The First Fall Of Snow - R.C

The first fall of snow - R.C

Rafe Cameron x female!reader

A/n: bf!rafe

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.2k

December, 

She tapped on his window, her white gloves making the sound a little muffled but the frosted glass still making enough noise to hopefully wake Rafe up. She knocked a little harder until a light flicked on. She scrunched her nose up, feeling the frosty air biting her face for the first time that year. It had finally snowed and her boyfriend was missing it.

When he came to the window he had pillow lines imprinted on his cheeks, and his hair was so messy from sleep that it actually looked a little fluffy for once. She adored when he was half asleep like this, when she slept over and got to see him just like he was now, he just looked so much softer.

Rafe lifted the window, letting the cosy warmth from his heated bedroom hit her for a moment before she went right back to not being able to feel her fingers again. The cold air was practically sneaking in his room but she hoped he wouldn;t mind too much about that.

“What are you doing?” He tilted his head to the side so he could see her better, trying to fight the tried smile that was threatening his lips. He wanted to still have the right to be annoyed at being woken up in the middle of the night without his face betraying him and letting her know that he didn’t mind that much. 

“It's snowing.” She smiled brightly, her lips softly curving up and her eyes shining with a hint of innocence most people had lost by her age. It was that smile that always twisted his arm, that made him do things he wouldn’t have imagined himself ever doing, that made him weak and pathetic but yet unable to stop from smiling himself. 

It also made it impossible for him to be mad at her, to shut the window and go back to bed, to tell her, like he would if it was anyone else, just how annoying this was. It made him turn back and reach for his shoes, which he supposed he should’ve done the second he realised it was her at the window, because he knew exactly what she was going to say next. 

“Come on!” She hurried him, too excited to wait much longer and a little worried that all the snow would disappear by the time Rafe was ready. 

If it had suddenly stopped and melted away in the time it was taking him to put his shoes on she would’ve felt awful for not waking him sooner for not getting here fast enough and for letting him talk her out of the fact that had not forecasted snow and that whatever feeling she had about the chill in the air was wrong. Which of course it wasn’t.

She hadn't thought much about convincing him to come outside with her, she kind of just knew somehow that he'd go along with whatever she was doing anyway. All she had to use against him if he had said no to her perfect snowy night was some doe-eyes and a pretty little pout. 

He warned her not to rush along his very icy steps, every year the front doorstep became some kind of ice rink and every single year she slipped. And of course she wasn’t listening to him saying something about it being frozen over because she very clearly slipped and almost fell. 

She would have slipped if Rafe hadn’t been there to catch her arm and keep her standing up right, like every year before and probably every winter to come, with the most I told you so smirk on his lips possible. 

“You gotta be more careful.” He shook his head at her, still managing to look cute to her even when he was being all condescending because he was right. It was hard to take him seriously or care too much about his ego when his face was flushed red, his cheeks were frost bitten and his nose like one particular shining reindeers. 

She nodded, biting her lip and pretending to agree with him, pulling on his arm with ulterior motives to get him down the steps and into the snow. He let her tug at him until his shoes disappeared under the fresh white layer, they were probably ruined now. 

He scrunched up his nose when he released the bottoms of his pyjamas were getting wet as the snow started to melt against his much warmer skin, making his ankles feel blue. This was why he liked summer, summer didn’t make him shiver while he stood out in the garden, even at night and it didn’t make his socks freezing wet either.

He was going to blame it all on her, to tell her just how cold he was, how he couldn’t feel his hands and how she had dragged him away from his nice warm bed and his nice warm house.

But the snow was on her side. Falling perfectly onto her, catching on her lashes as she tipped her head back a little to look up as it fell from the clouds. Tiny snowflakes sat on her coat and didn't seem to melt away like they should have, and she looked cold but the kind of cold that just didn't seem to bother her because she was too happy to mind. 

Summer was his but Winter belonged to her. And that winter weather that he wouldn't mind missing every year adored his girl, it made her dizzy like a little kid and it made her come running over to him because out of everyone she wanted to share it with him. Maybe it wasn't so cold outside after all. 

“What?” She had noticed how he hadn't moved and that he had just been watching her for a moment. Whenever she caught him staring at her like this she didn't feel like his girlfriend, she felt like a lovesick teenager with a crush on him, finally being noticed. 

“Nothing.” Nothing. She hated when he said that, when he did that, it wasn't fair on her heart and it made it far too hard for her to think straight. He had to have known that.

He shook his head, muttering something to himself before leaning down, his hands turning to ice the second he touched the white snow. Pressing it between his hands he made a snowball and gave her one second to realise what he was doing before he threw it right at her, making her squeal like this wasn't why she had woken him in the first place. 

She wanted to throw the snow right back at him, she really wanted to make sure the snow fell down his shirt like it had hers but there was no chance when Rafe's arms were already around her pulling her into him and taking her wrists into his hand so she had no way of fighting back. 

Every year it snowed he always won their snowball fights because he always played dirty, and she was going to inform him of this like she always did but he spun her around and kissed her, with the kind of kiss that made her cheeks burn even with his cold hands pressed to holding her still, all just to shut her up. Because he already knew exactly what she was going to say. 

Don't waste my precious time with Nonsense I could be watching Family Guy

imagination part three

part one part two

words: 1.6k

warning: 18+ only! smut, groping, semi public dirty talk??, male receiving handjob, mentions of male receiving oral mentions of losing virginity

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“what is it darling?” rafe asks, waving his hand in front of your face to break your trance.

“nothing.” you shake your head, moving closer to rafe so you can lean your head against his shoulder.

“nothing?” rafe questions, placing his hand on your waist. “you're not thinking about my cock right now?”

“rafe, oh my god there are people around!” you whisper shout, eyes darting to the other people sitting near you at the party. they're involved in their own conversations, but that doesn't mean someone isn't eavesdropping on you and rafe.

“aww, you don't want anyone else to know how much of a slut you are for my dick?” rafe says, but at least he lowers his volume this time to not get picked up by anyone else, especially not over the music pumping from the speakers.

“i have sucked you off one time, i wouldn't call that being a slut.” you cross your arms over your chest. truth is, you wish you could be a slut for him, but ever since rafe fucked your face, he has absolutely refused to fuck you, always claiming that he wanted to give you more time to think about losing your virginity.

“and you've thought about doing it again every day, haven't you baby?” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head. “my little cutie. my little slut.”

“stoooop.” you whine, shifting how you're sitting so your legs are pressed tighter together.

“what? you don't like me talking dirty to you? so you wouldn't like it if i got my cock out right now and shoved your face down on it?” rafe smirks at your reaction, suddenly squirming in your seat.

“im gonna get up and leave.” you threaten, but it's an empty threat and rafe knows it.

“im sorry, baby.” rafe says. “ill stop teasing you. besides, can't have your pretty cunt leaking all over toppers couch.”

--

“is that a new bikini?” rafe asks as you step onto his yacht.

“no, i just haven't worn it in a while.” you shrug. you were feeling the purple vibes lately, so decided to go with a lilac swimsuit for your day on the water with rafe.

“you look so sexy, darling.” rafe says, cupping your breast. you gasp, eyes darting around to the other ships in the marina.

“no one is looking.” rafe says before dropping his head to your neck, pressing kisses onto your skin as he continues to toy with your chest. you tilt your head back in a moan, arching your back slightly.

“can’t wait until i can get my mouth on your cute nipples.” rafe says, giving your nipple a pinch over the fabric of your bikini, making you cry out.

“now, rafey, please.” you beg, trying to move his head towards your chest, but he’s too strong and easily evades you. 

“nope.” he saunters away, leaving you standing on the deck of the yacht as he heads to navigate you out of the marina, imagining him taking you right there.

--

“dance with me?” rafe asks, and you quickly nod, getting bored of just sitting around. it was fun at first watching rafe and topper interact, which was mostly rafe making fun of topper, but then topper got pulled away by kelce.

you accept rafes hand up, leading you towards the makeshift dance floor, a congregation of people that easily move away to give rafe space. he is far too intimidating to crowd around.

you move to the beat, slowly building up your dancing as rafe places his hands on your hips. you giggle at his attention being solely on looking down your dress, at the cleavage spilling out the top.

“like what you see?” you ask.

“you know it, baby. gonna fuck your tits one day, cum all over them.”

you let out a groan, partly from being turned on by his words and partly from knowing he isn’t going to do anything yet. you turn in his hold, pressing your back against rafes chest as a new song comes on, and you don’t hold back, not caring who sees as you grind your bum back against his crotch.

“you trying to make me hard, y/n?” rafe questions, speaking directly into your ear so you can hear as the music gets turned up.

you don’t need to question that it’s working, you can feel him hardening against your ass, but instead of taking you upstairs like you hope, when the song ends, rafe kisses your cheek and tells you he’s going to the bar to get you more drinks.

--

“i’m gonna go take a shower, baby.” you tell rafe, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you move through the living room.

rafe is quick to get off the couch and follow you up the stairs, “i’ll join you.”

you stop dead in the tracks, halfway across the landing. “really?”

“yeah.” rafe nods. “as long as you control yourself.” 

“you don’t want me to suck you off again?” you ask, batting your eyes as you begin moving again, now wanting to get into the shower as quickly as possible.

“maybe i’ll let you stroke me.” rafe shrugs as you head into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. 

your hands begin to move to undress, but rafe stops you with a hand around your wrist. “let me do it for you.” 

you nod, but wish you would have pushed back more when you realize how slow rafe is moving, toying with the hem of your dress before pulling it up inch by inch, slowly revealing more skin. your panties are the first thing on display, and then the smooth expanse of your stomach, and then finally you raise your arms so rafe can expose your bra and pull the dress over your head.

rafes hands work skillfully behind your back at taking off your bra, letting it fall to the floor as his hands move to cup your tits like he did before on the boat, this time with nothing in the way. you let out a moan as his thumbs swipe over your nipples until they are hard peaks. 

rafe smirks, satisfied, and then glides his hands down your sides until he lands on your hips. his slides a finger underneath the band of your underwear, pulling it back and then letting it go, making you wince when it snaps back against your skin.

“hey!” you complain, but rafe ignores you, pulling your underwear down your legs and letting them drop to the floor. his eyes make contact with your core for a second before he looks back up to your eyes.

“go turn the shower on.” he says, pulling his shirt off. “let the water warm up.”

“mkay.” you say, moving to turn the water on. you turn once it’s done, watching rafe as he undresses until you’re both standing there naked. 

“you’re so gorgeous.” rafe moves closer, placing his hand on your waist, his cock already half hard. he bends down and gives you a kiss. you press yourself closer, deepening the kiss as your hands come to rafes neck.

“please, rafey, i want you.” you whimper.

“get in the shower.” rafe backs you up until you step into the shower, underneath the water. you shiver despite the water being warm.

rafe begins his normal shower routine, squirting some shampoo onto his hand before rubbing it into his head. you frown and begin to clean yourself as well, when rafe stops you, massaging the shampoo into your scalp for you.

“that feels so good.” you hum, loving when rafes plays with your hair.

rafe smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before continuing. after you both rinse your heads, he applies your conditioner for you, working it through your curls with his fingers.

“here you go baby.” rafe hands you a soaped up loofah, and you realize that now he’s giving you permission to clean him. you turn and lather his arms before moving over his chest and abs. 

when you get lower, you drop the loofah onto the shower floor and take his cock in your hand, already fully hard just from being around you naked. “now this part of you is very dirty.” you purr, stroking your hand over his length.

“fuck.” rafe curses, pushing his hips forward into your hand. “you little minx.”

“maybe i wouldn’t be so desperate if you just finally fucked me.” you pout, moving your hand faster.

“rinse your fucking hair then.” rafe says, making you pause and look away from his cock to his face. 

“what?”

“rinse the conditioner out of your hair so i can fuck you on the bed. i’m not taking your virginity in the shower.” 

“you’re actually going to?” you ask, a smile coming to your face, excited for the months of teasing to come to an end.

“yes if you stop stroking me before i bust.” rafe groans, causing you to giggle and let go of his cock, not even realizing that you were still stroking it.

you quickly move back under the spray of the shower, rinsing your hair clean. rafe rinses himself quickly too, his cock red and pulsing with need as you hop out of the shower, quickly towling yourself dry.

rafe scoops you up in his arms, not even caring about dripping water all over the floor as he heads into the bedroom, practically throwing you down onto the bed before crawling on top of you.

“remember what i told you that first night?” rafe whispers in your ear. “i am going to destroy your pussy.”

im sorry but we dont talk enough about this