Ravenarchives

𓂀in the name of softness𓂀

ravenarchives- 8teen,blk, i love you all💋,

|Based on this TikTok.I thought it was a cute idea and I wish I could experience this😭 also like heavy kissing ig? If that’s even a thing.

Wc:~1,218

You sit in a booth of you and your boyfriend’s favourite diner. The weather was dark, slight remnants of the harsh rain left behind. Little pitter patters filling your ears. You love days like this — even when it is rare to find — where you sat with your boyfriend sometimes it would be raining sometimes it’s just grey and dark. This time it was both it made it extra special.

You and Toji have been here so often the staffs knew you by name and orders (you never just stick to one thing) tho, you’ve pretty much tried everything on the menu.

Toji had already finished his two platter meal, which wasn’t anything new he was a big man after all most of the time when he went out he towered over everyone. He was big… everywhere.

“Take your time baby.” He says sarcasm dripping in through his deep, raspy voice. You glare at him, purposefully taking a tiny little bite of your food all while eyeing him with squinting eyes.

He chuckles at your pettiness, he loved whenever you had a little attitude with him though he had to be honest with himself he provoked you.

“Alright, please hurry my sweet girl.” His lips curve a little maybe expecting you to give him a little sassy reply but you shock him when you smile at him and quickly finish the food on your plate.

You take one last sip of your drink and wipe your lips. You signal for him to get up and leave, and he moves right away — pulling his arm out of his hoodie pocket as he stands. You’d matched today, both clad in hoodies and sweatpants. He holds his hand out for you, you take it, and lead him toward the exit. The big man following behind your smaller figure.

You push the diner door open and walk out met with a light drizzle of rain and moderate wind. You feel toji’s hand pull your hood up. When you finally reach his car which is a little far from the diner entrance, instead of climbing into the car you let go of toji’s hand and walk to the back of the car and to the trunk.

You wait for toji’s who’s getting a dry rag to clean the wet surface of the trunk. You and Toji do this often when you go out, but rather than heading straight home afterwards , you both sit on his car trunk and just do… nothing but be in each others company. Well you talk and he smokes and listens. It’s a tradition at this point.

Your boyfriend walks to the back where you stand patiently waiting. He turns to the trunk and wipes the rain droplet with the dry rag, once he’s done he sets the rag to the side.

“C’mere baby.” He beckons you over, when you move towards him he puts his hands on either side of your waist and hoist you up onto the trunk and he follows right after sitting right next to you and pulls you into him.

“K what do you wanna hear today, Toji?” He never misses a word you say, even when he pretends he doesn’t care . “Whateva you tell me pretty.”

“Yesterday, I saw this video of a cat-and guess what it does” you look up at him from where you’re sitting now, your head resting against his chest while he grips onto your waist, fiddling with it constantly.

“What does it do?” You can feel the rumble of his voice in your ear and even the slight chuckle he lets out. “It opens doors!” You gasp out. You know he isn’t surprised but he gasps lowly with you. “It likes to jump up and open the door with it’s paws. Imagine if my baby could do that. We’d never have our privacy.” Which was right you and Toji’s cat was the most affectionate she loved being anywhere near you both.

“Our baby.” He lightly pinches your hip making you giggle, you did that on purpose all the time it got on his nerves when you acted like you weren’t in everything together.

You reach into his sweat pocket and retrieve his pack of cigarettes you hold it out towards him, right in-front of his face . You knew he wanted to smoke but wanted to hear your voice more. He couldn’t disrupt that beautiful voice.

“Thanks baby.” You watch him open it and, as always, there’s that one flipped cigarette in the pack— he pulls it out straight away and hands it to you. “Make a wish.” He lowly whispers to you. You take the cigarette from his large hands and hold it to your lips, closing your eyes you make a quick wish.

He takes it back from your fingers, takes his light from his other pocket and lights the end of it. Warm light illuminating his smooth skin and piercing green eyes.

He lowers his head down from the drizzling rain, you reach up and pull his hoodie right over his head. He had time to do yours but not for himself you kiss your teeth at that.

You sit with your boyfriend enjoying the dark weather and the comfortable silence, smoke hangs thick and lazy in the air after each drag he takes. “Toji that just made a bunny face” you smile pointing to the smoke drifting lazily between the two of you.

“I see it.” He chuckles lowly wrapping his arms tighter around you. You look up at him and reach for his scar at the corner of his face lightly caressing it. Toji watches you do this, then moves his hand holding the cigarette away from your face and leans down to gently kiss your lips.

You thought that was it but at the end of the day it was Toji he rarely gave just pecks.

He uses his other hand that was around your waist and cups your cheek. “Open up.” He murmurs, his breath hitting your lips. He tilts your head and leans in dipping his tongue into your mouth, smoothing it against your own causing you to let out a small whimper.

Your eye flutters close and you kiss him back slowly tasting, licking and sucking on his lips and tongue. Toji groans so deep you feel it between your legs. “Toji.” You moan and he swallows it deepening the kiss while you hold onto his thick biceps.

You nipples graze Toji’s chest, making every nerve in your body hum. Your face gradually starts to heat up. Most of the times you did your little tradition you kissed but this felt different almost like something had snapped within Toji to day. Since you were in the diner you could feel the tension he had been looking at you the whole time, eyes lazy. He stared as if you were for dessert but it wasn’t nothing new.

But right now it felt new..

He’s kissing you so hard you feel as if you are going to fall against this trunk. You pull away from the heated kiss with a trail of all the mixed traces and taste of your make-out.

You rest your hand flat against his chest.“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” You say voice slightly strained. He licks his lips as if trying to get every drop of you and you watch his pink, kiss-bruised lips move. “I can definitely finish this.” His deep voice rasps. With that he picks you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing, hops off the trunk and walks to the back seat.

That’s where I’m leaving it. I was reading over for errors but it’s so late I just wan to sleep but I wan to post this so please ignore any errors. ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

“So first off, I have to moisturise my face this step is really important, so listen up, Nami.” You say, looking at your boyfriend through the vanity mirror — one he bought and set up for you, decorated entirely in shades of your favourite colour. Even though he looks like he’s listening, it’s clear his attention isn’t fully on what you’re doing.

Nanami and you have been together for a year and a half now. You met him at a coffee shop close to your apartment; that was the first time you’d seen him there, so you knew he was new to the area. The very first time you saw him, you thought he looked permanently exhausted— like he’d carried the weight of the world for years, his shoulders tense and heavy.

But nonetheless, he was such a handsome man. His lean frame in that sharp suit had you stealing glances at him before you even realized it.

For Nanami, though? He felt like he had never seen beauty like yours. The moment he laid eyes on you, he was captivated — as if you were a siren pulling him in with a spell. Your eyes… those eyes — he swears he memorized every detail. You were wearing a yellow sundress that hugged your curves perfectly, and it was such a sunny day, the light hitting your face at just the right angle, it looked like the sun itself had put a spotlight only on you.

And now here he was, a year and a half later, sitting beside the most beautiful girl in the world. Your soft lips — ones he’s kissed so many times, they feel like they belong only to him. He wants to kiss you so badly right now, but he knows you’d be annoyed at him for not paying attention (not that he’s been doing much of that anyway). So instead, he settles for just watching you: his pretty girl, the soft furrow of your brows when you concentrate, the way you do everything with such care and gentleness.

“Okay, Nanami…are you even listening?”

Your gaze shifts toward his reflection in the mirror, only to find him already staring right back at you. It’s literally the real-life version of ‘hearts in eyes’. You scoff. Of course he hasn’t been listening.

“Anyways, next step is the concealer—”

Before you can finish your sentence, before you even have time to open the bottle, his large hands come around from behind. They are bigger than almost half your face. He tilts your chin gently to turn your face toward him. His other arm slips easily around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and presses a loud, sweet kiss right to your cheek. He completely ruins the careful work you’d just done.

You’re caught off guard. All you can do is stare wide-eyed at both of your reflections in the glass.

“Nanami!”

He doesn’t look the least bit sorry. Instead, he takes it as a green light. He turns your whole face to meet his, tilts his head slightly, and finally presses his lips to yours.

Unlike the playful way he grabbed you earlier, this kiss is soft, slow, and deliberate. He takes his time, moving his lips gently against yours, then brushes his tongue slowly along your bottom lip, quiet and asking permission. At first, you don’t give in. But when he presses a little firmer on your neck just enough to make you melt, you finally open for him. He lets out a low, rough groan the second your tongues touch. His kisses are deep, slow, almost hungry. Like he wants you to feel every single touch.He kisses like a man starved, desperate to taste every bit of you and savour every second.

He deepens it, kissing you harder and more desperate now. Low groans and grunts vibrate right against your lips. When you tap his bicep to signal you need air, he is so lost in it he only mumbles a confused, strained “What, baby?” against your mouth and then keeps right on kissing you like nothing happened.

Not if you have anything to say about it. You really can’t keep going like this. You give his arm a firm, sharp tap, hard enough to get his attention. That’s when he finally pulls away, hands still resting warm and steady on your waist. He looks just as breathless, flushed, and dazed as you feel.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He says in that deep voice of his clearing his throat, looking a little sheepish.

You give him a small, amused smile you( you didn’t like being too mean to your baby + you enjoyed it ) and turn back to the mirror, seeing exactly how flushed and messy you look now. You shift your gaze to lock onto his reflection.

“This is all your fault. I was almost ready!” You groan, trying to fix up.

You were meant to be leaving for your date soon, and now you’re annoyed. But when you glance back at your boyfriend and see that guilty, soft look on his face, all irritation melts away instantly. He just loves you so much, sometimes he honestly doesn’t know what to do with it.

You pull him back toward you, which unsurprisingly takes way more effort than it should, and press a long, sweet peck to his lips.

“It’s alright. But now you’ve had your kisses, so now have to pay attention.” You pull back just enough to look straight into his eyes, serious but soft.

This time, he affirms with a short, clear nod, eyes steady on yours.

And so you take him seriously.

Big mistake.

a/n: Hello, this is my first fanfic.