Sunday Morning Ft. Boyfriend!Harua
A/n: A cute and sweet fic to start off the journey of writing for Harua ๋ ࣭ ⭑ funny thing, I wrote it this morning 😳
Genre: established relationship, fluff, romance
Pairings: Boyfriend!Harua x Airi (fem oc)
Warnings: fluff alert! Also a little bit of them making out.
The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. A gentle breeze stirred the edges of the blanket that had slipped halfway down the bed during the night. The apartment was quiet, save for the steady rhythm of breaths shared between two tangled bodies beneath the covers.
Harua stirred first, blinking slowly as his eyes adjusted to the morning light. Airi was still curled up beside him, her face nuzzled into the pillow, hair spilling messily across it. She looked peaceful, warm, like the embodiment of Saturday mornings.
Without thinking, he reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, his fingers soft and lingering. Airi let out a tiny hum, her eyes fluttering open—and the moment their gazes met, sleepy smiles bloomed on both their lips.
"Morning," she whispered, voice still husky with sleep.
"Morning," Harua murmured back, his voice just as low, just as fond.
Neither of them moved for a beat. Then slowly, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and kissed her—soft, languid, unhurried. The kind of kiss that spoke of lazy days and not needing to be anywhere else. Airi kissed him back with a sleepy sweetness, arms sliding around his neck as she pulled him closer.
What started as a tender press of lips grew deeper, hungrier. Harua’s hand found her waist, sliding beneath the oversized shirt she wore—his, actually. Airi smiled against his lips when she felt his fingers graze her skin, but the kiss didn’t break. It only deepened, breaths mingling, hearts syncing with the slow rhythm of the morning.
His hand cupped her cheek as he rolled slightly on top of her, still careful, still gentle. She sighed contentedly, fingers tangling in his hair.
“I thought we said we were staying in today,” she teased breathlessly between kisses.
“We are,” Harua replied with a smirk, kissing the corner of her mouth, then down to her jaw. “Starting right here.”
Airi giggled softly when Harua kissed a spot just below her ear, her laugh bubbling out like the first note of a love song. It wasn’t loud or exaggerated—just real, warm, sleepy. The kind of sound that made his heart ache in the best way.
“Tickles,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips.
Harua pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes crinkling as he smiled too. “Sorry,” he murmured, even though he clearly wasn’t. His thumb brushed along her cheek, and then he leaned in again.
This time, the kiss slowed.
Lazy. Lingering.
Their lips pressed together, parted, came back again. It was soft, sensual, unhurried—just the two of them wrapped up in warmth and each other. Their mouths moved together in a quiet rhythm, like they had nowhere else to be, nothing else to do.
And they didn’t.
The room was silent, save for the gentle rustling of sheets and the quiet, sticky sounds of their mouths meeting and parting again and again. Wet, soft smacks echoing in the still air—quiet but intimate, like a shared secret. Airi’s hand slid up the back of Harua’s neck, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair as her lips parted slightly, welcoming him in. His hand rested on her waist, fingers brushing lazy circles into her skin beneath the blanket.
There was no rush.
No urgency.
Just the slow, affectionate drag of mouths, the occasional quiet breath through their noses, the almost inaudible sighs they both let slip when it felt too good.
Airi’s giggles had melted into gentle hums, swallowed by the kiss. And Harua… he couldn’t stop smiling between each press of their lips, like he still couldn’t believe he got to wake up like this—wrapped in her, kissed like this, loved like this.
He pulled back for just a second, his lips brushing hers. “Best Sunday ever,” he whispered.
She nodded, brushing her nose against his. “And it’s only morning.”
Their lips found each other again, slow and sweet and quiet as the morning light.
That's it for this onee!
It's kind of short, but I just wanted a cute and warm fic with Harua.
I hope y'all enjoyed it 🥹
Likes and rebloggs are appreciated ♥️ ✨️
