ice queen • haikyuu

067 | honeymoon

As they walked together, people at the resort recognised them, whispering to their companions. "Isn't that Koutarou Bokuto and Mizuki Sayeko? You know, the famous volleyball player and fashion designer?"

"Oh, I think it is."

"Sugoi! They're so pretty!"

"Let's go take a picture with them!"

The family of five walked up to the couple pensively, hesitant to break their moment yet also buzzing with excitement. "Hi! Um- could we take a picture with you both?" Mizuki and Bokuto stopped, surprised they would be recognised halfway across the world.

You see, Bokuto was famous because of his unique, rapturous volleyball playing. His optimistic attitude enraptured all, gaining him more fans and followers. He frequently did interviews and featured in Kenma's videos, whose own fanbase exploded rapidly, growing day by day. Mizuki, on the other hand, was known for her clothes and business. She had also become an active figure in the social celebrity world, an advocate addressor for mental health. Her photo shoot before her pregnancy showcased her scars, proudly putting them on display for the world to see. The magazine quoted her thoughts and beliefs on the subject, something that resonated with many people. It was fair to say her fanbase blew up after that, mainly by the younger generation. After her pregnancy, she did another photo shoot. Pictures with her twins and photographs of her post-pregnancy body, straying away from the beauty standard of 'thin and beautiful'. She spoke of love for all body types, and that had more and more people admiring her for her bravery and truth.

Because Mizuki was right.

Everybody had different bodies. And everyone should love their own body, no matter what anyone else said.

A broad grin spread across Koutarou's face.

"Of course!"

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mature warning

With bellies full, bodies warm, cheeks aching from all the smiles, the soulmate penta retired to their room full of energy. Kenma straddled Akaashi's hips, burying his hands in the latter's curly lock, lips moulding together in a fiery, passionate kiss. Mizuki sat between Bokuto and Kuroo, the latter pressing his chest against her back, lips trailing along her skin, sucking hickeys along her neck. Bokuto's hands kneaded her breasts, their tongues dancing in an infatuating, hypnotic dance. Heat erupted along her skin, rushing through her veins and enhancing the lust and desire rising in her blood. Mizuki's breathing hastened, the intense rhythm of her heartbeat undergoing an irregular count, hammering quicker than a lightning bolt. Her waist craved their touch, her hand search for theirs. In the dark, her lips found his shoulder.

"Take me," she whispered, gently tugging at Bokuto's earlobe. "Make love to me once more, Koutarou."

A shiver crawled through his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck perking up. As did his little (a very, very, very large understatement) friend.

"With absolute pleasure," he growled, delving forward and capturing her lips once again. Mizuki didn't think her lips could belong anywhere else. With every swipe of his tongue against hers, arousal pooled between her legs. She moaned, the heavenly sound swallowed by Koutarou. He revelled in the sound, as did Tetsuro, whose hand trailed down, nudging her legs apart. Mizuki complied, spreading them open.

His finger brushed against her core, lips tugging into a smirk. "You're so wet, babe," he purred in her ear, pressing himself closer, shifting so she could feel just how hard he was. She swallowed thickly at the feeling. Her soulmates were so big. Sometimes she wondered how she could take two at the same time. She recalled thinking she'd break the first time. Fortunately, Mizuki could keep up with the hormonal brats. Her hormonal brats.