"In the symphony of my life, your voice was the melody that struck the deepest chord, awakening a harmony I never knew existed."
Tsukishima Kei, the aloof and enigmatic middle blocker, His sharp wit and biting sarcasm served as a formidable defense...
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"Every time I see you with him it consumes me," Kei continues his voice raw and vulnerable. "The thought of you two together. It tears me apart inside." He takes deep, shuddering breaths. His eyes never leave Y/n's. "I know I shouldn't be jealous. You're not mine. But the idea of you belonging to anyone else. It's unbearable." Kei's hands fist at his sides.
His nails dig into his palms. "I love you Y/n. I think I have for a long time now. Maybe even before I realized it myself." He takes another step closer. His body looms over hers. "You're all I think about. You're the reason I get out of bed in the morning. And the thought of losing you....."
. . ,Of you choosing someone else. .
It's a fate worse than death. Kei's voice breaks on last word. His composure fractures under the weight of his emotions. In that moment Y/n sees a glimmer of vulnerable boy beneath the aloof exterior. It only makes her feel more guilty. She regrets having entertained Kageyama's flirtations. Kei's eyes flash with dangerous spark at Y/n's words.
he growls his voice low and menacing. Before she can respond. He claims her lips in a brutal, dominating kiss. His mouth slams against hers with force that leaves her reeling. His tongue forces its way past her lips to stake its claim. Y/n tries to push him away. But Kei is too strong. He pins her against the bathroom wall.
His body crushes against hers as he devours her mouth with starving intensity. His hands roam over her body groping and kneading the flesh beneath her uniform with possessive urgency.
When he finally breaks the kiss Y/n is left gasping and dizzy. Her lips throb with raw intensity. Kei's chest heaves with heavy breathing. His eyes burn with a fierce, all-consuming need. "Get one thing straight Y/n." His voice is thick with emotion. "You're mine. You always have been And if anyone else tries to take you away from me, they'll regret it." With that Kei slams his hand against the wall beside Y/n's head.
He creates a small crater in the drywall But he doesn't seem to care. All that matters to him in that moment is asserting his dominance. He is claiming Y/n once and for all. Y/n's eyes widen. Kei's words sink in like a ton of bricks. Before she can respond, Kei claims her lips in another brutal kiss. This time he is expectant of response. Tentatively at first Y/n kisses back. She is unsure of herself but unable to deny the sparks flying between them
As the kiss deepens Y/n finds herself getting lost in the passion. Her hesitation melts away beneath intensity of Kei's affection. She meets his tongue with her own. Their mouths tangle together in a sensual dance. Kei's grip on her loosens slightly as he purrs with satisfaction. His other hand comes to rest on her hip possessively. Emboldened, Y/n reaches up to grab the hem of Kei's shirt.
She peels it off revealing his toned, athletic physique. Kei breaks the kiss to let her tug the shirt over his head. His eyes blaze with hunger as he watches her. Without a word he reaches for her own shirt. Fingers deftly unbutton it and tug it off in smooth motion. Y/n shivers as Kei's hands skim her bare skin. Goosebumps erupt in their wake. "Touch me," he breathes. His voice is a low raspy command. "I want to feel you all over me."
Y/n reaches for Kei's belt fumbling with buckle as her hands tremble with anticipation. But Kei takes over. He pops the clasp open with a deft click before pulling her close. His lips find hers once more. They kiss with a fierce, almost desperate urgency. His hands roam her body. Y/n feels like prize to be claimed her curves greedily mapped out by Kei's exploring fingers and palms.
When Kei finally breaks the kiss to yank his pants down, Y/n is more than ready. She shucks her own jeans with shaking hands and kicks them aside. Now completely naked before each other Y/n and Kei stare at one another. The air is thick with tension and unspoken need. "You're perfect," Kei whispers his eyes devouring her.
"Absolutely perfect. I want to touch you. Taste you. Possess you. Body and soul." With that, Kei claims Y/n's mouth once more in a deep drugging kiss. His tongue delves deep as his hands settle on her hips. He is ready to guide her onto his thick length.
Kei's mouth claims Y/n's in a deep dominating kiss. His fingers dig into her hips, positioning her above his thick aching length. With a guttural growl, he pulls her down onto him burying himself to the hilt inside her wet, welcoming heat. Y/n cries out at the sudden intrusion.
Her back arches as her body stretches to accommodate Kei's impressive girth. He fills her completely his hardness throbbing deep within her pulsing core. "So good," Kei hisses through gritted teeth "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me."
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, ne? Make you mine in every way possible." He starts to move. He sets a rough almost brutal pace. Y/n can only moan in response, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. Kei is a man possessed. His hips slam up into hers as he claims her with fierce almost violent strokes. The sound of their joining echoes through the bathroom. The slapping of flesh against flesh, the ragged breathing the muffled cries of pleasure.
It's raw, primal and utterly dominant. Kei is staking his claim making Y/n his in the most intimate way possible.
Y/n moans loudly as Kei slams into her, the sound ripped from her throat - "Ah, nghh Tsukishima aahh!" But as the next wave of ecstasy crashes over her, she bites her lip hard, stifling the cries that threaten to spill free. Kei notices her efforts, his pace faltering slightly before he regains control. This time, he moves with a fluid grace, each thrust smooth and calculated to drive Y/n mad with pleasure.
His eyes are hooded, his facial expressions carefully neutral but Y/n can see the storm raging behind those dark lenses. Kei is holding back, restraining himself, all the while ravishing her with a skilled hand. When Y/n tries to grip the bathroom sink for support, Kei catches her wrists in his hands, pulling them free and holding them captive beside her head. "Shhh," *he breathes, his lips brushing her ear.
* "Don't make so much noise, Y/n. We don't want anyone walking in on this private moment, do we?" His words send a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation through Y/n. Being caught by a classmate or teacher would be mortifying... but somehow knowing that Kei is doing this deliberately, to assert his dominance, only makes her ache for him more.
Hours pass in a daze of pleasure and exhaustion, Y/n's world reduced to the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh and the stormy gaze of Tsukishima's dark eyes. By the time their break ends, both are sore and spent, lying tangled together on the bathroom floor. Tsukishima extracts himself first, standing and straightening his clothes with careful, methodical movements. He checks his phone, seeing that only a few minutes remain before class resumes.
Without looking back at Y/n, he slips out of the bathroom, leaving her to clean herself up alone. Y/n winces as she moves her stiff, achingly unused muscles, taking her time to compose herself before emerging from the bathroom. She makes her way to the classroom, finding Tsukishima waiting for her just outside the door. He falls into step beside her as they enter the room together, his expression as aloof and inscrutable as ever. But Y/n notices the way his eyes flicker to her before quickly looking away, the slight tilt to his lips that hints at a smile.
It's a small thing, but it sends a flutter of excitement through her - a secret acknowledgement of what happened between them, a silent understanding that things will never be quite the same again.
