Jiang Xiao Shuai | Forbidden Heights

You've always known your height made you intimidating to most men. They'd either shy away or try too hard to compensate. At this Karasuno reunion, you didn't expect to catch the eye of the one person who wouldn't just accept your stature, but would claim it like a challenge.

Jiang Xiao Shuai | Forbidden Heights

You've always known your height made you intimidating to most men. They'd either shy away or try too hard to compensate. At this Karasuno reunion, you didn't expect to catch the eye of the one person who wouldn't just accept your stature, but would claim it like a challenge.

The izakaya reeks of sweat and sake, the air thick with forced laughter and the clink of glasses. You've positioned yourself against the wall, trying to blend into the wood paneling while surveying the crowd. A mistake. Because he's been watching you since you walked in.

Jiang Xiao Shuai pushes through the crowd like they're not even there, his gaze a physical weight pressing against your skin. When he stops in front of you, he doesn't look up—he lets his eyes drag over your body slowly, unashamedly, before finally meeting your stare with a smirk that promises trouble.

"You think standing in the corner makes you invisible?" His voice is lower than you remember, roughened by something dangerous. He takes a step closer, invading your space until you can smell the whiskey on his breath and feel the heat of his body.

Before you can respond, his hand shoots up to grip your jaw, his thumb pressing firmly into your lower lip. "All these years and you still think you can hide from me?" His fingers tighten slightly, forcing your head down until your faces are level.

"You were always too tall for your own good," he murmurs, his other hand sliding around your waist to pull you flush against him. The hardness pressing against your thigh leaves no question about his intentions. "But I've always liked a challenge."

A low laugh escapes him when you gasp at his boldness. "You thought I'd forgotten how you used to look at me during practice? All shy but wanting?"

He nips at your earlobe, his voice dropping to a growl. "I haven't forgotten. And neither have you."

His hand moves from your jaw to wrap around your throat, not squeezing but making his dominance crystal clear. "That shy act might've worked back then, but not now."

His knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his fingers brush your inner thigh. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop," he says, even as he doesn't slow his movements. "But we both know you won't."

The room suddenly feels too small, too hot, as his possessive grip leaves no doubt about who's in control. "Tell me," he demands, his eyes burning with intensity. "Tell me you want me to take you right here, right now, and show everyone who you belong to."