prompt: Meian won't stop flirting with (Y/n)

warning: strong language, borderline sexual content

word count: 707... *insert mystic messenger joke here*

.・-: ✧ :-　second-person point of view　-: ✧ :-・．

It was demanding to be the manager of a professional volleyball team. Taxing hours, lots of traveling, and not to mention tremendous amounts of tedious organization and double-checking. For some people, it would be a nightmare. Sometimes for you it was a nightmare. 

Regardless of the difficulty of the task at hand, you were in love with your job. Being around the team inspired you and watching their matches only made you work harder. However, there was one aspect of your job that was not outlined in your contract...

"Hey, (Y/n)," The team captain greeted you, wearing a devilish smirk. "Damn, you look good today." You choked on your own breath, quickly looking away from him. You hid your face with a hand and tried to escape.

Since the day you were hired, Shugo Meian had flirt you to death. The pick-up lines and inuendoes were nearly endless. The entire team saw how whenever you were around, Meian would fluster you to hell and back. You recalled multiple occasions where he'd pause just to wink at you during a game.

Even if he flustered you, you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy his advances. Getting attention from a good-looking, skilled, and charming individual was flattering. You weren't used to being so blatantly hit on. Despite this, you assume Meian was just having fun; just being a flirt. Would someone like him truly be into you? You didn't think so.

"Lock up for me, will ya, (L/n)?" Samson Foster, the Black Jackals coach, asked.

"Of course, sir," You nodded your head with a smile, glad to help out. The coach would often entrust you with locking up the room the boys' practiced in when they were home. You took down the net and grabbed loose volleyballs and water bottles. 

You took out the dry mop and made light work of sweeping the court. You put the mop back into the supply closet once you were finished. You heard the supply closet door shut. You jumped, spinning around to see a tall figure standing in the dark.

"Hi," A familiar voice whispered.

"Meian, what are you doing here?" You asked, startled by his sudden presence. "I-I thought everyone had gone home." He shrugged.

"I was going to," Meian admitted. "But then I saw you all alone here and that you might want some company."

"Thank you, but y-you don't have to stay," You told him, growing more nervous by the second. You were completely alone with him.

"Oh, but I want to," Meian stated in a teasing manner. "I like spending time with you, gorgeous." You felt your face flush.

"Really?" You wondered. "You're not just saying that?" Meian tilted his head.

"Do you think I've just been leading you on this whole time?" Meian asked, a rare serious tone to his voice. "That I think it's fun to play with your feelings?" You chewed on the inside of your cheek.

"No, I... I don't know," You confessed, looking away. "It's just hard for me to believe you're actually into me." Meian took a moment to process your words. The silence made you even more nervous. Then you heard him step forward. You felt two warm hands hold the sides of your face gently.

"I'm sorry I haven't made it clear," Meian told you candidly. "I want you. All of you." You shared a moment of quiet, looking up into his sincere eyes. That man made your heart melt. He let out a soft chuckle.

"Can I kiss you?" You enthusiastically nodded your head. His lips were soft and knew how to perfectly meld against yours. Your hands found his, gripping them tightly. As easily as a car accelerates, your kiss began to escalate. Meian stepped forward, easily pressing your back against the supply closet wall.

His hands moved from your face to your shoulders, running down your arms to grab hold of your wrists. He moved your hands to the hem of his jersey, bringing your fingertips to touch his skin. He let go, giving you the ability to trace across his abs. He tangled his hands in your hair, tugging on the ends softly. Meian grinned into the kiss when you whimpered.

"Fuck, baby," Meian said breathlessly, still grinning. "I'm gonna show you just how much I'm into you. So lay down."