Reisi Munakata x Reader-King Munakata

“I would like prince Munakata,” you beamed at Seri. She, in return, growled at your choice, you knew Seri had a soft spot for the Blue king, but you did too and that wasn’t going to stop you from pursing him.

Seri took a long sigh, trying to regain her composure, you knew she wanted to secretly strangle the life out of you, so you tried to bite your tongue and wouldn’t further piss her off.

“You know,” she had begun saying. “He isn’t labeled as a prince, rather he’s labeled as a king.” You nodded. “Ah,” you looked up to the ceiling. “A befitting title for him, oh the irony.”

She swiped her finger on the pad and picked up the phone’s receiver. “King,” she said. “Princess (your name) has chosen you.” She hung up and smiled to you. “He’s coming.” You knew if you had chosen the other members, she would yell and demand them to come over, but with Munakata she couldn’t get away with it.

“Good afternoon, princess (your name),” you heard Munakata’s footsteps coming closer to you. You turned away from Seri and you were faced with the taller man. He pushed his glasses up and smiled at you.

“He looks so good,” you thought as you sneakily checked him out. He wore his signature colour blue yukata and like some of the other members he had his chest exposed, much to your delight. Munakata softy took ahold of your hand and gently pecked it. Your mind exploded and your insides melted at the sight, touch and even the smell. His scent made your knees buckle, it was a faint scent of green tea and you knew he just brewed it not too long ago.

“Milady,” Munakata’s deep sensual voice snapped you back to reality, his deep blue eyes stared at you. “I’ll show you to my booth, which is in my office. Let’s go.” He tugged your hand for you to follow him. You wanted to throw a smirk at Seri, but you had a feeling that she may all of sudden spew fire at your face, so in the end you waved at her while you tried not to skip happily behind Munakata.

“This is amazing,” you thought as you tried hard to suppress a shrieking scream. You would be secluded from the others and be alone with Munakata in his office. Score!

“After you,” Munakata placed his hand on your lower back. Just from an innocent, small contact from him made you shiver in anticipation.

Oh, how much you wanted this man. You trembled at the thought of him and you always wanted to be close to him, but there was always obstacles standing in your way. Firstly, Seri haboured a crush towards Munakata and always steered him away from you when you tried to talk to him, which made you her rival for his love. Secondly, the members always contacted him when you two were alone. You can always hear Fushimi on the speaker with his monotone, bored voice telling Munakata he had to come to the headquarters immediately. Thirdly and lastly it was Munakata himself who always became cold when the two of you started flirting. Honestly, you didn’t know why he did that, but it infuriated you all the time.

You sighed as you sat down on the cushion. You looked around his office and saw all the monitors were turned off. The scent of green tea filled your nostrils and calmed your jitters because now you were alone with Munakata in a silent room away from disturbances.

“You look quite exquisite in your yukata, princess (your name),” Munakata said. He poured green tea in his cup and then he did the same to your cup. You looked down at your (favourite colour) yukata and blushed at his kind words.

“Thank-you, prince-” you stopped yourself saying anymore because you realized you addressed him as the wrong title. “Oops,” you giggled nervously. “I meant to say king Munakata. You look handsome in your yukata.” You smiled at him.

Munakata chuckled at you. “You always look beautiful regardless if you’re wearing a yukata.” You blushed harder when you heard him compliment you more. With shaking hands you grabbed you cup and began drinking the green tea. The warm soothing liquid went down your throat making it feel calm, but Munakata spoke again.

“I know you would look more ravishing without any clothes on,” Munakata said huskily. Your eyes shot open in shock. Luckily you drank the green tea down, not causing you to either choke or spit it out. You slammed the cup down and stared at him with wide eyes. You gulped when you saw Munakata’s eyes, the usual calm liquid blue eyes was now dark, dilated and it was filled with lust.

“Hahaha,” you nervously laughed. Your arm went over to Munakata’s shoulder and gave it a playful smack. “You should really work with your jokes.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

You gulped when you saw him stood up and walk beside you. He gracefully sat down next to you and held your shaky hands.

“Are you afraid of me?” Munakata asked with a frown on his face. You shook your head, “No!” You shouted and winced how loud your tone was. Even though your hands were shaking you clenched his hands onto yours.

“I’m nervous,” you admitted. He tilted his head cutely, which you tried not to squeal at him.

“Why? Is it because I’m really a king” One of his hands wedged free from your grasp and caressed your hot, red cheek. You sighed in frustration. “He is so dense!” You mentally screamed in agony.

“I like you,” you blurted and added, “a lot. I like you a lot.” You couldn’t hide any more, you couldn’t stand when your heart beats started beating irregularly when you were always near him. You loved the flirting, but hated how quick it ended.

You held your breath waiting for his response, hoping it wasn’t a rejection, but to your delight he smiled warmly at you. Munakata’s hand left your cheek and grabbed a lock of your (hair colour) hair. You thought your heart was going to explode out of your chest when you saw Munakata’s face nearing yours, but you groaned when he kissed your lock of your hair.

“I am rather fond of you as well, my queen,” Munakata’s face was close to you. His thumb touched your parted lower lip.

“But why do you get so cold when we began flirting with each other?” You had to ask, it bothered you and you wanted to know the truth.

He smiled sadly at you. “I was afraid you might get hurt if we became too close because I know there are people out there who would attack you, just to make me suffer.” Your heart was about to shatter at the thought of a depressed Munakata helplessly watching you and not doing nothing to save you. Then you just realized what he said before you had asked the heart clenching question.

“You called me queen,” you whispered. You mind was replaced with glee. Munakata chuckled deeply at you, “Yes,” he murmured. “My queen (your name).” He sealed it with a soft kiss onto your lips. It was like a fairytale and you finally found your king.

The kiss began soft and sweet, but you knew Munakata had his limits when his hand sneakily left your hands and began rubbing circles on your inner thigh. His other hand weaved through your hair and began massaging the scalp. You, in return, brought your hands up and wrapped them around his neck.

His hand left your thigh and snaked to your behind. With a shock yelp escaping your mouth, he hoisted you up so now you sat on his lap. With your mouth open, his tongue coaxed your tongue to wrestle with his.

Your moan was muffled when you felt him suck your tongue and his hands feeling the curves of your body. Your back felt cool and you opened your eyes when Munakata parted your lips; he hovered above you.

“I’m sorry, my queen,” he trailed his hand down your body and unknotted your yukata’s obi. With a swipe, your yukata opened revealing your flush body and your matching (favourite colour) bra and panty.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” he shifted his hips, grinding it to yours. You moaned feeling the fiction of the materials and something poking your thigh.

You smiled sensually at him. “Well,” you purred at the sight of his chest when you smoothed away the top of his yukata. Your hands greedily explored his bare chest, you traced his pecks, abs and your hands trailed down emitting a guttural sound from him.

“It’s about time,” you said bringing him down for another heated kiss.

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“Does the king know that he turned on the speaker?” Fushimi clicked his tongue hiding the blush threatening to show on his face.

“That should’ve been me in there,” Seri growled.

“Finally the king is getting laid,” Andy tried to cover his giggles by covering his mouth. Seri glowered at Andy.

“That’s it I’m turning it off,” Fushimi had enough he got the speaker and whipped it to the wall breaking it to millions of pieces.

All the members groaned in disappointment and went back to work. Fushimi left, probably trying to avoid getting another female customer and leaving Seri at her desk.

“I still have another speaker,” she mumbled as she grabbed a set of headphones. She plugged them into the speaker growling at the lovemaking you and Munakata were doing in his office.
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