Tokyo Ghoul Oneshots~

UtaxReader (Fluff)

Author's Note: Of course I'm going to start it off with one of my favorite characters from Tokyo Ghoul. I'll be accepting requests as well, if there's something that you would like to read either between the characters, or another with a reader. This is my first time writing something in this style. So please let me know any constructive criticism~  Please be gentle with me. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was too early in the morning to be hearing any form of activity in the small attached apartment to the HySy Art Mask Studio owned by the tattooed ghoul that was now the cause of such clatter. You groggily rolled over and reached out across the bed to confirm that the ghoul in question, was in fact, not there beside you. With a groan you roll over onto your side and glance to the bedroom sliding wooden door left slightly ajar with a sliver of light shining through. From beyond the door you could hear the clinking of something metallic being clashed together, albeit trying to be as soft as possible. Sitting up, you attempt to rub the sleep away from your eyes and follow it up with a leisure stretch with your arms above your head to work out the still slumbering muscles of your physique. With a swish of the covers you unveil your bare legs and swing them over the edge of the bed, planting your bare feet on the wooden paneled floor.

A shiver courses over you with the cold contact of the early morning air against your skin. With a last massage to your sore neck where you were still healing from a bite given by the ghoul somewhere outside of the room, you push yourself up to stand on your weak legs. The shirt your wearing slides down to cover any remaining indecency and allows for you to exit the room on silent footsteps. Peering through the crack in the doorway you spot him sitting at the coffee table positioned in the center of the living room where he's meticulously working on a mask. You notice that his headphones are firmly set over his ears and his hair pulled up into a disorderly ponytail. His torso exposed and free of any garments to showcase his intricate tattoos covering his arms, chest and clear down to his hips. From the side angle you can see how determined and focused his eyes are on the piece as he sews into the leather to attach a zipper.

You decide to sneak through the doorway and circle around, just out of view of the ghoul to come up behind him. Sinking down to your knees you reach around him and cover his eyes with your hands, nuzzling into the crook of his neck fondly. You were never able to resist him when he was so adamantly working because he looked like a piece of art creating art himself. It was something of a prize to be able to see him in such a state and you cherished every moment of time you had with him.

Uta chuckles lightly and sets the mask down on the tables surface. He reaches up and grasps your wrists ever so delicately to pull your hands away from his eyes. Acquiescing to your call for his attention, he guides your arms to wrap over his shoulders for your fingertips to touch the warmth of his skin of his chest and reaches up to pull his headphones off completely. He turns nimbly in your arms to face you and crawls forward until he's hovered over you with your back against the floor. A smirk plays at the corner of his mouth, his permanently kakugan eyes flitting over you below him glint with the mirth that you knew all too well.

"It's far too early for you to be awake, don't you think?" He utters finally, leaning down he flicks his tongue over the reddish mark he had left from biting into your neck.

With a hum of satisfaction he pushes back to look over you again. You loved the way he looked at you as if you were a meal, something to be devoured completely. And you wanted him to, you would have given anything and everything for him.

"Uta.." You sigh out, the sound of his name on your lips like a love song that had every word that depicted your fondness, admiration and adoration for him in it.

His eyes meet yours with a blink, the calmness of his expression making your chest heave for a breath you didn't know that you had been holding. You wanted to stay in that moment with him for the remainder of your time on this planet, and you had every intention to. He gathers you into his arms and hoists you up as he rises, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist with his expertly trained hands. Swiftly he carries you back into the bedroom despite your feigned protests and smiles when you bite into his shoulder.

"It's definitely too early for cannibalism, may I ask as to what could be the cause?" Uta chortles out before depositing you onto the bed and sliding in beside you. "Is it perhaps......me?" He quirks knowingly though his grin makes up for the rude wake-up call that was his passion for his art

His tattooed arms weave around your waist and pulls you flush against him. You can't help but hold him in return, hoping to get closer to him if it were even possible. You shake your head in a way that shrugs off the purpose of your slumbers interruption and sigh contentedly against his chest. He hums in response to your hand sliding down his abdomen and over his hip covered by a pair of his treasured harem styled pants. The single gesture giving him the okay to allow his own hands to roam over your backside freely.

"Can you... just stay here for a little while..." You breathe out as a wave of comfortable sleep capsizes you.

You can feel Uta nod and continue to rub your back until you fall fast asleep in his arms. He smiles to himself and leans back slightly to check your sleeping face to ensure that you had indeed drifted off. Smoothing down your hair he presses his nose to the top of your head and inhales slowly, savoring the moment as the morning sun begins to fill the room with a soft light.

"I'll stay here as long as you'd like.." He whispers against your hair.