#uta x reader

The coroner labeled it an accident. The wrong place at the wrong time, as they put it.

Uta had been waiting for you to get home when he got the call. He was your emergency contact; you had been together for years, so it made sense. You were being transported to Tokyo General Hospital, but your prospects weren't looking good. The police officer wouldn't say much over the phone, only that he needed to be there for you.

However, it seemed the world had it out for him.

Every traffic light was red, there was CCG patrolling every street, and it seemed everything was hellbent on him not making it to the hospital in time. Hell, he had even run across the rooftops like some teenager ghoul having fun, but he wasn't having fun; he was worried.

But it wasn't enough.

By the time he blurted out your name to the receptionist, it seemed news had already passed through the hospital. He could see even behind his sunglasses that the light in the nurse's eyes dimmed and her demeanor changed.

No…

"I can take you to see him if you like. They were waiting for you to arrive before…" She trailed off, and he felt a flash of irritation.

"Before what?" He barely held in a snap. But the nurse still hunched her shoulders and looked away.

"Before they move the body. Sorry, it doesn't get any easier to have these conversations." She mumbled, and a doctor stepped in then, as they neared the room at the end of the emergency department.

"My name is Dr. Tanaka. I was the emergency medical specialist working on your fiancé." He said, and Uta nodded, pushing his sunglasses up his nose, and followed silently behind the doctor.

The scent of blood had his mouth watering, but he paid no mind to his stomach.

You were covered in a white sheet. He could tell it was you by your scent, even through the stink of medical antiseptic and cleaner. He barely registered Dr. Tanaka shutting the curtains behind the duo to give them privacy and instead walked to where your head would be.

Dr. Tanaka made a noise, and Uta stopped.

"What?" He snapped now, heart racing as he paused in revealing your face. Some twisted part of him hoped it was someone else. Someone else could deal with the pain and grief of losing their loved one.

"I just want to warn you that his injuries were severe. Just… Prepare yourself." Dr. Tanaka said, and Uta stopped before steeling his nerves and pulling the sheet back.

Your throat had been ripped out. That much was obvious. But surprisingly, there were not many other injuries. Your throat was stitched shut. Well… What could be stitched up anyway. Chunks of flesh were missing. But there was no blood.

The smell of cleaner was overwhelming, and he felt his eyes well with tears from the acrid scent.

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss." Dr. Tanaka said softly, "I'll give you some time before we decide anything. His chart marked you as his emergency contact and next of kin, so we'll need you to fill out some paperwork." He said, and Uta nodded numbly, sinking into the chair by the gurney that held your prone body.

Uta barely heard the doctor leave.

You were buried within the week.

There weren't many people who attended the funeral. Just a few from Anteiku and some of your friends around Tokyo. Not that you had many. Ghouls tended to be solitary creatures; it was a wonder the two of you had even gotten together.

Life moved on.

It was the little things over the days that reminded him of you.

The way he kept some of the flowers from your funeral dried and pressed in between some of your favorite books to be framed. But he never got around to it.

The way your slippers were haphazardly tossed on the shoe rack in your shared apartment, as if waiting for you to come straighten them.

The way he couldn't bear to wash your dirty coffee mug in the sink because that meant washing you down the drain.

The way he could still smell your cologne wafting from the pillow next to him in bed. He found where you kept it and spritzed some on the pillowcase to keep the smell alive. Because while he knew you weren't alive anymore, his heart still couldn't handle that fact.

But things changed a month after your funeral.

He woke up to the sound of glass breaking.

Almost immediately, his kagune started to pop and bubble underneath his skin, ready to slither out at a moment's notice and kill whoever dared intrude on his home. His sanctuary. The only place he still felt you lingered.

Uta rolled out of bed and onto his feet as silently as a cat with no collar. He hid behind the door as the sound of someone walking over the glass registered in his ears.

A light flickered on above the kitchen sink, and he peeked through the crack in the doorframe.

Only to yank it open two seconds later and come face to face with you.

You were still dressed in the suit you were buried in. Dirt was encrusted around your fingernails, and the nails themselves were cracked and broken. In fact, dirt was everywhere. On your suit, in your hair, it invaded every crevice of your being, but you looked at him with a bewildered expression.

"Uta?" Your voice cracked and rusted as if you hadn't used it in years. Which was impossible. But so was the fact that you were standing before him. He didn't say anything. And when you got closer, whispering, "Uta? Talk to me." He backed away.

"You're supposed to be dead. I buried you." He said and took another step back.

And another.

And another until his back hit the bedroom door.

What was happening?

Was this some sick joke?

"I—I don't know what happened. One second I was walking home and then… I think I died?" Your voice was gaining clarity as you spoke more and recounted the events of the day you died.

All the while, Uta listened. Because what else could he do? Scream? Cry? He never cried anymore. He hadn't even cried at your funeral, for he was too numb to do anything but listen to those recounting your life.

"The coroner said you were in the wrong place at the wrong time." He croaked out when you were done speaking. You reached forward with a shaking hand, and he finally allowed himself to take it. To feel your skin once more.

However, something was wrong.

You were icy cold. As if you had no blood in your body. He frowned and looked from your hand to your face. It was clear you were still in shock, and still covered in dirt.

But that didn't matter.

Because you were home. He didn't know how, or why, or how you were even alive, but he pushed that to the back of his mind and pulled you into a tight hug.

bf!uta who likes the silence when he’s with you, comfortably wrapping his inked arms around you and humming a rhythm

bf!uta who lets you paint his nails and paints yours in return, mutual spa days are very common with you two

bf!uta who will do any body modification on you if you asked, whether it’d be tattoos or a piercing

bf!uta who lets you color in his tattoos, a smug grin plastered on his face, jazzy music playing in the background

bf!uta who tattoos your name proudly on himself, showing it off to anyone every chance he can get

bf!uta who ditches functions early to hang out with you alone, enjoying the comfort you find in each other

bf!uta who would love you no matter if you were a ghoul or a human, vowing to protect you . . .

thank uu anon for requesting for uta!!

Your heart squeezed at the vulnerability in his tone. “Keeping something from me?” you repeated, your chest tightening. “What do you mean?”

“I…” He hesitated, tilting his head to the side in that familiar way of his, as though weighing his next words. “I haven’t been completely honest about myself. I’ve always wondered how you’d react if you knew the truth. And now that we’re married, I think it’s time I showed you. You deserve to see… all of me.”

His words were cryptic, his tone heavy, and yet you didn’t feel fear. Instead, curiosity and concern bloomed in equal measure. You leaned forward, placing your hand over his. “Whatever it is, Uta, it won’t change how I feel about you.”

He stilled under your touch, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. His lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I hope you mean that,” he murmured.

Slowly, he rose from the chair, his movement unhurried but purposeful. The air in the room seemed to shift with him, thickening with an almost electric charge. His silhouette sharpened in the dim light as he took a step back.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice softer now, tinged with something almost… fragile.

Before your eyes, his form began to change. His eyes glowed a vivid crimson, the usual quiet mischief replaced by a predatory gleam. Veins darkened and spread beneath his alabaster skin, and his features sharpened into something otherworldly, beautiful in its raw intensity. Black and grotesque, his kakuja unfurled, armor-like and jagged, exuding a terrifying aura of power. Six additional arms extended out like a nightmarish deity, their clawed tips glinting in the moonlight.

The tea cup slipped from your hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud, but you didn’t care. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared, torn between awe and disbelief.

“Uta…” His name fell from your lips in a whisper, your voice trembling as your gaze swept over him.

He stepped closer, his movements fluid and deliberate, his towering form casting shadows across the room. “This is my true form,” he said, his voice rougher, darker, almost unrecognizable. “As a ghoul.”

The weight of his words settled in your chest, but fear wasn’t what you felt. He was a predator, yes, and undeniably dangerous, but he was still Uta- your Uta. And in this moment, standing before you in all his monstrous glory, he was breathtaking.

“You thought I wouldn’t like this?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, as though searching for any sign of deceit. “Most humans wouldn’t,” he said bluntly.

“Well, I’m not most humans,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

For a moment, he simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a feral grin spread across his face, sharp and predatory. Relief flickered in his eyes, and with it, a glimmer of something darker.

“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice low and reverent.

One of his clawed hands reached out to cup your cheek, the cool, sharp edges grazing your skin without breaking it. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, not from fear, but from the heat pooling low in your belly.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his tone deep and heavy with emotion. “But now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

The raw intensity of his words made your breath hitch. His gaze burned into yours, unrelenting, and when his claws traced down your neck, it left a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re trembling,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice as his thumb brushed over your jawline. “Are you afraid of me?”

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “No,” you whispered.

“Good,” he purred, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. “Because I don’t think I could stop myself now, even if you were.”

In a blur of motion, he scooped you into his arms, lifting you as though you weighed nothing. The sheer strength in his hold sent a thrill through you, and you clung to him as he carried you to the bedroom.

He laid you on the bed with surprising force, the intensity in his crimson gaze never wavered. The size difference between you was obvious, extremely pronounced now, and it made you shiver under the weight of his predatory stare.

“You’re so small,” he murmured, his claws trailing down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So delicate.”

Your cheeks flushed as you squirmed beneath him. “Uta…”

He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Don’t be shy. I want to see all of you.”

With practiced ease, he ripped away your clothes, leaving you bare writhing beneath him. His gaze roamed over your exposed skin, dark with hunger and appreciation.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice low and filled with raw desire. “And you’re mine.”

His lips descended on yours, and the kiss was unlike any you’d shared before. It was possessive, almost overwhelming, his sharp teeth grazing your lower lip. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.

When his fingers found your core, you gasped, your hips bucking instinctively. He chuckled against your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, his fingers teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes. “I wonder how much you can take.”

You whimpered, the tension in your body building with every touch. “Uta, please…”

“Please what, little one?” he asked, his tone darkly amused as he pinned your squirming form beneath him. “Use your words.”

“Please… I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation.

His smirk widened, and he positioned himself between your legs. The sight of him, fully aroused and impossibly large and a deep dark red, it made your breath catch.

“You’re so small,” he said again, his tone laced with dark amusement. “I’ll have to be careful not to break you.”

The stretch as he entered you was indescribable, a mix of sore overwhelming fullness and blissful pressure. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, his sharp claws gripping your hips to keep you in place, his arms caging you- devouring you.

“You feel so good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So tight. So perfect.”

As your cries of pleasure grew louder, he began to move faster, his thrusts deep and relentless. His strength was staggering, and he used it to manhandle your smaller frame effortlessly, lifting you, shifting you, pinning you as he pleased.

When you came, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced. Your body tensed, and a gush of wetness coated him, soaking the sheets beneath you.

He stilled, his eyes widening in surprise before a wicked grin spread across his face. “You squirted,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “How delicious.”

Before you could recover, he started moving again, his pace incessant and rough, he lifted you- holding you on top of him as he thrust inside of your throbbing cunt. chasing his own release. When he finally came inside you, it was with a deep, guttural growl, his claws digging into your hips. Leaving small red lines claiming your body as his.

As you lay trembling in his arms afterward, his features softened, the traces of his ghoul form fading slightly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his mismatched eyes filled with a quiet adoration.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured. “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more, but you keep proving me wrong.”

You smiled, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. “I love you, Uta. All of you.”

And as you drifted off in his arms, you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t face to stay by his side.

A/N: Happy birthday! Uta (even in his full form) will treat you right! lol