Uta x Reader x Yomo | party

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ι αм тнє cℓσωи ωιтн тнє тєαя-αωαу ƒαcє
нєяє ιи α ƒℓαѕн αиd gσиє ωιтнσυт α тяαcє

ι αм тнє "ωнσ" ωнєи уσυ cαℓℓ, "ωнσ'ѕ тнєяє?"
ι αм тнє ωιиd вℓσωιиg тняσυgн уσυя нαιя

ι αм тнє ѕнαdσω σи тнє мσσи αт иιgнт
ƒιℓℓιиg уσυя dяєαмѕ тσ тнє вяιм ωιтн ƒяιgнт

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Bodies were pressed against each other, sweaty and warm. Flashing lights beating down on the dancers. Limbs were entangled and spirits were high - both from liquor and the atmosphere. Halloween was a good time for ghouls. Especially in this club.

Far from the grinding bodies on the dance floor, moving to the beat of some song you didn't recognize, was where you sat with your two friends, Yomo and Uta. Itori had ditched you all an hour ago, eyes set on a handsome ghoul and quickly she was lost in the crowd. Then there were three.

"I told you this was a good place!" you beamed.

Dancing wasn't your thing.
In fact, you were terrible at it; awkward and uncomfortable and having no rhythm to your name. But this club was your favourite place to be, not just during Halloween, but any time of the year because of how many ghouls and humans mingled here. The owners were ghouls, only sending out invites for their club to an even ratio of humans to ghouls.

Ghouls, like you, Uta, Yomo and Itori, were free to do as pleased with the humans after that.

And you had a terrible sweet tooth.

"He smells sweet," Uta noted, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

His breath was so warm, alighting the flesh of your neck on fire as your hungry eyes scanned the crowd. Yomo sat, arms crossed, unimpressed and barely moving. He didn't seem to be interested in the array of food or alcohol. You'd always thought of him as a shadow, looming in the background, keeping you three troublemakers (Uta, Itori and yourself) in check.
Plus, eye candy didn't hurt.

You inhaled deeply, eyes trained on a boisterous looking human huddled at the counter.

"Not sweet enough," you scoffed.

"You've always liked sweet food - too sweet," Uta sighed. "That guy smells just right."

"But he's not," you frowned.

"With an appetite like yours, it's hard to satisfy," Uta said, brown eyes boring into yours. "You could get yourself in trouble if you only eat sweet things."

"Should I book an appointment at the dentists?" you cooed, hand trailed up his tattooed arm, nails scraping his skin in a sensual way.

It was smooth and warm - almost too warm in the crowded club - under your touch. He melted against you, scooting closer until he was leaning over you so much so that you had to bend back a little. His eyes were piercing, kakugan now in action instead of his human brown ones. They were blazing with an internal fire, just beneath the surface.

You and Uta would build up tension until it exploded. He was the same with Yomo when they were younger - something you and Itori used to find entertainment from.

A hand gripped Uta's shoulder.

"Settle down," Yomo said, trying to calm you both. "If anyone sees your eyes, Uta, you're in trouble. And keep your appetite, for food and for pleasure, in check, (Y/N). We're in public right now."

"Jealous?" you asked sweetly, eyes trailing up Yomo's jeans, fitted black top to hold his piercing gaze.

"You could always join us," Uta said slyly. "It's not like it would be the first time."

You giggled.

But you and Uta still listened to Yomo, pulling away from each other and relaxing against the leather couch in the niche you were in. You caught a glimpse of red in the crowd, that looked like Itori wrapped around the guy she had been eyeing. You realized that time was ticking by and you still didn't have a full stomach or any fun.

"Yomo?" you asked, large (e/c) eyes peering up at him through thick lashes. "It's Halloween! Are you really gonna leave me unsatisfied on the night when freaks come out to play?"

"You're the only freak I see," Uta said, a grin tugging at his lips.

His cardigan slipped down, exposing bare shoulders and tattoos on his upper arms. His flesh begged you to sink your teeth in, to tease and please the mask-maker. So you complied, reaching over to nibble on his shoulder, trailing up to his collarbone. His hands found your waist, squeezing with delicious force.

"You two are insatiable," Yomo sighed. "(Y/N) - find some food quick and then we're leaving."

You shared a coy smile with Uta, usually so relaxed.

But he could be fun and outrageous too and he certainly was those things in bed.

Your heart was beating with excitement as you pulled away from Uta. He fixed his cardigan while you got up and stalked off into the crowd.

You were searching for that human Uta had pointed out. He wasn't perfect, not even close to it, but he was sweet enough to peak your interest. But, as you tried to find it, it seemed that he'd just vanished. You couldn't even smell him anymore, so obviously another ghoul had gotten their hands on him.

Worried that you'd spend the night hungry, you searched the crowd again for someone sweet.

"Hey, (Y/N)!"

You twirled around, barely hearing Itori over the crowd and the music. She stood behind you, wedged between two humans; a boy and a girl. The guy was her type - not sweet but savory (yuck!) - so you turned your attention to the girl. She was swaying, barely able to stand due to her intoxication and high heels. She fell against you, letting you take her weight as her lips were moving, probably speaking, but you couldn't hear her.

"Take her and the guys to mine!" Itori yelled, voice sounding small through the thump of the music. She probably planned on going to the ghoul's house she'd been wrapped around earlier or to another party after this club.

Halloween really was a fun night.

"Thanks!" you screamed but she didn't seem to have heard you.

Pulling the girl out into the cold, night air, you spotted Yomo slouched against a nearby shop and Uta standing before him. They had been chatting softly but stopped when they saw you with the girl. Now, outside and with the noise at a lower volume, you finally heard what the girl was mouthing.

"Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble; Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf," she mumbled, barely coherent as she babbled on. It was a poem you barely recognized, one that Kaneki had said he'd learned as a child in school and told it to you and Hinami once. Though, like Hinami and many other ghouls, you'd never gone to school.

"She's less sweet than the other one," Uta mused.

You scowled. "Rub it in my face, why don't you?! That guy's gone - his scent wasn't there anymore! Someone else stole my dinner!"

"Maybe you should have gotten his attention when I pointed him out at first?" Uta pointed out calmly.

You huffed, dragging the drunken girl along. "Come on, idiots. Itori said we could stay at her place tonight. Let's hurry up and get something to eat, then the real fun can begin."

Both men obediently fell into step behind you.

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You patted your full stomach.

"That wasn't sweet enough," you sniffed. "Even less sweet on my palate. And I accidentally bit my damn lip too!"

Uta patted your back gently, silently reassuring you that there's always a next time.

"Yomo?" you asked softly. "Why don't you kiss my lip better?"

The quite giant shed his coat, neatly folding it up and leaving it politely beside Uta's carelessly thrown cardigan on the counter. His footsteps were silent, prowling towards you and Uta, both slumped on the couch. He sat next to you, sandwiching you between both men.

His lips were soft, gently pressing against yours as Uta slid his hand up your leg to grip your (thick/slender/chunky) thigh.

Halloween really was a fun night.

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Extended Ending:

"Eh?!" a voice screeched. "M - my couch!"

You blinked bleary eyes open, spotting the hazy figure of Itori. Her dress was crinkled and her hair a mess though what really caught your attention was the anger in her eyes. The soft clatter of plates from the kitchen sounded, telling you that Yomo was cooking, and the gentle snore beneath you told you that Uta hadn't been woken up by Itori's yell.

Yomo came out of the kitchen, calmly handing a furious Itori a plate of what was left of the girl from the night before.

She accepted it, blinking down at the food. Heaving a sigh, she threw her purse on the couch and it landed on Uta's face. He grunted - a sign that he'd finally woken up.

"This is the last time I let you three spend the night here!" she said.