Our Chocolate Romance - Mello x Reader (Death Note Fanfiction)

Living Together

(WARNING!! STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!)

-2 Years Later-

~{Y/N}'s POV~

"Okay, so where exactly are you taking us?" I asked Mello.

He had made Matt and I pack up all of our bags and leave our apartment. We had been living there for a long time, until Mello suddenly told us that we were moving. The only info he gave either of us was that we were going to be moving to an actual house. I wonder how he's going to get us a house.

"I already told you, you'll see when we get there. Jeez. Just wait." He said. We were all crammed into the back seat of the same mafia car from the day we were reunited with each other.

"I'm not too keen on that. Just tell us." Matt said, and Mello sighed.

"My boss said that it was inappropriate for {Y/N} and I to live in an apartment , so he gave us his beachfront house. It was supposed to be a surprise for {Y/N}, Matt."

"Holy shit!!" I yelled. "A beachfront house?! Damn, Mello, I could kiss you!!"

"I wouldn't mind a kiss..." He muttered, and I kissed him full-on the mouth.

"Happy now, Yellow Mello?"

"Yeah. Always."

"Ew, you two are gross. I don't wanna see you guys make out." Matt complained, and I smirked.

"And yet you were fine seeing me 90% naked."

"T-that was different. You were high as fuck. And that was two years ago."

The car pulled into a parking lot in front of a large, modern house. It was visually appealing, and I immediately fell in love with the place. Mello picked me up and carried me inside like a princess.

"What're you doing, idiot?!" I asked, looking at him with an embarrassed look.

"I'm carrying my bride into our new house." He smirked, and I blushed.

"W-we're not married, Mello. Put me down." I ordered, and he obliged.

There were furniture and appliances already there. In fact, there was everything we needed up to food in the freaking fridge.

"Boss really likes the two of us, huh?" I said, and Mello nodded.

"Yeah. And he also invited Matt to join the pack too. We're all going to be part of the mafia, I guess."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I guess."

Matt walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter. "Who gets which bedroom, Mel?"

We all went upstairs and saw the bedrooms. The master bedroom was a typical married couples' bedroom; with a king sized bed, a walk in closet, and a bathroom inside of it. The next bedroom and the last one we're basically the same; the only difference was that one had a walk-in closet. I want either the master or the second bedroom.

Mello and Matt both looked at me. "Well, Princess, which one do you want?" Mello asked, and I blushed.

"The... The master bedroom." I said. What? I was being honest.

"Good. Matt, I'm taking the second bedroom. You get the last one. Let's start unpacking." He said, and Matt's jaw dropped.

"But I want the second bedroom!!" He complained.

Oh, God. Here it comes...

"Well, Matt, that's just too damn bad. I need the closet. I have way more stuff than you do."