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

Secrets and Lies

-WARNING!! CONTAINS AN EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL CRISIS, SEXUAL CONTENT, RAPE(?), ALONG WITH BOY X BOY! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!-

~{Y/N}'s POV~

"{Y/N}, {Y/N}!!" Matt sang, playing with my hair, "My gorgeous little {Y/N}!"

"Can you stop, Matt?" I asked, referring to the singing. "I'm not little."

"Aww, but it's cute. I feel like how we were when we were small. The three of us always hanging out."

"We were cute as kids, huh," Mello said, looking up at the sky.

"Yeah," I agreed, "I mean, of course we were. The three of us were the most fabulous and smartest kids at Wammy's House at one point."

"Do you have to add fabulous?" Matt chuckled, and I flipped my hair, causing him to grunt in annoyance and fix it.

"Obviously! We ran the place!"

"Technically, that was Roger, Mr. Wammy and I," L mumbled, walking into the area and I glared.

"And the smartest was technically Near," Matt said under his breath, and I hit his hand while it was in my hair.

"I miss Wammy's House," I sighed, "Don't you guys?"

"Not really," the three boys said, and I chuckled.

"Of course not."

"Well, I was the one that left in the first place," Mello said, sitting beside me.

"And I wasn't going to let you chase after Mel all alone, so I went with you. I don't regret doing that." Matt said.

"I was just never there, so..." L droned, and Light scoffed.

I scoffed, giving disbelieving eyes to the three boys. "I can't believe that you guys don't even miss it."

"I don't blame them," Light mumbled, peeking his head out from behind L.

"You stay outta this, serial killer," I ordered. "Anyways. Am I the only one that misses it? Misses Near, and Roger, and everyone else?"

"It's not like we don't miss it," Mello explained, "It's just that Wammy's House isn't something we miss with our whole entities right now."

"Hmm..." I sighed, "I wonder why it's only me."

~B's POV~

"Ah, A," I whimpered, the tall male planting kisses all along my neck. "Mm, s-stop it."

"You're so cute, B," he chuckled, rubbing my member through my pants. I shivered and turned to look at him with wanton eyes.

"P-please, A, I want it," I begged, grinding back into his crotch.

"What exactly is it that you want?" He demanded, and I bit my lip.

"I want your cock, A..." I whispered, unbuttoning his pants behind me.

"Good boy," he praised, pulling my pants down along with his own and making a single thrust into me. I screamed and threw my arms back, desperately searching for something to hold.