Seven Days Of Halloween (Kellic)

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🎃Creepy Crawlies🎃

[] Vic's Pov []

"Careful, babydoll, you're going to hurt yourself!" I called to Kellin, who stood at the top of the ladder, attempting to string skull lights along the roof perimeter.

He let out a tiny giggle, waving me off. "I'm fine, Vic." My husband put the finishing touches of some fake cobwebs.

Even though I was still worried for the klutzy boy falling, I got caught in a daze when I realized the angle we were at was perfect. I could see up his skirt, showing me his pretty, pink panties. His ass was so plump and nice. The petite, feminine boy was wiggling his hips trying to get down, reminding me of the way he did that when he was bouncing up and down on my throbbing coc-

"You're painfully obvious wen you're staring at my ass." I chuckled nervously when he wrapped his thin arms around my neck, pressing his plump lips to mine.

He tugged my lip ring gently, before pulling away. My tattooed hands sneaked up his skirt, fooling around with the fabric of his panties. "As much as I love you touching my butt, tomorrow's Halloween and there's still a lot to set up."

I pouted, letting him slip from my grip none the less. He made it hard for me not to jump his bones when he bent down into the decoration bin to retrieve something. Today, he wore one of my favorite pairs of panties on him. They were bubblegum pink with a white trim and had a small heart on the hip. I snapped bak to reality when Kellin started waving one of the severed heads in front of me.

"Should I hang this from the tree? I'm going to hang this from the tree." I chuckled as Kellin marched over to the tree with the bucket of fake, detailed heads, decorating it with them like ornaments.

"Babe, I'll go set up the rat!" I call, earning a loud laugh from him and I knew exactly why. Little shit loved calling me a rat for some reason.

Once I set up the animatronic, I tested it out by stepping on the hidden button, making the rat jump out with glowing, red eyes and an array of hissing noises. The house was looking amazing already. Leading up the pathway to our house, we had small, glowing skulls stuck in the grass, an array of Jack-O-Lanters sat on our porch step, we had a cage set up on the right side of the lawn, containing a fake, possessed baby that was chewing its leg off, a couple hanging grim reapers placed about the area, an animatronic witch, zombie, ghost, and werewolf, halloween themed stickers on our windows, classic horror movie themes playing in the background and soon to be set up was our fog machine and strobe lights. My favorite part one of our most expensive decorations. It was Reagan from The Exorcist. She was laying on the bed, puke covering her face and nightgown and whenever you pressed the button, she lifted up from the bed, her eyes glowing, then her head spun in a circle and she recited a line from the movie.

I jumped in fright when I heard the rat jump out again. I lifted in my head in confusion and of course saw Kellin standing there with a cheeky grin on his face.

"The resemblance between you two is astounding," he joked, motioning to the rat.

"Hush, or else."

Kellin stepped in front of me with a devilish smile. "Or else what?"

My eyes traveled slowly up and down his appearance. At a slow pace, I cornered Kellin against the garage door, placing my hands on either sides of his head. Both his cheeks were flushed pink, most likely intimidated by the sudden closeness. Carefully, I grazed my lower lip against his, loving how baby smooth the skin was. "Or else. . ." I whisper, "I'll have to . . . . tickle you!"

Kellin gasped in surprise when I started to dance my fingers across his ribs, clearly thinking this situation was going somewhere else.

"No, Vic! P-please!" he giggled, tears springing to his eyes as he tried to get away. I jabbed his sides, making him shriek with laughter. His sides were his most sensitive area. "Please, s-stop! I'll do anything!"

I stopped tickling him for a moment, but kept my hands on his sides. "Anything?"

"Whatever you want," he panted, out of breath.

I thought for a moment, thinking how sweaty I was from this scorching heatwave, then picked Kellin up bridal style when I decided.

"Where the fuck are we going? The decorations are still out in the front!"

I gave him a look. "You said anything, and this is part of anything."

Kellin went to speak, but ceased when he realized I was technically right. I took him through the back gate, leading him to our in-ground swimming pool. Kellin must have immediately caught on because he began squirming in my grip, yelling, "Bitch, don't do it!"

I ignored him, running for the sparkling water a giggling mess. In one swift movement, I jumped into the pool with Kellin in my arms. The force made Kellin release from my grip, but we both resurfaced moments later. The water was so cool and refreshing against my hot skin. My boyfriend, on the other hand, pulled himself out of the pool with a small 'umf'.

"Ugh, the ocean is in my nose!" he whined, coughing.

I laughed at his soaking figure. His black hair clung to his face cutely. "Who looks like a wet rat now?" I smirked.

"Still you," he snorted.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, dork. Just help me outta' here."

His arm extended forward to help me out, but I just yanked him in again. Poor, gullible Kellin Quinn, always believing everything I say. When he resurface, he shot me a hard glare. "You're a dick, you know that?"

He tried to bite back a smile, then gave me a short, sweet kiss on the lips. They tingled as his taste lingered there. Again, he pulled himself out of the pool, this time dropping his soaking wet skirt to his feet. All the air caught in my throat seeing him in wet panties. You could see everything.

"Better hurry, lover boy. I'm going to change and if you don't hurry you won't get to see me naked," he sung, snapping his waistband against his hip. Fucking tease.

I quickly got out of the pool, running in the house after Kellin. The decorations would have to wait.

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I got more panties and a new backpack today and they're 👍🔥