The Ouija Board Thinks We Should Fuck (Kellic One-Shot)

So, in honor of Halloween, I’ve decided to post this smutty one-shot. There will be crossdressing, spanking, dirty talk, role-playing, and the use of handcuffs (all consensual).

Also, I had to put a "." between all the "bad" words to keep this from being set to private, so apologies for that.

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HALLOWEEN PARTY
Hosted by yours truly, Mark Hoppus

Date: October 31.
Time: Dusk until dawn.
Location: The Hoppus residence. You all know where it is.
Food and drink will be provided.
You MUST come in costume. Failure to do so will result in you being pepper-sprayed.

The invitation is short, sweet, and to the point. A Halloween party at Mark’s house—he sent this email to nearly every person in the school, but it was hardly needed anyways, because we all know Mark Hoppus. Most of us have been to his parties before—they’re practically legendary. His family is pretty rich, so his house is large and perfect for these types of things, but surprisingly, he’s not snobby about it at all. He’s friends with pretty much everyone. And if Mark Hoppus is hosting a Halloween party, then it doesn’t matter what the circumstances are—we’re all going to that party.

Today is Halloween, a Friday, and my friends and I are standing by the lockers in the hallway, right before first period, all discussing what our costumes are going to be. I haven’t said a word about mine yet, though. Mine is going to be a bit special.

"So, Kellin," says Jack, as if reading my thoughts, "why haven’t you said anything about this yet?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Because it’s a surprise," I tell him, smirking a little at the thought. "It’s gonna be special. Hey, do you know of any hot guys that might be there?”

"I knew it," Justin teases. "You’ve got some weird gay mating call planned, don’t you?"

That just makes me smirk even more. “Something like that.”

"Well, almost everyone in the school’s gonna be there," Gabe says, "but it’s not like you’ve had much success finding someone who happens to be single, attractive to you, and into guys.”

I can’t help it—I giggle at that last bit. I’m way too fu.cking excited for this. “He won’t have to be into guys, necessarily. I could probably be his girl if he wanted me to be.”

Justin snorts. “You probably could.”

I’m not kidding about finding a guy, though. It’s been a while since the last time I got any action—you know, not counting my own hand—and, well, what can I say? I’m kinda sexually frustrated.

Don’t judge.

After school, I try on my outfit, smiling to myself when I see my reflection. I won’t lie—I think I look pretty hot. This is what I love about Halloween: I can wear whatever I want, and everyone will just accept it, because it’s Halloween.

"Kellin!" my mom calls. "Your ride’s here!"

"Okay!" I call back. She doesn’t know what I’m wearing, either, but she also doesn’t know that I have to wear a costume. If she doesn’t see me, she’ll probably just assume that I’m wearing what I normally wear.

After one more glance in the mirror to reaffirm that everything looks perfect, I grab two things that I might (hopefully) need for tonight and make my way downstairs. Justin’s car is parked in the driveway, with Justin in the driver’s seat, Jack riding shotgun, and Gabe alone in the back. I open the door to the backseat with a wide smirk on my face. “Hello!” I say cheerfully.