#But. I’m getting off track. grease on nails. gonna go run them under water and what happens happens

[mobbothetrue]

Yeah I have a normal level of impulse control I think <- got burrito grease all over my fresh painted nails because I was hungry

[the-lady-writes-what]

19. Denki Kaminari

          Theme: Haunted house

          Kinks: Public sex, slight fear play (if you squint), praise kink

All underaged characters are aged up. Denki is 18+. Don’t come at me unless I send for you.

Masterlist

                                      Play Time at the Haunted House

The ten people ahead of you and Denki waited impatiently for the staff to let them through the festooned tunnel. You gripped Denki's hand tight as you heard the other guests screaming and running out the exit on the other side. Creepy music and sound effects echoed from the tunnel on top of the screaming. Gurgling, groaning, and howling costumed actors terrified the guests already inside. 

"You sure you want to go in, Y/N? We don't have to if you don't want to."

You shake your head. "I'm good, I'm good. Just don't leave me behind."

"Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna lose you. I'll protect you from the big bad monsters."

Haunted house staff let in a few more people until you and Denki were the next in line. Between the carnival colors of streamers splattered in fake blood, you made out the strobe lights bouncing around the black-painted walls. Clowns with creepy laughter echoed down the plywood walls. Screams followed both before and after. Above it all, eerie organ music twisted the playful themes of a circus into bone-chilling tunes played throughout. You looped both hands around Denki's arms, which made him chuckle.

A moment later, you were admitted. The smell of plastic and chemical fog hit you. Glow in the dark spirals, shapes, and fake blood greeted you as you passed under the tattered streamers. You and Denki rounded a corner where an actor greeted you with a scream and a demonic mask. You were the only one who screamed. The two of you passed into the red, and white corridor past the display of bloodied crates marked PROPS and TNT. Shredded and splattered plastic created a maze where every turn hid a hideous clown, each more terrifying than the last. 

Denki yelled once in a while, but you were the only screaming the most. You didn't care if your nails dug too tightly into his arm; you were scared. The maze gave way to a nurse tent, but proper health care would have been a jarring exhibit in a haunted house. Actors dressed as part-nurses and part-clowns wore white uniforms painted in fake gore. They tore into plastic bodies that shuddered and flailed while guts were being pulled out with glee. You squeezed your eyes shut for the next scene. 

A black-painted hallway painted with glow-in-the-dark symbols and signs telling visitors to TURN BACK and RUN in bold, startling letters. You heard the other guests' screams passing in front of you and the maniacal laughter of actors. Crates and barrels hid the clowns so they could easily jump out and scare you. Chainsaws out on the other side whirred into life, followed by more screaming.

Man-made fog covered the ground as you entered yet another scene. Tombstones, coffins and a mausoleum were painted in those same neon colors alongside black and red streaks. If there was something worse than nurse-clowns, it was clown-zombies. Their plastic and grease-painted faces flashed before your eyes in the strobe lights. The fog hid their movements while the music and screams hid their footsteps.

"I got you, Y/N. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you, I promise." Denki pecked your cheek.

Denki snaked his arm around you and pulled you close to his body. His smirk belied more confidence than he should have. You had the sneaking suspicion he was hiding something.

Even more, fog blinded you in the next scene, which was also the last before the chainsaw-chasers ran you out of the exit. You barely made out which figures were props and which were actors. In the dense fog in the middle, you couldn't even see your hand in front of your face. You felt Denki's hand pull you close. You thought he was preparing you to go through the exit. Instead, he pulled you off to the side. You ducked behind a fake tree. The actors were too preoccupied with the oncoming guests to notice your disappearance. A moment later, Denki pulled you inside an unoccupied shed. From the outside, it looked like a prop. Inside, it looked more like a rough break room for the scare actors to cool off and drink water.

“Denki, what are we doin—”

He didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence before pining you to the nearest wall and kissing you. Denki's hands rubbed your sides up and down before sliding under your shirt. His deft fingers made quick work of the belt on your skirt and pulled it up to your waist.

"D-Denki!"

Your yelps and moans couldn't be overheard by the music and screaming going on outside the shed. Even if they did, nobody would really think about it in a haunted house.

"You're so pretty when you look so helpless." Denki moaned in your ear. His fingers slid into your panties, pulled them aside by the hem, and plunged two fingers inside.

Your inner thighs were already coated with sweat. Your legs clamped around his hand as Denki slid further up into your body. You moaned louder when his thumb grazed against your clit. Your heart was still pounding in your chest from the frightful scenes walking through the haunted house. The thrill of getting caught in the middle of one made your mind go hazy. Your cheeks darkened. The shed held little light except for the strobes that pierced through the smallest cracks. Denki's golden eyes looked into your face as it slowly caved to his advances. You two alone could hear the soft noise of his fingers, reducing you to a puddle.

"You take my fingers so well, baby." Denki licked his lips. "I wonder how well you're going to take my cock?"

"Denki," you sighed as his fingers plunged deeper and rubbed your inner walls faster. You felt warmth spreading in your lower belly and something wet dripping down your thigh. "W-We can't do that here! What if somebody catches us!"

"Just leave that to me."

Denki's words gave you little assurance as he rammed his fingers in and out of your sensitive cunt. You leaned your head into his shoulder and bit down on his jacket. Your muffled groans went unnoticed by the guests outside. You spasmed around his fingers, your hips jutting forward to meet him. Slowly, Denki removed himself. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. You panted for breath.

Meanwhile, Denki worked his belt-buckle, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his turgid member. Denki pulled your panties to the side and aligned himself with your sopping folds. The intrusion was slow as if he was savoring the moment. Denki bottomed out with all of him inside you.

"You feel so good," Denki murmured against the skin of your collar bone and gave it a little nip. "I'm gonna you feel good too."

With that, Denki pulled out slightly then pushed back inside, all the way in. You clapped your hand over your mouth, though the effort was fruitless. Denki repeated the motion, faster and rougher this time. He clamped your legs around his waist, your arms on his shoulders, and braced his own hands against the wall. You moved your hips in tandem with his.

"Just like that, Y/N. Squeeze me just like that." Denki whispered other sweet nothings into your ear as he fucked you against the wall amid the sounds of creepy clown music and screaming.

The fake-horror going on outside the shed made things more tantalizing. You were safe in Denki's embrace, even riding him. Nobody could hear you scream his name or moan when he hit that sweet spot inside you. Denki snapped his hips into you over and over and over again. Your legs clamped around him tighter, and your nails dug into the back of his neck. Sweat began to coat both of you while Denki drove himself as hard as he could.

Sweat wasn't the only thing that made you slick between your legs. You were gushing around him before you officially reached your orgasm. He was stretching you wide like your lives depended on it. You tugged on his hair like spurring a horse to go faster. You could almost taste it.

Denki was happy to oblige you in this matter. He pulled out. Naturally, you whined at his absence, only to be turned around, have your hands forced against the wall, and your legs kicked open. Denki slammed back into you without hesitation. It wasn't like he needed the prep work considering how wet you were right now. You had to keep your hands braced against the wall or collapse from Denki's forceful thrusts. You couldn't clamp your teeth on his shirt or swallow your moans behind your hand in this position.

Denki gripped your hips tight as he plowed into you. The cramped space didn't allow him much room, but it seemed to make you tighter. Your moans spurred him on.

"Good girl, such a good girl for…letting me do this to you. Do, do you think anybody else can hear you moan for me?" Denki slammed his hips moan with a punishing thrust.

You clawed at the walls and bit your lip.

Denki slammed his hips into yours and going at a furious pace. He was determined to see you get off as soon as possible and to have his cum soaking your panties all night. At least until you got home so he'd have an excuse to fill you up again.

"You feel good, Y/N? You're getting tight," said Denki against your ear.

"Y-Yeah." You moaned back.

"Good." He kissed the side of your neck with an open-mouthed kiss. His teeth sank a little into your flesh.

This, this is what sets you off. Denki thrust faster into your body and his teeth on your throat. You clench around him, moaning loudly as you come. Denki follows after. Your inner walls milk him for whatever he's worth. You're in such a haze that you hardly notice when he resets all of your clothing and his. The dense fog hides your tracks as you make it out of the haunted house. You didn't even mind the chainsaw-chasers greeting you at the exit.

Denki sets you down at a picnic table to collect yourself. He leaves a moment to grab a couple of drinks. As you sit there, squirming on the bench, you can still feel Denki inside you, pouring his cum deep into your womb. Your panties are soaked through with the stuff. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy on Denki, chatting with Hitoshi dressed in all stag blacks. Denki passes him a couple bills. As if knowing that you're watching them, the two young men look back. Denki winks and returns with a couple of extra-large Cokes.

"What was that all about?" You ask.

"Who do you think to set up our little rendezvous?" Mischief twinkled in his eyes.

It took you a moment to realize just what exactly Hitoshi arranged for you guys and the risks of helping Denki with one favor.

[dorothylauchnor]

September .1

"Oh my god! What were you thinking?" a feminine voice screeched. I cautiously pushed my car door open, stepping onto the road with shaking legs. I turned to face the blonde and rolled my eyes. "I wasn't on my cell phone unlike you. I had the green light as well. Maybe stop trying to send your nudes and watch the road?" I snapped, gesturing to her dress that was barely covering her bottom region. "Just you wait Lucian, one day that mouth is gonna get your ass beat." she sneered, kicking a broken side mirror on the ground.  "How do you know my name?" I asked, causing her to laugh. "Who doesn't? Your family is the second richest in this state. Reality check honey, your story is everyone's business now." ----  "Miss, are you sure  that you're okay?" a woman, holding a small yappy dog, asked for the thousandth time. "I'm fine. See? No scratches or bruises." I smiled weakly, holding out my arms and legs. She glanced at them briefly, before nodding and scurrying away. The paramedics had gone by now, and I was waiting for my father to pick me up.  A loud honk made my head shoot up to see my father smiling at me from his pick-up truck. "Hiya Kay." he laughed as I clambered into the truck. "How much trouble am I in?" I groaned as we peeled away. "None. You just have to use Claire." he smirked, changing lanes. "No. I'd rather die than use that busted up junk."  Claire was my mom's first car, and the one thing she loved more than my father and I. Built in 1984, the baby blue cutlass had taken a beating and was on the verge of retirement. "Oh come on Kay. A cutlass is a classic. If you don't want Claire, you'll have to ride the bus until you can scrape up enough money for a new car. Mom and I agreed to pay for one-third. The rest is your part, including any modifications you want. You'll still be on our insurance plan, and until then, Claire will be added."  "I'll take Claire. A slight less of an embarrassment than taking a smelly bus." I mumbled. "Cool beans." my father stifled a laugh. "Okay Mr. Sixties. Do you need some hairspray while you do the mashed potato too?" I giggled as we entered the drive. I hopped out and ran up to the door, waltzing into the kitchen.  "Claire or bus?" mom called from the living room. Taking a bowl of fruit salad, I walked up to my room. "Claire." I answered before shutting the door.  *** "What in God's green Earth is that?" my friend Maddie scoffed as I tore Claire's suffocating seatbelt from my torso. "Got in a crash last night. My car was totaled. I was lucky enough to get out of the mess with nothing." I sighed, grabbing my bookbag. As I went to shut the door, it popped right back open, the edge bumping my chin. "Damn it." I hissed, swinging it hard, only for it to come right back. "Need some help?" a voice laughed. I glanced over my shoulder to see my friend Calum, trying to keep from laughing. "Please." I begged desperately. With all three of us working together, we managed to shut Claire with enough time to scramble into first period.  "So Kay, have a nice car ride last night?" a voice sneered. Michael Clifford stood in front of my desk, gripping the edge tightly. "I'm sorry, when did this concern you?" Maddie sneered, prying his fingers off the desk with a pencil. He snatched it from her, breaking it in half and throwing it into the bin. "Nice shot Clifford." a boy yelled from the other side of the class. "Alright settle down kids. Clifford, back to your spot." our teacher coaxed. Michael muttered something under his breath before slamming down in his seat next to his friend Luke Hemmings.  ---- About halfway into the lesson, the door swung open and a student rushed to the teacher's desk and threw a tardy slip on it. "Mr. Irwin, late again?" the teacher sneered. I glanced at the boy, expecting some load of crap. "Sorry sir. Was helping down at the garage again. Lost track of time." he apologized, pulling out a ratty spiral notebook.  "That's the, what, fifth time? Ashton you gotta keep up with this. You're a senior, this isn't your first rodeo." he sighed. "You'd think he would get the meaning of being on time, especially after the funeral." Michael laughed wickedly, kicking the back of Ashton's chair. Ashton didn't say anything, just scribbled down the notes from the board.  I had never talked to Ashton before. Not that I had a reason to do so. Ashton was an outcast, a boy in ripped jeans and leather jackets, who spent his days at a car garage. He was never a very social person, purely for the fact he looked like he was straight out of a gang movie, so everyone stayed away. I continued to stare at the back of his head, until the dismissal bell pulled me from my thoughts. *** "No, no, no! Oh God please not now!" I cried, banging my fist on the Claire's dashboard. She let out one last sputter before dying completely. I slammed my head back against the headrest, letting out a loud groan. I was on the dirt road, just a few minutes away from the house, when Claire finally took her toll. I grabbed my phone from the console and dialed for a tow truck.  "Out of all the days, it had to be today." I muttered as a tow came by within minutes. I gave the tow man a weak smile as I climbed into the passenger side. "Don't worry darlin'." he coughed as he began driving, "We'll have the ol' gal fixed before you know it."  ---- There was no way they would be able to fix the burden I drove. I chewed on my nail as I sat on a wooden bench in the waiting room. A man with grease marks on his face walked into the room, shaking his head. "Sorry. We don't have the correct parts to fix 'er." he sighed, shuffling through some papers on his desk. "It's fine. I'll just grab a ride to school." I grimaced, picking up my bag. "Well, a boy in the back could give you a ride. You go to Oakens high school, correct?"  I nodded, and he held up a finger, briskly walking to the back. He popped back out, with another person. My eyes widened in shock at the sight of a sweaty Ashton. "Hi." he breathed, wiping sweat and dirt from his forehead.  "This is Ashton. He goes to the same school. Ash, do ya think you could give her a ride to school until we can get some new parts?" Ashton quirked an eyebrow at me, before laughing. "Her? You want me to give little miss princess a ride? She won't last one second in my truck. Not pink enough for her." I scoffed "Piss off. You don't know me." The man who brought Ashton out slapped him upside the head, before exiting the room. "Figure something out you two." he grumbled. "Awe I'm sorry. Did I upset you? Go run home to daddy, maybe he'll buy you a new car to cheer you up. Or maybe four fancy sports cars. After-all you do get everything handed to you." he sneered, whisking a rag off the counter and drying his face off. "He won't. I have to get a new one myself."  "Man, I'd thought I'd never see the day when the Kay Lucian did something herself."  "It's not like you ever would with your head shoved so far up you own ass." Ashton let out a chuckle, tossing the rag back. "Get over yourself sweetie." He turned to walk back to the workroom. "Blue." I called, making me stop in his tracks. "What?" he asked, turning to look at me curiously. "I hate pink, I've never liked it. My favorite color is blue. See? You don't know me." I reached for the door. "Wait." he groaned, walking into the back.  He came back a moment later, a plastic bag and books in hand. "I'll give you a ride home. And even though I was a dick, if you want, the offer is still on the table. I'll even drop you off a block before school so you can keep your reputation." I smiled, nodding my head as he lead me over to his car. An chipped navy blue Chevy truck sat in the parking lot. "After you." he smiled, opening the door for me.  I gave him my address and soon we were on the road. Ashton pulled a pack of cigarettes out from the console, carefully lighting it while driving. "I didn't know you smoked." I blurted, not trying to offend him. "I don't." he said, taking a drag. "But you are." I pressed, trying to make conversation. "Some people smoke, I simply use it to quicken the process of dying." Ashton blew the smoke out of the window. I didn't think it was my business to ask why he wanted to die, so I kept quiet.  We turned onto my road when he decided to speak again. "I know you're still thinking about it. So to answer your question; I've done somethings I'm not proud of. Maybe death isn't the best solution, but smoking lets me forget my problems. Kinda relieves the pain I caused myself."  "Oh." I whispered. I felt the car halt, and I looked up to see my house in front of us. "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked, closing the door. "Bright and early!" he yelled out the window, giving me a lopsided grin. I gave him a measly thumbs up and walked inside.  "Where the hell have you been?" my mother called, running down the stairs. "Let's just say Claire is at a shop until she can be driven. A boy who goes to my school offered me a ride home." I stated, grabbing a cup of water. "She died?" my father asked, scrunching his face up. I nodded giving them a hug before heading upstairs. "We'll talk about it in the morning. I'm gonna cry if I can't sleep."  The conversation with Ashton kept me up most of the night, and replayed in my dreams.  What made him think he was a bad person? ..... Well, it's been far too long since I've wrote anything. Unlike my other books, I'm actually excited for this one. Hopefully this will go smoothly.  Side note, I have a key for what some symbols throughout the book mean: ----: Small time jumps ***: Larger time jumps/ changing into a new day .....: End of chapters  Xx~ Dorothy  Find my story on Wattpad http://my.w.tt/UiNb/UamGhfuL9E