Friday Night Funkin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I try to form coherent thoughts, but it's impossible with the sensation of his body moving against mine. "Finn said something else," I manage to gasp out. "Do it tomorrow." And then it begins to come back to me, the memory of last night, the words that were exchanged. Knox saying, "Do mine tonight," Finn trying to start a fight in the car afterwards. "Oh, my god," I moan, on the brink of an orgasm. "I'm going to cum." “I know, Kitten. And I won't let you." He pulls away entirely.

He was the Fynn I remembered and even more. Whatever Delia and Natalie had told me, I loved them, but it wasn’t ringing true. Fynn couldn’t have done all of that to me. "You know what?" he suggested. "What?" I sniffled, wiping my eyes. "Let's go shopping and have fun." I nodded, ready to do anything but have sex, and I told myself it wasn’t because it was him. After all, I’d never had trouble letting him sleep with me before. Somewhere, there came the ringing of a phone; still holding me close, he reached into one of the pockets of his pants, pulled the device out, and swiped the red button without even giving himself time to think.

It was a wild, dark fantasy, but it drove my pulse into overdrive. Closing my eyes once more, I returned to the true reality of what I was going to do to her tomorrow night at Nocturne Sky Keep. She would not be kneeling. She would be spread naked across my furs, her tight pink nipples hard against my chest, her pale thighs wrapped tightly around my waist. I would sink my thick, heavy cock deep into her tight virgin hole, ripping through her maidenhead until she screamed my name to the moon.

__________________________ . . . ~FIONA CARLSON~ . I walked into the office feeling like a thief. Monday have always been the longest day of the week but today felt even worse than it normally did. I slept with Dante Russo. He had asked me to call him Dante from now on but I wondered if it was applicable when we were at the office. Then again, when else were we going to meet? I did not know what he had in mind but I was not at all interested in continuing whatever happened over Saturday night and Sunday morning.

I whined, eyes clamped shut. "You don't deserve this, but if you toss and turn like you did last night, neither one of us will get any sleep. Hopefully, this helps you pass the fuck out," Fynn grumbled. He didn't sound truly annoyed. Instead, he sounded … hungry. His mouth was back at my center in an instant, long slow strokes along the slit. His finger circled mercilessly at my clit and I was begging him for more. "Fynn," I pleaded, but he wasn't listening. He plunged his tongue into me, lapping up the arousal that was starting to drip down my thighs. I couldn't think straight, and I wondered if I ever would be able to again.

The voluptuous beauty looked innocent but was much more of a vixen than her friend. The scent of her juices had Fenny going wetter. She hummed, squeezing at the tiny fabric and inhaling. "We don't have much time," Blair tried to warn Fenny, moving towards the door. She had shoved the thong she stole in her purse. "You got to have your fun," Fenny grunted in protest and began rubbing the thong over her cunt. The material scoured against her slit, sending vibrations up her clit and her spine. She bit her bottom lip trying to stop herself from moaning at how good it felt.

She burst into laughter, slapping her thigh as I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the seat. "He didn’t touch me. We just talked," I said quietly. Diana’s brows pulled together like I’d just spoken in a foreign language. Then her eyes shot open wide. "Wait. Was it the weird handsome guy? The one who makes girls do all that strange stuff but never actually sleeps with them? The Friday guy?" she asked, practically breathless. I nodded. "Holy fucking shit!" she shouted, smacking the seat. "You're so lucky! You have to come back next Friday. Just imagine. if he picks you every Friday for a month, that's, like, forty grand!"

Squeezing her breasts tightly, Felix is the perfect man who becomes her wild fantasy every night before bed. ***

I wasn't even sure if I was doing this right, but her pussy was clenching in on my fingers and, by the way she was whimpering, it felt like I was doing this right. "I steal money from my uncle whenever he comes home too drunk." I thrust my fingers harder and deeper, her body jerking from my assault. "And what more?" "I go skinny dipping in the stream whenever I can." "With someone?" "Sometimes alone. But sometimes, with Tyson." "Who the fuck is Tyson?" I was finger fucking her harder and deeper now. "Do you like him?" "He's gay and he has a crush on Alpha Darvin so no, I don't like him! Oh please!"

I grinned, “well then hopefully in a year or two you’ll finally be as normal as the rest of us.” She rolled her eyes at this, pushing me playfully to which I giggled. I turned back around, finally acknowledging the rest of the student population walking the halls like we were. The funny thing about Friday is that everybody looks so vibrant. Especially Ally. Ditching her Monday is hell look, she rocked some Friday is fun braids with dubs of pink. I never thought pink was her color but boy was I wrong. "I can feel your eyes on me,” she hummed as we walked on.