Friday Night Funkin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She's already had her last fling with her daddy and she only has two more days until her wedding, she may as well make the most of them. Randy is in his bedroom with his cock out, stroking it like crazy. His sister was actually fucking him! That sexy, black, body stocking and mask was un-fucking-believable. Why the fuck did Chris have to come back when he did? They were so close! She must be aching, too! He'd heard her tell Dad that her and Chris weren't fucking until their wedding night. He strokes faster as he fantasizes sneaking into her bedroom tonight after their parents are asleep. Just as he's wondering how she'd react, he shoots his load, pumping a huge pool of cum into a wad of Klee

I snapped my head back and saw her covering her mouth to stifle her giggles. What the fuck is so funny? She and Colton are the same! Am I saying those words to her considered to be something funny? “Kyson, you were angry because you missed me?” she asked with shining eyes full of humor. She’s teasing me because of my frustration? I captured her lips again and punished her with my kiss. “My turn,” Night suddenly said and shoved me aside. I had to let him since I knew he missed her too. Night turned Aleena around so that her back was facing us. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them with his thumbs, and positioned his cock against her forbidden hole.

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"

She took one sip of the wine and looked at the kitchen clock. She wondered if she would have time to masturbate before her mother got home from work. It was a Friday, Fiona was usually home earlier on a Friday, so she decided to save her fantasy of her mother being fucked by Sylvie for bedtime. She couldn't wait to touch herself, but she was even more eager to see her mother.

All they did last night was moan and scream. "How am I supposed to sleep when your fingers won’t stay in one place?" she pouted, clearly annoyed—but not really. Seriously, how was she supposed to fall back asleep when his fingers were pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts, and brushing against her swollen slit? Fabian chuckled at her little rant. "What can I say? I still want you," he murmured before suddenly moving on top of her. They were both completely naked, and the second their skin touched, the fire between them reignited.

“Let’s go upstairs “, he said. I’ve always had a thing for Freddie honestly. We’ve not really done anything really sexual. We’ve made out once and that was it. Let’s go wild tonight, I mean why not. I gave him my hand and he pulled me up. “Where are you two going?”, Dylan asked as he saw us heading upstairs. Freddie shrugged, “To have fun”. This is gonna be a long night.

“She’s definitely smiling right now… watching her son finally pin down the woman who’s been making him lose his fucking mind m He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “She’s not a nun, Freya.” His voice dropped even lower, “Mama loved sin. She loved men who didn’t wait for permission. She’d be laughing right now… telling me to stop playing nice and just ruin the pretty little thing who showed up on her anniversary night already soaked through her panties.” The words landed like a slow lick between my legs. I whimpered, couldn’t help it. My hips gave a tiny, involuntary rock forward ,seeking more contact, more pressure. The movement dragged my swollen clit along the hard ridg

She runs her tongue over my skin, giving me soft before adding, “And then I want you to fuck my tight little ass.” “Goddamn,” I groan. “I’ll fuck you anyway you want, sugar.” “And there’s one more thing,” she whispers against my skin, making goosebumps rise all over me and my cock give another painful pulse. “I want it raw. I’ve been fantasizing about a real man fucking me bareback and filling me with his hot seed for way too long. I’m tired of waiting, Slater.” Her tongue flicks my collarbone. “Do you think you could do that for me? Can you fuck me skin to skin and cum inside my little pussy and ass?”

“To be honest, I was surprised to see you let go like that. It’s great to see you have fun like that!” I was at the same time suffering from the frustration of my sexual desperation, and delighted at the feeling of sexual energy building up within me, just like the other day. I decided I would wait for Freya to fall asleep and then masturbate myself furiously, to a spectacular orgasm. Yes, it would be so delicious to abuse myself like that. Unless… “Call them,” I suddenly told Freya. “What?” replied Freya, a little confused. “We should call them, Noah and Ethan. You have his number, right? You said you were planning on Dave sneaking over? Why don’t we have them sneak in instead?”

The dynamic shifted—I initiated once, and it unlocked fiercer play. I craved what Friday might bring.