Back-Shots | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 14493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I don't know Chris Brown, Rihanna or their associates. I don't claim the places, designer brands, songs, movies or anything else mentioned. They all belong to their respective owners. I don't make money from this story. This is fic |
Was I the only person laughing my ass off at Chris’ new song, “Bitch I’m Paid”? “All she wants is my semen… rub it in her face like Noxzema…?” Wait? What? At times like this I’m super thankful he blocked me on Twitter, because… I already made up my mind to not buy Fortune, but if I can expect songs like that on that album then I know deep down I made the right choice.
WARNING: This chapter sucks. Period. I was uninspired when I wrote it and I couldn’t find inspiration anywhere. Honestly I despise writing virgin lemons.
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Summary: Chris and Rihanna make love for the first time.
Young Love Part 2
“I ain't saying that we trying to be grown…” Chris Brown
Gone were the MTV cameras that were filming Chris Brown’s Super 18, a special from the popular show My Super Sweet 16. He was celebrating his eighteenth birthday with all of his industry friends at Jay-Z’s sought-after nightspot. The R&B sensation left the teen hotspot Avalon where he partied with his fans some time ago. He was thankful for their continued support, but now he really wanted to have fun with the people that were close to him.
Standing at the top in the VIP section, the young adult looked down at all of the partygoers to scan the crowd for his best friend. He didn’t see her and was mildly disappointed, but assumed she went to the bathroom or was hanging around at another section of the club with her other best friend.
Their relationship was a bit more public and interviewers left and right hounded them about the nature of it. But the young stars continued to tell the media they were only friends. Neither celebrity wanted to discuss the nature of their private lives; however they wanted to be more open like other normal couples.
Things started to get serious between the two the night after the Grammys. Even though they had to separate to do promotion for their upcoming albums, they remained in close contact through phone calls, text messages, e-mails, and video chats. They couldn’t spend time together to be intimately close again, but she always made sure she was the only woman on his mind.
There wasn’t a day that didn’t go by that Chris didn’t receive a naughty picture message on his phone from his girlfriend. Sometimes she would send him more than one depending on her mood. He saved each and every one of them to his BlackBerry and always looked forward to receiving more. Today she didn’t send a single photograph and the night was almost over. The singer assumed he would at least get one explicit picture for his birthday, but so far nothing; and he was disappointed.
The R&B sensation’s ego expanded knowing that he was responsible for turning his best friend from a good, innocent girl the public has come to know and love, into an alluring sex-kitten. She was more open with her sexuality even though she’s still a virgin, and that made him proud. He recalled the day she got her nipples pierced, sometime shortly after their night after the Grammys, and she sent him a topless photo with a text message that simply read: for u :)
Chris’ mind was completely blown, even though he’s seen pierced nipples before in pornos, he never thought his girlfriend would get hers done. He impatiently anticipated the day they would meet again so he could enjoy them with his bare hands.
They were together for a few minutes after an awards event and the R&B star rushed his best friend into the nearest single, unisex bathroom backstage. How they managed to bypass security, staff, other celebrities, and patrons without being noticed remained a mystery to the young man to this very day. He roughly pushed her against the door after locking it to smother her bewildered gasps with his lips. He didn’t want to hear her cries or moans. All Chris wanted to do was play and suck her breasts for the short time they had together. Sitting through the hours-long ceremony was a personal hell for the southerner especially since they didn’t sit together. He couldn’t even look down his girlfriend’s dress to distract himself from the boring show.
Down went her flimsy, strapless dress and he silently sent a prayer in thanks she was wearing her hoop rings. Chris hurriedly closed his palms and mouth over her twin peaks, loving the feel of cool metal against his hot tongue. He gently tugged at a ring with his teeth, softly pulling at her erect nipple which made her cry out.
“Shh…” the singer whispered against her chest and pressed one finger against her soft lips. “You don’t wanna get caught, do ya?” Circling the silver jewel against her mound with the tip of his tongue, Chris used his other hand to slip his pinky finger inside her nipple ring and fully grabbed her neglected breast.
“Wha’chu thank was gon’ happen, girl?” The Virginia-native continued to murmur while kissing, laving, sucking, and fondling her breasts. “You sendin’ me them pictures of yo’ titties an’ shit. You jus’ love fuckin’ wit’ a nigga, don’t ya?”
Once Chris was finished ravishing his girlfriend’s breasts, the couple exiting the bathroom was another mystery that was lost on the singer. Somehow they made it out, however he suspected a few people saw them leave together but no one said anything.
Clearing his mind, Chris’ dark brown eyes approved of the sexily dressed waitresses who were in their costume attire. Chris’ birthday party theme was inspired by Michael Jackson’s classic album Off the Wall and the beautiful servers were wearing white tube tops, black micro shorts and fedoras. The male servers were in white V-neck t-shirts, black pants and fedoras. There was a photo space where family, friends, and fans could get their picture taken with the famous brick background from Michael Jackson’s album cover.
The Virginia-native was extremely impressed with how his vision of the Off the Wall theme came to life. The entire club was decorated in black and white with red accents, right down to the food. There was a white chocolate fondue fountain where guests could dip strawberries and other fruit into it. Even his birthday cake was white with the album cover printed on it. All-in-all the late-night was more than what he bargained for. Now if only he could find her…
“Yo’ nigga! Look at’chu! Finally you grown now!”
Chris felt a hand land on his shoulder and he turned around at the familiar voice to face his best friend since childhood. “Fuck you, Mijo!” He smiled. “Nigga I been grown!”
“Yeah whateva you say, nigga.” Mijo adjusted his snapback to look at the room full of partygoers below. “You still can’t even buy liquor yet, nigga.”
“Tha’ ain’t neva stopped a nigga befo’e, tho’.” Right on cue a scantily dressed Asian waitress presented the two best friends with glasses of champagne. Mijo nodded his thanks when he took his, and grinned when Chris flirtatiously winked at the server while taking his glass. The young adult watched the stunning brunette blush profusely before turning away to serve more alcohol.
Downing his drink in a single gulp, the singer placed his empty glass on a nearby coffee table and continued to search the crowd for her. He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes to get a better look but still couldn’t find her. “Damn Rob; where you at, girl?” He muttered.
Standing next to his childhood friend, Mijo assured Chris. “Don’t worry man. You know she here. She’ll be up here soon. She probably jus’ don’t wanna draw attention away from you ‘cause it’s yo’ birthday. MTV was here a while ago. Y’all didn’t need to be seen togeth’r on camera an’ shit.”
Chris thought about what Mijo said and it made sense. His girlfriend was considerate in that regard. With her having the hottest single out right now, if she was seen standing sex to him in the VIP at his birthday party, the attention would easily shift from him to her, and even more rumors of their romance would circulate. His party would no longer be about him. It would be about his more-famous girlfriend and their alleged relationship.
Smiling the singer said, “Yeah she always lookin’ out fo’ a nigga, huh?” It was a rhetorical question spoken as a statement. “Well she know where I’m at and—” Chris was interrupted when he heard another voice shout from behind.
“Happy birthday, bro!” The Virginia-native felt the small arms of one of his best industry friends wrap around his torso. She pressed her chest in his back and gave her best friend a tight squeeze. “Lil’ nigga finally grown, huh?”
Laughing Mijo replied, “Tha’s wha’ I jus’ said.”
Removing her arms from his body, Chris faced Teyanna Taylor and grinned down at her. “Thanks, sis.”
“Yo’ man, this party is off the wall!” Teyanna merrily exclaimed. “You did good, bro!”
“Thanks man. Listen,” the singer quickly scanned the room again, but couldn’t find his girlfriend. “Have you seen Robyn?”
Smiling knowingly at her play-brother Teyanna told him, “Yeah she was in the bathroom the last time I seen her.” She pointed in the direction of the VIP bathroom area.
Ignoring Teyanna’s playful smile, Chris nodded in relief. “Oh okay. Cool then.” Even though he had a stoic countenance, the young adult was euphoric on the inside knowing that his best friend was close by.
“Well since everybody’s chillin’ up here, I’m gonna go back downstairs where the real party’s at!” Teyanna joked with Mijo and Chris. “I’m in the mood to shake my ass! Bye y’all!”
“Bye girl,” Mijo spoke.
Chris waved goodbye but didn’t say anything. He felt his BlackBerry vibrate in the pocket of his jeans and pulled it out. Looking at the screen the singer grinned when he saw a picture message from his girlfriend. Eagerly opening it, what he saw nearly made him drop his phone on the club’s floor.
In the photograph his best friend stood completely naked in the bathroom’s stall with her silver hoop nipple rings shining, and her hand fingering in between her legs. The text underneath the picture read: this is all I’m wearing 2nite. Meet me @ the trump international when u leave.
And in that instant, Chris’ night became topsy-turvy.
He hurriedly saved the picture to his phone and thought long and hard about the context of his girlfriend’s message. Will tonight be another repeat of the Grammys or will she bless him on his birthday by going all the way? Chris didn’t know and the anticipation was already killing him inside! He wanted her—now!—but he had an entire venue of guests to entertain before meeting with her. However the moment he arrived at the luxury hotel he—
“Hey lover,” a voice whispered.
The R&B sensation thoughts were cut off when he felt soft, warm lips press against the back of his neck and feminine arms wrap around his chest. A light, floral scent filled his nostrils and his dick instantly hardened at the sound of her Caribbean accent.
Spinning around, Chris engulfed his girlfriend in a passionate embrace, not caring about anyone in the club looking at them.
Rihanna.
The nineteen-year-old was the only woman who managed to get underneath his skin. And Chris was proud to call the Barbadian his. The exotic beauty turned many heads of various men vying to court her, but she only had eyes for him. The singer’s confidence increased drastically knowing already in her life, there’ll never be another man to replace him.
Chris slid his hands down Rihanna’s back to cup her ass. He massaged her curves partly because he wanted to feel her; however his true motive was to see if she was really wearing any underwear. In the picture she sent him, she didn’t have on any and with the halter-shaped, black mini dress she wore he knew his girlfriend wasn’t wearing a bra. Nevertheless the thought of her not wearing panties underneath her flimsy, short attire sent his hormones into overdrive.
When the Virginia-native didn’t feel the outline of any undergarments under Rihanna’s dress, he grinned against her ear and asked, “You ain’t got on no draw’z?”
Chuckling, Rihanna closed her eyes to revel in the feel of her boyfriend fondling her backside. She especially enjoyed it because she knew everyone’s eyes in the club were now focused on them. The pop star cradled his head, licked his earlobe, playing with the diamond in his ear with the tip of her tongue and whispered back, “Nope. I’m goin’ commando tonight.”
Listening to her whisper in his ear, Chris was almost tempted to slide his hands underneath her dress to see if Rihanna was telling the truth. He controlled his desire and instead dug his nails in her ass, which elicited a playful yelp from his best friend.
Leaning back in his arms, Rihanna smiled at her boyfriend and said, “I have to leave and head back to the hotel but,” she reached for her clutch and handed Chris a white card. “Here’s the key to my room.”
Releasing one hand from her body, Chris accepted the card and pocketed it.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” She kissed his ear and turned to leave the club.
Already missing the feeling of her body against his, the R&B star smiled, already knowing they would indeed take their relationship to the next level tonight.
“You gon’ handle tha’ bra?” Mijo asked his best friend.
Chris turned around to face the man and answered, “Oh fo’ sho!”
They laughed and pounded fists and continued to enjoy the night.
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It was well after 2AM when Chris finally managed to enter Rihanna’s hotel suite. He set his things down in the living area on the sofa and entered the bedroom. The singer smiled when he saw Rihanna in a deep slumber on the bed wearing one the hotel’s bathrobes. Her bedside lamp was turned on and somehow he knew she stayed up to wait for him.
He decided not to wake her up—yet. Instead Chris turned and headed towards the bathroom to wash the scent of the night’s party from his body. He wanted to be fresh and ready for action when he did wake Rihanna up. Of course by the time he was through with her she would be fast asleep, again.
Once finished with his shower, the R&B sensation dried off, grabbed a bottle of the hotel’s complimentary lotion and entered the bedroom. He laid stark naked next to his girlfriend and grinned down at the cute songstress.
She still sleep. Chris untied her robe, opened it, and gawked at the sight of her beautiful body. There Rihanna slept, lying on her back with her perked breasts pointing upwards. She switched her hoop nipple rings for the barbells and Chris couldn’t help but to finger one of the jewels. He watched with alluring dark brown eyes how her nipple instantaneously hardened underneath his fingertip.
Giving the peak a light kiss, the singer spread open her robe more and reached for the bottle of lotion. Sitting up in the bed, Chris reached for her feet and moisturized them before moving along her calves. He massaged the cream into her body and smirked when he heard Rihanna lightly moan in her sleep. Moving along, Chris reached her thighs and carefully separated them to make sure he wouldn’t wake her.
He stared at her body’s most intimate place for what seemed like hours. Honey brown colored lips puckered from there begging to be kissed. Not a single strand of hair was present and it only made Chris’ mouth water. He unknowingly licked his lips while lowering his head down to kiss the inside of her thighs.
Inhaling her natural, feminine aroma made the R&B star dizzy with arousal. His dick throbbed as blood swelled it to the max and he grabbed it and stroked it to ebb away the painful feeling.
Chris continued to kiss and lick a path along Rihanna’s inner thighs until his nose touch the apex of them. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply to engulf himself in her natural smell. The Virginia-native didn’t think it was possible but he felt his dick increase in size. Being this close to his virginal girlfriend was driving him crazy with intense desire. He was nearly tempted to make love to her while she slept but thought better of it. He wanted his best friend to be fully conscious to enjoy her first time with him.
Giving the songstress a light kiss against her center, Chris opened his eyes and lifted himself up to continue giving her a massage. He smoothed lotion on her flat belly and moved upwards to her pierced breasts. He cupped and fondled them, softly pulling at the barbells embedded in her nipples.
Smoothing his hands along her shoulders and arms, Chris gently removed the robe Rihanna wore all the way and graciously turned her over on her stomach. Carelessly tossing the robe on the floor, the singer smiled at the sight of the Barbadian’s creamy back and perfect ass. He rubbed the cream into her shoulder blades and lower back before kneading the plump cheeks of her ass.
Sighing happily as his hands sunk in her massive flesh, Chris looked up surprised to hear a soft voice speak.
“Mmm… that feels good, Chris.”
Listening to the island accent of his girlfriend the singer asked, “How long you been woke?”
Snuggling deeper into her pillow, Rihanna lifted her backside slightly to meet his rubbing hands. “A few minutes now.”
Trailing kisses down her spine, Chris laid on top of her back and grinded his erection in between the soft curves of her ass. He nibbled on her neck and earlobe, loving the feel of the island-native’s body shake underneath his. “I hope you gon’ be woke all night, ‘cause I got plans for us babe.”
“Oh yeah?” Rihanna linked her fingers in his and pulled his hand to her lips and gave it a light kiss. “What kind of plans, Chris?” She rotated her butt against his pelvis to increase the feeling their bodies rocking together.
Unhooking his hand from hers, Chris reached in between Rihanna’s legs and stroked her nether lips. Inserting a finger inside, he grinned when her wet muscles clamped around his digit. “I wan’ you, Rih. I wan’ you so ba-a-ad tha’ it hurts. Please Robyn.” He left butterfly kisses on her shoulder and thrust his finger inside of her more deeply.
Slightly lifting his body with one arm, the Virginia-native used the other to reach for his length. He swirled the tip against his girlfriend’s hole and husked, “Ya feel tha’, Rih? You feel how bad I wan’ you?”
Nodding helplessly into her pillow Rihanna hissed out, “Yes-s-s-s. I want you too, Chris-s-s-s.”
“Keep tha’ thought in mind, luv.” Chris gave her a quick kiss to her lips before standing up from the bed. He forgot he left his condoms in his backpack in the living room and raced to get them. Real smart nigga, the singer scolded himself. How you gon’ leave the condoms in the livin’ room? Real smooth, Chris! Quickly unzipping the backpack, he clutched the box of Trojan Magnum 3 Pack and sprinted back into the bedroom.
His dark brown eyes focused on Rihanna lying on her side facing the doorway. She smiled sexily at her boyfriend and Chris returned her provocative grin with one of his own. He walked to the bed and lay next to her again from behind. Turning her around in his arms the R&B star told her, “For your first time, I wan’ you to face me, Rih.”
Rihanna’s cheeks darkened pink when she blushed and Chris thought it was cute. He pulled her flush against his body and gave her a smooth, passionate kiss. He bit her lip and probed the entrance of her mouth with the tip of his tongue until his girlfriend obliged and parted her lips.
Mating his tongue with hers, the singer lifted the Barbadian’s thigh and placed it over his hip. He stroked his length against her wet core so she could feel every inch of his hardness.
Pulling her mouth from his, Rihanna rested her forehead against Chris’ chest and breathed, “That… that feels good, Chris… I… I like it…” She pressed her face deeper in his skin to cover her blush at her admittance.
Kissing the top of her soft, jet-black hair, Chris spoke. “It’s time, Rih. I’m ready and I hope you’re ready, too.”
The pop star didn’t say anything, but merely nodded in his chest. She felt Chris slide against her and the sensation made her body shiver.
Chris pulled away and fumbled with the box of condoms on the nightstand. He opened the box and retrieved a foil package. Tearing through the gold foil with his teeth, he tossed the torn foil and lifted Rihanna’s face from his chest. She looked up at him with curious hazel-green eyes but remained silent.
Grinning down at her, the R&B star told her, “I wan’ you to put this on me.”
The songstress felt her face burn in embarrassment and she knew by now it was bright red. She’s touched her boyfriend down there before, but the thought of rolling a condom on his dick scared and excited her. Rihanna hesitated for a moment before accepting the rubber. She reached in between their bodies and fumbled clumsily with the condom before successfully rolling it on her boyfriend.
Looking down as her fingers glided the condom over his skin, Rihanna inwardly smiled every time she touched him his erection throbbed. I guess that means he likes it. Once it was fully on she looked up into the face of her handsome best friend and said, “So… I guess this is it then…?”
“Yeah… I guess it is.” Chris knew Rihanna was nervous thinking about what was soon to transpire. Truthfully he was just as nervous as she was but he didn’t let it show. He wasn’t a virgin, but he recalled how nervous and excited he was when he lost his virginity. But the singer also knows it's different for women having sex for the first time. As much as he didn’t want to hurt her, Chris knew Rihanna’s experience will be painful. He’ll do everything he could to ensure the pain will only be fleeting because he wanted her to fully enjoy this night with him they was about to share.
Reaching behind her, Chris palmed her ass and slowly pushed Rihanna forward. He felt the tip of his length at her hole and stopped. A part of him didn’t want to go on. This will be his first time having sex with a virgin and he just didn’t want to violate her. That’s how Chris felt at the moment, like a man taking advantage of an innocent woman and he didn’t like the feeling.
Lost in his own thoughts, he forgot about what was going on until he felt the head of his penis submerged in tight, wet warmth. Chris felt Rihanna’s nails sink in his skin as she held tightly to the small of his back.
Resting her chin on his shoulder the island-native whispered, “It-It doesn’t hurt too bad Chris. I… I can take it, really…” She pushed his body slowly into hers, closed her eyes and sighed to enjoy the wonderful sensation of making love for the first time.
Rihanna felt her inner muscles stretch and crush her boyfriend and she gradually moved her hips, creating her own cadence every time their bodies touched.
For a short while Chris remained still and allowed his girlfriend to move her body against his so she could enjoy their coupling. He was shocked to say the least; never did he imagine Rihanna would be the one to initiate their lovemaking but he wasn’t complaining. The feel of her body constricting and contracting around his dick made his eyes roll in the back of his head. The R&B sensation palmed her ass cheeks again and met her pushes with slow, careful thrusts.
He looked down at his beautiful girlfriend and was in total awe at her pretty face tossed back in the throes of passion. It didn’t look like she was in any pain at all. Maybe it was only fleeting, and if it was he was elated because it meant she could take pleasure in every minute they shared together tonight. Chris leaned forward and bit her juicy bottom lip and sped his motions bit by bit.
“Am I hurtin’ you baby?” Chris husked out. He prayed he wasn’t because the feeling of being inside of her was too good for him to stop. And he didn’t think he could stop. He wanted this night to last forever.
The singer watched Rihanna shake her head ‘no’ and felt her body meet his firm thrusts. She held on to him more tightly and started to cry out when her thigh over his hip began to vibrate.
The pop star felt hot tears slide down her cheeks from her closed lids and the familiar tremors from the last time they were together overcome her. No, the sensations were much more intense, but they felt so, so good. She was far past controlling her body so Rihanna grasped her boyfriend like her life depended on it. The Barbadian buried her face in his neck and screamed when her orgasm hit her. Her body secreted her nectar in between their thighs which made it even easier for Chris to repeatedly slide in and out of her.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Those were the muffled words his best friend spoke against his neck after she came. Chris sunk his fingers in her cheeks and amplified the speed of his motions. He was too far gone to worry about the pain that his movements would cause Rihanna, but he believed she only felt immense pleasure.
Her dripping walls sucking his dick for everything he was worth sent the singer spiraling over the edge. Chris grunted and filled his condom with his seed, pushing his hips hard into hers to fill her up with everything he had.
After it was over, Chris pulled out of Rihanna and stood, already missing her warmth. He disposed of the condom and lay back down next to his best friend. “God Rih-Rih,” he breathily spoke while pulling the songstress forward against him. “Shit. Got damn girl.”
Circling her arms around his neck, Rihanna kissed him and giggled against his lips when she felt the R&B sensation’s fingers playing in between her thighs. “It didn’t hurt all that much like everybody said it would. At the beginning it stung, but that was it. But then it started to feel so go-o-od…”
“And I’mma keep makin’ you feel good, girl.” Chris used his free hand to reach for another condom on the nightstand. “We got all night. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He kissed her back and opened the package with his teeth. Rolling the condom on his new erection, he laid Rihanna on her back to start their next bout of lovemaking all over again.
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Thanks Emily for the correction! I’m so used to seeing lime being used in anime fan fiction that I forgot the word is used for fan fiction in general (slaps self).
This chapter sucks more than Kae does! Ugh! I’m glad that it’s over. I hope you enjoyed both chapters Anna because they were written for you.
For more fan fiction terminology, I’m going to use the words lemon and/or hentai to describe my sex scenes from now on. (Wikipedia) In Western fan fiction circles, hentai-based works are popularly referred to as lemon.
Hentai is a Japanese word that, in the West, is used when referring to sexually explicit or pornographic comics and animation. The English use of hentai is more similar to the way the Japanese use the slang term which refers to any sexually explicit content or behavior.
Why you ask? Because typing the word lemon or hentai is shorter and faster than typing the words sex scene.
Irrelevant thoughts: After doing research on Chris and Rihanna from back in the day two things came to mind:
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