It Was Fun While It Lasted

The time between 2017 & 2018 was a blur for Chris. His days/nights were pretty predictable - get up, go to work, force a smile, come home, drink, fuck - repeat.

Each woman was different with different needs. He studied them by watching how they moved & listened to the noises they made. He also studied the extent of their pain & who or what caused it.

He also knew how to speak the language of the broken. Chris knew exactly what to say to reel them in, keep them & most importantly - push them away. Eventually, this would earn him the name of "snake charmer."

If he's going to be labeled & get a bad reputation, then he's sure as hell going to make sure he enjoys every minute of being single.

A couple women shared his belief on how to work with pain.

Ariana:

Ariana was simple. As long was one or both still felt anger towards their ex - the fucking continued. The deeper the rage the better to sex.

Chris was in Atlanta shooting Endgame.

"Please tell me you're in LA this weekend." appeared on his phone screen.

"Nope, Georgia until next week." he wrote.

"I'm really struggling this week - cum fuck the pain away" she wrote.

"You're gonna have to be a good girl & wait" Chris responded.

Ariana's texts got more desperate with each passing day. Monday was "I promise I'll be a good girl & won't touch myself."

By Friday she was climbing the walls. Ariana couldn't help but still think of him.

How big he was, how thick he was, how he fit inside of her and had her begging for him whenever he would move out and cry out his name when he fit back inside of her.

"I need your mouth on my pussy so fucking bad!"

"I need you to hurt me, fuck me & make me forget everything but your name."

"I'll be home tomorrow night, leave your door unlocked." Chris texted back. This meant he could get to her at any time during the night when she least expected it.

The house was dark as she sat & waited. Finally, Ariana gave up on him & headed toward the bedroom. "Asshole" she mumbled under her breath before she was slammed against the wall. She was terrified trying to regain her senses in the dark.

Chris slowly wrapped his hand around Ariana's throat. "You weren't going to bed, were you?" Chris growled in her ear sending chills down her spine.

He dragged his fingers over her pussy, teasing the very edge of her opening. Normally he would make her beg to cum but she had waited long enough.

He pushed both fingers in at once, eliciting a breathy gasp from Ariana. He made shallow thrusts with his fingers, feeling her walls clench around him.

His tongue slowly licked her clit before he made his way down, tracing all the folds and licking up all of the juices that were escaping her. He curled his fingers inside her hitting her spot. He brushed his fingers against it again before kissing her clit.

She was quivering around him when she said, "I'm going to come," her voice wobbly.

He ran his tongue over her once more before pulling back, leaving his fingers at their task. "Are you gonna come for me?"

"Ye...yes!" she choked.

It took only another few seconds of his gentle sucking to turn Ariana's high-pitched whimpers into a full-body shuddering orgasm.

Chris kissed his way back up & met her gaze with dark primal eyes. His hand wrapped around her neck again applying more pressure than before "Would an asshole make you cum like that?" he asked undoing his belt with the other hand.

"Or fuck you like the little brat you are?" he growled sliding his cock into her pussy.

Ariana shook her head gasping for breath at the feeling of him inside her. She let out a whispered apology with the breath he was allowing her to have.

His hand stayed on her throat while he fucked her against the wall. Eventually they would make it to the bedroom.

It was a night of hot & dirty hate filled fucking. Nothing more, Nothing less.

Rihanna:

(Since Chris Brown & Pratt have the same name I used their last names. Later on I refer to Pratt by his first name though)

Rihanna was more complicated. Their encounter was more than a late night fuck.

It had been almost 9 years since her incident with Chris Brown. Pictures of her battered face was shown on every magazine cover.

"I'm gonna kill you, bitch!" still echoed in her mind. It took her several months of therapy to realize she was a victim of repeated abuse by Brown.

Rihanna was seated next to Pratt at yet another mind numbing award show. She & Pratt were laughing at the amount of room Lady Gaga's hair was taking up in front of them. Suddenly a chill ran down her spine.

Brown passed by them both with a look that made her blood run cold. The look in her eyes was a stroke to Brown's disgusting ego - She was afraid of him.

Pratt's look, however, said "I will fucking destroy you - keep walking."

It wasn't common knowledge that Pratt was a boxer. He didn't talk much about it & by the time some jerk found out - it was too late. They were usually being treated for a broken jaw, nose or broken orbital bone.

Pratt would later share this skill with Rihanna.

Finally came the end where everyone was hurded out like cattle. Brown waited outside hoping to get to Rihanna to superficially apologize.

He saw her alone - now is his chance. He approached her with a sleazy smile. Rihanna desperately looked around hoping someone was seeing this. "You got plans tonight, baby?"

"Not with you" he heard from

behind him.

Brown turned around to see Pratt standing behind him. Pratt wasn't posturing or spouting off threats. He simply stood there with an eerily calm demeanor.

Brown issued a venom soaked threat towards Pratt. "I see you around her again I'll beat you worse than I did her."

"You think I don't know where this bitch lives?" Brown said pushing past him.

Pratt slowly looked Rihanna then back to Brown.

Rihanna chucked her heels off almost hitting her TV. "Sorry about Brown - we...we have a rough past."

"Rough?" Pratt questioned cocking his eyebrow.

"Yeah" she said avoiding eye contact "just leave it at that."

"You ever think about killing him?" he asked switching his eye contact between Rihanna & the backdoor.

"All the time..." she said noticing his diverted attention.

"I hate that I forgave him and - What the hell are you looking at?" Rihanna asked turning towards the door.

She gasps when she saw a dark figure at her back door window.

"Turn back around & don't let him know you see him." Chris said in a low tone.

"Does he have a key?" he asked referring to Brown looking in the backdoor window.

She shook her head trying to calm herself.

Chris maintained his low quiet tone, "Wanna give him something to watch?" he asked turning the lights off.

Rihanna turned her head slowly towards him knowing exactly what he meant.

She laid on the floor in nothing but a sheer tank top & panties. Chris slowly kissed his way up her stomach lifting her tank top. He slowly moved his now dark eyes up to the window & smirked.

Brown's face shown a look that displayed a rage he never felt before.

Rihanna's feeling of fear & aching arousal was exhillerating.

He put his lips on her hard nipple & sucked gently. She moaned, responding immediately to the stimulation.

He licked around her nipple, and put his hand on her other breast. Rihanna writhed in ecstasy as her moaning became louder & louder. He then moved down her body.

She gasped as she felt his tongue on her clit. Chris thrust two fingers inside of her, pumping agonizingly slowly, his tongue never leaving her clit. "You like that, baby girl?" he asked in a raspy tone. "You like me licking your sweet pussy while he watches?"

Rihana craned her head over to the window looking Brown directly in the eye. "That feels so good!" she moaned while she squirmed on the floor.

He added some pressure to his movements, curling his fingers inside of her. Rihanna couldn't stop the moans that were leaving her lips, she were a mess beneath him.

Suddenly he sucked on her clit sending her back arching to the sky as she called out his name His finger brushed something & her hand flew up to her mouth to cut off a choked cry. He thrust against that spot and continued slowly kissing her clit.

"You taste so good" he said looking up at the window again.

She was coming undone from the torturous movemnts of his mouth & fingers. Rihanna arched off the floor with a scream of a broken version of his name. Chris moved his eyes again up toward the window. Another smirk slowly spread across his face.

Rihanna struggled to hold Brown's seething gaze. Another orgasm was quickly building & she instinctly shut her eyes.

Her walls clamped down & she was thrown into another orgasm but this time clear & whitish fluid flooded out of her onto his hand & the floor, gushing in waves as she trembled & moaned. That had never happened to her before.

He slowed everything down as she came down from her high. He made sure Brown saw his drenched mouth & fingers as he brought his fingers to his mouth & licked them clean.

He kissed Rihanna's clit softly as her moans subsided. As she opened her eyes, a lazy smile spread across her face. She was still looking at Brown when she wimpered "Please fuck me!"

He slowly entered her making sure she felt every inch of him. He stretched her out, almost to the point of discomfort. His eyes were full of dark lust. It was deep & intense, & almost a little scary.

Rihanna gasped as he rhythmically rolled his hips. She writhed as each thrust took him deeper inside her aching pussy.

"Good girl, just relax" Chris said, keeping his pace.

There was a loud bang at the window. Both looked up to see Brown hitting the glass. Jaw clenched but saying nothing - his eyes were fixated on both of them.

They both were too intoxicated with pleasure to focus on anything else but each other.

"That's it, baby girl, keep your eyes open."

"I wanna watch you take all of me in." Chris said as he slowed his pace, not wanting to over-stimulate her.

Rihanna's eyes widened as she felt his cock slide all the way in. Her mouth fell open as tears started to form. He kept rolling his hips into her. She moved her head so Brown could see her being fucked.

She pulled him down to her as she felt another orgasm building. Rihanna's nails dragged down his back eliciting from him a low growl into their kiss. She came again - hard. She trembled under him crying out into their kiss.

Her pulsating walls had him cumming shortly afterwards. He bit her neck tasting the salty sweat on her skin. They laid still tangled up in each other riding out their orgasms. Both evetually lifted their heads to the back door window. To their surprise, Brown was gone.

"I've never been fucked so good in my life..." Rihanna said melting into his arms.

"Every woman deserves to feel like that." Chris said rubbing her back.

He taught her some basic moves to protect herself. She always thanked him by fucking him on the floor of the boxing ring or in the gym showers afterwards.

Rumors flew of the many other women Chris slept with during that time. While some may have been more meaningful than others, they all bared scars of pain they were willing to share with each other.

"But pain's like water. It finds a way to push through any seal. There's no way to stop it. Sometimes you have to let yourself sink inside of it before you can learn how to swim to the surface." (Katie Kacvinsky)