FANFICTION: DJ KHALED X CHRIS BROWN

One day in Miami, Chris began to work on his next album and said "Hm I need a wicked song wit a wicked producer as the opener, only way to make this sht spicy" and checked his contacts. He noticed DJ Khaled's number was there but hesitated to call thinking he would be busy

After deep contemplation, he said "Nah fck it, lemme hit his jack real quick". Khaled picked up the phone and before he could even speak, Chris said "Yo Khaled can I swing by later on? We gotta talk bout business-- I mean if its aight witchu" Khaled looked in confusion at his-

phone thinking "Who the hell is on a private number but knows my name" and said "Holdon, who is this?" Chris was like "Its ya boy Chris, Offset btchahh leaked my number and too much bches was spammin my line so i switched" Khaled leaped with excited "AYE CHRIS WASSUP"

Chris said "Nun much just figured lemme holla at you and see if you could hook ya boy up wit sumn real quick". Khaled said "Yeah yeah yeah, you can swing by rn if you want im the only one here. The wife's out in Aruba for the week so its nothin much to do out here"

Chris said "Aight then seems cool, see you then." An hour later, Chris pulls up to Khaled's mansion dripped in Versace shorts and a vest wit some gold shades. He swung around the back where Khaled had just finished a blunt and greeted him. Khaled yelled "MY BOYY" and dapped-

and hugged Chris. They sat on patio thirsty as hell as there was a heat wave in Miami at the moment but Khaled's butler brought them a chill bottle of water and cup of ice. They began to discuss music and Khaled agreed to help Chris with it. Khaled said "Yo Chris on some real-

sht its a pleasure that you stopped by, it could get real lonely wit me and C Rock (butler) being the only ones here" Chris looked at him and noticed that his breasts were plump and juicy, a pair he had never seen before until now. He contained his excitement while they spoke-

and Khaled said "Hold on lemme squeeze past you to put sumn on the grill real quick and we'll have drinks. Toast to life. Toast to brotherhood. You feel?" However as he walked past, a tarantula scurried across the patio and Khaled jumped so hard that he landed on Chris's lap-

and Chris couldnt believe it. The biggest ass he ever felt in YEARS was now in posession but he quickly snapped out of it. Khaled said "My fault ion fw them jittery bugs you feel me?" Chris laughed as Khaled walked away and took a walk around the pool. Khaled came back and saw-

Chris's ass sticking out as he was sagging. He thought nothing of it since it was normal to sag. He poured Grey Goose vodka and mixed cranberry juice in it for Chris and handed him the glass. He slapped the meat on the grill and said "Chris come peep this"

He used the pitchfork and started jiggling the steak sayin "See how that sht wobbly now, just wait till its done" Chris grabbed the pitchfork and lightly poked Khaled's ass with it. His ass jiggled and Chris did it again until Khaled snatched the fork and said "Aight aight aight"

They stared at each other and Chris said "So what you got in mind for the song while it cook we finna-" and stopped as Khaled kissed him. Chris was in shock... he never did nun fruity wit a dude before so he couldnt believe it. He grabbed Khaled's ass and smacked it-

as the moist sounds of their lips locking and tongues rubbing together made him hard. Khaled's butler came out and Khaled said "Yo C Rock take the day off tomorrow, you can go home". As his butler left, Chris bent Khaled over the glass table and began to mush his face in between-

Khaled's ass cheeks. He couldnt resist and ripped Khaled's pants apart and began to lick his massive hole which glistened with sweat. A couple ass hairs got jammed in between his teeth but Chris could care less, he began to stick his tongue in and out Khaled's hole-

similar to a bird/chicken pecking someone. Khaled grabbed his head from behind and began to smash his ass into his face and rub it around. A little sht from the Nutella bagel Khaled ate earlier went on Chris' nose but he didnt care, this man was richer than him and he couldnt-

let up such a big opportunity after abstaining for months. Khaled was ready. He took the bottle of Crisco cooking oil that was supposed to be by the grill and poured it all over Chris's dick. Chris put his dick deep inside Khaled and Khaled's hole farted as Chris went deeper and-

deeper. Chris felt like he was inside a walking heaven. Khaled's pink walls were so tight and slippery that Chris almost busted right there and then. He began to thrust deep into Khaled's ass as Khaled moaned. He began to huff and puff and Chris covered Khaled's mouth and-

began to pound his ass harder and harder. With each hit, the vibrations sent jiggles throughout Khaled's body. Chris felt it coming but didnt want to waste it. He pulled out and flipped DJ Khaled on his head, turned sideways and began to dig deep into his ass from above-

and Khaled cried out "YOU DA BEST" and "GET UP IN THAT JOINT". The security outside heard the noises and thought nothing of it, maybe Khaled was just recording another song. Chris began to clap his cheeks harder and harder until he realized he couldnt edge it anymore-

and he as he pulled out his nut exploded everywhere. He shook in relief and his nut made Khaled's hole so gooey, he squished his nut back in and pushed his dick even deeper. As he did that, he hit Khaled's g-spot and Khaled began to nut all over himself. He knew he would-

get pink eye by the morning but it would be worth it. Chris pulled out and nutted on Khaled's face once again. He then licked every spot of Khaled's face and went over to the grill and spit all the nut onto the steak as it sizzled and flipped it over. Khaled laid on

the patio floor tired and helpless. Chris lit a blunt and let Khaled huff it before asking "So yo like... whatchu got in mind for the song?" and Khaled stared at Chris bursting into laughter and said "My studio upstairs chief... imma meet you there"

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