Tory Lanez Smut

Chapter 1: LONE SMOKE

Summary: Y/n and Tory have been friends for a couple years. She met Daystar while working at her college job as a librarian. He ran inside to hide from a entourage of fans. Y/n suffers from depression and anxiety hence why she decided to work somewhere quiet and not as hectic like a cafe. Daystar grew up with anger issues. His childhood was very traumatic. His mother died while he was young. He stayed with his father for a while but later was sent off due to behavioral issues. He ended up in the system. He lived with 3 other men and it was every man for themselves. The experience isolated him in result. Besides lightning up a blunt with the boys he doesn't do much socializing either. Tory and Y/n have become each others sources for counseling. Every time either one of them feel depressed or angry, just any negative emotion. They link up to smoke and chill. As well as relieve some stress by tending to each others sexual needs.

My Day and Star 💫 ⭐️ ❤️: Come over.
Baby Girl Y/n: 👌🏽omw

Y/n quickly throws on her white champion hoodie and her black shorts. She puts on her black champion slides and grabs her keys and purse.

She gets in her car and makes a short drive out of the city into the suburban area that Tory lavishly lives at. She pulls in the driveway entering the passcode into the gate for access. The gates open she pulls around the circle parking in front of the massive houses entrance. She walks up to see the door already cracked open. The smell of sativa dancing around her nostrils.

"DAYSTAR PETERSON I KNOW YOU AINT START SMOKING WITHOUT ME!" She yells closing, locking the door, and walking up the marble stairs.

She sees Tory laying on his bedrooms wooden floor blunt in hand. Eyes closed blowing smoke effortlessly through his nose.

"Hey ma'." He stands hugging her giving her a peck on the lips.

She grabs the blunt from his hand taking a long drag of the green herb. Her lipgloss coating the blunt stickily. Releasing the smoke she questions Tory.

"What's up bae?" She straddles him on the couch he's now sitting on. Laying her head on his shoulder listening to his voice roar 10 times louder as it reverberates through his body as he talks.

"Nigga's at the studio was wasting my time. I kept telling him put on the other beat but he was acting stupid. I almost socked dude dead in his throat. So Sascha (his general manager) sent me home."

Y/n soothingly rubs his chest lips brushing against his neck tattoos as she speaks.

"His dumbass should've listened. You're not paying him for him to do whatever he wants. But with people like him you have to prove em' wrong babe. They want to get under your skin but you can't let em'. Hardheaded nigga's head in hard directions." You mumble after grabbing the blunt from him and blowing the smoke over his shoulder.

His hands grip your ass massaging it reassuringly.

"Anything bothering you?"

"Managing a Travel agency always has stress. Lost luggage, wrong purchases, nasty attitudes, the whole gists is annoying. You know I rather be here smoking with you than do anything else."

"Yea I know ma'. I told you before you just need to move in with me and lemme take care of you."

"You know why I can't Day'. Your famous, Im just your average girl. Plus you know how I feel about being spoiled and reliant. Im too independent for alldat' bae. And this situation what if you get a girl we can't ignore what we be doing. Ion have time for jealous girlfriends I'm jealous enough as it is." Y/n rants sitting up looking in his eyes as she plays with his beard.

"You know it aint no girl that got me like you. Aint no girl period. Ion need no other females. Especially not a label with a groupie."

She leans her forehead on his. He presses his lips up connecting theirs.

"You say that now. They always say that." She mumbles allowing her depression to talk for her.

"Im not they Im Daystar Peterson. Im foreal you know my past. Id never hurt you like that. I know how it feels to be alone." He kisses her deeply.

She sighs. Kissing him just as deep.

"I can't. I'm use to being alone Tory." She says abruptly getting up. Off his lap standing and  turning around.

He wraps his tattooed and muscular arms around her waist pulling her back onto his lap.

"Lets be alone together Y/n." He says kissing her neck. Sucking on her sweet-spot causing her to involuntarily moan.

She feels his brown lips form into a smile due to her sounds of delight as he continues to suck snd lap at her spot.

His hands move to her breast. Fondling them through her hoodie. Her nipples harden as he toys with each breast equally. She feels his erect dick rubbing against her ass underneath her. She clenches her thighs at the thought of his girth going in and out of her.

"Let daddy show you how much he wants and needs you baby girl." He whispers in her ear nibbling on the top of it.

He picks her up placing her on the bed. She takes off her shirt and bra in one swift motion.
He attaches his mouth to her left nipple. Swirling patterns on it with his tongue as his hand slips into her legging shorts and into her panties. He massages her pussy lips making her whine in protest of teasing. His freehand reaches up to her mouth. Pulling her bottom lip of her mouth and letting it snap back into place. He inserts his finger in her mouth. It dips in her throat. Forcing her to release more saliva. She wraps her lips around his fingers sucking. Her tongue circle eights his finger. As her cheeks hallow around it. He slowly enters a finger into her wet and sappy pussy. Pushing it in and out slowly. She sucks harder on his finger in anticipation. He quickly flicks his tongue repeatedly over nipple while fingering her a tad bit faster. He feels her cunt clench around his finger. And withdraws it. Switching fingers he makes her suck her arousal off his finger while using the other one to remove both of their pants and undergarments. His dick springs up slapping his stomach. Y/n moans at the sight needy. He spreads her legs. Her wetness glistening on her thighs and her folds. He spreads her folds. The cold air making her clit harden more. He removes his hand from her mouth. And uses it to guide his dick to rub up and down against her drooling pussy. She moans deeply. The feeling of her high kicking in hand in hand with her arousal. He slowly pushes in the tip. Giving her time to adjust. He fully pushes in bottoming out automatically hitting her gspot. She screams in pleasure. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He rocks his hips into hers causing a volt of pleasure to coarse throughout her core and body.

He pulls halfway out, slams back in, rolls his hips, pulls a quarter out, and rams back balls deep into her cunt. He repeats it like the chorus of his songs. Her screaming and moaning vocals adding to their love making song.
She feels her climax approaching as he goes faster and faster. Her legs wrapping around his lower back and waist. He pistons into her faster and faster groaning. Whispering dirty things in her ear. Her pussy tries to push it out but he just goes harder. Her stomach tenses and her toes curl. She bites her lip drawing blood. She quickly licks it. Opening her mouth to release a coarse of moans and fucks. He fucks her harder and faster. The sound of the headboard thumping against the wall and the smell of sweet sex overwhelming them both as they climax together. He cums grunting and she orgasms screaming his name.

He gets up off her grabbing one of his T-shirts for her and his boxers off the floor. They cuddle next to each other lighting another spliff. They pass the blunt to each other staring at the celling. He suddenly turns towards her.

"I was serious (your nickname). Stay with me. I need you. You're my medicine and I can't miss a single day without you." He grips her thigh.

"Okay Day'."