some more thoughts about vi and high sex because… well she’s just hot your honor. 18+ below, and cw for marijuana use (duh).
stoner!vi who teaches you how to roll a blunt one night after you’d confided in her that you’d never done it before. she sets up a blunt-rolling station on her coffee table, complete with a pack of blue dutches - the superior blunt wrap, according to her - and a half ounce of her best weed. the sickly sweet, flowery scent of the bud tickles at your nose as vi shows you how to place it into her grinder, shutting it and twisting the metal disks until the weed is ground down to smaller bits.
stoner!vi whose tongue pokes out of her lips in concentration, her brow furrowed as she carefully demonstrates splitting a cigarillo right down the middle. she punctures the tobacco with her thumb nail, then works the tear down until the cigarillo’s opened up. you mimic her actions, and she reassures you when you struggle to tear the tobacco in a straight line.
“you’ve got this, angel,” she says with an encouraging smile, eyes glimmering when she looks at you.
stoner!vi whose fingers are methodical, spreading ground up weed into the blunt wrap with a precision that genuinely impresses you. when she starts to fold over the edge to close the blunt, she brings it to her lips, licking along the seam of the wrap and working it closed. those piercing eyes stay focused on you as she works, and you have to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the heat at your center.
stoner!vi who lights your finished blunt for you, holding the lighter to the end of the blunt as you inhale. the cherry glows bright orange and when you exhale a cloud of smoke, vi hums in approval.
“knew you could do it, babe,” she says, and your cheeks go warm. you pass the blunt to her, which she takes with a nod of gratitude.
stoner!vi who gets high enough to suggest shotgunning - a classic pothead-trying-to-get-into-your-pants move. she’s almost surprised when you agree to it… but then again, she’s seen the way you look at her sometimes.
stoner!vi who caresses your jaw with one hand, holding the blunt in her other hand as she brings her lips to yours. it’s an almost-kiss that makes both of you hot with arousal, and as your lips part for you to inhale the smoke from vi’s mouth, you let out a pleased moan.
vi hears it, because of course she does.
stoner!vi who covers you in kisses and bite marks, faint bruises decorating your neck and chest. she takes her time undressing you, hands rough and calloused from a lifetime of fighting. her touch is still soft, though, somehow. she’s gentle when she wants to be.
stoner!vi who pushes you down into the mattress, climbing over you and lowering her clenching cunt to your mouth. you moan against her warm, wet folds. tonguing at her like a woman starved. her lips unleash an endless stream of praises - yes, good girl, that’s it, eat me like that. every filthy word that leaves her mouth only makes you wetter, your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as vi rides your face.
stoner!vi who squirts when she comes, overwhelmed by the pleasure of fucking herself on your mouth. she’s high and overly sensitive, so when you roll your tongue over her twitching clit, she goes rigid and gasps like a porn star.
stoner!vi who spends the rest of the evening palming your tits and stuffing you full with her fingers, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re nothing but a panting, whining mess for her.
when you’re done, she holds up another blunt, eyes still hazy from the weed and the sex. “wanna go for another?”
This is my first time ever creating a post like this. I apologize for the beginner writing, but am hoping to develop this more and make it more unique. If you have any tips I am more than happy to hear them! Hope you enjoy this yap sesh!
Thinking about Stoner!Vi and nonsmoker!Reader who recently start dating and go to parties together. Reader glued to Vi’s lap most of the night, watching those talented fingers roll joint after joint. Maybe its the second-hand high or the new lingerie set you were gifted pre party, but watching her smoke is like its own category of porn at this point. Then she does it, grabbing your jaw and kissing you, the tase of weed on her soft lips have you melting, heat shooting through you.
“Can I have some too?”, looking up through your lashes, slight pout to your lips.
This catches Vi off guard, “You -” She hesitates , “Cupcake, you want to smoke?” Pulling her full attention to you.
“Yeah, I know I said no before but I think I’m ready” You explain confidently, sliding your hand down her arm letting it linger . You know how touchy Vi likes to be when high, you take the opportunity to try it out.
She looks stunned for a moment, you don’t drink often, and here you are asking to smoke weed and touching her. Fuck Vi can’t help the excitement coursing through her.
“Okay, give me a sec.”, grabbing the tray, grinder, and papers, you watch her roll again. Grabbing the lighter attached to her carabiner, she lights the joint.
Putting it in her mouth she lifts and places you more comfortably on her lap now straddling her .She inhales then, grabs your chin, lips almost touching and exhales, smoke fills your lungs. slightly coughing, you exhale not feeling much other than the pulse between your legs.
“Again” You say out of breath, shifting on her lap.
One Joint later, you can’t stop touching her. Her skin so soft and so toned, all you can think about is her laying you down and slamming into you, over and-
Grabbing your chin she looks you over, the red glossy eyes and the laboured breathing, as you keep adjusting on her lap.
“If I didn't know any better," still holding on to your chin, lowering to your ear, “ I would think those panties I got you are ruined aren't they cupcake?”
