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"Room check!"
"Shit, shit, shit..." You murmured under your breath, scrambling in your bed.
You knew the RAs would have come for you eventually, but god, why did it have to be tonight.
"Just a second!" Your voice was raspy, both from not having spoken a word all night (Why would you? You'd waited until you knew your roommate would be gone to get high alone, and that was how you intended to stay for the rest of the night.) and from not having a drop of water since, like, at least ten AM.
A sigh came from the man at the door. "Room check!" He yelled again.
You started chewing on your finger nervously, eyes scanning the room for any items you could use to make yourself look less high. Knowing you were an absolute idiot, you said something you knew would buy you more time. "Don't come in yet, I'm naked!"
And well. It wasn't a total lie. You had been in bed, chowing down on a large pizza the way the pizza gods themselves intended it to be enjoyed. Pantsless and braless.
That was the least of your worries, though. Between letting literally all of the RAs see you in your 'Friday' undies and letting them see you in this state, you'd be an idiot to pick the latter.
You had been sitting on your bed, mouth agape in between bites, absolutely nothing going on in your brain for way too long. You weren't ready to interact with other human beings!
But you knew the RAs didn't care about that. So, in your South Park pajama pants and white pointelle cami, you swung open the door.
"Good evening, miss." Blake choked out, clearing his throat and smoothing out his already unwrinkled jacket. It was as if he was so angry at the mere possibility of you being high that just speaking to you pissed him off.
You always knew that no matter what the interaction was like, to not speak first when high. And that may have been a bad rule to go by, as the people behind Blake were giving you that stare. That "I know you're high even though you're trying to seem like you're not" stare. But fuck it, you were going with it for tonight.
"Happen to have any drugs, alcohol..." Blake questioned you as he paced around your side of the room, hoping to see something, maybe smell something.
Well, joke's on him. The drugs you took had no smell. And you'd already disposed of the tin accordingly.
"No, sir." You shook your head, standing in place. Sir? This man had to be like, at most, a couple months older than you. Sir? What the fuck...
"Really?" Blake made eye contact with you, approaching a little too slow for your taste.
Holy shitfuck. Why'd this have to happen the first time I take a mystery drug?
"Uh. Y— yeah." You gulped, nodding. "Nothing."
The others were still staring at you from the little crowd they formed by the door, but none of their stares felt as... dissecting as Blake's.
If eyefucking was a real thing, it had to be eyemolesting, how he was looking at you.
"Do you," He cut himself off with a chuckle, and you had to try your hardest to not laugh along. "Do you promise?"
His tone had went all patronizing in a way that made you unsure if you were supposed to go along with it or not.
You had to choose, "Yes. I promise."
Blake full on laughed, this time. He did a little spin in place, then giggled. Was he having some sort of mental break? The other RAs looked as of he was like this all the time, so you supposed it was normal. His hair swayed in the air coming from the three fans you had blasting, and it was slick with something. Sweat, probably. Hopefully. Was he high?
"Do you swear?" He leaned way too far into your space, then gave an unequivocally mocking laugh.
You just whimpered like a dog in pain rather than having gave an actual answer. You couldn't. This was too much, there were too many eyes on you, they definitely all knew.
Blake luckily wasn't looking for an answer out of you. His hand sort of hovered by your arm, then he clenched it like he was trying, with all his might, to not do... something. Wait a minute.
He then turned around again, not facing you. He paced in front of his little cult, instead.
"You know..." He cleared his throat once again and took a sip from a water bottle one of them handed him. "Everyone thinks I'm like, this dictator." He full on belly-laughed this time, and you laughed along, trying to stay on his good side.
"But I'm just trying to do good for this school. The best I can, you know? I'm all for the good of the people." He tilted his head toward you.
Your reply was delayed due to you following the flicks of his hair instead of his words. Why was this man so sweaty. "Uh-huh. The best, yeah." Active listening. You'd give yourself a pat on the back later if you pulled this one off.
Blake nodded at you like you were a child, incapable of understanding the weight of his words. He spoke again like he was putting real effort into making you understand, though. "People really would be better off if they did what I said."
You mumbled in agreeance again.
"Told the truth." His stare turned pointed, and one of the RAs behind him gave you a sympathetic look. Fuck.
Blake opened his mouth to speak, and you were gonna stay as still as a mannequin until he got out his words.
"What is the truth, Y/N?"
Logically, you knew he'd know your name. But him saying it like that made you flinch, an actual chill running down your spine. The weirdest part was that you didn't entirely hate how he was talking to you.
You became ultra aware of your breathing and licked your lips, fidgeting with a loose thread on the chair behind you. "I... I..."
Blake could tell you were stalling. He knew you couldn't lie to him, though, so it was either he listen to you stammer all night or get this over with himself. It was for your own good.
He waved everyone away, shooing away the last stragglers with an actual 'shoo' motion. The last person closed the door behind them, so it was just you and Blake. Alone.
Blake took a deep breath, glad to have rid himself of the dead weight that was every other RA. They'd busy themselves with the main assignment, which gave him time to lay all his attention on a very important side project.
You.
He pushed you down on one of the chairs facing the TV, snickering at the cute little "umph!" you let out as you landed on the cushion.
Then, making the butterflies already in your stomach multiply by, like, a million, he got down on his knees and put both of his hands on either of yours.
"Did you really think I wouldn't know?" His eyebrows furrowed, and for the first time tonight, Blake looked at you with a little bit of some positive emotion behind that glazed, self-satisfied look.
"I... I'm sorry, I..." You sniffled, tears streaming down your face freely. You never wanted anyone to see this side of you. Honestly, you thought it was kinda pathetic how you crumbled whenever an authority figure was upset with you, but there was no stopping it now.
The tears just kept flowing, and it felt like your frustration that had been building up over weeks was exiting with them.
Blake let you cry. He looked a little confused and scrutinizing the whole time, but he let you.
"Done?" He asked, patting your knee and rubbing your calf.
You flinched, like his touches kept making you do. You'd swear off M.I.N.T.S for life after this, you silently promised yourself. They were making you feel so weird.
"Yeah..." You responded eventually, sniffling. "A— am I in trouble? Please don't take my phone... O— oh god, are you gonna send me to Gralk ha—"
Blake shook his head, lifting up a bit to grab at your shoulders. "Nobody's going to Gralk hall. Just... listen, alright, focus."
You could tell he wasn't very experienced dealing with anyone under the influence. Still, your instincts urged you to comply, and if you really weren't being sent to Gralk, it wasn't that bad.
"Okay..."
Blake wiped your face clean with the edge of his sleeve, a shockingly domestic gesture from your school's supervillain. When he nudged you gently and forced you to meet his gaze, there was a little humanity to him that wasn't there before. "We're going to my dorm. I'll explain everything along the way."
"Ugh! What are you doing!" You squirmed and shifted in Blake's tight, worringly strong grip all the way down the hall up to the elevator.
There were a few students in the hall. They looked a little sad for you, and you could only muster up utter confusion. That little sliver of humanity, poof, gone in an instant.
"What was that?" You found yourself desperately asking him, crossing your arms once you found freedom in the elevator.
Blake eased his breath, flipping the switch again. "I can't exactly be walking hand-in-hand with my prisoner down the hallway, can I? What's next, you wanna frolick in front of everyone too?"
You huffed. "Okay, If you don't explain what's going on right now..."
Blake knew you wouldn't do shit, but he still felt bad and like he was throwing you for a loop like this. "I know what you took."
This took you aback. You even backed away from him a little. "How the fuck did you figure that out?"
Blake waved his hands, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. I just... gah," He looked away like it was impossible to explain, but you wanted answers, and you were gonna have them now, damnit.
The elevator stopped on Blake's floor. Luckily, the few people there weren't out, so he didn't have to drag you into his dorm, but every wordless moment where he didn't explain what was going on left you more anxious than the last.
He ended up letting you in first, and locking the door behind him. He leaned back on it and and took a deep breath. "There's only one way to stop the effects of M.I.N.T.S."
"Yeah, I know, the pizza." You shrugged obviously.
"No." Blake shook his head, looking sort of grim. "Pizza just makes the high good. The only thing that can stop it is..."
"Is...?" You leaned in, worried it was gonna be something equally as bad as the six phases you were proud of yourself for not having gone through.
Blake sighed, breaking eye contact with you to focus on whatever was in the right corner of his room. "Sex."
The room went silent for a little while, completely silent save for Blake's bated breaths.
He wasn't bullshitting you.
"Oh my god." Your eyes went wide. It was your turn to pace around his dorm now. "OH MY GOD!"
Blake dragged his hands down his face, but he didn't look that broken up at the terms of all this. "I know."
"Okay, wh— WHY would you— I don't even—" It took you a bit to get your words out, understandably, so Blake waited until you could form a comprehensible sentence. He owed you the answers to any questions you might've had for him.
The first one, of course, was, "Why help me with this? I mean... why would you wanna help me?"
Blake didn't like what that implied. "The less students that are intoxicated the better, obviously. That includes this." He couldn't help the defensiveness that slipped out.
"Fair enough, but um..." You blinked. Now that things were relatively calm, you were starting to feel it again. "I just feel like there's something... you're not telling me?"
Blake cursed under his breath. He was hoping to maintain a clinical approach to all of this, but he knew that at some point, you would pick up on the tension on his end. He was never good at subtlety, admittedly.
Through his teeth, he confessed painfully. "I like you. I mean I..." Think, Blake, think. "You show a lot of academic potential, and you bring a lot to this school."
He saw you open your mouth, so he rambled in hopes of dispelling any allegations of him liking you as anything more than a classmate. "I wouldn't want you to become one of them all because of some dumb pills, so... "
Them, as in nearly everyone at the school at some point in their lives. Everyone had their vices.
You had your suspicions, but Blake seemed genuine in his desire to help you come down, so you didn't want to push it. His kindness came so rarely, after all.
"Alright," You shrugged with a finality you knew you could only manage when high. More specifically, only on M.I.N.T.S. In any other situation, on anything else, you would've ended up vomiting in his coffee pot or something. Thank you, M.I.N.T.S.
Unsurprisingly, Blake's approach to starting this was so awkward. Poor guy. You think being so pure all the time has made him disconnected from sex in general, likely very pent up.
He fumbled with getting you into his bed, his gentle shove of you down onto the blankets almost making you giggle. You held back from laughing because he did look genuinely insecure about it.
Blake's cheeks were a light shade of rosy pink, now, and if there was any bit left of his domineering persona left, it evaporated that instant.
"Can I take your clothes off now?" He whispered all breathy, sat in between your legs.
"Yeah," You whispered back, matching his tone.
He started with your pants, and you laid back to make it easier for him, lifting your hips like it was routine.
"Cute," You heard him mumble under his breath.
That was when you noticed he'd taken your pajamas off (Bye Craig, bye Kenny, bye Butters, bye Tweek...) and was staring right at your red polka dot 'Friday' panties.
"Shh— shut up," You whined, feeling your cheeks heat up now. This was not how it was supposed to be. He was the sober, most likely abstinent, virginal one. Not you.
All of that was left behind when Blake finally got his hands on you, though. Or rather, his mouth. He started kissing at the insides of your thighs. Little pecks at first, trying to get you used to the feeling of his mouth on you.
"M— mm, ah, uhhh," You moaned, that ticklish feeling morphing into ecstasy as you sunk deeper into it all.
After that, he snuck in a few with tongue.
"Oh, Ohhh," You moaned louder, finding yourself spreading your legs to try and get more of that warm, wet feeling up your thighs. Nah, fuck that, all over your body.
"Is that good?" Blake lifted up his head to ask.
You groaned. That fucker knew what he was doing. You couldn't answer, because you still felt so hot despite him having lifted up off of you. You wish he hadn't.
"Hm," Blake lifted a finger to swipe between your pussy lips through the thin cloth. It was soaked as soon as he pushed it into you, making him moan in tandem with you.
"Please," You looked up at him, eyes teary.
"What?" He whispered.
"Please, Blake." Your smaller hands tugged on the sleeves of his jacket as your hips rolled into his touch, making the finger that was already between your legs swipe up.
That did it for him. That little call of his name, like you needed him. It made Blake pull off his jacket entirely, along with the rest of his clothes.
Watching him fiddle with his belt made you want those fingers somewhere else, but you needed to go all the way. Like, right now.
"Hah, holy shit," Your big, wet eyes with their blown out pupils stared down between you two.
Blake's cock was huge.
"It's not gonna fit, Blake." You babbled, laying back on the bed with your head resting on the pillow.
"Hey, no." Blake leaned down to where you were, and as he slotted his hips between your legs, his dick rubbed against your cunt.
You, being as sensitive as you could possibly be off the M.I.N.T.S., keened so loud at that.
Blake tried to slow his breathing, but the two of you were pretty much hyperventilating at this point. "'S gonna be so good, so fuckin' wet for me, we're gonna fit perfectly, just let me,"
You nodded, your hands tangling in his hair to bring his face closer to yours. Your lips were wet, the top one getting caught between his. You both accepted the accidental kiss. "Yes, please, want it,"
Blake tugged your panties down your legs, the little garment hanging off one of your ankles.
Blake's tip being slick with precum along with you being soaking wet made for, exactly as he said, you two to fit perfectly.
You didn't anticipate how thick his cock would be, but it felt heavenly stretching you out like this. You shook around it, babbling some nonsense about how he was "So big, so fucking big," while his hips rolled slowly.
He let you stroke his ego and held you still. "Gonna be okay. You can take it, got so wet for me— fuckkk," Blake moaned at how good your pussy felt around his dick. "Cunt's squeezing me so tight, baby, feels so good,"
You gasped, this moment taking all the air out of your lungs. You didn't realize how long it had been since you had sex as good as this. Maybe never.
"Not even taking all of me, feel it,"
Blake grabbed your hand and dragged it down to where you two were connected, making sure to spend extra attention to your clit while you were down there until you reached the base of his cock.
"Fuck," You breathed out, shivering. There were, like, a good five inches not inside of you yet. A little frightening, but you were eager and so was Blake.
"I know, yeah." Blake moved his hair out of his face and sucked your slick off of his fingers, then he looked into your eyes. He came closer, too, tilting his head into the perfect kissing position when he asked you, "You want it?"
You shivered again, chills travelling everywhere inside you. You nodded quickly. "Mhm. Yes, please."
"Fuck," Blake's cock twitched inside you. "You sure you want it, all of me?"
"Oh god, yes, please, Blake, give it to me. I need it."
With that, Blake pushed what you took as at least eight inches into you, finding his rhythm immediately.
"You're so good." Blake praised, managing to even out his thrusts despite how disheveled he looked.
"Ohhh Blake," You moaned, tight cunt gushing for him with each thrust. "Shit, yeah, k— keep going, mm..."
One of Blake's hands pressed down on the middle of your tummy, making you squeal out his name pathetically.
"Blake!"
How the fuck did he learn that trick?
"You feel that?" Blake's other hand dug into the sheets under you. He pushed on that spot again for good measure, rubbing into it with the heel of his palm. "That's me, baby, it's me."
He then sheathed himself fully inside you, a hard thrust that had you coming undone for him so prettily.
Blake had you writhing around and whimpering for him when you came on his cock, the sticky, white substance forming a ring around the base of his cock.
Blake definitely noticed, looking down with a low, "Shit," and having to remind himself firmly to not cum inside. It was a great internal battle, one he feels he deserves a medal of the highest honor for.
He pulled out and used your release to lube himself up and stroked himself until he was cumming all over your tummy with a whimpery, "Ahhh, Y/N, Y/N,"
You watched, mesmerized as Blake jerked himself off to the image of you beneath him, rubbing your sensitive clit to help him along. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and had to stop, his cock twitching until it went soft between his legs.
He flopped down on his bed beside you, starting to catch his breath like you were doing.
After a while of you two just lying there, staring at the ceiling in utter contentedness, Blake spoke up.
"Does it feel like it wore off now?" He asked, reminding you that there was, in fact, a goal to the mind-blowing sex you just had.
"Huh? Uh, um, to be honest, I can't really... tell..."
There wasn't really much different about the post-sex haze you always went through and your usual highs. Factor in that that was really really good sex, and you'd taken really really good pills, and it was a draw all the same.
Blake nodded, making his next point genuinely. "I hope you feel better."
There was something so soft in that that disarmed you. You were only able to respond in the form of physical touch, squeezing his hand to establish more fondness between you two.
"So, um," Blake shuffled awkwardly, looking around to make sure nobody could see him standing by your door. He'd done the right thing and let you relax through your aftershock before walking you back to your room. "You're to let me know how you feel in the next few days." Not a question at all, but laced with so much sweetness.
You answered him with a mocking salute before shutting the door. "Yes, sir."
Only when you were all alone in your dorm, door locked and Blake's footsteps quieting completely as he left your floor did you realize Blake never handed you your panties when you two finished.
Shit.