Wait omg... How you ever considered the stuck in wall trope with enstars characs 😳😳😳😳 imagine being nonconned by natsume or whoever passing by
little ramble for this ask before class starts! aah, i rlly need to organize my blog soon :(
CW; NSFW, noncon, drug / aphrodisiac use, reader is gn but they do wear the female yumenosaki uniform, pet names (kitten cause it’s natsume), grinding, manipulation.
this trope always makes me giggle cause it’s soooo random, so i hadn’t thought abt it til now, but there really is a lot to consider!
natsume especially, i think, is one of the people most likely to do so - and he can get away with it. or at least, he thinks he can. after all, he’s a magician, so it’s not completely out of pocket for him to offer to fix your current predicament with a spell. of course, you’re immune to most of his magic, but nobody is immune to a potion or two. now, potions aren’t exactly the right word, it’s more like aphrodisiacs.
he starts by rubbing the oils onto your uncovered thighs, having pulled your socks downwards. when you yelp and ask him what he’s doing, natsume shushes you, a soft, reassuring sound that reveals itself as a puff of warm breath on your inner thighs, reassuring you that it’s alright and he’s only preparing the spell. soon after, your lower body feels hot, agitated, you keep squirming and rubbing your thighs together, a tingling sensation spreading all the way up to your core.
“n-natsume, it… feels weird.”
and this is natsume’s cue to smirk victoriously, because it worked, and here you are, lower half being the only thing visible and your thighs rubbing against each other while your hips rock slowly but subtly against the flat surface of the wall, desperate for friction but finding none. it’s all too easy for him to grab your hips and force them still, delighting in the loud but confused whine he receives from you.
he tuts at you, cooing at how needy and slutty you look in this position. do you know how embarrassing you look? (as if he wasn’t the one who got you into this mess).
he easily flips your skirt up, hands finding purchase once more on your hip bones, and rolls his hips into your ass, eyes rolling into the back of his head when he hears you let out of a cry. he can’t tell if it’s out of panic or pleasure, but frankly, he doesn’t really care. natsume figures it’s both.
“quiet dOWN, kitten. you wouldn’t want anyone to hear yOU, would yOU?”