#not super into how this ended (didn't match my Vision) but w/e lol

[intern-seraph]

Make Me

off the cuff entirely unedited dream liliyuu smut ahoy! gn!reader

cws: vague book 7 spoilers, Mean Dom Lilia, arguably dubious consent? (he doesn't exactly ask, ur both into it tho), angry sex, hatefucking, rough oral sex (m receiving), choking, gagging, degradation, manhandling, facefucking, masturbation

While experiencing the past is arguably extremely cool (if you ignore the overblot that brought you here), there are several downsides to being dropped in the middle of the fae-human war. For one, you don't have access to running water (rivers absolutely do not count). The soldiers fairly reek, even more than some of your classmates at NRC. Every day is a grueling trek on foot that has you jumping at shadows. Worst of all, Lilia in the past is an insufferable asshole.

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?" you spit.

"What's wrong with me?"

You're not even sure what you've been arguing about at this point. Still, you and Lilia are at each other's throats. You can smell his breath, you're so close. His eyes blaze a furious ruby red as your shouting match continues.

"I've done everything you needed from me and you're still treating me like shit!" You shove him with all your strength. He doesn't budge.

"You need to learn your place, human," he snarls.

"Make me, Shortstack."

Finally, his irritated scowl gives way to bared fangs. You yelp when he snatches up your arm in a vice grip. "Fine."

"What're you doing? Hey! Don't fucking ignore me, asshole!"

At his rapid pace, you're forced to stumble behind him as he leaves camp with you in tow. Distantly, you hear the confused shouts of your companions and his soldiers. However, Lilia pointedly ignores them. You swat at his hand, curse at him, try to act as dead weight, but he pointedly ignores you, as well. He stops after some time and stands before you, shoulders heaving with shaky breaths. Then, he whirls on you and crowds you against the trunk of a tree.

"Wh-what's... Lilia?" You're trembling as you stare into his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, eclipsing his cherry-red irises and reflecting your dazed expression.

"That's General to you," he says. Suddenly, he mashes his lips against yours. You squeak into the aggressive kiss. Fumbling, you manage to thread the fingers of one hand through his ponytail and grasp blindly for fistfuls of the silky strands. Lilia growls in approval and presses his body flush against yours. Faintly, you register a growing hardness against your thigh, but his probing tongue once again breaks your focus. It is, perhaps, too easy for him to pry your lips and teeth open and force his tongue into your mouth.

You moan, deep and guttural, and then the kiss breaks. You gulp down air, shaking as you tilt your head back against the tree trunk. "What... what was that?"

His pink tongue darts across his lips. "I'm going to teach you an important lesson, human. You'd better pay attention to and obey every damn word I say, understand?"

Still panting, you take a moment to consider his words. In a small, subtle movement, you push your thigh between his legs. His quiet hiss makes a knot of heat squeeze in your gut. "Yeah."

He clasps his hands over your shoulders and presses down. You give a token resistance, scowling and struggling against him. "Kneel for me, human."

Your knees buckle, and you hit the ground with a soft 'Oomph!' It's strange, suddenly having to look up at Lilia. He doesn't meet your eyes, too busy shucking off the parts of his armor that hang over his crotch to care about you. Surreptitiously, you slide a hand beneath the band of your uniform pants and palm yourself over your underwear.

"Filthy human," he hisses through his teeth as he finally pushes his underclothes down his thighs, "haven't even done anything to you and you're already rutting against your own hand."

He fists his cock and tangles the fingers of his free hand in your hair. Yanking you forward, he presses his cockhead against the seam of your lips. You keep them stubbornly closed, glaring up at him in challenge.

"Open," he snaps.

You narrow your eyes. "Make me," they demand.

His hand leaves his cock and grips your jaw, instead. With a twist and squeeze of his fingers, he presses right at the hinge of your jaw. You struggle against the pain. In the end, though, you give in and your mouth pops open. The salty tang to his skin makes you recoil on reflex, nose wrinkling and eyes squeezing shut, but the pressure on your jaw keeps you from closing your mouth. He groans as your tongue glides along his shaft with each inch fed between your lips and his claws press threateningly into your cheeks.

"Hnn... yeah... that's right, take it. You have such a warm little mouth, isn't this a better way to use it?" Lilia bucks his hips, shoving himself nearly to the base. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and makes you gag and squirm and the pace of your fingers in your pants falters. A pathetic noise leaks out of the corners of your mouth. He snickers and bucks again just to watch you squirm. "You're almost cute like this. Hah... does it feel good, getting used by me?"

You grab his thigh with your free hand in order to brace yourself. The hand in your hair tightens, and you choke out a moan as he starts to push and pull you up and down his shaft. Again, your hand moves feverishly between your legs. There's little opportunity to do much more than let him fuck your mouth — to take it, as he demanded. When you look up at him through your tears, you just barely make out the victorious glint in his eyes. You growl, the vibration making Lilia's pace stutter as his voice peaks in a whine. Taking the opportunity, you wrap your arm around his hips and pull him in to take him as deep as you can. Your tongue glides across his skin and you moan as obscenely as possible. The startled noises that Lilia makes are worth the drool spilling over your lips and the soreness at the back of your throat. A knot coils tighter and tighter in your gut, and you work feverishly at yourself beneath your underwear.

Finally, the knot snaps. Lilia curses, digs his claws into your scalp, and hunches over you as his hips jerk erratically. He forces you to take his whole cock when he comes, pushing your nose into his hip bone. With a muffled cry, you release into your own hand, as well. He holds you in place as he catches his breath — at least, up until you start punching his thigh and make threatening motions with your jaw. When at last you come up for air, you fall back against the tree trunk, gasping.

"Fuck." Your throat hurts. You wince and rub it.

"You make a pretty good hole," says Lilia as he tucks himself back into his trousers. "Might be worth keeping a brat like you around just for that."

Scowling, you wipe your dirtied fingers on his pant leg, then rise on shaky legs. "You're a dick."

"And you swallowed mine up."

His cocky smirk makes you feel hot all over again. Without thinking, you grab him by the shoulders and shove him against the tree trunk. He eyes you, raising a brow in challenge.

"Oh?"

"My turn, General."