Camu drabble
Warnings: non-con, smut
Imagine Camu creeping up behind you just after you finished a mission. It's late and the sky has gone dark, you're too busy staring at the stars to notice how he's looming over you, amethyst eyes carefully sweeping over every inch of your body. He's been wanting to do more with you for a while and now he finally has the perfect window of opportunity to do what he's always wanted with you.
It's too late to stop him by the time he shoves you against a partially broken wall, hands pinned above your head as his free hand roams your body. His hand quickly finding your sensitive areas and stroking/rubbing them as he whispers how good you're doing.
It's not long until your pants and underwear are torn away, his cock thrusting in and out of you like there's no tomorrow, like you're not going to have to walk to the transport craft in a couple hours. Struggling only makes him fuck into you harder, any pleas for him to stop, or slow down falling on deaf ears.
He fills your pretty little hole with his cum again and again until it spills out of you, using you like his personal fucktoy until he can see the transport craft in the distance.
"Ah, there we go. My little Commandant looks much better this way, I think you're suited for this." Camu whispers in your ear as he coats your walls with his purple tinted cum for the last time, pulling out of you and catching some of it with his fingers so you can taste it.
"You took it so well just like I told you, and remember-"
"Not a single peep about this to anyone, got that?"