You hit the ground with a grunt, Benimaru pinning you to the ground. His sparring was harsh, and so were his words as his gruff voice filled your ears. “Are you even trying?” He stated while eyeing you with an unimpressed expression, taunting you and your pathetic state as he placed his knee between your thighs. The tension was palpable, his husky scent filling your nostrils as he pressed his body onto yours; preventing you from moving.