Sanemi shoved her against the wooden wall of the abandoned safehouse, his scarred hand clamping around her throat just tight enough to make her pulse hammer under his fingers. “You’ve been asking for this all damn day,” he growled, voice low and rough like gravel. His white hair stuck to his sweat-slick forehead, those wild green eyes locked on hers with zero patience left. She could feel the hard line of his cock straining against his uniform pants, grinding once against her hip to prove the point.
He didn’t wait for an answer. His free hand yanked her uniform open, buttons popping, exposing her tits to the cool night air. Calloused fingers pinched one nipple hard, twisting until she gasped. “Louder,” he ordered, already shoving her pants down her thighs. The fabric tore in his grip. He dropped to his knees only long enough to spread her legs and drag his tongue straight up her slit, tasting how wet she already was.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her cunt, then sucked her clit between his teeth. Two thick fingers shoved inside her without warning, curling hard against that spot that made her knees buckle. He pumped them fast, sloppy, the wet sounds filling the room while his tongue worked her over. She grabbed his hair, pulling, and he growled again, the vibration shooting straight through her.
He stood up just as fast, spinning her around so her cheek pressed to the wall. The sound of his belt unbuckling was loud. His cock slapped heavy against her ass—thick, veined, already leaking.
He didn’t tease. One thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her open with a single brutal push. Her moan cracked into a cry. Sanemi’s hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back while he started pounding.
Every stroke was deep and mean, hips snapping hard enough that her ass jiggled and the wall creaked. “Take it,” he snarled in her ear, teeth scraping her neck. “You wanted the Wind Hashira? You get every fucking inch.” His balls slapped against her with each thrust, wet and filthy. One hand reached around to rub her clit in rough circles, not gentle, just enough pressure to make her clench around him.
She came hard, pussy pulsing and gushing around his cock. Sanemi didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, using the extra slick to drive deeper, hitting her cervix with every thrust until she was babbling curses. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her again, and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her back hit the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, and he slammed back in.
Sweat dripped from his chest onto hers. Scars rubbed against her skin. He fucked like he fought—relentless, angry, perfect. “Gonna fill you up,” he warned, voice breaking. His rhythm turned erratic, hips stuttering. One last hard thrust and he came with a guttural groan, cock throbbing as hot cum flooded her deep. He kept grinding through it, pushing every drop inside until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked like that for a minute, breathing ragged. Sanemi pulled out slow, watching his cum drip down her thigh. Then he smirked, fingers scooping some up and shoving it back inside her. “Not done yet,” he said, already getting hard again against her stomach. “Turn around. I want that ass next.”
She obeyed, and he dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her cheeks and dragging his tongue over her hole before working two fingers in. When he stood and pressed the head of his cock there, slick with spit and cum, he pushed in steady and deep. The stretch burned so good she pushed back against him. He fucked her ass with the same raw intensity, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to finger her cunt at the same time.
The second orgasm hit even harder, her whole body shaking. Sanemi followed right after, biting down on her shoulder as he pumped another load inside her. When he finally pulled out, he turned her around and kissed her rough, tongue claiming her mouth like he’d claimed everything else.
“Next time,” he muttered against her lips, “don’t make me wait so long.” His fingers were already sliding between her legs again, ready to start over.
