A/N: Alright, here is the Hanzo closure. Let's pretend we're all still virgins! Thanks for being patient, guys! ♥︎ (Lemon warning!)
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The Shimada Castle was considerably less noisy in the evening, without all the tourists and daily festivities. For the past week, you've run around the castle's large perimeter and through its intricate gardens. Using exercise as an excuse to avoid being alone with the marksman was becoming routine.
As soon as the sun sank below the western horizon, Hanzo retired to his quarters to meditate, rest, refuel. The moment he set foot in the building, however, you'd be on your way out to "exercise". There would always be a brief and awkward exchange. Then, Hanzo would tell you he was turning in early, and you'd be out the door.
You sighed, standing in front of the lavishly-decorated building you and Hanzo shared. With the back of your hand, you wiped the sweat from your brow and debated doing another lap. Each running session have helped with easing a lot of this... unspoken tension between you and Hanzo.
All stemming from a dinner conversation about the posterity of the Shimada clan. Specifically, his desire for an heir.
So... if you were being honest with yourself, it was undeniably sexual tension. Another lap it is. You blushed, huffing at your own indecent thoughts.
But a middle-aged woman approached you from within the building before you could leave. Greeting you with a bow, she said, "Good evening, my lady. I've a message to deliver from Lord Hanzo. He said he won't be returning until late this evening."
"Oh," You said lamely, stuck between disappointment and relief. "Okay, thank you."
"I was asked to ensure your needs are being met. I've drawn a hot bath for you, my lady. I shall prepare dinner while you bathe. Is there anything you'd like in particular?"
"No, it's alright. I'll skip dinner tonight." You smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you for preparing my bath."
"Very well, my lady. Please don't hesitate to call if you need anything."
You gave a weak wave when she bowed out of reverence to you. As she exited the premises, you realized that the disappointment was the more prevalent feeling. Typically, you'd shower, then have dinner with Hanzo afterwards. Tonight, it seemed like you wouldn't even get to see the Shimada clan-master at all.
Sighing, you started inside. There was a peaceful ambiance to the estate. The moon colored the landscape in silver. The cicadas sang their songs. The south wind blew through the open windows as you trudged along the brightly-lit corridor.
You've long realized you wanted to share something physically more intimate with him. Much, much more. And creating life with Hanzo... You gulped. But you were so self-conscious at times. What if Hanzo didn't find you as attractive as you did him?
A pit formed in your belly and you shook your head vehemently. You put a stop to the negativity and made a beeline for the bathroom. Tomorrow, you'd try and initiate... something. Maybe. If the occasion presented itself.
As soon as you entered the bathroom, you couldn't help but marvel at its spaciousness. The floor was made of black marble tiles and the walls with dark mahogany panels. There were porcelain vases on the counters, filled with large sunflowers, and hanging lights that left you breathless. Enjoying the scenery, you peeled off your sweat-soaked clothes, shedding your underwear in the process.
The sides of the enormous wooden tub reached several handspans above your knees. Its actual size could accommodate a dozen people, and it felt more like a kiddy swimming pool than a bathing apparatus. The steam rising from the water's surface felt good against your skin.
You sighed appreciatively. "I could definitely do this everyday. Shi--" You hissed, falling victim to your own inattention when you unwittingly plunged your whole leg into the water. It felt scalding hot at first, but with a few seconds' passing, it grew bearable and eventually enjoyable. The soothing sensation was inviting, and soon, you were swimming in the fragrant hot water.
It was calming. The warmth dilated your blood vessels and loosened the knots in your muscles. You realized that bathing was a luxury you hadn't been able to indulge since you began your career in medicine. Showering had been your go-to method for hygiene for the sake of time and efficiency.
So tonight, you took advantage of this luxury, spending quite some time in the makeshift pool—more swimming than bathing. And when you began to feel lightheaded from the heat exposure, you decided it best to call it a night.
Clumsily, you climbed out of the water, the dizziness claiming you. The cool air sobered you up a bit, but alas it wasn't enough to maintain your coordination. As you took unsteady steps to the towel rack, your feet betrayed you and you slipped backwards.
As you lost your footing and went tumbling down, a curse left your lips. A yelp soon followed the moment your backside hit the slick floor. Lying sprawled on your back, you let the shock of the fall abate before attempting to move.
I'm not hurt...? You stared up at the sunken squares in the ceiling and took in a deep breath. The moment you tried to sit up, a dull ache emerged in your side, down at your hip. The ache became throbbing and forced you to lie back down. Gingerly you touched the injured area and instantly regretted it. The pulsating pain had morphed into an acute, jarring kind that radiated down your leg. It forced a sharp cry out of you.
"[Y/N]?" Hanzo's voice called out. Suddenly, you wished you could use your abilities on yourself. "[Y/N], are you alright?" His frantic voice grew near.
"I'm okay! Don't come in, I'm n-"
Too late.
The door slid open so quickly, you thought it would come off its tracks. Hanzo stood frozen at the entrance, his eyes met yours and his lips parted as his jaw fell. When a second has elapsed, he quickly broke eye contact and turned his head to the side, the blush on his cheeks apparent.
Gasping, without thinking, you tried to get up again. Your endeavor was fruitless—and you found yourself back on the floor, flat on your back. "Ouch, ouch..." You hissed, cheeks burning from your embarrassing situation. Could this get any worse?
Hanzo wasn't about to leave you on the floor despite your nudity. He entered the bathroom, head turned, shielding his eyes, fighting the urge to glance at your naked form again. He thought his heart would escape his ribcage with its rapid beating. He tossed a towel over your naked form before kneeling at your side, "Is anything broken? Can I touch you?"
You did your best to cover yourself up with the fabric Hanzo less-than-graciously gave you. "Nothing's broken," You told him. "I think I might've just... really, badly bruised my butt is all."
"How did this happen?" He asked more admonishingly than he meant to. He lifted you in his arms easily and held your body close to him. He sighed, carrying you out of the bathroom. "What if you had sustained an injury far worse?"
"Sorry," You mumbled, lightly fidgeting in his arms. "I didn't think a hot bath would make me lightheaded and this clumsy."
He brought you into your room and laid you gently on then bed. "It's just--" He sighed, gazing into your eyes. "When I heard you hurt, I-" Hanzo was tripping over his words, the blush never quite leaving his face. "I was afraid something terrible had happened to you."
"I'm sorry," You apologized, more sincerely this time when you saw the worry in his eyes. You noticed his business suit had large splotches where water had saturated through the gray fabric. "I ruined your clothes."
He let out a laugh, "These can be replaced easily, [Y/N]." The marksman brushed a stray hair from your face, his expression suddenly serious. "You, on the other hand..."
As you looked into his eyes, you understood that Hanzo desired you as much as you desired him. You saw the restraint in his features, the tension along his jaw.
All of the sudden, he pulled away and stood stiffly at the side of your bed. You watched the expansion of his torso as he breathed deeply and evenly, watched as his broad shoulders rose, as his fingers curled into fists at his sides.
"You don't know how lovely you are," He uttered in a low voice.
You sat up, withstanding the ache at your hip, choosing to ignore it. Fearing Hanzo would leave the room, you grabbed his hand and held tightly. "Stay," You said, surprised at how assertive you sounded. "I want you, Hanzo."
He turned slightly, casting a glance at you over his shoulder. His cheeks grew even warmer if it was possible and he averted his gaze. "You want me?"
"Yes," You tugged at his hand a little more forcefully, and the Shimada clan-master had no choice but to turn around and face you. "Please make me yours..." Your cheeks grew warmer, darkening as the blood rushed to the surface of your skin.
"But you are hurt," He said with regard to your injury.
"I'm fine," You stood quickly at his side, letting the towel fall. The pain truly had abated to a dull, barely perceptible throb. "See?" You whispered. Possessed by this certain desire for Hanzo, you pressed yourself against him—molded your curves against his solid form, and when you heard the hitch in his breath, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his.
"What has come over you?" He asked breathily, there was a quiver in his voice. But Hanzo's strong hands clasped your waist. He held you close, a terrible ache beginning to form where your body was pressing onto his arousal.
Your heart leapt when you felt the thick bulge that had settled against his upper thigh. "Is it... inappropriate for me to want this? To want you?Should I stop?"
A look of apprehension appeared on his face, "Dragons mate for life—this belief is absolute for me. So... I need to be certain whether you feel as strongly as I do."
Did he just ask me to marry him? You caught your lower lip between your teeth, contemplating your reply. "Do you realize that you... basically just--"
"Asked you to spend the rest of your life with me?" Hanzo cut you off. You didn't know how it was possible, but you saw both the tenderness and the ferocity in his dark eyes. "Yes. Am I being too brazen?"
In that moment, nothing else mattered—only this man in front of you. Not your career. Not your dreams. Nothing. What you felt was an undeniable, insatiable yearning for Hanzo Shimada. You felt it so intensely, your heart threatened to lurch out of your chest upon Hanzo's candor.
"I'm in love with you," He continued, his eyes searching yours. "But I must refrain from indulging in your body if you have doubts about this."
"Doubts?" You shot him a confused look.
"You've been avoiding me lately," He pointed out. You saw the patience in his eyes.
"W-well..." You stammered, averting your gaze. "You talked about wanting an heir... and it was so sudden, and I was- am self-conscious about myself sometimes--"
He claimed your lips with his, the kiss long and enveloping. It effectively shut you up. His grip intensified, his fingers pressing into your skin. Hanzo's blazing kiss told it all—his love, his lust, his desire to be one with you. He guided you to the mattress, laying you down gently, shifting his more muscular figure against yours. "You're beautiful."
You could feel his fingers travel along your side upwards, and when you felt them skin against the underside of your breast, an involuntary shiver ran through you. Shooting sensations were arrowing down to your core.
"Are you alright?" His lips left yours. He looked into your eyes as he tried to steady his breathing.
You nodded hesitantly and returned his gaze. "There's nothing I want more than you right now..."
His hand had traced a path upwards from your hip and settled against your ribcage. He held you close to him, staring intently into your eyes. "If I must be honest with you," He paused for effect. "I've wanted to make love with you the first time I laid eyes on you."
You held your breath, listening.
Hanzo continued, his countenance displaying his vulnerability. "I understood that it was merely lust at first—the reason I kept myself distanced. I was loath to trust you because after years of denying myself, after many years of abstaining from physical pleasures, I was tempted at the very sight of you."
"Wasn't it because I touched you?" You were stunned at how open Hanzo was being.
"No, my love," The corners of his lips curled upward as he recalled the memory. "This was before you'd touched me barehanded. It was when we first met, when I bled all over your office." His small smile briefly morphed into a rueful grin. "If I remember correctly, you had gloves on your hands. You had such amazing determination... it moved me profoundly."
"Well, I'll have you know... I have no doubts about you. None at all," You placed your hand over his, raising it up to cup your breast. Again, his breath hitched, and you couldn't suppress the triumphant smile playing on your lips. "And, for the rest of my life, I want to be your mate... if you would have me." You looked up at him with longing, relishing the warmth of his body against yours.
His fingers closed over your breast gently, giving a light squeeze, eliciting a stifled moan out of you. He took your lips with his own, drinking in your sweetness, breathing in your fragrant scent. Then, his lips left a fiery trail of satin kisses along your jawline. They teased your skin, fluttering down your neck.
Hanzo pulled away when his lips reached your chest. Again, he lightly squeezed your breast, savoring its feeling in his hand as he admired the color of its peak. He ran his thumb back and forth over the hardening protrusion, and the reaction it roused in you was strong—a churning sensation began at the junction of your thighs. Igniting the fire in your blood. Smoldering. Each stroke made your breath catch.
His other hand trailed down, settling between your thighs as you parted your legs. Hanzo noticed the moisture that coated his fingertips as he ran them along your upper thigh, and seeing how excited you were for him caused his arousal to twitch almost painfully.
You bit your lip with anticipation, feeling Hanzo's mouth on your skin as he continued to trail kisses down your abdomen, feeling his fingers brushing against your intimate parts. After what felt like eternity, his lips reached your womanhood at last—there, his tongue ran in sweeping motions across your clit. You groaned softly when the slick muscle swept down, teasing your entrance—parting you slightly.
He savored your taste, his eyes darting up to your face as you basked in pleasure. With his tongue pressing firmly against you, he began to suckle on your clit, lapping at your sweetness, flicking against your core.
"Oh..." You hissed in delight when you felt his finger thrust past your soaked entrance. He pressed the digit further inside, his movement slow and agonizing, as he kept his tongue's relentless motion on your clit. You shivered violently, your fingers tightly clutching the sheets, as you tried to preserve your sanity. Your hips bucked with his wriggling digit buried deep inside you, moving in a sinfully gratifying fashion.
He worked his fingertip slowly along your inner flesh, until he discovered the incredibly sensitive area. As he glided his fingertip over the spot, your body jumped and you whimpered desperately for him, your core coiling around the appendage.
There was fire coursing in your veins, and all you wanted was for Hanzo to quench it. Your exhalation was harsh as your hips inched closer to him.
The marksman saw the desperation in you, but instead of giving you what you wanted, he pulled away. His digit removed, you felt empty—frustrated, even. Hanzo noted it on your face, and he couldn't help but smirk.
"You're mean," You complained when you saw the smugness in his smile, to which he responded with a low laugh.
"Patience, my love," He began to undress, swiftly unbuttoning his suit jacket and dress shirt. Despite the smirk, the lust was evident in his eyes. You could even detect his yearning in his labored breathing. "You'll have what you desire soon."
But, impatient, you sat up. Your lips met his as you assisted him with disrobing. It wasn't long before the marksman was completely unclad. As you and Hanzo kissed, your positioning shifted to Hanzo sitting on the edge of the bed—and you on his lap.
His hands coasted over your backside, grasping your rear. He gently caressed your soft flesh, guiding you to his manhood, spreading you as your nether lips closed around the tip of his member.
You felt the silken head, hot and hard against your core. Slowly, your nether lips slid down his length as it spread you wider and wider. He let you slowly sink down onto him, delving into your warmth—drawing out a soft groan from your lips.
The feeling of being stretched out was slightly more painful than you imagined, so you set your hand on his leg behind you and hoisted yourself up. Your other hand you placed on his tattooed shoulder to keep yourself balanced.
"[Y/N]... are you alright?" Hanzo fought to suppress a groan as he sensed the head of his erection enveloped in your incredible warmth. He took notice of your discomfort, realizing your whole body was tensing beneath his hands while your entrance strained to accommodate his entry.
Despite your struggle to endure the pain, the desire to be finally one with Hanzo escalated beyond your wildest dreams. Still, it proved difficult to formulate words—much less utter them. So you nodded frantically, biting down on your lip because you weren't sure if your voice would betray you.
With finite self-restraint, Hanzo searched your face, and he understood it was your first time. "I'm hurting you," His voice was gentle. "Should we stop?"
"No!" You said a little bit more vehemently than you meant to. "No," You wrapped an arm around his neck, holding onto him with desperation. "I need you inside me. I just need a few moments to get used to your size..." Your cheeks were burning up as you confessed to him.
"Take all the time you need, my love," He said half earnestly as he held you closely to him. Hanzo, too, was struggling as he kept his arousal in check. But causing you undue pain was the least he wanted to do. Witnessing the suffering you bore on your countenance was heart-rending.
You held your breath as you put a little more weight on your hips, trying to force yourself down around his erection. When you felt him further within, your whole body trembled and your composure flew out the window.
Hanzo's eyes held concern for you; he stilled—fearing that generating any movement would escalate your pain. But as the time passed, you adapted to the sensation. You couldn't staunch the elation of finally being one with him.
But the hesitation in his form was a hindrance. So, applying more weight to your hips, you let yourself sit flush against him—you took your lover's length in its entirety, hilted deep inside your core, stretching you, bumping against your womb.
You groaned, the coiling and writhing of your womanhood involuntary. And hearing your lover's breaths come heavily only added to your excitement.
You brushed your lips against his as you kept your arms about his neck. "Don't hold back," You looked into his eyes as they widened with wonder. Following up, you circled your legs around his waist, your hands clasped against his back, and your mouth pressed to his ear as you begged him to take you.
He lost all reason. Tightly, the marksman clutched your hips, raising and lowering them in tempo with his hips' surging movements. He was high as he listened to your provocative moans and sharp gasps while you held on tightly to him. He entered you again, and again... and again, until sweat dripped from his skin and every nerve ending frizzled with ecstasy.
Hanzo didn't stop until he felt like he'd burst, and his ejaculation came in violent spurts. His seed poured into you in hot torrents as he ground his hips against yours, pinning you to his manhood while he let the pleasure consume him.
Your peak came as soon as you felt the swell of warmth in your core, and you were still experiencing the pleasure as Hanzo's body slumped against yours. Your breath fanned his ear as you committed your ecstasy to memory.
Feeling the cool air on his damp back, realization of how violently he'd taken you struck him. "I'm sorry... I meant to be gentler," The remorse in his voice was not hard to detect. He stood quickly, pulling himself out of you, then set you on your feet while his hands helped you keep your stance.
You blushed, lowering your gaze to your feet where his seed fell in droplets out of you. "I liked the way you took me."
Closely watching your flushed face, he forced back a grin and cleared his throat. Despite how you'd just surprised him with your lustful appetite, Hanzo was instantly hard again. There was no denying how much he wanted to pleasure you again. All night long, if he thought you could take it.
You looked up at him and tilted your head, "What's with the grin?"
He let out a low chuckle before pulling your body flush against his and kissing you. When he pulled away, he gazed into your eyes and flashed you a brilliant smile, "You amaze me. Continually. I'm the most fortunate man in the world because I have you by my side."
His smile dimmed when a trickle of fear ran down his spine as he thought about how differently tonight would have turned out had you sustained a serious injury. The Shimada clan-master looked at you, and you'd think he was staring straight into your very soul. "As long as I'm alive, I'll never leave you. You have no idea how precious you are to me."
You saw his solemn smile, and you understood how much he loved you. "Hanzo..."
He paused for a moment, looking quite pensive. Then, he pulled away from you to rummage through the pile of clothing he'd discarded earlier. His face betrayed no emotion when he returned to you and you shot him a confused look.
You'd never imagine it would happen like this, but Hanzo set down on his knees, buck-naked, and held to you an opened velvet box. The diamond stone glittered on the white-gold band it held. "I meant to ask later, but I can't stand to wait any longer. Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" You replied without hesitation, mirth crinkling your eyes. He took your hand and placed the ring on your fourth finger. Then, the marksman stood and embraced you, holding you closely. You shared a passionate kiss, allowing the boundless joy to overtake you. Sensing such happiness for the first time in your life, you realized how precious Hanzo Shimada was to you.
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A/N: Apologies for the long chapter. Hope you enjoyed this! It's been a crazy ride, you guys! And the next finale's Genji's, of course. Hopefully it won't take me longer than it did this one. ^^' Please vote if you enjoyed this! And as always, thank you so much for your support. Stay tuned for the Genji lemon!
Love, Mei