Overwatch Oneshots

Hanzo x Female Reader: Red Handed

Hey it's me again. Lazier and mediocre as ever. Here's some of my below average writing for all of you wonderful people. It's kind of freaky now that I look at it. Hopefully you don't mind lmao.
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You and Hanzo had been dating for a couple of months now. He was a sweet man, really. Due to your college and lack of family in the area you had nowhere to go. It took a toll on your finances and your happiness of course. But like fate you met him in a little cafe to get a cup of tea to treat yourself and hopefully forget about the suitcase of problems that dragged around with you. But then he walked in. It was like magic the way he caught your eye and made you stare. You tried so so hard to look away but for whatever reason it was like your sight was glued onto him. Noticing your little stare down he looked to you and being a good person, he smiled. Your eyes widened in desire and your heart raced with emotion. You hadn't been paying attention to your love life lately due to more important things that you hadn't realized how incredibly lonely and affection starved you were.

After a good moment of awkwardly staring at him, he finally walked over to you and it all started right then and there. His deep and butter like voice made you swoon and damn, you had to have him to yourself. You got your wish in the long run and after you exchanged numbers with him and consistently talked.

Eventually you started to like him more and more and you two made it official. It still surprises you how a work of art like him likes you, a stressed out and messy individual.

But fast forward to now your hormones were out of the roof. Hanzo never touched you inappropriately which was very gentlemen like of him. You respected that but the fact that he had a body like that didn't help your desires. Every night cuddled up against his smooth and muscle riddled skin took a toll on your lower regions. You never bothered to tell him in fear that his reaction might not be up to par with what you want him to say. So you left it to your imagination.

Today you decided you would take matters into your own hands. You waited impatiently for Hanzo to go out to work and complete errands. The past few days you were able to sneak pictures of him. Which seemed creepy and well, just flat out wrong. He was your boyfriend. But it was for your sanity.

Then he finally left. Finally. You went to your bedroom and laid down. Stripping the articles of your clothes off you pulled out those pictures and upon seeing them your womanhood immediately began to stir in want. You reached down to feel your soaked and tender folds, desperately begging for relief that nor you or Hanzo had given it in forever. You began to rub it as you stared at Hanzo's picture. His cut body and sharp face making your hand move faster unconsciously. Then you realized your fingers were actually inside, kneading the insides of your pussy. Your eyes shut forcefully as you pictured him pleasuring you as you felt your first orgasm. A moan involuntarily escaped your mouth as you kept going.

When you were finished you realized there was just a puddle of your juices on the bedsheet so you hurriedly pulled them off and put them in the washer. Hanzo didn't come home for another hour and you just sat around and watched tv as if nothing happened.

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You started to come back to this routine of pleasuring yourself whenever Hanzo left. It was how you didn't accidentally make a move on him while he was present. It felt so good to be able to relieve all of this want and desire yourself.

But, while you were pleasuring yourself, you moaned his name. "Oh god, Hanzo," you cried. Then he walked in, "(Y/N) I'm ba-, what are you doing?" You stared at him, red handed. He wasn't supposed to be back for another hour. You got cocky. You blushed intensely as he stared at you with a knowing smirk. It almost seemed like he had you right where he wanted you. But eventually he approached your naked figure and snatched the device out of your hand. You didn't even put up a fight because you were just so shocked. "I thought you were going to be gone for longer," you helplessly stated. His eyebrow lifted in amusement as he scrolled through the various pictures of himself. Then he looked at what you were doing. "Oh (Y/N) is this how you relieve yourself? You could've just told me considering I felt the same way," he said his voice thick with seduction and lust. Didn't even answer your half question. He sighed and took off his suit as you watched in shock. You were still confused. But then it all made sense when he went to the edge of the bed, moved your hand, and replaced it with his. His large, loving, and calloused hands touching you there immediately made you cum with ferocity. Feeling him touch you there was a wild fantasy you never thought would've came true. Instinctively your legs closed and your eyes closed then tightened. He began to move his fingers around in you and it made you dive into insanity. "(Y/N)," he started. You could only hum in response. "I knew you've been doing this for quite awhile now. You're not very subtle about it. You don't think I notice how much tissues been going missing? Or how much less sexual tension is in the air?" You couldn't answer properly when his damn muscular fingers were painfully inflicting pleasure on you. God, it felt so fucking good.

After a few moments he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, slurping your juices off. He turned to look you in the eyes and you blushed. Once again after a brief moment he got on the bed and began crawling towards you in a dangerous fashion. Like a wolf stalking its prey. He was then eye to eye with you and he flicked his vision to your lips and before you knew it, he was kissing you. His tongue slid across your mouth and he probed it in, invading and wrestling your tongue. It made you moan against him. Then his hands reached down and grabbed your breasts, squeezing and kneading then which shot pleasure through your body which all funneled into your core. Every single squeeze made you twice as more wet which made you exponentially horny. Your hands, however, were feeling his torso. His godlike body just felt so good under your fingertips. You caressed his abs, pectorals, and even his shoulders. Everything on him was just muscle and it just the faint thought of it in your pleasure hazed mind made you even hornier. He finally stopped claiming your mouth and you both began to gasp for air, absolutely out of breath due to your hot make out session.

Too focused you attempted to reach down and rub your clit but Hanzos hands clamped both your wrists and held them down on the bed. You whimpered because the feeling of not being able to release all of that pleasure was getting unbearable. Too much. He growled lowly, almost primal to a point. Then he dipped down and locked his expert mouth around your left nipple which made you jump. His tongue and teeth massaged it and your hands balled into fists and your toes curled. Your eyes scrunched and you squealed as he moved onto the other one. Too much, was all you thought as he finally moved away and went even lower. Oh no. "I want to see what you taste like. God damn (Y/N) you know how hard it's been when I want to pleasure you? But then I found out you were doing it yourself? You know how it makes me feel?" Before you could come up with a poor excuse his mouth locked unto your folds and you screamed. His tongue just ever so gently grazing your sore clit made you shriek in pleasure as you violently came again. But he didn't stop as he kept going through your orgasm which made your legs tighten around him and you grabbed his head, digging your fingers into his jet black hair. It was so painfully amazing. You whined and cried out as he pulled away, leaving you shaking. Never have you felt such a sensation.

He left and walked to the bathroom, walking back with a towel. He wiped you down of your mess and sweat then he did it for himself. Throwing the towel to the side he laid down next you and pulled you close. "I'm sorry (Y/N), I was a little rough on you now that I think about it. Just made me feel sexually frustrated that you were pleasuring yourself behind my back when you could've brought it up." You didn't have much to say because you couldn't think straight and you were out of breath. But, there was one thing. "I fantasized rougher. Don't worry."