Overwatch Fantasies

Hanzo x Female Reader: Delicate - Part One

Part Twenty-Four: Hanzo x Female Reader - Delicate - Part One

Rating: EXPLICIT

This is PART ONE of TWO

Author's Note: Reader discretion is advised, as this story contains themes of sexual assault. This is the only reason why this story is classified as explicit, as there is no sex in this part of the story. Regarding content, a certain Shimada cannot take his eyes off of you, as you dance and are intimate with another. He is hurt you discarded him for another, despite his intentions not being genuine; will he save you from this monster or will he let you live with the consequences of the choice you made? 

________________________________________________________________________________

You giggled as you stumbled, a drink in your hand, as you danced to the raving music. You couldn't wipe the grin off your face, as you sipped at your cider, electricity running through your veins. You never were one to party but had been practically forced by your friends to attend the biggest gathering of the year.

You had a couple of drinks, as you let loose, trying to relax and have fun. You raked your fingers through your hair, as you began moving your hips to the rhythm. You had a cute little red dress on with matching heels. Your winged eyeliner catching the attention of many admirers, as you fluttered your eyelashes at them from afar. You were high on life, dancing, enjoying all this attention you were receiving.

You smiled, as a stranger pressed his lips against yours, dancing to the music. You embraced him, enjoying the meaningless and brief moment, but something was off. You felt your skin crawl, goosebumps erupting over your shoulders and neck, as you turned and caught his cold stare.

He was a handsome man, in a black and blue pinstripe suit, sleeves rolled up to reflect his casual and indifferent persona. You felt him watch you, frowning, as if he was disapproving of your choices. His hair was tied back, a black piece falling over his face. His beard was meticulous and neat around his face. You felt your eyes glance over part of his tattoo, the rest covered up by his sleeve. You peeled your eyes away from this man and began dancing again. You attempted to ignore his persistent stare and distract yourself, but it was making you uncomfortable. You felt judged.

The stranger you were dancing with noticed your discomfort, leading you over to the table, grabbing another drink out of the esky. You shook your head, knowing you had enough, but he insisted, pressing the bottle against your lips. You rolled your eyes, as you sipped at your drink, before the stranger pulled out a bag of white pills from his jeans.

Your eyes fluttered to where the man was watching you from the dance floor, but he had vanished. You shrugged, as you shook your head, not interested in using drugs, before finishing your drink and stumbling away to go to the bathroom.

You stumbled through, pushing through the crowd of people. You tripped on your heels and went flying into someone's arms. It was the man from before, who was unimpressed with your drunken state.

'S-Sorry' you slurred, feeling his muscular arms against your unblemished skin.

'You should be more careful' he growled, pulling you to your feet.

You opened your mouth, before feeling a nauseous sensation at the back of your throat. You pushed through him, attempting to find a toilet in time. You barged through the door, falling to your knees and hurling up the contents of your stomach.

You felt so unwell and knew you needed to stop. You wanted to leave, but your friends would murder you if you left this early in the night. You shook your head, looking yourself in the mirror and fixing the make up around your mouth.