You and pre-canon Hanzo in arranged marriage
18+ / MDNI
Tags: Hanzo x reader, Hanzo x you, AFAB reader, Arranged Marriage, POV Second Person, Established Relationship, Pre-canon, Body worship, Nipple play, Blowjob, Teasing, Moaning, Light Petting, Woman On Top, Edging, Dirty Talk, Creampie
Summary: you've been married to Hanzo for six months and although it wasn't easy, you two grew into loving each other over time. It's the first of the month, which means you two are going to attempt to conceive an heir.
A/N: English is not my first language so excuse me if the writing is not so good. I had this whole slowburn fic planned out in my head, but for now I just want to write out and share with y'all the best parts haha. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 2617
You’ve been married to the successor of the Shimada clan for six months. It wasn’t your choice, but after long months of gaining his trust, of proving your worth in his cruel system - it finally worked out.
You didn’t like Hanzo at first. He was cold and distant, treating you as just another duty. Truthfully he wasn’t meant to be anything more than that to you either. You were a daughter of a dying syndicate, forced to be married off after your father’s unexpected demise. All in a desperate attempt to secure your clan’s (and by extension - family’s) future.
It didn’t change in one moment. But many small interactions, where you slowly got to know your husband’s real character.
Although he was dismissive at first, Hanzo started noticing and valuing your opinion on matters of political influence. Heavy blade controlled by the sharpest mind, so they said. The perfect alliance.
Well it seemed perfect to your allies. You both played your parts really well.
The first night, however, could hardly be called consensual. Hanzo’s father and clan’s patriarch - Sojiro Shimada - wanted to see a grandson, and wanted it as soon as humanly possible. Looking back at it, you realize it wasn’t hard only for you. But you two still had sex, despite being less than familiar with each other at that moment.
It has been a long six months. But things changed in ways you couldn’t imagine.
“It’s the first of the month,” you heard Hanzo say as he walked into your bedroom. He slid the door closed with usual precision. You stood up from your sit at the vanity table and turned to him.
You used to hate this time of the month. Driven by nothing but soulless obligations, you two were forced to try for an heir every menstrual cycle. It’s not like you didn’t have all the technologies of the world at your disposal… With Hanzo’s father, it had to be done “as our ancestors did it”.
You stretched your arms to him, wrapped them around his neck. The tiniest hint of smile on his lips signaled that he was growing comfortable with you and affection.
“It has been five months since we did this to no result,” you said semi-seriously. “Perhaps a change of method would be beneficial?”
He hummed, putting his hands on your waist.
“Are you accusing me of insufficiency?” his voice dropped an octave as he leaned closer to your face. “Did I not prove myself to be a worthy provider?”
He was in fact more than adequate in bringing you both to the pleasurable finish. Ever since the first night, which was very surprising… but not unwelcomed.
“No,” you laughed lightly, unable to look away from his lips. “Simply proposing a different approach.”
You started to undress him, untangling the ribbons that held the kimono in place. After a moment of collective effort you revealed his strong shoulders and muscular torso, looking like sweet caramel in the dim candle light. He didn’t say anything yet, but his eyes were filled with curiosity and intrigue. You couldn’t resist his attractiveness any longer and kissed him on the lips. It was as if you didn’t need to consciously decide so, your hands already were feeling all over his body, travelling from his neck down to the wide of his shoulders and those strong arms.
He immediately reciprocated the kiss, hungrily pulling you closer. You felt the belt on your back untied with the precise movement of his fingers. It was time to act before he took full reign of this situation.
“Take off your clothes,” you said.
He stepped out of his shoes, unbuckling his belt, holding eye contact. Without any delay his pants dropped down, leaving him with only boxers on.
You could clearly see the outline of it. Already halfway hard. So tauntingly prominent through the black fabric. The weakness in your voice softened your command to lay down on your bed. He did so without any resistance. That was surprising even for you. Even after all the progress you’ve made throughout those months.
“What do you want me to do next?” Hanzo propped himself on one elbow, a devilish smirk growing on his face.
You smiled, setting yourself on top of him.
“Enjoy.”
You planted more kisses on his lips, his cheek, then down his jawline. You felt his breath hitching once you nibbled on his neck. Your hands were running up and down his torso. You moved lower to his pecs. Finally getting to lick one of his nipples. Slowly you enveloped it with your lips, sucking on it. You looked up, checking if he was okay with that. Something about the way you raised your brows made him instantly understand. He whispered:
“Yes.”
You continued kissing it, bringing your hand up to play with another nipple. His breath got heavier. But a breath wasn’t enough for you, so you switched the side you were kissing. You massaged his other pec, enjoying the fullness of his muscles. He seemed to like this, especially once you started to switch between grabbing the whole breast and playing with the sensitive nubs.
You felt his hips bucking up a little, his chest rapidly rising up and down under your touch. And the bulge rubbing on you through your robe… Oh, you two were turned on alright.
You moved further down his body, placing a kiss on every ab. His every shiver felt like a little victory. You licked down along his Adonis belt, until you got to the rim of his underwear.
He reached to pull his boxers off, but you stopped him:
“Let me take care of it.”
You placed a kiss on top of the fabric, right above the bulge. And then very slowly, to tease him a little, you pressed your lips to his hardened cock and dragged them along his length until you reached the tip. His dick throbbed through the fabric. And there was already a wet spot on his boxers. You looked up at Hanzo. His halflidded gaze focusing intensely on your actions. He licked his lips.
“Take it out already,” his voice rang with impatience.
So eager. That’s the Hanzo you wanted.
“Perhaps I am waiting for a certain special signal from you.”
He shot you a perplexed look.
“...Please?”
“Wrong.”
You grabbed his crotch and gave it a little squeeze, testing if that will do the trick. A sharp gasp escaped his mouth as his eyes widened in surprise.
“Gods,” he muttered under his breath.
“Wrong again,” it came out a little too mischievous, but you were getting into it. “Let me give you a hint.”
You started to stroke him through the fabric.
“Oh, damn it…” His breath became more erratic with every caress. Again he tried to reach down and set himself free, but you catched his wrist and lunged forward, bringing his arm to rest beside his flushed face.
Now that you were in level with his eyes and oh so close to his parted lips, you couldn’t even find a word to be cheeky. Led by the urge to feel his lips, you kissed him again. His lips felt heavenly, feeding into the pulsing heat that’s been rising in your core since the moment you heard his voice.
You lifted up from him. He followed you briefly, almost getting up himself. You pushed him back with your hand and moved your hips in a slow wave. Even through two layers of clothing, you felt the delicious drag of his cock so intensely, you swear, you could have come just like that.
His head fell backwards as he finally gave you what you wanted. A deep guttural groan filled the room and the hallway outside, probably. His pained expression mesmerized you for a second.
“That’s it,” you said encouragingly. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Seeing him like this was kind of a reward by itself. But you did not intend to stop there. A moment of shifting yourself and you were back by his crotch.
The boxers were even more damp from your wetness. Once you pulled them down, Hanzo’s cock sprang upright. Strangely enough, that was the first time you got to actually look at it up close. A bead of precum glistening at the tip. His thick veiny length pulsing with the same heat you had between your legs.
You didn’t want to waste any more time.
You wrapped your fingers around his cock and licked his head, tasting the subtle sweetness of precum on your tongue. Addicting. The velvety texture felt so nice on your lips, you played and sucked the tip, noticing every little noise that escaped Hanzo’s mouth. The sharp inhales, the shaky sighs of pleasure, the ever increasing pace of his panting.
You were greedy though. So you took in more and more. Played with it inside your mouth, stimulating the sensitive spot with your tongue until Hanzo started to involuntarily thrust up inside you.
“Oh, it’s so good…” he kept whispering. “So good…”
He put his hands on your head, guiding you to stay still, while his hips sped up. You felt your head filling up with lustful fog as well as his cock entering it deeper and deeper. The way he chased his pleasure inside your mouth tugged on your insides so intensely, you’d think you were about to come with him. But to your surprise he slowed down his movement, bringing it to a complete halt.
It took Hanzo some time to find the words, but eventually he cleared his throat and said:
“I have to save myself for when I am inside you.”
“Is that so,” you murmured in between your kisses and licks to his still hard, still very tempting cock.
“I am serious, I am…” he moaned as you licked under the head, right on his sensitive area,” ...very close right now.”
“Do not. Come.”
You removed your mouth and carefully stroked his cock. Wouldn’t want to ruin your own fantasy with him finishing this early.
Hanzo squeezed his eyes, trying to regain composure. Eventually his breath evened out.
You kept moving your hand up and down his length, closely watching for any signs of him losing control. How long could he last before he started begging for it?
Apparently, not long at all.
“You need to act before I grow impatient with your games,” he said with eyes half-open.
“And what if I do not? What will you do about it, my lord?”
You squeezed him harder to emphasize the last words. There was a brief moment of silence. He looked at you calculating something, then chuckled as if coming to some conclusion in his mind.
“It won’t take much effort to reposition myself so that I could bend you over.”
You noticed his hand caressing your thigh, fingers playfully taping on your skin. Shivers.
“Then I would trap your arms behind your back and take you. You won’t be able to escape. I suspect you would not want to either.”
That sentence echoed in your mind, as the vivid picture set your insides on fire. For a moment you debated if that was better than what you were set on doing with him tonight. But what he was describing has already been the way you did it all this time. Tonight you had your chance to change that.
You took off your robe and underwear. His gaze was so intense, as if he wanted to undress you with some hidden telekinetic powers. Then you positioned yourself on top of him, guiding his cock to your entrance.
He grabbed your thighs, licking his lips in excited anticipation. You sat down on his dick. And there it was. Him inside you, you’re on top of him. The sensation was unmatched and this time felt completely new, now that you were on top.
A slow and steady pace. Your hands on his chest. His moans filling the room and fogging up your head.
The lust in his eyes only encouraged you to go harder until both of you were a sweaty mess. Somehow he managed to last another solid five minutes before finally saying:
“I’m close. I’m going to…”
Just before he could finish his sentence you lifted yourself off from him, pressing down on his hands with all your weight so as to not let him do anything about it.
His confused gaze met your fiery eyes.
“What are you doing?” he tried to enter back, causing an amused reaction from you.
“There is no reason for us to end it so quickly if we can help it, do you not agree, husband?”
“You are so cruel”
You knew him well enough to understand he wasn’t actually scrutinizing your character. You laughed a little, then placed little kisses on his neck and chest.
“I have been fantasizing about this moment,” you whispered. “Me on top, watching you writhe in pleasure I’ve caused you.”
He paused, processing what you just admitted.
“Have you… been thinking about it often?”
“Every day. Some days the vision felt so real I needed to help myself.”
He looked at you with a surprise as if he wasn’t already aware that you were attracted to him. Was he not aware?
“You should have told me sooner of your fantasies,” he whispered slowly in your ear. “I could have fulfilled them all by now. Instead, I was stuck dreaming of the ways I could take you all these months.”
His words were intoxicating, satisfying something in you, something not physical but as intensely sensitive.
“We should see each other more than once a month then,” you said, guiding his cock into your entrance.
“Agreed,” he placed his hands on your hips and nodded ever so slightly.
Without any delay you sunk all the way to the base of his length, enjoying the way his cock filled you. Satisfying, second only to the way you were about to come. You rode him fast, only a finish line in mind’s sight. He started thrusting up into you, eventually taking all the work from you. His hands wrapped around your torso. You were trapped but it was the best kind of immobility, accompanied by the ever increasing pace of his dick slamming into you.
There was no doubt that you two were on the edge and ready. Hanzo’s choked up grunts filled your ears. Bliss.
He cried out as the impact of his final thrusts launched you into your own ecstatic release. Your walls squeezed on his cock, as it twitched and spurted cum inside you.
You two rode out the orgasmic wave, winding down from the intensity of your love making. A minute passed. You found yourself resting your head on his shoulder, one leg over his body. You took his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. He would fallen asleep had you not asked him:
“How long do you think until they will start having questions?”
He sighed.
“Fertility was always a problem in our family. As long as you take your medication we can continue pretending. I am just glad I won’t have to worry about another crying baby in our house.”
“The first baby being…?”
He smiled, rolling his eyes at you. Such a youthful expression for someone you felt had an old soul.
“Ah yes, your brother.”
His fingers combed through your hair, as he chuckled lowly.
“I can not believe I wasted so much time, thinking you do not want this.”
“I should have expressed my desire for you more clearly then,” you looked him in the eyes, letting him know you meant it.
He seemed to get the message.