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Hellfire

Here it is. The sinful Hanzo Hasashi smut. I love this piece, and I hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations! Next up is the Erron Black X reader smut fic. Followed by a Havik piece. I got a spicy request for him. Pairing; Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion) X F!Reader. Warnings; Smut, heavy NSFW below the cut, so 18+ Sex, oral, unprotected sex and mentions of cum. All below the cut! Word count; 8375. GIF does not belong to me!

Hanzo watched you train. He hated to lurk and hated even more so to pry. But he had an urge, one that he could not satiate by the mere thought of you. No. He had to see you… but he knew he couldn’t allow others to see him staring. It is why he watched you from the edge of the training room. As if he was merely gazing in to observe your form and stance, rather than take your details in. He felt conflicted, like he was being torn apart on the inside. The guilt he felt for wanting you, was not equally as matched with the desire of having you. Hellfire was burning inside of him. How he had prayed late into the night; that his feelings for you would be removed, cast out and taking with it the guilt he felt. But alas, it came to no avail, and the longing for you remained. You were not a member of the Shira Ryu, but you were a friend of Raiden’s and therefore, welcome at the temple whenever you arrived. You travelled a lot, and when you saw each other, you greeted one another like old friends. But now, Hanzo feared that he was jeopardising that balance, by the stirring in the pit of his stomach. Scorpion was reigning an old flame, one he was sure he had extinguished. Sexual desire had long been repressed by him. He had vowed to remain celibate after the death of his wife. Never wanting to be intimate with anyone again. Sex was sacred to him and he vowed to not violate the act… no matter how desperate he was. He had succeeded pretty well with this endeavour, until you had come a long. Awakening feelings that he had long thought dormant and dead. No amount of mediating could soothe his aching soul. But yet, he would still try to in vain…. He watched as you sparred with the dummy once more. You had taken his advice, working on your footing and stance, ensuring that you would not so easily be knocked off balance. His lips twitched, threatening to break into a solemn and brief smile. But he prohibited the action, instead opting to move on from his spying. He had a lot to meditate on today and a lot of repenting to do… Scorpion was trying to claw his way to the top, trying to fill his soul with lust laced thoughts. Thoughts about how you would moan, how his name would sound leaving your lips, not platonically but dripping with the tantalising sound of desire. How you would feel around him as he fucked you… he pushed the thoughts down, burying them as he often did. Closing his eyes and remembering his vow, how he had promised to never give into such urges, no matter how enticing they may be. Takeda had often encouraged his Grandmaster moving on, stating that he had a new chance at life, and that a vow of celibacy should not condemn his future. Whilst his pupil spoke some truth in the matter, it did not subside all of the guilt. Even though you were tempting and everything he could have ever hoped for… He knew he couldn’t, no matter how much the hell blazed fire burnt within him.

Hanzo relaxed in the hot-spring. The water washed over his aching bones, tired muscles and weary body. The day had been hard, long and tedious. Meditation had proved futile, since his thoughts still dwelled on you. Y/N, the way her hair shone, the way her muscles twitched when she trained… the ghost of a smile that dared to grace her lips in his presence. Yes, you had haunted his past, present and future whilst meditating. He had instead opted to work out his pent-up sexual frustration. Training hard and taking it out on a dummy, no one had dared to train or spa with him today. Fearing for their pride. It wasn’t that he was aggressive, it was just he was fuelled by emotion, meaning they stood no chance (Like they did anyway) against Hanzo. They’d leave with broken pride and bruised arses. His head lent back against the warm rocks, his eyes were closed, and he was listening to the sounds of the spring. The soft babble of the water, the sounds of the birds tweeting nearby and the gentle breeze blowing through the blossom trees. Threatening to send the pink buds cascading down into the pool below. Quaint. Peaceful. Serene. It was the Shira Ryu’s slice of heaven in his opinion. Whilst many visitors saw the Fire Gardens, they did not know about the hot spring located within it. Hidden from view and accessible to a select few outside of the clan. He would be damned if there was another incident of the ‘Pool Party’ When he had caught Takeda, Jacqui, Cassie and Kung Jin, relaxing in one of the Arktika Hot Spring. Sub Zero had been less than impressed when he had gone to try and unwind with Hanzo, trying to compare the Lin Kuei one to the Shira Ryu’s. Only to find the four of them, drunk as skunks, laughing and joking in it. He would not allow for that to happen here. Hanzo allowed himself to slip off into thought. He thought of nothing and everything, one minute his mind was as calm as a forest, the next it raged like the sea. He was so deep in thought he did not catch sight of you entering the area…

You glanced over to see Hanzo was enjoying some respite. He looked to be in peaceful bliss and you envied that. Your bones ached, and your body begged for you to enter the warm and enticing water. You were relieved to find him here. It had felt like he was avoiding you all day, you knew he watched you train, just like he did everyone else. But since this morning, he had been off and made himself sparse. Sparser than usual in fact. You watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed. Unaware you were there. His pectoral muscles twitched as the water lapped against them. He was well-toned and well-built. Years of training had perfected his body, as if it was sculpted by the finest sculptures from magnificent marble. “Do you mind if I join you?” You finally asked. You had stared long enough. Long enough that it seemed rude and disrespectful, even though his gaze lingered on you just as much. But you, were not a Grandmaster. His eyes shot open, you swore you saw a flash of milky white, rather than the usual calm and relaxing brown. Thinking it was the lanterns that lit the spring playing tricks, you merely pushed it to one side and focused in on him. He thought about it for a few moments, as much as his brain begged him to say no, he could not deny you your request. There was no harm in having you bathe with him. Nor did he want to make things overtly awkward with him ignoring you and avoiding being with you. His feelings should not get in the way of the bond you already had. You had been good to him and the Shira Ryu. “Of course. You know the location of the Spring; therefore, you are free to use it as you please.” He informed you, gesturing for you to sit opposite him. His head tilted back, his eyes once more closing slowly. Though they did not lid all the way until he spied you dropping your towel… He spied no bathing suite or any garment of the sorts, it was tradition to bathe nude, but it was not tradition to bathe with the opposite sex. He figured you had not prepared for him to be here, and let it slide. Knowing that once you were in the water, you would be will hidden and it would not seem rude to meet your gaze. The water soothed your aching body as you stepped into it. Hanzo had adverted his gaze, a small smile played upon your lips. Teasing the Grandmaster was not an activity you partook in often. Nobody seemed to gain such a reaction from Hanzo Hasashi, but you had seemingly done the impossible. Garnered a reaction from the stoic and sombre man. “How was your meditation today Grandmaster?” You asked him. You positioned yourself opposite him and waited for his reply. Hanzo met your gaze before nodding. “It was adequate. I have been distracted as of late…” He didn’t want to lie. Not to you. He had to admit that he was distracted. It amazed you still, that Hanzo Hasashi, the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu, could get distracted. You laugh slightly, before stifling and silencing the humour. Less you anger Hanzo. He was not known for having the best sense of humour. “What is funny?” He inquired. Brow furrowed. Not understanding what was so humorous in his statement. You smile softly at him. A soft smile, one that he had not seen in such a long time. A smile that made him feel calm. His brow relaxed slightly. “I just can’t imagine you being distracted at all Grandmaster.” You quickly said. Reassuring him, lulling him back into a tranquil state. “I assure you Y/N. I can and do get distracted, even the mightiest of warriors find distraction. Do not believe Sub Zero when he says you can avoid distraction.” It was true. Sub Zero taught that you could limit distractions well. Hanzo knew the truth all too well. Family, love, hunger anything could impact your concentration. But it was how you dealt with the distraction that mattered. Whether it be holding your loved ones tightly, eating or meditating, it was important to deal with it quickly. So why had he not dealt with his yet? Meditation had failed him. Massively. No amount made the image of you fade from his head. Sinful images that burned his core. Images that kept him awake at night, feeling sticky and hot all over. The familiar feeling and sensation of Scorpion clawing at him under his skin. Longing to break free and deal with the distraction as he saw fit… a thought that made Hanzo shudder. Conflict ripped through his body. He wanted to remain loyal to his ex-wife, but Scorpion had other ideas. Ideas that distracted Hanzo and threatened to make him lose control. He broke his train of thought and glanced at you through the steam. Night had set in. The gentle glow of the moonlight and candles, illuminated you perfectly, framing you in such a lovely light. He stilled his eyes, watching as your head tilted back enjoying the lapping of the water against your chest. His eyes widened slightly. He couldn’t… or could he? You were within his mind most of the day and haunted his dreams at night. He had woke up many a night, after dreaming of you in between his legs, sucking his cock and making him feel emotions that he had long forgot. He was unsure whether it was him or his Scorpion side wanting and wishing this. Projecting it from his subconscious and into the present. He glanced around. The grounds were deserted. It was night. Everyone would be asleep. Those on Guard duty knew better than to disturb him. He could take care of himself, he did not someone to guard him and watch his every move. He glanced back at you before shaking his head. He knew what had to be done. He stood up, the water pooling around his naked form quickly. It dripped from finely tuned muscle and scarred skin, back into the water; revealing a relaxing rythem as the water beat back against the pool. You knew better than to open your eyes. Hanzo was a private man, one that did not take too kindly to being ogled and stared at. No matter how tempting the prospect of seeing him, naked and bare before you. You knew better than to open your eyes. Without a word he left. Wrapped in a towel, making his way back to change and lie in wait for a more private situation. Even though the guards may not disturb you both, he knew better than to chance it. No, he needed somewhere with no prying eyes. He grabbed your medallion and walked quickly. He had a reason to visit you know. Whilst this was not an honest route, he knew this would avoid questions. He knew you’d invite him in for tea and to talk, and it would be considered rude to not accept that offer. This would silence any wagging tongues, less he had to do it himself.

* You rummaged through your draw. Urgently looking for your medallion. Fear, dread and panic coursing through your veins. Threatening to set your autonomic nervous system alight. You could not remember when you had the medallion last. All you knew, was that you would not sleep until you found it. “Damn it.” You hissed. Slamming the draw shut before racking your brain. Trying to retrace your footsteps. A knock at the door startled you. You were in no mood for visitors. Never mind how late it was, you were furious that you had lost your medallion. You slid the door open, face like thunder, ready to tear the knocker a new one. “Do you know what time it…” You paused upon seeing Hanzo staring down at you. His face stern looking. Unimpressed by the welcome. “It is twenty past ten. Would you like to know the date as well Y/N, perhaps?” He asked. You felt the tips of your ears go red. “I am sorry Grandmaster Hasashi… You haven’t seen…” Hanzo interrupted you, holding up the gold coin, “My medallion!” You squealed practically. You gripped the coin and pulled it in close to your chest. Smiling softly and cradling the coin, as if it was merely more than a metal object. Hanzo smiled quickly. It was admirable how much you respected and cherished your clan and family. A trait he himself had and held highly in others. “Where did you find it?” You asked curiously. Not taking your eyes off the innate coin. “You had dropped it just outside the sparring room.” He lied. He felt bad, a disgusting taste lingering in his mouth. He hated to lie to you, but he could not bear to tell you the truth. It was shameful to admit. You smiled softly, tucking the coin into your waistband. “How can I ever repay you Grandmaster?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. He waved his hands. “There is no need Y/N. You would have done the same if I had lost something… though, that is a very rare scenario.” You smiled before scoffing, turning to see your tea had brewed. “No. I insist, would you like some tea? I’ve just brewed a pot. Enough for two at a squeeze.” You informed him, stepping aside and gesturing for him to come join you. Hanzo peered into your room before looking back at you. “Only if you are sure Y/N. I would hate to intrude.” You scoffed once more. “I insist.” It did not take much more encouragement on your part. He stepped willingly into the room. Shutting the door behind him. Shielding you both from prying eyes. Eyes that were connected to tongues that wagged messages of malcontent. Gossip that would burn and scorn him. Was it gossip if it was true? He pushed the thought out of his mind and admired your room. He had never stepped foot into this room, why would he have? The once empty shell of a room had been decorated and now felt cosy and warm. Welcoming and comforting. It filled him with content, it felt homely and more isolated. As if it was not in the Shirai Ryu grounds. He felt as if he was stood in a small house, far away from his place. A warm feeling that calmed and soothed his wracked nerves. It was lit by candle and fire light alone. Pictures were dotted around the room, in ornate frames. Clothes were neatly stacked on one of the chairs. A kettle hung above the fire, boiling and chugging away. The bed was neatly made, decorated with various throw blankets, furs and pillows. Your sword lay propped against a wall. Close enough that it was within reaching distance, but not so much it implied you felt unsafe. “A warrior will always remain prepared.” You cited. Making Hanzo turn to you and nod, holding back a smile. “You remembered, even after all of these years.” He stated. You smile before nodding your head. “I would be a fool to not keep it close to me… even if I am in such close proximity of Earthrealm greatest warrior.” You stated. The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You did not mean for that to slip out. You admired Hanzo, many people did, but they did not say things like that to him. He either saw it as brownnosing or an attempt of flirtation. You hoped he thought it was the first rather than the latter. Even if the flirting was true, you knew it was far worse to admit. Hanzo raised a brow before sitting on the edge of your bed. He felt bold, he was sure that was Scorpion pushing his way through. “Are you intending to leave soon?” He asked. He glanced at your bag, it was packed and contained at least a few weeks’ worth of supplies. You sighed with relief. Only under your breath, so as to not let Hanzo twig on. “I’m unsure at the moment. I have a mission contracted, it would take me from the temple for a few months.” You admit. The contract was to have a good payoff, but it would mean leaving the Shirai Ryu for months, maybe even years, with the potential of you remaining in the service of the employer. “The life of a mercenary is one fraught with danger. I pray for your safe return.” He hummed softly. You tensed up before shaking your head. “The employer offered me a permanent home if it all went to plan.” You softly said. Hanzo felt reality hit him. Dragging him from this false reality he had created for himself. Your room no longer felt isolated, it no longer felt as cosy and warm. The fictional fantasy he had dispersed around him. “Would you take it?” He asked you. His voice was monotone, trying to hid the sadness that came with you potentially leaving. You two had a comfortable relationship. It was not overly close, but close enough that you two got each other. You would spend many a night talking and exchanging stories. “I’m not sure… I am in two minds. I like it here. I really do. I appreciate everything you and the Shirai Ryu have done for me.” You reassured him. You wanted to tell him, you wanted to tell him he was the reason you wanted to stay. But you knew that they were forbidden words, that you could never utter. Hanzo nodded grunting a little… maybe this was a blessing in disguise. If you were to leave then he would no longer be distracted. That was him thinking logically. Though he knew, if you left, the ability to rid himself of the feeling would not go. He would have to suffer with the inability to do anything about it. If ever there was an opportunity, this was one. “Sometimes the best decisions in life, are not the easiest paths. It is about making a choice and sticking to it.” He spoke so confidently and wisely. It made you smile, you wished you knew what you wanted. “What happens if the path is filled with fog and you cannot see the twists and turns?” You ask. It was true. Your vision was clouded. Clouded by lust, desire and an unachievable dream. Hanzo furrowed his brow before shaking his head. “Then you light a lanterns and take things slow. If you rush, you risk falling to your doom.” You nod before shaking your head. You had taken things slow here. Built up a strong relationship with the Grandmaster and developed feelings for him. Yet here you stood, unsure whether to move to a distant land and live an adventure. Or stay on the hopes of bedding and loving a man who was in a word, distant. Along with being emotionally scorned and spurned. It was hopeless and a decision you thought would have been easier. “What if you come to a fork in the road, one path looks like an easy and steady climb. Whilst the other is jagged, steep and long?” You asked. Hanzo paused before looking you dead in the eye. “Then you choose the more challenging route. Things that are often easy and slow, are often not the best. Snakes can lay underfoot and strike when you least expect. As for the challenging route, you can normally see everything as it is. It is best to challenge and push oneself, and admire the challenge once done. If often pays off more and fills you with a content feeling.” You nod along with his words. “So, it is best to choose the harder path?” You ask for clarification. Hanzo didn’t speak, he couldn’t. The room was filled with a tension, not the type he could feel before battle, no. It was a different type of tension. A sweet and enticing one. The way your voice and tone lowered, the way your eyes darted to him and met his gaze. It was more like mild foreplay, the two of you denying and yet, trying to get the over to understand one another’s feelings. A paradox if ever there was one. He merely nodded before straightening up. Watching as you stood and walked over, taking the kettle off boil and placing it on the table. You glance back at him, your fingers gripping the edge of the wood. Hanzo stood upon instinct, walking towards you softly. “You seem confused Y/N.” He whispered. He was not sure why he was doing this, his feet wanted to still but yet, they pressed on. Slowly he could feel himself losing control. “I am confused Grandmaster. My mind is telling me to go, to take this mission and live an easy life…” You paused watching as Hanzo closed the gap. “And what does your mind and heart tell you?” What was he saying and where was it coming from? Everything came naturally to him. Flooding back even after all these years. The guilt burned him on the inside. He should not be doing this… he should not be doing this. How could he move on? But apart of him burned and longed for you. He had buried parts of his past, maybe now it was time to bury other parts? “They scream out for me to stay. To stay here where I belong… to stay with you.” Your eyes locked with his once more. His breathing hitched, his eyes closed, and he tried to remain in control.

Hanzo tried to focus on his breathing but he couldn’t. He had never thought those words would leave your mouth. But yet, here they were. Tumbling out. Sounding like a song on an angels breath. “Do not tease and tempt me Y/N… Unless you wish to be burned by hellfire.” He warned. His eyes still closed. You felt bold. You weren’t sure if it was nerves coursing through you, confidence or adrenaline. But boldness was what you embodied in that moment. If you were to leave tomorrow, then you would leave a happy and content woman. You lent forward, capturing his lips briefly with yours. The kiss was quick, chaste and not well planned. But yet it filled your veins with excitement and satisfaction. Instantly landing as the best kiss of your life. Hanzo reacted slightly, his lips moving to meet yours, as if holding back from a desire to do more. You break away, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “I’d burn for all my sins, just to fuck you once…” You admit. Dirty talk was not your forte, but then again, was receiving it Hanzo’s? Probably not. Hanzo allowed his eyes to open. The soft brown eyes replaced by foggy white. He could not resist the temptation anymore. A few blinks restored the colour in his eyes. He would be damned if Scorpion ruined this moment. Pushing down the guilt the best he could. He pushed you back gently, your ass hitting the table, as he wrapped his arms around your neck. His lips crashed against yours and your arms struggled to find their footing on his body. The kiss was needy, hungry and sloppy. He tasted of cinder and reminded you of a bonfire. With all the fire and warmth mixed in. Your arms settled at pawing at his Uniform, trying to free him from his robes. He bit at your lip, causing you to moan, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. Everything felt new and old at the same time to him, another paradox he did not understand. He had done this before, numerous times, albeit it with the same person. So why did it feel new to him? He broke the kiss, breathless and panting. Your makeup, smudged, your hair, tousled. A smile playing on your lips. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked you, he needed to clarify once more. That you, indeed, wanted him. “Like you said, the hardest paths in life are often the most difficult… but have the best payoff.” You teased, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Your fingers toyed with the belt that held his robes together. Fingers delicately working to undo the knot. A hand stroked straying hair from your face as you parted the Uniform and exposed his chest. Well-defined, toned and scarred, years of fighting the hard fight and training had ensured this. The body of a warrior. Your fingers glided over his abs, taking in every little scar, before dipping down to his waistband. Your fingers danced lightly, teasing his lower abdomen. Your spare hand ran up to his head, toying with the bobble that held his hair in place. It was an honour and a privilege to see him with his hair down. One you hoped he’d allow you to indulge in.

His hair cascaded down, grazing just above his shoulders. His eyes, full blown with lust as he took you in. The firelight making shadows dance against your skin. Heavy breathing and the sounds of cicadas was all that could be heard. Your hands trailed down his abdomen once more, stopping at the waist band of his pants. Part of him wanted to grab your hand, to stop and clarify once more; another part wanted to speed things up. Scorpion was trying to re-surface and bring about a whole different side of Hanzo. One he wasn’t sure he could reel in. One he barely showed you. You slowly sink to your knees. You don’t need to be crude about what you are about to do. There is no need for an announcement nor dirty talk. You’re going to suck his cock, it is evidently clear he understands this notion. His body seizes up slightly, a small gulp rocks his Adams apple making it bob. Barely noticeable to the untrained eye, but you, you know all his quirks and movements. The floor feels hard against your knees, not so much that it is off putting but enough to give you a sensation. You meet his gaze from your new position. Eyes locked with his. A small look of shock and slight un-surety is gracing his face, marring his features and making him look less stern. Only slightly less stern you note. A hand shakily finds its way to your hair, stroking the soft locks gently before caressing your cheekbone. His eyes close, enjoying the tactile touch and the slowed down pace. Your hands make swift work undoing his belt, yanking down his pants and freeing his cock in a swift movement. Practised ease. His cock was on the larger size, pushing 6inch at least. It stood erect, beads of precum leaking from the tip already. You had to play this safely. The man had been touch starved for a while. Too much could ruin the fun far too soon. You slowly take his shaft in your hand, teasing the head, smearing the precum over the head. You hear him moan, biting his lip, trying to restrain the noises tumbling from his lips. You smirk before slowly working your hand down his shaft, twisting and turning your hand gently. Trying to coax him into continuing his noises. He let out a small moan as you worked your way down to the shaft, not as loud and as sinful as the first. But enough to get you going. You could feel yourself becoming more aroused. Seeing him in this state was enough. You replace your hand softly with your tongue, licking a stripe up the shaft of his cock. This was enough to draw out a longer and louder moan. He was loud for a ninja you noted. Hanzo dug his free hand into his palm, his nails threatening to break the skin. With the hand imbedded in your hair, he slowly stroked the locks. In a feeble attempt to coax you to continue. It had been a long time since he had been intimate with anyone. Ones hand could only bring so much pleasure. When your mouth took the head of his swollen cock in, his legs tensed, muscles contracting in an attempt to keep him upright. He felt his abdomen muscles constrict, causing his muscles to strain. His eyes snapped shut, his hips bucking forward instinct taking over. All in an attempt for you to take him deeper. He could feel the fire burning from his core. He needed you, wanted you and that was all he could think of in this moment. Hellfire coursing through his body, mind and soul. Threatening to let Scorpion surface and burn everything. You were blissfully unaware of the fight he was experiencing. Enjoying the feel of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Your tongue swirling and teasing the head. Feeling his skin and tasting the bitter saltiness of pre-cum. Your eyes closed as you built up a rhythm; of bobbing your head in time with your hand. Your grip tightened on his shaft slightly, as the force of the suck increased, taking him in further and further. You had to take it easy at first, his cock could potentially make you gag, something you did not wish to do. Instead, you opted to keep teasing, allowing your mouth time to adjust… but too much teasing would make him cum far too early. Before any of the real fun began really. A well-balanced mix was what you needed and wanted. More so, what he needed and wanted as well. You took him fully in, swirling your tongue down to the base, before quickly surfacing again. Your throat gagged slightly as his hips bucked forward, but you pressed on regardless. The payoff was exactly what you had hoped for. Hanzo lost control, moaning far too loud for his liking, hands increasing their grip on your hair. Gods be damned, this felt heavenly. You smirked against him, before continuing your assault. Hanzo knew he was being too loud, loud enough to alert anyone who was nearby to what was happening. He had to act, quickly biting down on his knuckles. Trying to stifle his noises and remain as silent as possible. If ever there was evidence for him not being a ninja, then this was it. Evidence that only he could ever know. You parted your legs, trying to get you closer to the ground, easing your aching and probably bruised knees. His grip tightening had sent electricity coursing through your veins. Adrenaline coursed through your body. Awakening a side of you, you didn’t even know you had. You always knew you preferred it slightly rougher. Maybe that was what drew you to Hanzo? You could feel his hips bucking up into your mouth, as if testing the waters on how much you could take. You carried on maintaining your rhythm, meeting his thrusts and timing them perfectly. Your eyes glanced up at the muffled sounds; he had bit down on his knuckles trying to calm his noises. That was an achievement if ever there was one. An achievement, only you two could ever know about. Continuing to swirl your tongue up and down, you were blissfully unaware of his approaching orgasm. His eyes shot open, he could feel himself drawing to an end, and end he partially wanted to chase after. But he knew this was not going to satiate either of you. His hand released from your hair, he released his bruised and battered knuckles from their prison. You quickly came off his cock with a pop, confused by this change in pace. He rushed you to your feet, capturing your lips to his, with a fierce and urgent pace. He wasn’t acting meek or shy, well not as much as you had thought. His tongue met yours, dancing a fire blaze filed dance, as he explored every crook of your mouth. His hands rushed to remove your uniform, pulling at the various knots and ties in it. Undoing them with expert precision. Muscle memory had activated, everything once more felt natural and almost normal… if only Scorpion would simmer down and stop his incessant attempts to surface and take over. You break the kiss to help free yourself of layers, scattering them to the side, not caring for the wrinkles and creases. You can deal with them another time. Everything felt rushed and as if it should be sloppy, but his hands roaming over your bra clad breasts spoke otherwise. Teasing and heated touches that voiced practise and expertise had you moaning. Putty in his hands. Each touch, stroke and breath against your skin, felt like fire coursing through your veins. You went to assist in removing your bra, freeing your chest and exposing it to the chill of the room. Since Hanzo had arrived, the room had heated and warmed a significantly. Not enough to prevent your nipples from pebbling however. Reacting to the slight chill of the air. Hanzo runs his hands up and down your body, massaging your hip bones, stroking and teasing above your pubic bone. Fingers dancing but not fully dipping under the waistband. Making you mewl and throw yourself forward. Begging him for more. “Please don’t tease Hasashi… I didn’t tease you…” You quipped. Hanzo smirked, leaning in and kissing up your neck. Stopping below your ear, nibbling at the lobe, before ghosting his breath over your skin. “You have teased me for far too long. Every spar match, every small touch, every sinful look you have given me.” He cooed, his hands gripping your hips slightly, which caused a startled moan to leave your lips. He backed you up to the table, helping you to sit upon the wooden surface, before attempting to rid yourself and himself of the remainders of your clothing.

With your pants and his freed. You both were bare before each other. You admired his form. Well and finely tuned muscle, littered with memoirs of his past and battles galore. He stood, cock in hand, stroking and admiring your form. Taking in every blemish, freckle and curve, finding it hard to repress a part of him rising. “You are divine…” He softly cooed, before closing the gap, nudging his way in between your spread legs. Your legs wrapped around his waist instantly, his bare cock brushing your entrance, teasing you with what was to come. He captured your lips once more, before trailing a hand down your stomach, finally dipping down to your aching cunt. You had waited patiently for some attention and he was going to deliver that. His finger swirled your entrance, teasing and trying to elicit some lubricant. Before plunging one digit in, stilling, before moving at a soft and slow pace. You gasped and moaned into the kiss, bucking and rocking your hips against his upturned palm. Wanting and desiring more. This was just an appetiser, and you wanted the full course. You had waited many a moon for this. And you were so close. You broke the kiss, leaning forward and moaning into his shoulder. You had a better volume inhibition in comparison to Hanzo, but even then, it was still too loud. You had to be quiet, less you wake your slumbering neighbours through the stone wall, that may as well have been made of paper. This spurred Hanzo on, slipping another digit in and continuing his rhythm as if nothing had changed. His thumb started to circle your clit. He had to make you cum before he fucked you. He wouldn’t last long, there was no shame in him admitting that to himself. But if he caught you before you came down, he could time it right that you’d get a second orgasm; which would in turn pull him to his own conclusion. Part of him battled for him to fuck you on the bed, to take you like a lady, the way he thought you’d like…. Another part wanted him to fuck your cunt hard on the table. He looked down to see you moaning wanton lust, legs spread for him, begging and mewling in his ear for more. Uttering his last name and his title, as if begging for him to fuck you right here and now. “Table or bed?” He asked quickly. You looked up as he stilled his fingers, still knuckle deep in you but asking questions. In a heartbeat you replied, you knew what you wanted. If you were to fuck Hanzo Hasashi once, then it would be a fuck to remember. “Table, please… Grandmaster.” You begged. The very mention of his title made his cock twitch. He carried on his assault, fucking his fingers deep into your cunt. Rubbing your clit in perfect ellipses, in the hopes of speeding up your orgasm. His cock was starting to leak pre-cum, he needed to be in you soon. Over-stimulated beyond belief. He could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers, your moaning and rocking had increased dramatically. You threw yourself back, arching your back to the heavens, fingers in your mouth to silence your impending orgasm. Your eyes closed, and your body burned. You bit back a moan as it hit you, causing you to buck and writhe in the pale firelight. Basking as you did so. Hanzo watched on. The display made his cock twitch. When you came down from your high, a twitching and panting mess, you smiled lazily at him. Parting your legs wider as he slid his fingers from you…

Positioning and lining his cock up with your entrance, he slowly slid in. Watching as your eyes closed slowly, your mouth parting into a wide O, as your cunt started to swallow his cock. The sensation was like something he’d only dreamed of. It felt better than his hand, far better than he could have ever hoped for. He threw his head back, eyes closed and hands gripping your hips tight as he hilted himself within you. Your cunt felt hot and warm to him. His breath was jagged, a moan threatening to tumble from his pursed lips. Your hands caressed his arms, bringing him back into the now and reality. His eyes locked with yours, he gently moved some stray hair from your face. His head tilted forward, resting against your collar as he started to thrust into you. Each stroke was slow and long, your mouth parted once more. You wanted to caress him with your words. Worship him and make him feel wanted. But the feel of his cock caressing your core, was proving far too much, preventing your words from spilling out. You could hear him mumbling words in Japanese, husky sounding and dripping with emotion. Your mind could not figure out what he was saying, but it did not matter overly to you. You could feel and hear the tone of his voice, coupled with the needy grasps and touches Hanzo was giving you. Always focused around your hip areas, dipping down to rub your hip bones and caress your stomach. His thrusts picked up slowly, picking up in pace and roughness. He raised himself up, once more looking in your eyes. His eyes were blown wide as he took you all in. Your hands clinging to his shoulder, one leg wrapped around his hip, your breasts bouncing as he fucked you. One hand was holding onto your shoulder, the other was caressing your hip bones. You looked divine in this moment. Illuminated by nothing more than mere candlelight and firelight. The shadows dancing creeping from your silhouettes; they crashed and bounced together in time, a perfect harmony. Hanzo picked up his speed once more, becoming more comfortable and assured with his rhythm. Your moans, facial expressions and needy grabs at his shoulder were solace enough in that. He had feared his rhythm would be out of synch, it had been a long time, too long… the feeling of your cunt gripping at him and pulling him closer, made him regret not giving into temptation and his urges sooner. It felt natural. The sound of your skin meeting, the creaking and rocking of the table; the feel of your skin on his and the feel of the heat exchanging between you both. It was bliss. “Please Hanzo… Please…” You begged, hoping to coax him into giving your clit some attention once more. You wanted to cum badly. Hanzo snapped out of his thoughts, his rhythm became slightly sloppier and out of synch for a moment. His eyes locked with yours, brown eyes blown wide, dripping with lust. His mouth was open, he was trying to find his words, but he had nothing to say. He glanced down to see one of your hands wandering down to your own clit. He gripped your wrist, leaving your hip bones reluctantly. He had to admit, he had a soft spot for your hip and waist area. There was something about how your body moulded to fit his hands perfectly, that drove him wild and insatiable with lust and desire. He stilled himself in you, hilting himself fully within your warm cunt. He shook his head, planting a kiss to your fingertips playfully. “What do you want me to do Sakura?” He asked you. His tone low, barely a whisper. He was teasing you. Maybe finally extracting revenge on you being a tease. You bite your lip before bucking your hips up. “I want you to make me cum… Grandmaster.” You whisper to him. He let out a moan. Never before had his title been used in this way. Said in such a whispered and hushed tone. Laced with lust, passion and desire. You wanted him. And he wanted you. He let go of your wrist, placing your hand over his heat, splaying your fingers out against his skin. You could feel the drum of his heartbeat racing against your fingers. It beat a furious dance below your digits. His hand met your clit, rubbing it in soft and gentle circles, whilst he continued to regain his rhythm. The speed of him playing with your clit increased, pushing you towards your impending orgasm. He could feel your cunt starting to tighten around him. He could feel his ball starting to clench and restrict. He was going to cum soon… but he was more concerned with you cumming first rather than himself. He timed his thrusts with the circling motion. Your eyes were struggling to stay open just as you were struggling to hold on. You could feel the quickening of his heart under your fingers. Everything was in time, a perfect harmony, beating as one. “Oh my god Hanzo…” You whispered, through batted breaths. Hanzo looked into your eyes, he wanted to throw his head into your neck crook. But he wanted to stare into your eyes when he came. He loved eye contact, prolonged or stolen glances it didn’t matter to him. Eyes were the windows to the soul, or so they said, and he took that very seriously. “Can you feel the rhythm of my heart?” He asked you, his voice shaking as his orgasm grew closer and closer. You could barely speak, words were escaping you. You nodded, pressing your fingers closer to his chest. “It beats like this every time you are around… it burns me like hellfire for all my sins.” He admitted, his voice becoming a cracking wreck. You nod before leaning more into his touch. “We can burn together then… because I love living in this sin with you…” You admit. “Hanzo I’m so close… I’m so close…” Your voice was becoming hasty, your breath becoming nothing more than a pant. Your tone becoming more needy and higher pitched. Hanzo focused his attention on rubbing your clit and pushing you over the edge. He would not last much longer, he had surprised himself by lasting this long. With a few more rough circles, the elastic band that was held tight in your abdomen snapped. Your body convulsed, hips bucking and rocking into him, pants become loud moans. The table creaked under the force of the orgasm that rocked you. You wanted to bit your lip to still your wanton moaning. Hanzo did not care, he was to engrossed in the moment. Watching your body bounce and buck up against his; your eyes closed and face a picture of pure bliss. He carried on thrusting, riding you through your orgasm, allowing him to venture forth to capture his own. His thrusts became sloppier, his breathing ragged and his rhythm was off. Even after coming down from your own peak, you carried on moaning and complimenting him. Your body and cunt was sensitive, but by the gods did it feel good. You caressed his shoulders and his heart, you could feel the beat pounding furiously against his skin. His speed increased, and you knew the end was nigh. You looked into his eyes, expressing what emotion you could through them. Reassuring him that it was okay, this was heaven to you and everything you could have ever wanted. His eyes widened, as if tears brimming in them. Not of sadness but of bliss, sweat beginning to appear on his brow and coat his body in a sheen. “Cum in me Grandmaster…” You whispered. That finished him off. Those sweet, bliss laden words were enough to do that. His head went forward as he came, resting in the crook of your neck. He shot hot spurts of cum into your cunt. Coating it. With each thrust more and more was spilt into you.

Until at last, you both lay against each other, spent and basking in the glorious aftermath. Your breathing was both ragged but still in time. His heart beat furiously against your own, perfectly in time as you both came down from your orgasms. You knew after the passion and lust faded, Hanzo would feel conflicted once more… but you hoped it was worth the brief lapse in guilt. His chuckle startled you, making you look down and caress his locks that stuck to his back. He lent back, capturing your hands and caressing the knuckles. “Are you still planning on taking that job?” He asked you. You laugh a little, shaking your head and smiling. “If you’re about to offer me the job of Concubine to the Grandmaster, I swear I will leave right now…” You joke, you ensure your tone is light-hearted as to not upset him greatly. After sex he seemed vulnerable and open, you did not wish to ruin this perfect moment. He smiled softly before shaking his head. Kissing the back of your hand and holding you close to him. “Member of the Shira Ryu.” He counteroffered. You had strength in you, a fire that burned along with his. It did not try to surpass his nor did it challenge its authority, it worked in time with his and worked to keep his burning bright. You were taken aback by the offer. He had offered you a full membership to his clan, whilst balls deep within you still… if that wasn’t a power move than you didn’t know what was. “And what of this?” You ask him, hope brimming in your tone. You wanted more of Hanzo. He was addicting. Raw, emotional with a hint of roughness. His brow raised, the tips of his ears growing red slightly. “I call this a one on one training session. I see no reason for it happening again. You burn bright firefly. I would like to explore this more. If you are willing.” He proposed. He hitched his breath, awaiting your answer. He was bearing his soul to you, something he had not done in a while. He hoped you did not throw it back in his face. He prayed this was not a one-time fuck. He could not get enough of your cunt. He ached for so long and he hurt, but you were a recluse and provided solace. A beacon of light in a storm almost. Your smile widened. “I’ll happily explore hellfire and risk getting burned for my sins.” You admit. This brought a genuine chuckle from the Grandmaster. “Then we have much to explore…” He captured your lips briefly, his hands massaging your back and ass gently. You were in for one hell of a long night.

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