⠀✦ cw : sub!Wanderer x gn!Reader | Post-irminsul Wanderer + calling him Kunikuzushi, bondage/shibari, body worshipping, praise, blowjob (giving), fingering (giving), dick/strap penetration, coming untouched, a bit of aftercare in the end – 2.1k words
⠀✦ additional notes : Better late than never, right? Wanderer breathes and blush here.. for the sake of smut.
Today was anything but forgettable, much to Wanderer’s frustration. He had hoped the day would pass quietly, with everyone treating it like just another ordinary moment. After all, wasn’t that the truth? There was nothing significant about his birth—so why was everyone so insistent on making a big deal out of it? Yet now, the more they celebrated, the harder it became for him to ignore.
As much as he just wanted everything to get over with, he couldn’t argue about Nahida’s insistence on “celebrating the mundane.” Of course, his preferences still matter as he is the ‘star of the show’. Cake? No thanks. A small gathering? Too exhausting. Anything remotely festive? Not happening. So you came to the rescue, steering him to another room where you left your special present for him.
Nothing good ever comes out of your plans—that’s what Wanderer likes to think when you’re in his radar, still he chooses to follow you every time. Soon enough, he finds his own body adorned with crimson ropes, one he saw frequently back in Inazuma.
The ropes formed a criss cross pattern along his figure, accentuating the elegant lines of his slender frame. Each knot was meticulously placed, snug but never harsh, binding him in a way that felt both secure and intimate.
“You wear it well,” you murmured, your hand grazing along his torso, trailing goosebumps in its wake. You feel his back arch in the slightest, chasing the brief contact on your palm that stopped on his stomach.
You leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead that moves down to his cheeks. Then, your lips reached his neck, his head tilting instinctively to give you more access, letting you savor the moment before moving along to his chest.
Breathing was unnecessary but despite it all, his chest heaved as he responded to every movement you made.
“Already so reactive,” you teased, nipping lightly on his neck. The heat of your breath sent a ripple through him, his muscles tensing beneath your hand as he squirmed slightly in his bindings.
“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice quiet and his usual sharpness dulled by the intensity of the moment.
You chuckled at his soft retort. Now moving down to his chest, you peppered kisses in between the spaces of the red ropes. It stopped the puppet from moving too much yet you can feel him squirming with every press of your lips on his skin.
Wanderer groaned, “Get to it already.” His violet eyes glared at you, but there was no mistaking the way his body leaned toward your touch, betraying the defiance in his words.
“Patience, Kuni,” you murmured while leaning in close, your lips brushing against his ear. “You’re the one who said you didn’t want anything for your birthday. Now you’re acting like you’ve been waiting for this all along.”
“Ugh, just– please..” Wanderer whispered, his voice soft, almost inaudible, as his pride gave way to the need coursing through him. If it weren’t for his wrists tied up above his head, he would’ve pulled you down to take what he wants.
“No need to beg, sweetheart,” you said softly while lowering further until you’re met with his thighs. Gently, you lifted both limbs, resting them securely on your shoulder. “We’ll get to it soon enough.”
Wanderer’s breath hitched, his violet eyes wide and unfocused as you leaned in, pressing soft kisses along the length of his legs. Your lips moved slowly, deliberately savoring every inch of his skin. First, the curve of his knee, then the softness of his inner thigh—each kiss drawing quiet whimpers from him that he tried, and failed, to suppress.
Your teeth sank gently into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, leaving behind faint crescent-shaped marks on his pale skin. The contact drew a sharp gasp from Wanderer, his cock twitching involuntarily in response to the mix of pain and pleasure.
“Stop teasing..!” he mumbled, though it came out breathy and strained, betraying how much he was already unraveling.
You chuckled softly, dragging your tongue over the marks you had left, savoring the way his thighs trembled beneath your touch. “I can’t help it. You’re so responsive, Kuni,” you said, your tone dripping with adoration. “It’s addicting.”
You turned your head, your breath brushing the sensitive underside of his cock, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Wanderer. One of your hands released its grip on his thigh, your palm now wrapping around his shaft.
“Mnn.. hAH–!” The broken sounds tumbled from Kunikuzushi's lips, his violet eyes flew wide, darting downward in disbelief, only to witness you taking his member in your mouth without warning.
“Fuck.. at leastmmph–give a warninghh..” His words melted into a strained moan as his head fell back against the pillow, his hands balling to a fist, unable to grip on anything thanks to the ropes.
You pulled his cock out with a wet pop, “Where’s the fun in that? Your surprised face is so irresistible, I couldn’t help myself.” You emphasized by licking a strip along his shaft, your tongue swirling on the tip.
“Unghh.. [name]..” He whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily closer to your mouth. You can taste the precum seeping out of the slit, a flavorless fluid for a puppet yet tastes something uniquely him. Your fingers gathered the remaining lubricant, using it to slick up his hole.
Slowly, you pushed two fingers past the rim, his inner walls hugging your digits. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” you coaxed. The words seemed to melt into him, making his entire body shudder in response, the tension in his muscles slowly giving way.
You let go of his other leg, bending back up to watch his face contort to pleasure with every pump of your fingers in his slicked hole. His eyes would flutter close, mouth hung open to let out the faintest grunts and moans.
“Don’t hold back, I wanna see you enjoy every moment,” you leaned closer to him, capturing his lips for an intimate dance. Wanderer has been waiting for this—almost restlessly as you feel his tongue swirl around yours in undeniable need.
Your fingers scissored his inner walls, curling them just the way he likes it. As you feel him relax with every thrust, your own arousal spiked up. Finally pulling out, Wanderer whined to the kiss, his ass trying to capture your fingers back.
He breaks the kiss, his violet eyes glaring right at you, “You’re teasing me again.” You can almost see him pout, but no need to point it out, it might make him feel worse. So instead, you chuckled and pulled back, observing his body for a moment.
The once steady and defiant puppet is now reduced to a needy, breathless wreck; his restrained form showing another vulnerable side of him, one that’s more intimate yet tempting.
“Alright, no more teasing..” You hummed, brushing the strands of hair that’s sticking to his forehead. “Since you’ve been a good boy, it’s only fair I give what you’ve been waiting for, no?”
A spark ignited in Wanderer’s eyes, he watched you lift and fold his legs to his stomach. His position didn’t allow him to see what you were doing but he could feel something nudging his entrance, his inner walls instinctively making way.
“Ahhnn..” His eyes closed as his head tipped back to the pillows. As you bottomed out, his hips slowly grinded against yours, just barely as the ropes helld him back.
“You feel so good, Kuni,” you praised, keeping a steady rhythm with your thrusts. Your cock slides to and fro with ease; wet, obscene sounds already coming out from his behind.
The puppet’s eyes flickered to yours, holding the eye contact as the intimacy in the atmosphere grew. With every breathless cry from him, you feel his body tense and release under your hands, and the once rhythmic and deliberate movements turn into something more desperate.
Wanderer’s mouth hung open, moans escaping him without a fight. “Morenn.. don’t stop.. hah–” his moans increased along with the intensity of your movements. What the birthday boy wants is what he gets.
You held on to his hips, his legs dangling on either side of your body as you pounded him to oblivion. The head of your cock hits his prostate dead-on, making his eyes roll back.
“OHFfuckkk.. YES!♡ Jjust like ffhhattt..♡” His tongue lolled out of his mouth, words slurring almost incoherently. The sight of him in such a helpless state, reduced to nothing more than a puddle of desire, only makes you smile.
“Good boy, Kuni.. Doing so well for me.” You looked down, his once composed demeanor now reduced to a breathless, pliant mess beneath you. His face flushes, his eyes wide and hazy as he looks up at you, unable to form a coherent thought.
You run your hand through his hair, softly tugging at the strands, and he lets out a soft whimper. His body trembles at your words, and you can see his chest rise and fall with every shaky breath he takes.
A strangled moan escaped his throat as he shut his eyes tight, his entire body feels like it’s vibrating with need. “[name]..! ♡” he gasps, voice raw and desperate, his back arching as if he’s trying to pull you deeper, closer.
You can feel him breaking, his composure slipping faster with every word, every touch. His breath becomes a frantic mess, his body quivering in pleasure as his whimpers turn into soft cries, echoing in the room. “[name]..♡ I’m ccloseehahh..!”
You increase your pace just slightly, pulling a loud gasp from his lips. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Let me see you fall apart,” You lean down to whisper in his ear, trailing your lips along his jaw.
His cock twitches with every shift your hips make; the words, the praise, the permission to surrender—all of it causes him to completely lose himself. His body jolts, his breath quickening, as he gives in to the overwhelming pleasure. A low moan escapes him, his entire form shaking with the release.
“Ccummin♡–I’m cummINGHH–!♡♡” Wanderer’s voice cracks as a pure, unadulterated scream escapes his throat. His body finally gives in, shuddering violently under your touch.
As you push him to the edge, the overwhelming sensations break through all his barriers, making him cry out from sheer ecstasy. His hands clenched into fists, fingers twitching in rhythm with your movements. His cock spurts with ropes of cum, dripping down to his pelvis.
The air is thick with the warmth of the moment, both of you panting, bodies still tangled in the aftermath. Wanderer’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, eyes still hazy from the intensity. His limbs feel like jelly, limp and exhausted, but his gaze softens as he looks up at you.
You gently brush a strand of hair from his face, your hand tender against his flushed skin. “You did so well, Kuni," you murmur, your voice gentle but full of praise. "I’m so proud of you.”
You don’t pull out yet, letting him bask in his afterglow. You cupped one side of his face, watching him lean into you. His eyes are glossy with unshed tears, clearly fighting against them from falling. “Let’s go on a date after this, hm?” you hummed while carding your fingers through his disheveled hair.
He lets out a quiet laugh as he processed the shift from intensity to calm. “A date… after all this?” His tone is still a little breathless, but the smile in the corner of his lips was genuine.
“What? Do you prefer a round 2?” you ask with a playful glint in your eyes, your voice low and filled with mischief.
“Maybe let’s start with taking these ropes off..” Wanderer murmured, his voice soft but tinged with a familiar bite of sarcasm.
You chuckled at his deflection, the sound earning a huff from him as he shifted against the pillows. “Alright, birthday boy, hold still,” you said gently, beginning to untangle the ropes with care.
“[name].”
“Yeah?”
“...Nevermind.”
Wanderer looked away, his expression unreadable, though the faint dusting of pink across his cheeks betrayed him. You tilted your head, studying his face as he avoided your gaze. It wasn’t hard to guess what he was hesitating to say.
A soft smile tugged at your lips as you leaned closer. “I love you too,” you said gently. Before he could react, you pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, feeling the heat bloom beneath your lips.
“Happy birthday, Kunikuzushi,” you murmured, the corners of his lips tugging upward ever so slightly.
“...Tch, whatever,” he muttered, though the softness in his tone gave him away.
Killua cries for Gon's pain , feels his happiness, believes in his strength, and always gets his back .
" supportive wife " is a truly good way the director used to describe killua .
One day , I just want Gon to set back and recall his conversation with Ging , and then he may realise, that's the " something more important by the side of the road " has always been Killua .
