#sub wanderer

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.

"Mommy, I—mhmm so close— ah!" You pull away just before he can come, his legs trembling pathetically in your hold as he looks at you with teary, disappointed eyes, mouth agape for the few moments he needed to get enough brain power to talk. "Why... did you stop?"

He sounds on the verge of tears, and you would've felt a little more guilty if your own crotch wasn't throbbing with desperate need for him and his pretty, pretty cries. "Sweetheart. Would you repeat that for me?"

The puppet looks confused at first, then flustered as he realizes his grave mistake. "I will not call you mommy."

"Oh?" You back off completely from his drooling folds, watching them try and fail to close against nothing as the cold air caresses them. "But you sounded so good right now. I'm sure you can do that for me again?" Whining, your hands squeeze his plush thighs persuasively. "Unless you don't want my help to finish?"

In that moment, many emotions flash through Wanderer's visage; his face scrunches as he is about to deny at first, then flushes in fury for letting himself be so careless around your pestering self, his mouth opens and closes as he thinks of how to negotiate this out, and finally his glare loses it edge as he bites the inside of his cheek.

"I— fine. Mommy."

Positively delighted, you lower your face between his legs again, nibbling on his inner thigh for a bit before placing a sweet peck on the reddned skin, the color almost as pretty as the one tinting his pale cheeks. "Louder, sweetheart, I wanna hear your pretty voice."

You don't give him time to respond after that, immediately delving back into his desperate pussy, making him jolt in surprise as your hot breath fans over his throbbing heat.

"Mommy... hah—" Almost as if on command, he whimpers, cutting himself with a choked gasp as you moan into his folds, sending soft vibrations through his burning core. You don't stop here, though, letting your tongue squeeze into his tight hole, and thrusting agonizingly slowly into it before increasing the speed to satiate his needy hole.

You can tell that he is getting close again by the time you reached your maximum speed as his soft but sweet breaths turn into increasingly louder whimpers, his back arching prettily and grip tightening on the sheets as he comes messily into your mouth.

"Momm— nghh... ha♡"

Swallowing all of his pretty mess, you silently enjoy the cute little whines he is letting out as you overstimulate his abused clit with your tongue, before finally deciding to give him some mercy. You make a show out of licking your lips as you climb on top of him, still breathless and flushing red and positively glowing in the aftermath like the pretty princess he is.

Locking eyes with him, you smirk. "Sweet."

Wanderer's face scrunches, becoming impossibly hotter as he throws an arm over his face to hide his eyes from you. "Tease."

"stop— stop looking!" scaramouche growls. "it's—" he gasps loudly when the tip enters him yet again, face already red from all the blood gathering in his head.

"it's what, scara..."

"it's— ugly…"

at this, you click your tongue and stop. "ugly?"

scaramouche becomes angry, deflecting from his quickly rising shame. "yes, ugly. seriously, stop with this stupid game you're playing, i don't need you to act like you're into th—"

you thrust into him, deep and hard. scaramouche's words are lost in a strangled gurgle as his eyes roll back.

"it seems i need to fuck that thought out of you."

with one roll of your hands, you shorten the rope connected to his tied wrists, tugging them upwards. slowly, you start to roll your hips back, watching as the rim catches and slides over your cock. you moan. "aah, scara… you look so, so pretty like this"

"fuck… you… ngh— a-aahn…"

you breathe heavily. "fuck. fuck, scara. you take me so well. look at you, moaning like a slut..."

"shut— shut up. fuck. i'll kill you. i swear i'll fucking kill y— MGH!" you slam back into him. any further protest is drowned by the sound of thighs hitting flesh in sharp slaps as you start pounding into him. harder and harder you thrust back inside, needing to reach deeper, faster, harder.

it doesn't take long for scaramouche to lose his composure. on the surface of the coffee table, he rolls his head almost limply to the side. his eyes are blurry with pleasure, but still he tries to look at you out of the corner of his eye - to make you see exactly what you are doing to him.

you breathe a laugh, panting hard. under scaramouche's mouth, a steadily growing puddle of drool forms. he twitches, legs giving in.

you grab his hips so hard his skin will certainly bruise. scaramouche is not yet allowed to stop taking you. you stare and stare, fucking him until the world starts to tilt, until your cock feels numb from sheer pleasure, until you start twitching so hard that it's visible on the front of scaramouche's stomach—

you cum hard, gasping for air. white stars form in your vision, and you can feel your hands tremble on his soft skin.

"haha…" you laugh, out of breath. under you, scaramouche whimpers quietly.

after a moment, you pull out slowly. a thick line of cum connects the tip of your still slightly twitching cock with scaramouche's warm, fluttering hole. "ahh… fuck. my cum… hahaha… deep… deep inside you…"

scaramouche lets out another whine. his hole clenches before releasing a white drop of liquid. he whimpers, trying to say something.

"mh?" you ask, using your thumb to smear the droplet around the throbbing hole. "speak up, scara…"

amidst his wordless whimpers, you push your thumb inside and laugh again, feeling scaramouche milking it powerlessly.

"i wonder when you came…"

"mmglh…" scaramouche answers. when something warm touches his freely leaking cock, he flinches lightly. a moan tumbles over his lips. with the palm of your hand, you rub the tip of his soft erection.

"or rather… how many times." scaramouche's eyes slowly roll backwards. with a grin, you raise your hand back up and glide your tongue over the palm, humming appreciatively at the taste. "yum ~"

"no…more…" scaramouche finally breathes. "can't…" your arm slings around his belly. with ease, you lift him up. "ahn—"

"no more? no more, scara?"

"no... more..."

"but baby..." you place a soft kiss on his temple.

"we were just getting started."

pressing your hand against the side of his head, pushing him further into the mattress as you pound into him from behind. he's stubborn, eyebrows furrowing and a low moan escapes his lips at one particularly hard thrust.

you can't hear him enough, so you grab a handful of his hair to pull him up from the bed and he hisses. he's still refusing to moan or whine but he can't help it when you grab his hips and basically drag him along your cock. the feeling of being so easy to handle has him slip out a gasp and a soft groan falls from his lips as his eyes slightly roll back.

instead of being embarrassed scaramouche just hangs his head and pants when you run a warm hand over his back, before grabbing his blue hair once again. you pull him up to your chest, hand closing around the base of his throat to keep him there.

that gets him embarrassed. purely because he feels so on display and aware of what's happening. especially when you hold scaramouche tight to your chest and drag your hand over his cock, still thrusting into him.

he feels so overwhelmed and shy, red heat rushing to his chest and neck at how obscene this entire thing is.

"you're so… so-" scara cuts himself off by biting down hard onto his bottom lip but you catch the whimpers that escape his mouth because he's right next to your ear.

you grin, moaning lowly against his cheek to show just how close you were to him, "so what?"

your pace doesn't slow at all, still grinding hard into him and he jolts at a sudden hard thrust, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan that has him scrunching his eyebrows at. your hand still toys with his leaking cock, dragging your hand along the length of it in time with your hips and scaramouche pants and you can feel the low hum of a whine at the base of his throat where your hand keeps him still.

scara is unable to get his words out anymore, his brain shutting off, getting all fuzzy as he lays his head back on your shoulder. he still hates how pliant he's being, hates how much control you have over him and how on display he is for you. but at the same time he quite frankly couldn't care less, especially when his thighs start to shake and your cock is hitting him so deep he can almost feel it in his stomach.

scaramouche unconsciously let's a whimper slip past his lips, thrusting into your hand and his own hands slip behind himself. he lays his hands on the small of your back and he moans obscenely into your ear when he forces you to stay pressed tight against him.

"fuck…" you curse, hand slowing on the boy's cock, eyes screwing shut and you realise that scara has dropped all sort of embarrased self restraint and just wants to get off.

you grind against him, ripping a pretty quiet groan from scara's parted lips, your hand tightening a little around his throat and you watch the boy's eyes flutter closed.

"needy thing." you mutter, lowering your head and grinning against scaramouche's neck, teeth slightly grazing the skin and scara scrunches his face at the words coming from your mouth. okay, still embarrassed, you chuckle and press a kiss underneath his jaw.

in one swift movement, you push scaramouche away from your chest, back onto the bed and he lets out a small gasp of shock. his eyes go wide as your fingers curl tightly into his hair, leaning over his back, pushing your cock impossibly deeper into him before hissing, "fuck yourself on my cock, desperate brat."

scaramouche groans lowly, almost a grumble, when you straighten up. you don't move, tilting your head as you watch scara pant, obvious shyness flooding his body but eventually he shifts back against your cock.

his head drops and you can only see the blue of his hair while he pushes back against you slowly, still slightly awkward so you help him. you press your hand against his back, pushing him down so his chest lay against the sheets and his back arches gorgeously for you.

scara moans, muffled by the bedsheets and his fingers wrap into the cotton before he loses all sense of pride and desperately fucks himself onto you. his eyes flutter shut, rolling back as he drags himself along your cock, whimpers spilling from his pretty lips and his speed increases when your hands find home on his soft hips.

"i'm, fuck-" scaramouche slightly lifts his head to speak, words unable to form on his tongue whilst he continuously forces his hips against you, "i'm gonna-"

"you're gonna what?" you can't help the smirk tugging at your lips at how he refuses to beg, the desperation in his thrusts telling you everything you needed to know. you just wanted to hear him say it.

scara fists the sheets tight, biting his lip before letting out a small cry, ass colliding with your hips obscenely. he doesn't respond to you, head filled with nothing but making himself cum from just your cock alone.

but you're not having any of it.

you grab his hips, pulling him flush against you and the whine that rips from his throat is so pretty that you almost spill yourself.

"you're gonna what?"

the boy whimpers, a warm flush spreading across his body but the small plea of "please, i need to cum," pushes past his lips and your heart jumps at the desperation in his broken voice.

"fuck- good boy." you growl and you help him out, gripping his hips tight. you pull out almost completely to the tip and give him one last hard thrust and then he's spilling all over the sheets with a loud moan.

he shakes, cries ripping from his throat as he finishes. scara's eyes squeeze shut, head falling into his hands on the bed and you gently lower your hand to his wet cock to stroke him through it.

the blue haired pants, trying to catch his breath, face shoved into the sheets in pure embarrassment of the entire situation as soon as he starts to come back to his own mind.