"the space in-between"
description: with bunny unable to perform sexually due to his depression meds, he invites sae itoshi into your bedroom to help pleasure you in the way that you deserve.
tags: bunny/f!reader/sae, established relationship (bunny/reader), cuckolding, oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal fingering (f!receiving), a tiny smidgen of pain play (reader digs nails into bunny's thighs on purpose - he likes it), praise kink, finger sucking
a/n: i couldn't get this scenario out of my mind. this fic was literally just ?? ripped from the depths of my soul. that being said, i hope you enjoy! (not proofread, it's late)
words: 2.3k - MINORS, AGELESS, AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT - I WILL BLOCK YOU
Sae's tongue is wet and hot as it trails down the bare expanse of your stomach, dipping and curving around every inch of skin he can reach. His large hands press your hips deep into the mattress, broad shoulders keeping your legs open and wide as he meanders down down down. He leaves achy imprints in your skin with gentle nips every so often, a promise of what's to come.
You can't help but shiver, legs twitching beneath his heavy body as cool air hits the damp trail he leaves. Sae only glances up for a second, his teal eyes lidded but shining in the soft warm glow of your room.
The light softens him, makes his features blur into something angelic. He looks so different than he usually does: less aloof and closed off and more… mellow. Open to the path his mouth is taking him. It endears you to him, makes your heart patter unevenly in your chest.
It doesn't hurt that he's also very pretty, different than Bunny's handsome. Sae isn't rugged or overwhelming with his appearance. He's regal. Polished. Easy on the eyes in a way that makes you never want to look away.
This is especially the case when he pulls away, his lips swollen and pink and shining with saliva as he mumbles a quiet, "Stay still."
An amused chuckle tickles the skin of your ear, and you can't help the frustrated whine that escapes from your lips, can't help but nudge back into Bunny's warm, broad chest as you spread your legs even wider for Sae. You are trying to hold yourself still, but your skin is buzzing with anticipation. It's hard.
"Stop laughing, asshole," you huff, your hands finding the strong, scarred forearms wrapped around you and squeezing them in warning.
This was his idea. It's his fault that you're all tiptoeing into new, uncharted territory. That a man who is not your lover and is in fact the nemesis of your lover is about to ravish you on the bed that you two have shared for years. That you're going to let him and encourage him while said lover watches over your shoulder like a puppet master manipulating his… well, puppets.
You can't think about it too long, or you think you'll implode.
Bunny gives a light pinch to your waist and you look up at him. There's a question in his eyes, one you can sense from years of being attached at the hip.
You press a gentle kiss on the underside of his jaw. I'm okay, it says, I want this.
His lips quirk at the ends, a disarming sight that makes your heart flutter. When he leans down, his voice is low and mocking. "You are so easy for him, it's cute."
Your face heats, the unbearable warmth spreading down your neck and chest as you huff out an indignant, "No I'm not—" but you barely finish your sentence before your response gets muffled by Bunny gripping your chin and sliding two of his large fingers into your mouth.
You glance upwards once again, shooting him the nastiest glare you can manage, but Bunny merely smiles wider as he feels your tongue smoothing over his knuckles, sucking gently.
"How does it feel, hm?" he murmurs, head nodding to where Sae is starting to press soft, chaste kisses over the dampened fabric of your underwear.
Your clit throbs, pulses every time his lips skim over it; any other time, you'd be embarrassed by the all-too-eager way your body reacts to him, but you can feel his warm breath; it's so close you can almost imagine how his tongue would feel if he just pulled your panties to the side and licked a single stripe up your soaked center.
An appreciative hum vibrates in your throat, but Bunny isn't satisfied. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and squishes your cheeks, fingertips digging in hard enough to make you wince. "Tell him or I will make him stop."
The threat leaves you a little frantic. "Feels good," you blurt, "feels so good, please—fuck—don't stop. Want your mouth s-so bad."
Sae meets your eyes where they're gazing down at him. He's so… calm. You hate it. Hate how put together he looks, how unfrazzled. It feels like you're losing.
"Just my mouth?" he questions after a couple moments of silence, blinking at you.
He hasn't stopped touching you, hasn't stopped caressing the elastic bands of your underwear where they rest against your inner thighs; it's distracting, especially when his knuckles brush against your aching core with each barely there touch. You're not sure if he's doing it on purpose, but you do know that you don't want him to stop. That you want—need—any and every thing he can possibly give you to soothe the insatiable ache inside of you.
"Mouth, fingers," you pant, "please, Sae I just need you to do something. Please."
He watches you for a few more beats, his eyes, beautiful and piercing, searching yours and then landing on the way your underwear is nearly soaked through in the light.
Sae leans down once more, pressing a firm kiss to your clit where it rests beneath the cotton. "You don't need to beg," Sae replies simply. "I'll take care of you."
The second he pulls your panties to the side and licks a bold stripe from your hole to your clit, you know you're a goner.
Bunny knows this, too, which is why he wraps a large hand under your right thigh and lifts, pulling it up to your chest and pinning you open. The position only makes you more sensitive, makes you melt back into Bunny like you're made of gooey slime.
The angle reminds you of the softness of his cock tucked into his athletic shorts, reminds you of why you're here, why Sae is starting to swirl his tongue around your sensitive, sticky nub.
You moan loudly, and Bunny decides right then to kiss you hard on the mouth, concealing your keens with a roughness that makes your head spin. Your hands find his large thighs exposed by his ridden up shorts, and your fingernails dig into his flesh, surely leaving crescents in your wake. He only hums into your mouth, squeezing you harder against him.
He only lets you pull back when Sae slides a thick finger into the blistering heat of your cunt. You suck in a sharp breath, your brows furrowing as he slowly pumps in and out, opening you up little by little. The pace isn't enough, though; the pressure is too faint to satiate the hunger, the want, the need festering inside of you.
"More," you rasp, raising your hips to get him deeper. "Please," you add quickly when Sae raises an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Didn't know you were such a glutton," he says, pulling back and slowing his pace further. "Hush and take what I give you."
His chiding makes your face heat, and when Bunny chuckles against the skin of your neck, you dig harder into his thigh.
"Careful with her, Itoshi," Bunny drawled, his cheek pressed against the top of your head, his cool breath tickling the hairs of your scalp. "She is sensitive."
Sae doesn't deign him with a response, instead he hooks two thumbs on the thin skin of your labia and pulls your folds open, exposing your silky heat to the cool air.
It's lewd, too lewd, the way Sae has you spread open, your most intimate parts on full display. You have to fight the urge to clamp your legs shut. There's no hiding, now, no running away from the embarrassment coursing through your veins. All there is to do is take.
"I know she is, Iglesias," Sae finally responds, swiping a thumb over your throbbing clit and leaning down to suck.
You gasp and can't help the way your body twitches in response; it curves inwards, trying to run away from the pure unadulterated pleasure of Sae's tongue flicking and swirling. It feels so good you don't know what to do with yourself.
"Eres tan mona," Bunny smiles against your ear, pressing sweet, soothing kisses along the sweaty crown of your forehead. "You are doing so well."
A broken whine falls from your lips, and you can't help but curse as Sae adds another finger into the mix, stretching you out further. It burns a little, his pointer and middle fingers pressing and carving deep inside to find the spot that will, with no doubt, destroy you, but the ache soon turns into all-consuming pleasure, your jaw slackening and cunt clenching down hard on his knuckles.
"Yesyesyes, right there," you sob, writhing in Bunny's arms, "right there, Sae, just like that."
Sae's eyes meet yours after he adds a third finger; he licks at you until you're a sobbing mess, your dripping slick and his saliva sullying the sheets beneath you. Only the squelching of your hole, your stuttered moans, and his mouth slurping at you can be heard in the otherwise quiet space of your room. It's disorienting, dirty. You never want it to stop.
"'m gonna cum." The words tear out of you when Sae curls his fingers and hits that spot deep within you that has you seeing white. Pleasure builds higher and higher, something sinister about to crest, until suddenly your orgasm wracks through you.
It's dizzying the way your vision blurs at the edges, dizzying the way Sae finger fucks and sucks you through it, dizzying the way Bunny presses more wet kisses all across your face after setting your leg down and wiping the tears that litter your lash-line.
It's blistering, the pleasure. Unbecoming in a way that has your body shivering after you've come down. Your skin tingles, vibrates. You feel hollowed out and boneless, limp in the best way.
Bunny noses at your throat, murmuring soft praises that have you preening into him.
You steal a peek at Sae after a few blissful moments only to find him watching you. His face is carefully blank, neutral, like he's already checked out of the moment.
"C'mere," you mumble, reaching out an outstretched hand.
The invitation lingers between you, fragile as he stays put and simply studies your hand.
He could reject you. The thought crosses your mind immediately. He could get up and walk out of the door, could pretend that none of this ever happened, that he was never in your bed, never knuckle deep in your cunt, never covered in your slick.
It would sting, you think, would bruise your ego; you don't think you'd ever be able to willingly face him again, wouldn't want to.
But then the pads of your fingertips brush his shoulder. The scorching heat of his skin through his shirt snaps you away from your ruminating, and as he inches closer, breath brushing your cheek, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck. Your grip is light, unrestrictive. A way out if he so chooses. You hope he stays.
He's solid beneath his t-shirt, muscle hidden away. You like the weight of him on top of you, like the feeling of his hard body pressed against the softness yours. It makes it easy to feel the bulge straining against the seam of his zipper. Easy to grind your slick cunt against it. Sae groans softly, and the sound shoots straight to your core, making even more of a sloppy mess in-between your legs.
"You did well, Itoshi," Bunny says, voice light and airy. His fingers trail up and down your arm soothingly as he adds, "You can kiss her, if you want."
Sae looks away from you, gaze narrowing on Bunny's. The look in his eye is sharp, assessing, is makes your pulse flutter in your chest. If you could see Bunny, you're sure he'd be wearing one of his disarming smiles in return, the one that never fails to get a rise out of his opponents.
It's peculiar, seeing the dynamic between them: the push and pull tension that you only ever see on the field. You aren't privy to their past, only fragments that Bunny had shared over the years. The full story (and all of its nuances) is only known by them; you're fine with it that way. For now.
"Sae," you murmur, breaking their staring contest, "kiss me, please. I want you to."
You think he might reject this request too, but then his lips meet yours and they taste like you, salty and sweet. You can't help but lick into his mouth and groan, hands sliding into his hair and pulling him closer closer closer.
His hands roam anywhere they can reach, your face, your waist, your hips, slow and deliberate, mapping your body with the same precision you're sure he uses on the field.
When you pull away at last, you're both breathing heavily.
"Can I get a kiss, too?" Bunny asks. Your eyes flicker to his face, and you roll your eyes when you see his smug grin.
"No," you say, and pinch his thigh. You ignore his faux cry of pain and continue. "Not yet. Not until Sae fucks me."
Bunny glances at Sae and then back at you. "Are you sure you can take him?"
You grind up against Sae's cock again, his jeans doing very little to hide how hard it is. "I can take it. I want it."
Sae watches as you push your hips into him, watches the way the front of his jeans dampen with the residue of your orgasm. The orgasm he gave you.
He presses a deep kiss to your lips once more, stilling your hips with two large hands before pulling away. "Don't forget that you wanted this," he says, sliding down your body and taking off your soaked underwear.
Bunny leans back, wrapping his arms around you once again and humming. "Show him how good you can be," he teases, pressing one last kiss to your neck.
"eres tan mona": you're so cute
(pls let me know if this is the most correct/best translation - my research was brief and i would love to hear any corrections/nuances from a real person!)