Standing Ovulations

cw: threesomes, smut zukka x reader

The proposal comes on a quiet evening, when the palace has settled into nighttime and you're alone with Zuko in your chambers. He's been unusually quiet through dinner, his golden eyes flickering to you.

"I've been thinking about something," he says finally, setting down his cup of tea with care.

You turn to face him fully, curious. "What is it?"

He's silent for a moment, and you can see him choosing his words carefully. That's when you know this is something significant. "Sokka mentioned something the other night. When we were drinking." He pauses, meeting your eyes. "About you."

Heat creeps up your neck. "What about me?"

"That he's always found you attractive." Zuko's voice is steady, but there's something darker threading through it now. "And I told him I knew. That I'd noticed the way he looks at you."

Your heart kicks up a notch. "Zuko—"

"I'm not angry." He stands, crossing to where you sit, and his hand comes to rest on your shoulder. The warmth of his palm seeps through the silk of your robe. "Actually, I've been thinking about it. About what it might be like to share you with him. Just once."

The words hit you hard. You stare up at your husband, searching his face for any sign of jealousy or uncertainty, but all you find is heated confidence and something that looks almost like anticipation.

"You want to... watch?" you ask, your voice coming out breathier than intended.

"I want to participate." His thumb strokes along your collarbone. "I want to see you come apart for both of us. I want to know what it feels like to have you between us."

Your mind is racing, heat pooling low in your belly despite—or maybe because of—how unexpected this is. You think of Sokka, of his easy smile and the way his eyes linger on you sometimes when he thinks no one's watching. You think of Zuko's hands on you while someone else's are too, and the image sends a heat into your core.

"Have you asked him?" you replied.

Zuko forms a smile at you. "He's waiting in the hall. If you want this."

Your breath catches. Part of you can't believe this is happening, that your husband is offering this, that you're actually considering it.

"I want it," you whisper.

Zuko's eyes flash with satisfaction. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's all possession and promise, and then he's moving to the door. When it opens, Sokka steps inside, and you can see the tension in his shoulders, the question in his blue eyes.

"She said yes," Zuko says simply.

Sokka's gaze finds yours, and the heat in it makes your stomach flip. "You're sure?" he asks, and you appreciate that he's asking you directly, not just taking Zuko's word for it.

You stand, your legs slightly unsteady. "I'm sure."

The smile that breaks across Sokka's face is boyish and hungry all at once. "Well then," he says, stepping further into the room. "I've been thinking about this for a long time."

"We know," Zuko says dryly, but there's amusement in his voice.

Sokka laughs, some of the tension breaks, and then he's crossing to you. He stops just in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, and the courtesy of it, the respect, makes you want him even more.

"Yes," you breathe.

His lips are different from Zuko's—softer, more exploratory. He kisses you like he's savoring it, like he's wanted this for so long that he needs to take his time. His hands come up to frame your face, gentle and reverent, and you melt into it.

You feel Zuko move behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his hands settling on your hips. "Beautiful," he murmurs against your ear, and the praise sends shivers down your spine.

Sokka breaks the kiss, his breathing already uneven. "This is really happening," he says, almost to himself.

"It is," you confirm, reaching up to trace his jaw. "Touch me, Sokka.. please.."

He doesn't need to be told twice. His hands slide down your sides, learning the shape of you through your robe, while Zuko's fingers work at the tie holding it closed. The silk falls open, and you're bare beneath it, exposed to both of them.

"Spirits," Sokka breathes, his eyes roaming over you with undisguised want.

Zuko's hands slide the robe off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. "She's perfect, isn't she?" he says, and there's pride in his voice, like he's showing off gold.

"Beyond perfect," Sokka agrees, and then his hands are on your skin, warm and slightly calloused, exploring your curves while Zuko's mouth finds your neck.

You're caught between them, sensation coming from both sides, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Sokka's thumb brushes over your nipple and you gasp, arching into the touch. Zuko chuckles against your throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

"Bed now," Zuko commands, and Sokka steps back just enough to let you move.

You climb onto the silk sheets, your heart pounding, and watch as both men begin to undress. You've seen Zuko naked countless times, know every scar and plane of muscle, but seeing Sokka reveal himself is new and intoxicating. He's lean and strong, his body marked with the evidence of years as a warrior.

They join you on the bed, one on each side, and for a moment you just look at each other, the weight of what's about to happen settling over you.

"Tell us what you want," Zuko says, his hand sliding up your thigh.

You swallow hard, desire makes you bold. "I want both of you. I want to feel both of you touching me."

Sokka groans, leaning in to capture your mouth again while Zuko's hand continues its path upward. When his fingers finally reach where you're already wet and wanting, you moan into Sokka's kiss.

"So ready for us," Zuko murmurs appreciatively, his fingers circling your clit with practiced ease.

Sokka's mouth moves to your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple, and the dual sensations make your hips buck. You reach for both of them, wrapping your hand around Sokka's hard length while your other hand tangles in Zuko's hair.

"That's it," Zuko encourages, his fingers sliding inside you. "Take what you need from both of us."

Everything that followed felt like a blur—hands and mouths everywhere, pleasure building in waves. Sokka works his way down your body, settling between your thighs, and when his tongue replaces Zuko's fingers, you cry out.

"Fuck, you taste good," Sokka says against you, and the vibration of his words makes you shudder.

Zuko kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans as Sokka devours you. You're climbing fast, the newness of it, the wrongness-that's-not-wrong of having someone other than your husband between your legs while Zuko watches and touches you, pushing you toward the edge.

"Cum for him," Zuko commands against your lips. "Let him taste it."

His words combined with Sokka's skilled tongue push you over the edge. pleasure crashing through you,. You shake between them, Sokka working you through it while Zuko holds you steady.

When you come down, gasping, Sokka lifts his head with a satisfied grin. "Even better than I imagined," he says.

Zuko's hand wraps around your throat gently, turning your face to his. "Ready for more?" he asks, and you can see the hunger in his eyes.

"Y-Yes," you breathe. "I want you both."

They position you on your hands and knees, and you feel Zuko move behind you while Sokka kneels in front of you. The head of Zuko's cock presses against your entrance, and he slides in slowly, the familiar stretch making you moan.

"Still so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips. "Even after all this time."

Sokka's hand cups your face, guiding you to his cock, and you open for him eagerly. The taste of him is new, slightly salty, and you hollow your cheeks as you take him deeper.

"Oh fuck," Sokka gasps, his hand gentle in your hair. "Your mouth—"

Zuko starts to move, each thrust pushing you forward onto Sokka, creating a pace that has all three of you groaning. You feel utterly full, filled from both ends, and the raw eroticism of it has you climbing toward another peak already.

"Look at you," Zuko says, his voice rough with pleasure. "Taking both of us so well. So perfect for us."

You moan around Sokka, and he curses, his hips jerking slightly. "Can't last long like this," he warns. "She's too good."

Zuko's hand slides around to find your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. "Cum again m’love.," he orders. "Cum with Sokka’s cock in your mouth and me inside you."

The command combined with the stimulation is too much. You cum hard, your body clenching around Zuko as you moan around Sokka's length. The vibration and suction push Sokka over the edge, and he spills into your mouth with a shout of your name.

You swallow, savoring the taste of him, and Zuko's thrusts become erratic. "Gnna fill you up..," he groans, and then he's coming too, heat flooding you as he buries himself deep.

For a long moment, the only sound is heavy breathing. Sokka carefully withdraws, and Zuko pulls out slowly, both of them helping you collapse onto the bed between them.

"That was..." Sokka starts, then laughs breathlessly. "Amazing."

You turn your head to smile at him, feeling thoroughly satisfied and boneless.

Sokka smiles back at you. leaning in to kiss you softly. "Thank you. Both of you."

Zuko's arm drapes over your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "We're not done yet," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

The night continues in a haze of pleasure—different positions, moments where you watch Zuko and Sokka touch each other, moments where they focus entirely on you. By the time you're all finally spent, the sky outside is beginning to lighten.

You're curled between them, Zuko's chest against your back and Sokka facing you, his hand resting on your hip. The intimacy of it feels natural, comfortable, like this was always meant to happen.

"How do you feel?" Zuko murmurs against your hair.

You consider the question, taking stock of your body—pleasantly sore, satisfied, marked with evidence of the night. But more than that, you feel cherished, desired, safe.

"Perfect," you answer honestly. "It felt so good..."

Sokka's thumb strokes your hip bone. "Glad you felt that.," he says quietly

"This doesn't have to be just once," Zuko says.

You meet Sokka's eyes, seeing the hope there, the affection that goes beyond just desire.

"No," you agree, smiling. "It doesn't have to be just once."

Sokka's answering grin is bright enough to rival the sunrise creeping through the windows. He leans in to kiss you, soft and sweet, and Zuko presses a kiss to your shoulder.

warning: thigh riding, Ace being a horny mf, slight sub Ace towards the end, lots of talk about sex.

Ace's body is muscled and strong— biceps bigger than your head, abs hard enough to feel like a wall when you bumped into him, pecks big enough to tease for having boobs bigger than Boa Hancock's, and sturdy thighs he'd just died to see you perched atop.

Your own thighs were always a weakness, plushy and soft compared to his own, but to see you loving his thigh just as much as he loves yours is something he craves. It's the first thing on his mind besides sex and eating you out, when he's out on a mission and wishing you were there.

He'd whimper and whine with you, hands on your hips to help you grind yourself along his muscled thigh, eyes darting from your skirt to your face, unsure of where to settle because how could he want to miss any twitch or scrunch of your nose, every time your lashes fluttered or how your lips curled into that pretty 'o' he knew would never hit his aching cock. But at the same time, why would he want to miss how your panties peaked out of your skirt each time you rocked forward? How could he miss the growing wet patch on the fabric that would eventually soak his own shorts?

"Please," He'd whine low in his throat, voice so masculine and deep and rumbled despite how pleading and weak he sounded. "Go faster, please go faster."

He'd beg as if he was the one being played with, but you'd roll your hips against his thigh in a quick pace anyway, and he'd groan when he finally felt a small puddle form on his thigh.

"Angel," He could never shut up, not when you looked so pretty on his thigh, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. "You're so beautiful, angel, ridin' my thigh better than anyone could."

He really thought his words were true, as dirty and unrealistic as they were, but he wouldn't stand for any doubt about it. How could anyone be better, when his cock was visibly twitching and throbbing and about to cum untouched, all because you rode his thigh so damn well.

Leaned back against the back of the couch, drool collecting in the corners of his lips and starting to bounce his knee, the sight of him so hot and flushed with those red freckles cheeks bringing you closer to the edge than he thought, because he gasped when he felt a gush on his skin.

His freckle-smattered cheeks turned red, and he watched how your hips stuttered in his palms. He felt like a damn virgin, watching a girl— a goddess, cum on his thigh, for the first time in his life.

Looking up with a whine, bottom lip trembling with suddenly glossy eyes— he felt 18 again, crying from the intense need to be balls deep in your cunt and because of how vulnerable the moment was.

sure, he loves fucking you. he loves the weight of you beneath him, the slow stretch of your body around his cock, the way you bite down on your lip and whine when he gets too deep. he loves the bruises he leaves behind when you’re being a brat and the tears that bead at your lashes when you’re taking him just right.

but he could go his entire life without fucking you again, as long as he could still have this.

your thighs trembling around his head. your fingers tangled in his hair. the quiet, desperate noises you make when he wraps his lips around your clit and moans like you’re the finest thing he’s ever tasted. because you are. to him, it’s not even sex—it’s sustenance.

nanami eats pussy like it’s a religion.

like his mouth was made for it and nothing else.

and he’ll just sit there, one hand on your ankle, the other on your thigh, eyes fixed on the shape of you under your shorts. thinking. plotting. imagining how you’d sound if he got his tongue on you right now. how fast he could make you cum with just his mouth, just his hands. and you’ll catch him staring, and you’ll say his name, and it won’t matter—because he’s already easing you back, already tugging your waistband down with reverent fingers, already kissing the soft skin of your inner thigh.

nanami doesn’t ask for head—not because he doesn’t like it (he loved it the first time you dropped to your knees, could barely keep from shaking with how good you were), but because he doesn’t need it. because he knows himself too well. he gets greedy. he loses rhythm. he doesn’t want to grip your jaw too tight or fuck your throat too deep or say something he’ll regret in the haze of it. he knows you can take it. he knows you want to. but he’s afraid of hurting you. and that’s a line he never wants to approach—not with you.

he’d rather have you riding his face. thighs clamped around his head. cunt dripping all over his tongue while you sob into the sheets. he’ll eat you out before you fuck, just to open you up. and again after, like a reward. a dessert. your legs limp and twitching, overstimulated, soft with trust—and he’ll still be down there, humming into your pussy like you’re the first meal he’s ever had. licking up every drop he spilled inside you. stroking your thigh with one hand and holding your hip steady with the other while his mouth does things no one else ever could.

he can get off like that. doesn’t need anything else. your body. your taste. your moans. the weight of your thighs over his shoulders. the press of your heel into his back when you’re close. it’s all he needs.

and you’ll ask him—“kento, don’t you want to cum?”

synopsis: haikyuu men dickology 🫠

Kuroo Tetsurō

He smirks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking—and he’s right. His cock is long, slightly curved upward, thickest at the base and tapering just enough to stretch you perfectly. The veins along his shaft are prominent, especially when he’s achingly hard, flushed a rosy hue at the tip, already leaking from how long he’s been teasing. He likes watching your expression shift as you go down on him, one hand in your hair, guiding but not rushing. “So eager for me, huh? You’re too cute like this.”

Iwaizumi Hajime

Built like a tank and just as intense, Iwaizumi’s cock matches his energy—thick, solid, with a slight downward curve that leaves you breathless when he’s inside you. It’s warm and heavy in your hand, the tip a dusky red that throbs under your tongue when you tease him. His abs twitch, hips bucking just slightly, even as he tries to keep his composure. “F-fuck… that mouth’s dangerous,” he growls, voice gravelly and low, gripping the sheets like he might tear them.

Matsukawa Issei

Lazy smirks. Low drawls. He doesn’t need to talk much—his cock does the convincing. Thick, weighty, and long, he curves subtly to the side, giving every thrust a twist of surprise. His tip is flushed, the shaft a shade darker with veins that pulse under your touch. He hisses softly as you stroke him, thumb grazing the slit just to watch him twitch. “You gonna sit pretty on this, or do I have to flip you over?” His voice is honey-slow—but the way he fucks is anything but.

Bokuto Koutarou

Loud. Excited. Huge. Bokuto’s cock mirrors his energy—long, thick, and just a bit too much to take without a stretch. The curve is pronounced and upward, perfect for hitting that spot that makes your legs shake. His tip is a flushed pink, slick and throbbing as he moans openly, watching your mouth wrap around him with adoring eyes. “You're doing so good! God—you’re amazing,” he babbles, hips twitching helplessly as you suck him deeper, driven by the way he praises every move you make.

Hinata Shoyo

Compact and toned—Hinata’s cock is a surprise package. He’s not the biggest, but he’s curved upward, thick at the base, and just eager. His tip is flushed bright red, almost trembling with sensitivity, leaking as he pants and whines with every stroke of your hand. His body is twitchy under you, muscles tight, abs flexing as he grips the sheets. “W-wait—don’t go that fast—ah!” He’s adorable when he tries to hold it together. You love breaking that composure.

Kageyama Tobio

Silent, brooding, and so easy to ruin. Kageyama’s cock is straight and long, flushed along the shaft, with a pale-pink tip that reddens the more you tease him. He’s rock-hard almost instantly, twitching in your grip, hips bucking with pure instinct. He grits his teeth, too stubborn to moan at first—but you see the way his chest heaves, how his jaw clenches. “Nngh… t-too much.” He doesn’t say stop, though. Not when you start sucking him in with both hands gripping his thighs.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Impeccably groomed, perfectly clean—and yet filthy beneath the surface. Sakusa’s cock is thick and uniform, with a subtle downward curve, gorgeous in its symmetry. His tip is a flushed mauve, dripping steadily as he watches you from beneath dark lashes, cheeks tinged pink. He’s quiet, but not unaffected—every time your tongue swirls around him, he lets out a breathy gasp. “Tch… don’t be messy.” But when you make it wet, sloppy, loud—he doesn’t actually stop you. His trembling thighs give him away.

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you're splayed out on atsumu, back pressed to his chest, fully naked with your backside grinding against his thick bulge. he keeps pressing slow kisses to your shoulder, murmuring right against your skin. "fuck, look at ya, all spread out for us like this. so fuckin' pretty when ya moan like that. ya feel how hard my cock is against your ass? keep rubbin' on it, baby."

osamu is down between your legs, two fingers already pumping in and out of your dripping hole while his tongue laps messily at your clit.

he's loud about it, slurping every drop of your juices, adding a third finger without warning and stretching you open wider. "shit, she's so wet, 'tsumu. keep talkin' to her, she's clenching hard around my fingers. taste so fuckin' sweet, can't get enough."

atsumu chuckles low, one hand sliding up to cup your breast while his lips stay busy on your neck. "hear that, baby? osamu's makin' such a mess down there. ya like bein' our little toy, huh? keep those legs open for him. gonna have ya squirting all over his face before we even unzip."

osamu groans into your cunt, sucking your clit between his lips as his three fingers thrust deeper, curling just right while his free hand grips your thigh to keep you spread. "so fuckin' tight around my fingers. ya gonna cum for me like a good girl? soak my tongue, pretty. let 'tsumu feel ya shake on top of him."

atsumu's hips roll up against your ass, his free hand sliding down to spread your folds wider for osamu. "that's it, grind on my dick while he eats ya out. such a messy little slut for us. keep moanin' like that and we'll both be fuckin' ya stupid once we're done playin' with this pretty pussy."

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