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wetpussyju1ce · 12 days ago

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Cinnamon, Chocolate & Mint

+18. mdni

Illya Kuryakin x Napoleon Solo x Gaby Teller x OC

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tags: smut, threesome, foursome, voyeurism, come eating, come sharing, handjobs, making out, fluff

summary: When Waverly decided to let them know, last minute, that they would be a team of four instead of three, Napoleon didn't expect their new addition to be, simply put, so perfect for them.

The room smells like sex.

When Waverly decided to let them know, last minute, that they would be a team of four instead of three, Napoleon didn't expect their new addition to be, simply put, so perfect for them.

Their fourth is another MI6 agent, she's a petite woman, exactly 2 cm shorter than Gaby, skinnier too, in a boy-ish way, she's British, has to be, but is also from all sorts of places. Her accent is curious to Napoleon and her name even more so, she introduced herself as Eto, short name, three letters, Napoleon thought it was Japanese, named after a flower, but she told him it wasn't.

Gaby immediately took to her, happy to have another girl in their team, she liked Illya, Napoleon too in extension, but having a girlfriend in the pack was different. Gaby relaxed and decided that they had to become friends. It was cute, Napoleon thought. The two women looked similar yet so different, arms linked together, chatting about whatever peaked their interest that day.

Napoleon also didn't miss Gaby’s long stares and her gentle hands on Eto’s skin, how she'd brush her curls away from her face while she ate, or helped patch her up when she got hurt. He knew of some women who were attracted to the same gender, Napoleon is no stranger to experimentation, but it was especially thrilling to see it happen before his eyes, so close. The two eventually grew closer, having inside jokes that the boys were not privy to, they would giggle and laugh at Illya, while he entertained them by playing along to their games. They would tease Napoleon and he would let them, smirking as he sipped his ridiculously expensive drink.

Now, Napoleon is standing inside their grand hotel room, door securely locked behind him. Clothes are all over the floor, playing cards, chess pieces and empty bottles sitting on the coffee table, then there they were.

Illya was sitting on the sofa, naked, long legs spread wide to accommodate the two women between them, he was sweating, making all sorts of noises as Gaby and Eto took turns kissing him on the mouth. It was messy, wet and noisy. Illya looks a bit overwhelmed, doesn't know what to do with his hands, one arm wrapped around each woman, fingers digging into their tan skin. He was flushed, a pretty pink high in his cheeks, eyes screwed shut, lips wet and red while he tried to keep up with the two. They were in matching black lingerie, dragging their hands down Illya’s beautiful chest, plucking at his nipples, caressing his lower belly and ignoring his angry and leaky cock between them.

Then Eto bent down and started nibbling at his neck, Illya groaned and threw his head back, squeezing his hold on Gaby, making her squeal and laugh. Eto held onto his shoulders, dragging her sharp teeth down his chest, not really hurting him but greedily using him as some sort of chew toy, licking each bite after she was done. Illya was getting louder, more desperate, unable to stay still, probably getting closer, being at the end of his rope. Gaby finally dragged her hand down his body and took hold of the monster between his legs, making Illya let out a wet moan. Gaby smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek, running her free hand through his blonde hair. Eto on the other hand lowered her body onto the floor, now on her knees between his legs, eyes fixed on Gaby’s hand around his cock, she wrapped her hand around Gaby’s and squeezed a little, the two meeting each other's gazes and smiling at the noise Illya made.

Eto then leaned forward, licked the inside of his thigh, so so close to his groin and opened her mouth, biting him there. Illya’s red cock spurted even more precum, making him even more of the mess he already was at the hands of these two small women.

Napoleon was getting awfully hot where he was standing, his resolve quickly melting away like gelato on a hot sunny day. He's feeling pretty lonely too, and even more aroused at the sight of this big Russian man, a feat of nature, being reduced to a whining mess at the hands of these tiny women. Gaby was sweet, innocent in a way that even when they thought she betrayed them, Napoleon couldn't help but be a little soft for her. Illya was even worse than him, absolutely infatuated with her, it was truly adorable. Eto was sweet in the way cinnamon is. Sweet and pleasant in your tongue until she's wormed herself enough in your mind, that she becomes strong and unbearably spicy in your mouth, and even if you tried spitting her back out, the burn in your tongue will forever stay, a reminder of her magnetic and addictive nature.

Eto’s eyes reminded Napoleon of cinnamon too, or at least one of them, as the other was also brown, only a lighter shade. Her hair was black, curly and bouncy, her skin sun kissed just like Gaby’s, the exact same shade, only hers was dotted with moles, so many of them. But she especially reminded him of a cat - Eto Neko, Napoleon smiled to himself - her sharper canines digging into Illya’s pale skin, her enigmatic eyes framed by dark thick lashes, and her hair that Napoleon thinks sometimes looks like kitten ears, the curls high and fluffy, going in all directions, impossible to tame.

As if she could sense when he's thinking of her, Eto looks over her shoulder, eyes easily landing on Napoleon’s. She doesn't say anything and Napoleon feels a little like prey, even if he could easily fight her off if it came down to it, considering their size and strength difference.

She instead looks up at Gaby, and Gaby immediately stops kissing Illya, senses her eyes on her face. She looks down, meeting her eyes and they speak without words. They turn to look at him at the same time and Napoleon stays still where he's standing. If they asked him to leave, he would, would probably go get a drink or something, even if this is technically his room too.

Instead Gaby speaks, “Illya, sweetheart, how do you feel about Solo watching?”

Now they're all looking at Illya, who finally manages to get his bearings and open his eyes, icy baby blues, now wet and shiny, to stare at Napoleon in a daze. Napoleon was the only one fully dressed, in a beautiful tailored grey suit, while Illya was naked as the day he was born, the two women dressed in only matching black sets of lacy, sheer bras and panties.

Illya was sweaty, flushed and pretty, his chest heaving up and down, lower stomach wet with his own precum. Gaby kept her hand firmly on his cock and used the other to run her fingers through his hair, Eto nuzzling in between the crease of his thigh and groin, eyes up looking at him until Illya reached down to hold one of her hands, a look of pure fondness washing over Eto’s face as she smiled and placed a gentle kiss at his knuckle.

“What do you want, Illya?” Gaby asked again, patient as ever.

Illya stared long and hard at Napoleon and Napoleon felt the twist of anxiety low in his belly, what if he'll ask him to leave? He would. Without question. But then he would be plagued with thoughts of why wasn't he allowed to stay? Wasn't he also part of whatever this was? Has Eto replaced him? Even though he was practically trauma bonded with Gaby and Illya for, forever probably!

“You can stay, cowboy,” Illya said and Napoleon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and immediately moved to the couch opposite them, getting comfortable and pouring himself a glass of wine. Excited to be included and witness this absolute gem of situation, which will fuel his late night fantasies for a very long time. It's like a reward, for completing his mission in Italy and for being a good boy and listening to his higher ups, no matter how much he hates them.

“Eto,” Gaby said and they moved in perfect harmony, Eto moving a little to the side and Gaby letting go of Illya’s cock, getting comfortable on the floor, next to her new girlfriend. Illya’s eyes followed the two women and knew better than to touch himself. Napoleon watched how the two women held onto each and met in the middle, kissing each other. Illya looked like he was slowly losing it, not knowing what to do with himself, suddenly looking at Napoleon, his eyes begging for some support. Napoleon wasn't even looking at him, but was laser focused on the two pretty women on the floor, he looked drunk, even if he had yet to take a sip of his wine, his eyes were half lidded and body lax, a growing bulge between his legs.

When Gaby and Eto finally pulled away, they moved their attention to Illya’s cock and didn't waste time leaning in and kissing it like they were doing to his face; wet, hungry yet gentle. It was a debauched view and Napoleon was a lucky bastard to be allowed to witness this. Illya tried his best to brush their hair away from their faces as they tried to eat him whole. Two mouths were on his length, then his tip, swapping spit and the taste of him between them. Then one mouth was around his heavy balls and Napoleon had to lean forward to get a better look.

Illya’s groin felt hot and sticky at the attention, he's never felt like this, never thought he'd ever end up in a situation like this. He wasn't a prude by any means, definitely slept with women here and there when he needed a fix only soft hands and a warm mouth could give him. Then he imagined he'd either die on a mission or get lucky enough to retire and marry a good woman to build a family with. Not this, not get lucky enough to find himself enamoured by two women who were definitely bad for his health. To find himself indulging them with his body and attention, and worst of all, it didn't feel like he was used as a tool for their satisfaction in a purely sexual matter. He knew they liked him, would laugh at his dry jokes and tease him just to see him blush, totally embarrassed at how easily they managed to fluster him, while he was easily the best agent KGB has ever had, a perfect killing machine.

He shouldn't crack so easily under their attention, but there he was, laid out like a gift for them to enjoy, and it felt good, it made him feel so good.

Illya soon felt his climax approaching, trying to hold it off, but instead Gaby encouraged him to let go, spoke to him gently as she tugged at his cock with the help of Eto. Napoleon watched how Illya’s mouth stayed open, his pink wet lips glistening under the warm light of the chandelier. His eyes rolled back and he shattered when he came, his cum staining Gaby’s hands and chest, Eto’s neck and cheeks.

Illya gasped like he had his head held under water, chest, neck and face pink. He panted loudly, his hand trembling as he wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of it.

Gaby and Eto looked pleased with their work, smiling up at Illya. Gaby then looked at Eto, leaning forward to lick the cum on her cheek, making Eto squeal and giggle, “Stop it!”

Gaby’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she smacked her lips together, tasting Illya on her tongue, “Hm, here have a taste,” She held out her sticky fingers in front of Eto. Instead of taking a finger in her mouth, Eto leaned down and took a nibble from Gaby’s lace covered chest, making her squeal. The two quickly erupted in a fit of giggles, ending up laying on the floor, Eto on top of Gaby, rolling around in the soft expensive carpet.

Napoleon watched the utter delight it was for them to be laughing together like they just didn't break down the strongest KGB agent there ever was, who never ever broke while tortured in inhuman ways, simply with soft touches and gentle words.

It was thrilling and beautiful, Illya still naked on the sofa, wet and flushed, Napoleon fully dressed and harder than he ever was, then the two women together on the floor, now tired and laying on their backs, hand in hand, staring at the ceiling, satisfied.

Napoleon's heart surged with fondness and softness, the kind that was thick and sweet, just like chocolate fondant. He wished he could freeze this moment and keep it in a pocket watch forever. The four of them, together, away from the outside world, safe and together.

Napoleon looked at Illya, to see how he was doing, and his eyes immediately fell to his lap and his eyes widened at his hard cock. What the hell?

“How are you still hard?” If that was Napoleon he would've at least been soft for a while before he could again, but this? This was absolutely insane.

“Strong Libido.” Illya simply shrugged and the monster between his legs bobbed and Napoleon felt his groin tingle, feeling suddenly all hot and realised he must've been too distracted to realise he was hot all along. So he removes his blazer, sweating under his crisp white shirt.

“Do you want to join us, Solo?” Eto asked, suddenly standing right in front of him and Napoleon didn't even hear her get up.

“Yes, please?” Napoleon said, getting up as if he'd say anything other than a yes.

Gaby got up from the floor, grabbing both Illya’s hands, “Let's go! Destination: The bed!”

Illya smiled and got up from the sofa, letting himself be dragged by the shorter woman.

Eto met Napoleon's eyes and stuck out her hand, palm facing up, “To the bed?”

“Lead the way,” He smiled and placed his bigger hand in hers, following her to the bedroom, his eyes easily following the moles scattered on her back, all the way down to her small butt, clad in pretty black sheer fabric with lace trims. Napoleon inhaled sharply and she glanced at him over her shoulder, dark curls falling over her face, sharp canines biting down on her plush pink lower lip.

Napoleon let himself be dragged into the den of sirens, hoping he'd make it out alive, and if he doesn't, oh what a way to go.

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