Trapped in my web: arlecchino x reader one shots

Taking Liberties aka arlecchino is male in this one

You're alone in the kitchen, tidying the counter after dinner, when Arlecchino walks in. You look up and smile at him. "Oh. Hi Arlecchino."

"Need a hand, Y/n?" he asks. He tries to maintain eye contact, but you notice his gaze drop briefly so that he can check out your body in your short, tight dress. It's not the first time he's done that tonight. You don't mind — you were actually thinking of him when you chose your outfit. It's gratifying that he seems to appreciate it.

"No, I'm almost done thanks," you reply. "I'll be out again in a second."

Arlecchino looks behind him to make sure that no-one is coming, then joins you behind the counter, standing beside you. "I think I'll give you a hand anyway," he insists, placing his hand on your waist and pulling you to him.

"Arlecchino, what are you doing?" you ask warily. His body feels firm and strong against you and the scent of his aftershave is delicious.

"Just giving you a hand," he replies as he begins to stroke up and down the side of your body. It's a bold move, and anyone else had tried it you would probably slap their face.

"You might've had a bit too much to drink," you suggest instead, trying unsuccessfully to push away from him.

"You might be right," he replies. Then he slides his hand down to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze. You feel a lurch in your tummy and your heart starts to flutter. His action is so unexpected that you are stunned motionless.

"Arlecchino!" you gasp. "You can't just... just..."

"Just what?" he asks, fondling your bottom through your dress.

"You can't just walk up to a girl and start" — you fumble for the words — "taking liberties!"

"Why not?" He slides his hand from cheek to cheek, exploring the curvature of your derriere. Your mind is racing, trying to think of anything you've done, any signals you've sent, that would've led him to believe he could just walk up and do this to you.

"What do you mean, why not?" you reply disbelievingly. "You just can't!"

"Y/n, I'm not sure that I want to live in a world where I can't grope a beautiful woman. Do you mind if I take a look at your panties?" he asks brazenly.

You're rightfully dumbstruck. "Do I mind... what?"

He doesn't wait for an answer that would probably be in the negative anyway. He tugs your dress up around your waist, revealing your pink-striped cotton knickers, riding up slightly between your cheeks.

"Oh my God!" you whisper, still standing facing the counter as your underwear is exposed. You put your face in your hands, blushing furiously. This is getting ridiculous! How dare he?

Arlecchino starts squeezing and stroking your ass through your panties. "You've got a nice butt, Y/n. You know it, don't you? That's why you've been teasing me all night with it."

"Arlecchino, I haven't been teasing you!" you lie.

"Oh. Okay," he replies, sounding a little disappointed. "Sorry. My bad."

He presses two fingers between your legs and you clamp your thighs together in an attempt to block access to your pussy. In response he shoves his knee between your thighs and forces your legs apart fairly easily, then slides his whole hand between your legs and begins rubbing you through your panty gusset.

"Arlecchino, you can't!" you object.

"No-one seems to be stopping me," he replies. It's true — you've made very little attempt to prevent him having his way with you. Why is that? Sure, you like him, but that doesn't make you his sex toy. Or does it?