Trapped in my web: arlecchino x reader one shots

Switching sides, part one

It's game day. What a drag. You've had to listen to Neuvillette's ramblings about his team and how they're going to do against their big rivals tonight, giving his buddies shit who are rooting for the other team, blah blah. He'll either be depressed or gloating tomorrow, but then it'll be back to the real world, so it'll be over soon. He and Arlecchino's partner Wriothesley are going to watch the game in person, so they'll be taking their testosterone away for the evening. You and Arlecchino have plans to make this a girls' night, eating chocolate, drinking wine, and watching a movie or something on TV.

You and Neuvillette arrive at Arlecchino and Wriothesley's place early in the evening, and spend a few minutes chit-chatting until Neuvillette and Wriothesley start their sports-speak about the players and stats and such... at which point you and Arlecchino tune out, leaving them to it while you get on to the important stuff — selecting your bottle of wine. The guys are off before long, leaving the two of you ladies with a quiet house.

"Ohhhh... listen..." Arlecchino says, sinking down into her couch. She looks tired.

"Ummm, what?"

"Exactly... peace and quiet!"

"Ha! I mean, I love Neuvillette, and I'm sure you love Wriothesley and all... but yeah, game days are the worst!"

"I know, right?"

"Thanks for inviting me," you tell her.

"And thanks for the company. If you weren't here, I may just have eaten a pound of chocolate, taken a bubble bath, and been to bed by eight."

"Rough day?"

"And week!"

"Wine?" you suggest.

"Ah, yes! What would I do without you, Y/n?"

"Go to bed without wine?"

"I guess so... and that wouldn't do!" She goes to the kitchen and you follow, eyes dropping to her alluringly generous butt for some reason. You hope Wriothesley has a good time at the game tonight, but you really hope he appreciates what Arlecchino has waiting for him when he gets home. You feel a little naughty for thinking of your friend's derriere this way, but you go with the feeling, wondering what it would be like to get some of that. Having messed around with another girl once or twice, hooking up with Arlecchino wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility for you.

She pours you each a little wine, and returns to the couch, with you joining her. Between sips, she tells you about her week... if she needed to make the case for settling into a bubble bath, you're on her side. You catch yourself noticing her cute, pert breasts a few times as you talk, letting yourself admire them and considering the possibility of getting some. As you continue to chat, you sneak in a few sexual comments when the time is right, making her giggle, the conversation not quite deteriorating into outright perversion, but becoming more than a little suggestive. You give a couple of little hints as to what things you enjoy doing with Neuvillette, and her admissions of sex acts she and Wriothesley have tried give you a few ideas. You're beginning to wonder if you're turning her on.

"Well, I'm out," she says, tipping her glass all the way up, leaning back a bit and draining the last swallow, her protruding chest capturing your gaze. Bouncing a few steps to the kitchen, she sets her glass next to the bottle. "I'd offer you a refill, but we should eat something. I was thinking we could have an early light dinner before watching TV."

"Good idea," you agree. "Shouldn't get too tipsy yet."

"Yet?"

"Oh, yeah, I think it's a tipsy kind of evening, don't you?" You wonder if she's thinking the same thing you are, wondering if just maybe one of you will be receptive if the other advances.

You spend a little time finding some things to put together a dinner, and have another half glass of wine each while eating and chatting. There's a little more sex talk, and you're finding her increasingly attractive.

There's just a hint of tension as you smile and lock eyes a couple of times. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to have sex with Arlecchino, a girl so much younger than you. You try to suppress your desires as first, but they have a hold on you, and you decide to just let them flow.

As soon as you're done with dinner, she heads toward the living room. "I'll clean up later. Time to relax and watch something." While she waits for the video stuff to boot up, she returns and grabs the wine bottle and your glasses, pouring a little more for you and then for her. "Oh, shit, we don't have much left, and we haven't even started the show."

"Yeah, but it's been a while, and we've eaten, so... I think we'll be okay." She turns down the lights and the two of you settle down on the couch with your wine glasses. It's almost romantic.

You spend the next few minutes clicking through the menus of her streaming media service with Arlecchino, unable to decide on a movie or starting a show with multiple episodes and seasons. "I got it... here's a brilliant idea," she offers, selecting one that interests both of you. "Let's start this one. If we like, it, we'll make it a standing girls' night to continue." She smiles, holding her glass up. "Deal?"

"Deal," you agree, and clink your glass with hers.

It turns out it's a good show, and halfway through the first episode you're done with your wine and are sitting curled up on the couch, almost uncomfortably close together. You'd definitely make more dates to watch more with her, finding yourself glancing at her from time to time. It's kind of exciting, feeling attracted to her, and you contemplate how to make a move on her

At the end of the episode, Arlecchino backs out to the menu so the next episode doesn't auto play. "So, Y/n, what do you think?"

"I'm in," you tell her. "Unless the next one is shit, I'm ready to make this a standing girls' night for a while. And you?"

"Same, but I need a break."

"Chocolate?"

She smiles. "Hmmm, maybe... but I just can't relax for some reason."

If you were going to make a move on her, she's sure setting herself up for you to suggest a massage.

She continues, "I hope you don't think I'm being a rotten hostess, but do you mind if I take that bubble bath? I mean, it's about all I could think about during the show."

It takes a few seconds for you to respond. You blush a little at yourself, naughty images of her taking her clothes off and stepping naked into the tub and caressing her body with slick foamy suds fleeting through your mind. "I mean, I won't... I'll wait, if you'd rather."

She smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, I wouldn't leave you alone, yeah, that would make me a bad hostess."

"No, no," you answer, snapping out of what you're afraid had become a mini fantasy. "I was just thinking..."

"What?"

"...that I'm jealous, that a bubble bath sounds really good." You have a nervous laugh together. "So, I may ask for a turn after you. You know, be a bad guest and leave you by yourself for a while."

"No worries," she says, giving you a friendly (or, more-than-friendly?) pat on the leg. "We'll play it by ear." She gets up and grabs your glasses, carrying them to the kitchen ahead of you. Your eyes drop to her plump ass, admiring the way it sways. You could see yourself getting some of that, and wonder if she'd be willing to give you some. You find yourself more intently noticing the curves of Arlecchino's breasts and butt while you help her put away some things in the kitchen.

Quite nervously, you decide, what the fuck, and just say what you hope you're both thinking. "So... I have a solution to the 'not-being-a-bad-hostess and not-being-a-bad-guest' thing". Your voice is shaking just a bit. She raises her eyebrows, encouraging you to continue. "We could get in the bath together."