Trapped in my web: arlecchino x reader one shots

Switching sides :the end

After you're cleaned up (your hands and nether regions got delightfully... well, fragrant) and dressed, and the music is switched off, the two of you are back out on the couch, with chocolate, watching another couple of episodes of your show. Arlecchino has gotten her second wind, refreshed from the relaxing bubble bath and your sexual experience.

Late into the night, you hear voices outside and the door clicking and rattling. The guys are home.

"Oh, you're still up," Wriothesley says as they enter. "We were trying to be quiet."

You greet them by pausing the show and getting up to give them welcoming kisses. "How was the game?" you ask.

"Ah, shit, we lost-"

They spend a couple minutes venting, re-telling each other, you're sure not for the first time, about the wrong players starting and that one player who messed up something and blah, blah. They force themselves to give you ladies a little attention when you look at them with your arms crossed.

"How about you?" Wriothesley asks. "How was your girls' night?"

"Ah, you know," Arlecchino replies, as you and she look at each other nervously, "exciting as usual. We found a show to binge. Might make this a regular thing." She smiles at you, and you bite your lip. "Oh yeah, and we got naked and took a bubble bath together, so there's that."

"Shut up, you," you reprimand her, hitting her in the arm.

"Ha ha," Neuvillette says.

"Yeah, I'd like to see that," Wriothesley teases.

"Pictures, or it didn't happen!" It's obvious that the guys take this as a joke, not really even giving it much thought, starting up again about their team being losers and whatnot.

"You could switch sides," you offer, giggling. You look sideways at Arlecchino, whose eyebrows are raised.

"Uh, what?" Neuvillette looks annoyed.

"Yeah, I'd rather gouge my eye out than side with those fuckers," Wriothesley says.

"I don't know," Arlecchino says, "Y/n has a point." She smiles knowingly. "Sometimes going for the other team... gives you, well, a new perspective."

"You don't just fucking go support someone else just because they're winning," Wriothesley says.

"Yeah, no one's giving us ten million dollars, like when players do it," Neuvillette says.

"Switching sides... has its perks, sometimes?" you tease, and you and Arlecchino both giggle.

"What are you laughing at?" Neuvillette scowls at you.

"Oh, I just think it's silly that you two are so mad about sports stuff you have no control over."

"Not funny, Y/n," Wriothesley says.

"Yeah, they're just trying to get a rise out of us," Neuvillette tells him.

They have no idea why you and Arlecchino are giggling and looking at each other, and Neuvillette is annoyed enough that he changes the subject as he slumps down in a chair. The four of you get caught up in some chit-chat before you go. You're not that talkative, rather replaying the events of the evening in your head, wondering if and when you might continue your little tryst with Arlecchino. Your first experience was pretty tame all things considered, and you smile to yourself as you realize it's left you wanting more. You could finger each other's vaginas deeply... sucking fingers... oral sex ... scissoring... dovefucking... super dirty talk... more sexy positions... different rooms... ooooh, and toys! You're getting wet thinking about the possibilities.

"So, boys," you ask Neuvillette and Wriothesley, shooting Arlecchino a quick glance, "when is your next game day?"

The End