> You peek out from your hiding place in the pantry
> Adagio is about to bring the last bite of lasagna to her lips when a funny look crosses her face
> The fork clatters on the table, and she dashes off
> You slip out and follow at a more dignified pace
> The bathroom door slams shut as you round the corner, and you hear the rustle of cloth
> You creep forward, holding your breath
> Adagio groans, and you hear some splashing
> Sounds like your plan is a success
> You open the bathroom door and your thieving roommate stares at you in shock
> Your own eyes are drawn to her legs, tightly clenched together, her shorts and such piled around her ankles
> "Anon? What the hell are you-"
> Then her eyes narrow
> "You did this, didn't you?"
> You try to ignore your hardening member
"Of course. Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice my food going missing?"
> Adagio clenches her fists in her lap, a shudder running through her
> You hear some staccato plopping, with the small squeaks of gas leaks
> "Ugh, fine, well played. Now get out."
> And yet all she does is glare at you from her throne
"Hmmm, I have a better idea."
> You crouch down and seize the clothes around her ankles
> "Hey! What do you think you are doing?"
> She kicks at you, but her legs are pretty tangled, so it doesn't do much
> Well, except,
> 'pfflaaaaaaabbtttt'
> Adagio is mortified, her struggles ceasing immediately
> You pull the clothes all the way off, discarding all but the red panties
"Pretty impressive, Fromagio."
> "Sh-shut up! And let go of my panties!"
> You give the lacy undergarments a considering look
"I don't think so. Why don't you take them back?"
> Then you stuff them inside your boxers
> Your boner politely informs you that women's underwear feels very comfortable
> Adagio suddenly stands up, her face contorted in anger
> Her foot comes rocketing towards your crotch, and you barely dodge in time
> You fall back a few paces, and Dazzle's intestines growl
> She promptly sits back on the toilet, just in time to make some splashes
> She gazes at you with hatred in her eyes
> "The moment my bowels recover, you're dead, Anon."
> To be fair, she has expressed similar sentiments before
> You suspect she likes a little antagonism in her home life
"Promises, promises. But I think your behavior deserves special consideration."
> Adagio leans back in apprehension
> "What are you talking about, Anon?"
> You unzip your pants
"This."
> You pull out your dick, and wrap her panties around it
> "Don't you dare!"
> You start stroking, luxuriating in the silken texture of her warm panties
"Mmm, this feels good. I'm going to have to do this more often."
> "Get your own panties, you pervert!"
> You speed up your stroking
"Oh yeah, get angry with me, call me names!"
> Adagio looks horrified
> You draw carefully closer, keeping out of the range of her legs and stroking all the while
"Unf, girl, you scowl so good."
> Adagio's expression flickers between incandescent anger and...
> She's staring at your cock, with something like hunger
> "S-stop, you idiot!"
> You begin to emphasize your pelvic thrusts into the delicate fabric of her panties
"Oh, give me more baby!"
> She shifts her legs slightly, her thighs rubbing against each other
> "You d-disgust me! How dare you profane my unmentionables with your..."
> You're getting close, stroking furiously
> "With your putrid, reeking, moldy banana of a penis!"
> You thrust hard, cum soaking in and through the thin fabric, your dick twitching in your grip
> Adagio's legs draw up involuntarily, and her cum splashes into the toilet bowl
> She leans back against the water tank, breathing heavily
> You pull the panties off your dick, and open them up a little
> Looks like you got dead center, and a little on the back and front
> "This changes nothing, Anon. J-just because I-"
"You like fighting. Dominating and being dominated."
> Color rises to her cheeks
> You kneel before her, and you see the first hints of a smile
> "You do understand. The sudden changes, the low brought high, and the high brought low."
> You grin at that
"Then you'll love this."
> You slip her feet through the holes and draw up her cum-soaked panties up to her knees
> She squawks in surprise, feebly trying to push you away
> No use, Adagio has no real good leverage
> You wrestle with her legs, and eventually bring them up a little 
> You tug the panties up, cum smearing between her clenched thighs
> "Stop! I still have to poop!"
> You look into her angry, worried eyes, and say,
"Thus always with tyrants."
> With that you yank the semen soaked panties all the way up, lifting her a little off the toilet
> You can see the dampened fabric invading the gentle curves of her camel toe, and a particularly wet part get wedged up her sweet ass
> She closes her eyes and whimpers, her intestines rumbling
> It's quite the alluring sight, the formerly proud Adagio with her legs pressed against her chest, a clear view of her groin
> Fuck, you're hard again
> You press your cock between her thighs, somewhat lubed from your previous efforts
> Her eyes snap open, that same mix of anger and desire as before
> "Don't tell me you're going to fuck me like this."
"Nah, just your legs."
> As you are about to start thrusting, she widens the gap between her legs
> It's like humping air
"Well, I guess I could just fuck you normally."
> You prod the silk over her lower lips with the head of you cock
> She legs snap shut immediately, and she scowls
> "Fine, fuck my legs."
> That's more like it
> You start to grunt as you thrust in between her thighs, who knew leg jobs could be so good?
> Then Adagio grimaces, and a steady stream of dripping becomes audible
> You check her crotch, only to find a brown stain spreading from the back
> The distressed face of that siren is delicious
> You resume thrusting, pressing against the underside of her legs
> You bring your face close to hers, and her breathing becomes more shallow
> Her mouth is partially open, and very inviting
> Your tongue plunges into her mouth, languidly tracing every curve and crease of her mouth
> Her moans are muffled by your assault
> You keep violating her thighs, feverishly seeking release
> You break the kiss and pause by her cheek
> You find yourself getting close
> Both of you are breathing very quickly, from the kiss, or from the expectation of what's to come
> You lick her cheek, from mid-jawline to the crest of her cheekbone
> She shudders, her hips gyrating in time with yours
> Adagio throws her head back, tears welling in her eyes
> She whispers, "Fuck. Oh yes, fuck!"
> At that, your thrust one last time, burying your cock in the soft flesh of her legs, cum spurting out onto her shirt and into her cleavage
> You keep twitching a little longer, her thighs sliding, shifting, and milking your manhood
> Finally you take a few steps back, and admire your handy work
> Adagio sits on the toilet, arms limp at her sides, legs splayed and panties wet with three different bodily fluids
> Her semen-spattered chest heaves, and her mouth gapes open
> Aria pauses in the hallway, taking in the scene
> She gives your softening penis a congratulatory pat
> "Nicely done, Anon."