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Laying back onto Adrienne’s big couch, Marin, having finally finished his soup, let out a tiny silent scream as he was gently scooped up by his host.
“Oh you are just too adorable, my little blueberry.” Adrienne smiled, grabbing his bowl to set it aside and putting him in her lap.
Marin just let out a nervous chuckle, now on high alert after that.
“I’m sorry.” Adrienne murmured into his hair.
“Hmm?”
“You have anxiety, don’t you?”
The look Adrienne was giving him made Marin want to hug her for an hour. She was always so concerned for others’ well being, even if her slight obliviousness implied otherwise.
“And you call me too adorable.”
Hearing that made a smile flash across Adrienne’s face, although it was just for a moment and cut off by a yawn —a cute yawn, of course, because everything she did was cute.
Marin asked if she wanted to head to bed, and got a nod in response.
Tiredly going through the motions of her nightly routine as Marin changed into pyjamas in another room, Adrienne may have forgotten that he was in her house, and may have been a little terrified when Marin opened her bedroom door, using his phone’s flashlight to navigate.
“It’s just me.” The boy laughed, trying to ignore the implications of how Adrienne’s eyes were illuminated in a way that was humanly impossible.
Giving a tense laugh, Adrienne held her long arms out as an invitation for the bluenet to join her in bed.
“Come hither, my king. Your queen demands snuggles.”
Marin’s smile lit her night up like the stars, and her own Cheshire grin likely did the same for him as they cuddled in close under the covers…
“Hmm?”
Adrienne could feel Marin shivering, which, she decided, was obviously no good. To protect her short king from the cold, Adrienne pulled her shirt over him, trapping his majesty against her warm body.
Marin didn’t protest one bit and welcomed the heat, although his face was also being warmed by the realization that Adrienne didn’t wear anything other than a thin oversized shirt to bed.
Adrienne’s way of hugging him with both her arms and her legs had Marin very, very close to her soft chest, which was particularly hot.
In… in both ways. Temperature and… y’know…
Boobs get really warm, ok! Especially ones as enormous as Adrienne’s!
As his mind turned to mush and Adrienne snoozed, Marin’s nerves were set on fire. There’s no way he was sleeping in a position like this!
Adrienne unknowingly responded by pressing him closer, which surprisingly helped. The pressure and whatever those purring vibrations that he was surely only imagining actually did help calm his nerves and turn a compromised, embarrassing position into one of comfort and protection.
He was safe in her tits. Safe and warm as she held him like a particularly treasured plushie.
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As Marin woke up, he found himself suckling on a mouthful of boob.
If only— no! No weird milky thoughts this early in the morning. Jeez.
Careful not to wake his lovely partner, Marin got Adrienne’s breast out of his mouth and snuck away.
Looking in Adrienne’s multiple fridges, he noticed what seemed like an excessive amount of… everything.
“I guess she is a lot bigger than most people. It makes sense that she’d eat more.”
How much more, he wasn’t sure, but making ten crêpes would be a good start, and he could figure out the rest later.
As he was cracking eggs onto another pan after flipping his crêpes, Marin felt a familiar weight be put around the back of his neck.
“Hello, my love.” Adrienne purred, rubbing her boy friend’s shoulders as she put all her weight on him.
Roughly 260lbs of beautiful woman was leaning into Marin Dupain-Cheng as he cooked the two of them breakfast, when he felt her elegant hands creeping under his shirt.
“Do you want me to take my shirt off?” He smiled, giving a small laugh.
“And mine.” Adrienne mumbled into his hair.
Leaving the stovetop for a moment, Marin untied his apron and pulled his shirt over his head before doing the same with Adrienne’s, tossing both articles to the floor and resuming his important task of cooking minimally processed poultry not-fetuses, with Adrienne going back to resting her head and chest on him.
“Don’t burn the crepes, Marin.” She said in a single song voice.
“I know how to cook, Adrienne.”
… shit!
With wide eyes, Marin quickly transferring the crêpes to their plate and let out a nervous laugh.
Seeing Adrienne’s smile did help calm his nerves, thankfully.
“Can I have six eggs?” She asked sweetly.
Marin nodded in response.
I guess I’ll have to make more…
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Pineapples and chocolate hazelnut spread inside crêpes was a great idea, and Marin didn’t know why he hadn’t tried it before.
I need to make these again sometime. He thought as he finished the last of his breakfast.
Looking up as he put his plate away, he saw that Adrienne had a bit of Nutella on her face and, walking back over, wiped it off with his finger.
“Cutie.” He called her.
After Adrienne had cleaned her plate in every meaning of the word, she snuck up behind Marin and scooped him up, laughing as she ran to the bedroom with him in her arms.
Being slammed headfirst into the mattress wasn’t on his bucket list —much less doing it shirtless, but Marin had to admit that it was fun and a lot less uncomfortable than he thought it’d be.
… especially when a certain someone was trying to get his pants off with her teeth…
“Sunshine, come on.” He grinned, undoing the button on his jeans and letting her use her lovely long arms to simultaneously pull them off of him and crawl closer to his face, putting her head on his bare chest and smiling with her eyes closed.
Gosh, her smile is amazing.
And they just sat there for a moment in glorious, comfortable silence…
“I hate to say this, but you’re gonna have to get off my legs if we’re going to cuddle all day.”
“Hmmpf.” Adrienne pouted, grabbing Marin’s hips and rolling the both of them over so she was the one laying on her back.
“Better?” She asked.
“Better.” Marin smiled, before getting his face pressed against Adrienne’s chest.
Realizing that her breasts were splayed out and not properly wrapped around her best friend’s head, Adrienne grabbed them and gleefully smushed them around Marin.
“Drown. Drown in titty flesh for your crimes of being too cute!”
Marin couldn’t help but laugh at that. It’d likely be impossible, but he’d try his best to be suffocated by Adrienne’s tits.
…
“Adri? Sunshine? This isn’t working.” Came his muffled voice from within her boobs.
Pulling him out of her cleavage like a scruffed kitten, Adrienne declared that he’d have to pay for his crimes with one million cuddles instead.
“I can do that.” Marin smiled, wrapping his arms around his model friend as he laid on her chest again.
“Can you move in?” Adrienne asked, “And cook breakfast in a thong if I pay all the bills?”
“Ah— have you been scrolling TikTok again?”
“Nooooo… maybe.” She admitted. “But I put a time limit on it! One hour and then it shuts off.”
“Fine. I’ll move in and wear skimpy outfits in the morning. But only for a week, and I’m stealing that nice guest room you have.”
“The guest room? Sure, but I’ll have to talk with my advisor first.”
“Adrienne, what do you mean ‘your advisor’?”