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There are some great things that come with being tall. You get to reach the top shelf easily, get consistently good views of concerts and sports events, and all cats are the size of kittens compared to you.
Thats all good, especially when you’re the stereotypical 6’ 4”, but Adrienne has learnt that there are some not so great things that come with being a good bit taller than that.
She can’t really fit in a lot of cars -which meant that she couldn’t learn to drive in a normal vehicle-, ducking underneath doors could be considered her new hobby with how often she does it, and don’t even get her started on ceiling fans or hanging light fixtures.
Thankfully her riches have made the previously cramped and uncomfortable school desks a lot more roomy, so she can sit down without having to bend her long legs at an awkward angle that risked getting in the way of her classmates.
As she grew, she became more aware of just how much her home was geared towards a taller stature. Ceilings, while not a problem (yet, fingers crossed she stops growing soon), were more than tall enough for her to jump under. The Agreste Mansion’s grand doors were for more than just show, and were the few things that Adrienne and Gabriel didn’t need to duck under. And the cars in their garage were all customized to give both father and daughter sufficient leg and head room.
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Marin has always looked up to Adrienne, both figuratively and literally. She’s been a sort of role model to him.
Adrienne has been consistently kind and supportive of everyone she comes within a five mile radius of (even Hawk Moth, surprisingly), and is always willing to lend a hand when she can (even if it’s just helping him get a strawberry jam jar off the top shelf and then opening said jar of strawberry jam)… until someone tries being malicious to her friends, then she’s a fierce nightmare of a woman who will threaten to fuck your entire future life over because how dare you even attempt to make any of her friends’ lives a living hell when the very sexy, very embodiment of Satan’s lawyer is now chewing you out and lecturing you on proper grammar, dental hygiene, and the various ways someone can and should be kind to their peers.
She’s also almost two feet taller than him, which not only makes him feel like that one meme where a person is overshadowed by a very boob-y silhouette, but also means that her hugs (which are also often very boob-y) are big and warm and can embrace his entire body and make him feel like the most loved being on the planet.
If only he could give hugs like that…
To keep things short (not unlike Marin himself), the boy has a lot to say about Adrienne. He’s also apparently her “short king”, which makes him feel all kinds of warm and appreciated.
“Just you being around makes me happier, my king.”
He’ll never get used to that nickname; or the fact that he can fit perfectly beneath her chest. It feels very… nice. Very heavy, too.
If only she would crush him between her enormous thighs and her tits.
“Looks like someone knows what they want.” Adrienne smirked.
Shit. He didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“I, uh, I mean I want you to—“
His futile attempt to take back what he just said in these very public university hallways was quickly cut off by a long, delicate finger to his lips.
“That can be arranged.” Adrienne said, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning in close.
“I’m not just tall, but also very… flexible.”
Oh kwami. The way she said that made him shiver from his head to his… o-other head… a-and toes, too. Definitely.
Along with all that blush came a certain realization with how he’s been treating his best friend.
“I-I’m sorry, Adrienne.”
“Hmm? For what?”
Goddamn her curious doe eyes are just the second-most adorable and precious thing in the entire world. He doesn’t want to shatter her heart like this.
“For— for viewing you as nothing but tits on a stick. For being a horny pervert who wants to fuck you at every opportunity. For… for…”
He shut up at hearing Adrienne sigh, and braced for the hell he’d surely be subjected to.
“So all that talk about you falling in love with my kind heart back in middle school wasn’t true?” she asked.
“Wha— no that was true, very true. But—“
“Ah, no buts. You either love me for my kind heart and have me love you back in return, or you’re a slutty young man who can’t keep his facts straight.”
Did Adrienne just call him a slut?
“O-oh.” Was all he could respond with.
“C’mere handsome.” Adrienne smiled, picking Marin up for a hug. “You love me, and I love you. So you are going to come to my house, sleep in my bed, wake up to my face, and help me make breakfast. Deal?”
Marin had barely processed the compliment his crush gave him before nodding and agreeing to Adrienne’s deal.
“See you after school, my love. And I’m not just tits on a stick, I have some booty, too.” Adrienne added, booping him on the nose.
Adrienne’s eyes went wide upon hearing the bell that signalled their classes were starting, and, knowing her and Marin shared the next class, picked him up and booked it.
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After school, Marin followed Adrienne to her car and hopped into the passenger seat.
“Is the seat too low?” Adrienne asked, seeing that his line of sight was a good bit lower than hers.
“Um, yeah, kinda. How do you raise them?”
“There’s a bunch of stuff on the side. Mess around with that and you’ll figure it out eventually.”
Once Marin’s seat was adjusted to his liking, Adrienne looked straight ahead, and firmly gripped the steering wheel, a smirk on her face.
“Buckle up, my scarlet prince, it’s ride or die time!” Adrienne said, before accelerating out of the parking lot.