MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Medium

Info - reader insecure about boobs, mental bond, boob obsessed Timmy

I pushed them together and then let them drop. I was so insecure s about my breasts. I bit the inside of my cheek. Were they too big? Or too small? What would he like.

We planned to get a bit more hot and heavy this date, and I wanted to look good for him. He had never seen my breasts. I wore tight high waisted striped black pants, but I hadn't been able to force myself to put on a bra or shirt. I couldn't tell if I was the type who was barreling people over with their huge breasts or if I should be stuffing because of their smallness. I supposed they were, that word, that terrible word. Medium.

Usually medium was thought of as the best of both worlds, but not here. Men didn't ever say they wanted medium boobs. They either liked tiny or big. I sighed, when there was a knock at my door.

"Hello?" I said in confusion, expecting no response and that it had just been a weird house sound.

"Hey baby, sorry about this but you gave me the door code. I just felt like you needed me. I don't know why, but, if you do, I could come in."

"I do," I said with a gulp. He came in and his eyes widened. He bit his lip.

"I know this is a weird start to our night," I said, noting how his eyes didn't leave my chest.

"Uh huh," he said in a daze.

"But I need something from you."

"Anything," he gasped.

"I am so self conscious about my tits," I said weakly.

"What! Why?" He asked in horror.

"They're just...."

"Just what?" He asked.

"They're so medium," I said dismally.

"Can I touch you?" He breathed.

"Of course," I nodded. He was to me in seconds and kissing me while massaging my tits.

"Mmmmf, baby, they're fucking perfect," he said as he grabbed at handfuls over and over.

"Really?" I moaned as he rolled my hard nipples between his fingers.

"Yeah, not too big, not too small, just perfect. I'm already obsessed and I'd love to taste them."

"Let's cancel our reservations and just feast on one another," I begged.

"There's nothing I'd like more," he sighed as he left wet patches all over my chest with his lips.