Info - shy boy, inexperienced Timmy, nervous, moving slow, boob obsessed, over the pants touching, some teasing, cumming in pants, embarrassment, sub space, praise, a little humiliation, submissive male
"Timothée?" I asked. I waved a hand in front of his face. His eyes were saucer plates, and his mouth hung agape. I was starting to get a bit worried as he continued his silence. This had not been what I was expecting at all.
Timothée and I had gone out a couple times, and we really liked one another. He was gorgeous, smart, sweet, thoughtful, and talented. However, he said since he'd been a theatre kid his whole life he hadn't seen much action.
I was a bit more experienced and I said I could guide him. I'd asked if he'd like a kiss while we were watching the movie for our date. One thing led to another. Soon we were making out.
He was shuddering and fumbling and I was reassuring him. I'd guided his hand up to my breasts. He'd sucked in a breath so sharp I'd been worried about him. He begged me to continue, so I'd pulled off my top and bra. This was when everything had lurched to a stop.
"They're so big," he whispered. He blinked a couple times.
"Yes?"
"And so round."
"Timothée, you've seen breasts," I chuckled awkwardly.
"Not ones as perfect as these," he scoffed. I felt a smile grow on my face.
"So you do like them?" I checked.
"Like them? I love them. Oh my goodness I'm so sorry did you think I didn't?" He asked worriedly.
"Oh, y/n, I'm sorry. I just I get so flustered. You set my whole body on fire and I feel so lucky just to be able to touch you. I should just go and-"
He stood up abruptly and began to leave. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. He tripped a bit and fell face first into my breasts. I was now laughing. Timothée was bright red and looked horrified.
"I'm such a shit," he grumbled as he sat up.
"No, baby," I said, reaching out and cupping his jaw. He made a small whiny sound. I had to admit it was adorable.
"Let's just go slow," I comforted him.
"This is just nothing like I imagined," he explained.
"What did you think it would be like?" I asked rubbing his back.
"Well for one, I-I imagined me being smooth and not falling into your tits, or making you feel like I don't like them," he murmured. He still hasn't looked at me.
"Timmy, stuff isn't like in the movies. I am charmed by you. I really like you," I admitted.
"You do!" He asked excitedly, whipping his gaze towards me. His eyes immediately went down and he groaned as he saw my breasts again.
"Timothée," I whispered. I leaned into him. He gasped again when my boobs were pressed against him.
"I like you so much, I am very attracted to you," I said, taking his face in my hands, I kissed him slowly. I showed him how sweet passion could be.
"B-but, you're so lovely," he whispered. "I want to worship you. How can I do that if we takes things slow?"
"Timothée not everything had to be ripping bodices, and not everything has to end in orgasm to be pleasurable. We can just, enjoy one another. Plus, you don't need to use genitalia to worship someone."
I ended with a smirk. I leaned back so he could see everything I had to offer. His eyes were wide again.
"See," I purred.
"You can worship with your eyes," I said as I I ran the pad of my thumb under his doe eyes. I ran my finger down to his lips. He was breathing heavily.
"Or with your mouth," I suggested.
"M-My mouth?" He gulped.
"Even, your adorable nose," I said, tapping it. "By inhaling my scent."
"Holy fuck," he breathed.
"Come here," I said, coaxing him to me. He moved closer. I took his shaky hands. I lifted his large palms to my breasts.
He let out a breathy laugh as he massaged. A gorgeous grin spread across his face. His thumbs tentatively swiped my nipples. I moaned as they began to harden.
"Did that feel good?" He asked immediately.
"Yes," I nodded encouragingly.
He became more enthusiastic now. He was swiping and rolling my nipples. I was getting breathless. He was beaming at my reactions.
"I want, fuck, I want to-" he was blabbering.
"Tell me angel," I simpered. He squirmed.
"Oh Timothée, is my baby already hard. Just from touching my boobs and nipples?" I cooed and moved closer.
"I-I, f-fuck," he was a nervous wreck who couldn't speak.
I grabbed him by the collar and swung him down. So I cradled him like a baby. I smirked at his shocked expression.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself, you're so cute," I said.
"This feels better than anything ever," he sighed.
"My boy," I smiled. I ran my hands through his hair as he looked at me with the most precious eyes. He looked like a puppy. I heard small whines coming from his throat.
"Good boy, you're my good boy," I assured him. I kissed his forehead gently.
"Ohhhhh y/n," he quivered. I guided his head softly. He was very slow going. He tentatively nuzzled his nose against the skin of my breast. He inhaled deeply.
"That's it, don't be scared," I encouraged.
He closed his eyes as I rubbed my hands down his chest. He was breathing easier now. He placed several kisses to my nipple before finally closing his mouth over it.
"There's my good baby," I praised him. He was suckling now. I tentatively moved my hand down to his crotch. He made the most adorable submissive noise when I began to rub the bulge there.
He groaned deep in his throat as I kept it up. I rubbed him over his pants as he moaned and writhed, all the while sucking on my nipple.
"Good boy, good angel," I crooned. He was still pink with blush but I could tell he was in bliss.
"This is heaven," he gasped, coming off for a moment.
"I know sweetie, it's where you were meant to be," I promised.
"B-but, if you keep touching-" he cut himself off.
"What?" I asked, knowing exactly what was happening. I rubbed faster now. I made a pouty face at him, mocking his shyness.
"Is it so easy to get you riled up? Such a shy boy? Awww poor baby. Just say something and I can stop, but you don't want that do you handsome?" I teased.
"Mmmmmm," he let out a muffed cry. He shoved his face into my breast as he came. I felt the damp stain grow on his pants as he moaned pathetically.
I expected him to jump off my tit, apologise a hundred times, and run away from me. Instead, he smiled blissfully on my nipple as the cum spread.
"Good boy, just suck," I soothed him. I let him know he'd done nothing wrong by holding his hand as he contentedly continued.
