Niall Blurbs

Small and Insecure

You stared in the mirror, your eyes raking over your reflection in the lingerie. [] Your chest size was pitiful. It made you embarrassed to be with a man that seem so fascinated with tits. You were barely able to fully fill an A-Cup. You had to pick particular lingerie that emphasized the bust more so. You touch your breasts lightly over the lingerie and almost pout.

With a deep breath, you turn fro the mirror. You had to go woo your man, without a large chest. Sex for the first time is about to be a bitch. All you could think about how your boobs won't bounce when he thrusts into you or when you ride him. You couldn't even let him fuck your tits!

Niall was laying on the bed, a sheet over himself. "Well, well, look at ya, ya sexy minx." He obviously was oblivious to your inner turmoil about the lack of chest you had. Niall thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Your chest size had nothing to do with it. "C'mere." He pats his lap a bit.

You smile and go to sit on his lap. "You look utterly beautiful in dat, ya know?" You flush and lean forward to kiss him lightly. He deepens the kiss and rubs your side gently.

He had you riding him and you weren't into it. You had seen before and it was always that much better if the girl who was riding him had tits that would be bouncing everywhere.

In mid-moan, Niall looks up at you and goes to grip your chest. Sure, there wasn't too much, but that didn't matter. Tits were tits. But as his hands came to cup your boobs you pulled back a bit. He frowns and reaches forward again-you just pull back again.

Niall stops his movements and goes to grip your hips to stop you. "Wha' is't?" He asks, frowning.

"What?" You ask, panting, confused as why you were stopped.

"Why ain't you lettin' be touch yer tits?" Niall is trying to control his breathing.

"I-uh-"

"Don' lie." He glares.

"It's 'cause they are so small. I know you like big boobs. And-"

Niall cut you off as he sits up and kisses you. "No, they are perfect. They are nice 'n' perky." He murmurs.

"But they are so small!" You whine.

"Stop. They are perfect." He takes a breath and raises his brow, "I have to admit that I like all tits. As the saying goes, 'Anymore than a mouthful is a waste.'" Niall shrugs a bit.

You smile softly, "Really?"

"Really really." He smiles back and cups your cheek gently. "We okay to go?" He murmurs.

With a nod, you start to move your hips up and down on him again.