A cute lil blurb about Ni and his tummy.. where he feels insecure or he just gained sympathy weight?! 😍💖😘
“What are you doing?”
Niall frowned in the mirror. He hadn’t realized how pudgy he looked until someone on Twitter said it and now it’s all he could see. He’s lifted his shirt with one hand, the other poked at his belly fat,
“I think I need t’go on a diet.” He states, his voice quiet.
You stumble out of the closet, your eyes huge with confusion and a little bit of incredulity,
“Why?!” You say, your tone a bit more demanding than you meant.
Niall poked his fat again,
“See that? It…moves.”
You step over the pile of dirty clothes and approach him, trying like hell to see what he was seeing but unable,
“I see nothing.”
“Better get yer eyes checked.”
Your mouth turned down in a frown again,
“Niall Horan, if you go on a diet…I’ll-” Your words stop, unable to think of a credible enough threat that he’d let go of the idea.
Niall’s body was your favorite thing in the world. He was so soft and cuddly at night. After a rough day at work the only solace was knowing you’d be snuggled into him like he was a huge body pillow while you both watched TV together. And it wasn’t just that. His soft middle meant you didn’t have to kill yourself at the gym every night. His pudge on his hips meant you could both go out and have a good time and not worry about the extra five or six or ten pounds you might gain. His cushy sides were where you grabbed when he was buried balls deep inside of you and you were about to come but wanted to make it last just a bit longer.
You perked up,
“If you go on a diet, I’ll stop having sex with you.”
Niall pulled his shirt down immediately,
“Want some dinner? Thinkin’ of gettin’ Chinese delivered.”
You walked over to press your lips to his,
“That’s much better.”