Who Do You Think You Are (Punk - Mature Niall Horan)

Who Do You Think You Are (Punk Niall Horan)

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Chapter One:

I kneeled down in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard quietly, so as not to wake my two year old, Jayden, up from his nap.
I heard keys jiggle in my front door, and I called out softly. "Babe? Is that you?" My fiance, 24-year-old Niall Horan, appeared around the corner, smirking, his eyes dark. "I'm happy to be home, but I haven't seen you in eight months. I need you, now. Right fucking now, Janie."
I bit my lip, tossing my hair over to one shoulder. I smirked and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards me, into a tight hug to breathe in the scent of him before he lowered his head to my exposed neckline. I moaned softly as he traced my collarbone with his tongue, tangling my fingers in his tousled, now-brown hair. I pushed his face close to my chest, as he nipped lightly at the wet spot. He sucked, hard, drawing blood, making me lightheaded. I shuddered, my teeth knocking together as he planted kisses along the sore spot.
"M-maybe we should go in the pool?" I said, the idea for it popping into my head.
"No. Guest room, its farthest from Jayden's room so we won't wake him up. Strip for me, Janie. Please." He began to pull his shorts down, lust taking over his features as the prominent bulge in his briefs became slightly larger as my(his) shirt slid down my shoulders, exposing bare skin. I teasingly pulled down one side of my shorts, batting my long eyelashes at him. His eyes were hooded and dark as he sauntered over to me, pulling my shorts and underwear down in one pull. I tipped his head up with my finger as he unhooked my sports bra, him muttering "So beautiful, princess." under his breath. I fiercely pushed my mouth to his, melding our lips together, tasting his minty breath on mine for the first time in what seems like forever.
"I missed you so much, Ni." I trailed off as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking harshly. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips up for more friction between us.
"Lets just go to the goddamn bed already."He replies, somehow sounding loving, contradicting his cuss word. I jumped up and wrapped my bare legs around his waist and slid his shirt over his head. Slipping my fingers over his tattoo on his chest, my favorite one of his.

Jayden 2:13am September 24, 2015.
Janie 5:26 August 18, 2013. The day I made you mine.

It sounds cheesy, but it still makes me smile. He laid me down gently on the bed, his pupils dialting as his gaze raked over my naked self. I giggled, pulling him down by the back of his neck, forcing his lips on mine as I pulled his briefs down. He slowly moved his hips forward, sighing as he entered me.
"Jesus, J. Are you sure you had a kid, cos you're fucking tight as hell."
I blushed slightly at his vulgar language, but somehow he made it okay, by softly snapping his hips back to meet mine, making the bed squeak gently under him. I bit my lip, eyes scrunching shut in pleasure as he filled me up. "F-fuck Niall. Go faster please."
He obeyed, rolling his hips in tight circles at a much faster pace and I opened my violet eyes to meet lovely blue ones. "Keep your eyes open, J. I want to see you when you come undone." He flipped our positions, me now riding him as he laid on the bed.
I deliberately swung my hips clockwise, knowing I was pushing his prostate and giving him insane pleasure as he thrusted in and out of me.
"F-fuck, J. I love you so much." He groaned as he came, me still bouncing slightly as I met my peak as well.

A few seconds later, we heard a very familiar cry come from down the hall.
"Mumma, is Daddy home yet?"

~A/N~

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