Single Dad!Ash (for Maddy)
buzz. buzz. Silence. buzz. buzz. Silence. You sigh and make a fist to knock on the front door when you hear a noise from inside the big house. “Coming!” A thick accent yells and you hear steps coming closer and a baby crying. “Hi.” A man with fluffy hair and a big smile greets you. You look down and see baby vomit on his green sweater and food on the baby’s face. “Hello!” you smile and reach a hand out to shake. “You must be Maddy?” “Yes. Good to meet you, Mr. Irwin; is it?” “Yes. Thank you so much for coming on such short notice.” He says loudly over the baby crying. “It’s no problem, really. And who’s this!?” You reach for the two-year old and she stops crying and looks surprised. “This is Amelia, and she likes you haha. Why don’t you come in?” He asks and hands over his daughter. You walk into his home and see a young boy about seven years old sitting on the floor building with Legos. “Riley, this is Miss Maddy, and she’ll be keeping an eye on you and your sister tonigh-“ “I know, daddy. Another babysitter.” He speaks as if he’s older than he is; not looking up from his creation. “Well then.” Mr. Irwin says and brushes his hands on his already dirty sweater. “I think I’ll head upstairs to wash up for my date tonight. Again, thank you so much!” he walks upstairs quickly. You decide to sit on the couch, after getting a cloth from the kitchen to wipe off Amelia’s face. “So, you like Legos?” you ask the boy in front of you. “Yes. I really like them.” “Me too! I used to build-“ “My daddy’s upstairs so I can say this: you don’t have to be worried, we’ve had many sitters before. My daddy goes out with pretty girls sometimes but they’re not my mommy. I want my mommy to come home, but daddy says she can’t.” Shocked, you struggle to gather the words for a sentence, “I’m not nervous, you two seem like great kids! I’m sorry about your mommy, I hope your daddy finds a good woman though, he seems nice.” “She has a new husband now.” “I’m really sorry about that, Riley.” You frown; this poor family. “It’s okay Miss Maddy,” he smiles, “We are a happy family.” You smile and brush some of Amelia’s hair out of her face and she giggles. “How do I look?” a strong voice says from the top of the stairs. Mr. Irwin makes his way down the steps and stops at the bottom. Wearing loose, yet fitting dark jeans, a light blue button up, under a grey sweater and dress boots; he looks way better than in vomit. “Well I like you better without baby throw-up on your shirt.” you giggle. “I felt it wasn’t that casual of a date.” he laughs. “You look great, Mr. Irwin. She’s one lucky girl.” you smile and stand up from the couch with Amelia on your hip. “Why, thank you.” he smiles. After an awkward silence for a few seconds he claps his hands together and leads you into the kitchen. “Her bottle is in the fridge, formula instructions are on the box, but I’ve already fed her so I doubt you’ll need to make more than what’s in the fridge. Riley knows where his snacks are, uh, no tv after 9, school tomorrow; and-uh…I think you’re all set. It’s 7:43 now so-oh shit!” He gasps and covers his mouth with his hands after cursing. You look at him wide-eyed and Amelia laughs at her daddy’s embarrassed face. “That’s a dollar!” Riley says from the floor. “I know, bud. Thank you.” he blushes and places one in a jar. “Anyway, I’m running late, I should be home by 10:30-ish and, as you just heard, NO cursing!” he laughs and heads to the front door. You can’t help but smile at his embarrassment, he was so cute-Uh oh, you thought to yourself. “Goodbye! See you in a little. Bye Riley, bye Amelia. Love you both very much.” and he leaves.
After a few hours of TV, burning popcorn, taking silly selfies on Mr. Irwin’s iPad, and a few tickle fights, the kids begin to settle down and you put on Nemo to watch together. Amelia falls asleep soon and you carry her to her crib in her room. Riley complains about being tired and walks himself to his room and you tuck him in. When you come back downstairs, you hear a door close and see Mr. Irwin walk in and pull his sweater off roughly and toss it on the couch. You stop mid-way down the stairway. He sits on the couch and runs his hands through his hair, frustratedly. “I take it it didn’t go too well?” You continue down the stairs and pause at the bottom of the stairs. “It started off well; she was funny, thought i was too. She was beyond beautiful and her laugh pulled me in. But there weren’t many things we held in common. The spark was missing. But that all could have changed after more dates but there’s always one thing about me that is a turn off for women.” he paused and you wandered what the hell was wrong with these women, from what you’ve learned about him so far, he seems like an amazing person. “My kids.” You felt your heart break as his voice cracked. He stood up and walked to the back porch, opening the door and walking out on it. “No woman wants a man who has kids from a previous marriage.” “That’s ridiculous.” you say under your breath. “What?” “I said that’s stupid. I’m not sure what women you’ve been seeing or where and how you meet them, but you should start looking elsewhere.” “I don’t follow.” he turns to you. “Well obviously the woman you need HAS to accept the fact that you’re divorced with kids. And that should not be a determining factor in a relationship. Those women may be beautiful and perfect on paper but they’re obviously shallow if they haven't even attempted to try and meet your children; and trust me they’re awesome kids!” “How do you know I'm divorced?” he comes closer. “Riley likes to talk.” you nervously say, realizing you know more than he wanted you to know. “I’m sorry i should just leave-” you turn to go back inside. “No.” you turn back around to see him looking you up and down. “Yes, I am divorced. She was having an affair and I found her in our bed with another man. I took the kids and left immediately. Amelia was only a couple of months old at the time and Riley was too young to understand what was happening, but old enough to get to know and love his mom. I gained full custody of them both within the last year and my ex is now married to that other man. It was difficult, but we moved on and the three of us are happy, but I date actually mostly for them, for a mommy for them.” he looks down and puts his hands in his pockets, shrugging his shoulders at the last part. You try to take in all that he’s told you, mentally screaming because of that thick accent. It takes you a minute to respond and he notices. “I’m sorry, that was way too much-“ he smiles and puts a hand on his forehand. “No, no. It’s totally fine. Thank you for telling me that,” you look up and meet his stare again, those attractive eyes shimmering at you, “I think you’re way too good for those women. They don’t deserve another thought if they don’t want the whole package along with you.” “You’re right. I need to start looking elsewhere.” he steps closer, inches away from your face. Looking down at your lips and back up to your eyes, he looks deep into your eyes for permission. You feel the heat creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks. Looking away from his gaze, you say “Thank you, Mr. Irwin for the opportunity to work-“ “Ashton.” he says softly. “What?” “Call me Ashton.” he says even softer. “Right, Mr. Irw- I mean Mr. Ash-I mean Ashton. I think I should, um,” you lock eyes for the like hundredth time tonight and think to yourself what the hell are you waiting for? kiss him! No you work for him. So!? you could WORK for him. your conscious winks at you. “Why such the hurry?” his accent becomes thicker, if possible and he brings his hand to your lower back. “Mr. Irwin- I” “Ashton.” he softly corrects and pulls you into him, placing the other hand on the side of your neck. Leaning in, he meets your lips and slowly kisses you. Your eyes close quickly and you kiss back. Hot damn what a kisser. He slips his tongue into your mouth and moves his hand to your side and lower back, pulling you closer. Your hands move to his neck and tug on his soft curls at the base of his neck. Pulling back, he breathes then moves to your neck, and a soft moan escapes your mouth and both his hands grip your hips as he smirks into the rough kisses. He sucks on your skin then runs his tongue over the already bruising skin. “Ashton.” you gasp when you nips at your collarbone. He pulls away and takes your hand, pulling you inside, closing the door quickly. Kissing you again in front of the couch, his hand cups your ass and he bites your lower lip. You grab and start unbuttoning his shirt; sliding it off of his arms, still locked at the lips. He lifts you up to sit on the edge of the back of the couch and your hands run over his toned upper body, tracing tattoos you never imagined him to have. “Bedroom?” you say, out of breath. “I can’t make it there. Couch” he says blatantly, slipping your shirt over your head and you stand, pulling your leggings off and tossing them to the side. Thank God I shaved my legs; you think. He walks you around to the front of the couch and you take charge, pushing him gently down on the couch and climbing on top; straddling his waist. You catch your breath and start tracing his muscles again. “Excited, are we, Mr. Irwin?” you smirk and cup his hard-on through his jeans; earning a low groan when you remove your hand. You start to unbuckle his belt and he helps you remove his jeans. You bring your lips to his again and sit yourself on him. The friction of the thin fabric between each other makes you both moan. You start to move back and forth, agonizingly too slow for his liking. “Dammit, Maddy. You fucking tease.” he grabs your hips and moves you faster, but you fight him, wanting to make this as long and as pleasurable as possible for the both of you. He sits up and pushes you back, placing you on your back. “Two can play at this game, darling.” his accent is super thick and his voice is low and full of lust. He slips two fingers into your underwear and starts rubbing your sex slowly. “Oh, Ashton. Faster.” you moan and he smiles, going even slower than before but applying more pressure. One finger slips inside you, followed by another. He starts slowly pumping his hand in and out, building your orgasm. “Oh my god, I’m gonna-“ “Not yet, baby girl.” he stops his movements and pulls your panties off completely, along with unclasping your bra. Kissing you again roughly, he massages your breasts with one hand and rubs your inner thigh with the other; so close to your burning sex. When you both pull away from the kiss you get off the couch and sit on your knees on the carpet, grabbing the hem of his boxers and pulling them down and off, tossing them somewhere with the rest of your and his clothing. He whimpers a bit when you touch him gently, rising up to meet his member, eye-level. You look up at him and notice his darker than before eyes, filled with lust. You look him in the eyes as you slowly take him into your mouth, he’s fucking huge don’t choke you idiot. You grab him at the base of his shaft and move yourself on and off, bobbing your head. “Ohh fuck, Maddy.” he throws his head back and groans, grabbing your hair out of your face. “Thats another dollar, baby.” you say, pulling him out of your mouth. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, babe, that’s 2 quarters.” he groans and pushes himself back into you. You pick up the pace and he moans loudly and deeply; turning you on. “Stop, stop stop.” he huffs and you pull away. “I need to finish in you, damn you’re good at that.” you smirk and he lays you back. Kissing you on your lips, cheeks, neck; marking his territory, moving down to your collarbones, in between your breasts, and along your stomach. You tangle your fingers in his soft curly hair as he moves lower and lower; towards where you need him the most. He gives you a single kiss, “It’s an Australian kiss; down under.” he giggles to himself and lightens the intense mood. He rolls on a condom and kisses you roughly, bringing back the lust. He opens his eyes and looks right into yours as he slides into you slowly, groaning loudly; louder than your gasp as you take in his large size. “Ashton-oh my g-“ You finish in a high moan as he starts moving slowly. “Stop the damn teasing, faster.” you whine. He agrees, needing this as much as you do. He thrusts hard and fast, quickening his pace. “Oh, oh oh, OH!” you yell as he hits the perfect angle. Biting his lip, he re-creates that angle to give you the most pleasure. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl.” he says in your ear deeply. “Keep talking to me, Ashton.” you whine and bite your lip as he moves faster. “Since I first saw you at my front door, I’ve been thinking of how much I wanted to kiss your beautiful lips. Even at dinner I thought of you. And on the porch, that lighting made your ass look so fucking good. Maddy, you feel so fucking good.” He breathes heavily. “Oh, baby I’m close.” “And i made you stop calling me Mr. Irwin because it only made me imagine you whimpering that as I slammed into you over,” he slammed hard, “and over,” he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder to increase the angle of his thrusts, “and over.” he pushes harder into you. “Ashton, Im-“ “Hang on baby girl.” he clenches his eyes shut and his thrusts become sloppy but faster. “Mr. Irwin,” you basically cry out loudly, reaching your climax and scratching your nails down his muscular back. “Holy fuck, yeah that did it.” he groans and you feel him twitch inside you, releasing into the condom. The two of you rode out your orgasms and he kissed you roughly as his thrusts became sloppy. He pulls out and ties off the full condom and throws it away. Ashton then lies on top of you and rests his head in the crook of your neck; grabbing a blanket to cover the two of you on the couch. You run your fingers through his damp hair and close your eyes with a smile. Suddenly, you two awake to the pitter-patter of small footsteps stopping at the top of the stairs. “Daddy! Are you okay!?” Amelia asks. “I’m fine, sweetie.” he giggles. “Are you okay, Miss Maddy?” she asks. “Yes Amelia I’m fine, go back to bed now, darling.” “Okay!” she goes back to her room. Ashton looks up at you and you both laugh a little. “You were right, I should’ve looked for you since the beginning.” “And you owe that cursing jar $9.00” you wink. “You counted?” “Of course, it was hot.” You both laugh a bit and cuddle close until sunrise.