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Life is keeping me on my toes, so I’m very appreciative that Sir and I managed to have some 1 on 1 time tonight ;) I also see he has been posting & reblogging sexy things on our page. I will get around to posting some pics recently taken later today hopefully. Sweet dreams!

Ashton Irwin Short Fic - Yes, Sir Part 10

(photo not mine)

Category - Short Fic

Smut or Fluff? - Flufffff

Requested? - Nah

Pairing(s) [FC = Fictional Character] - Ashton Irwin/ Shauna Irwin[FC], Ashton Irwin/Malia Thorne[FC]

Word Count - 3,323

Summary - Malia  and her younger brother, Eric, have had a rough  life before  meeting the Irwins. For the past three years, Malia has been  working  as a maid  for the Irwin Family in order to provide for her and  her  little brother. Everything’s going well for her, but that’s only   because   nobody knows about her secret crush on the man of the house,   Ashton   Irwin.

Author’s Additional Comments - HEY GUESS WHO’S IN THIS CHAPTER :D Also in this chapter, you get to see how Ashton really feels about Malia since ya know, I’ve only ever talked about how Malia felt for Ashton. Enjoy!♥

Fictional Characters:

Malia Thorne

Eric Thorne

Shauna Irwin

Alice Irwin

Daniella Irwin

Kira Matthews

Daniel Beckley

Madison Rivers

Troy Ochoa

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

:::::THE NEXT MORNING:::::

I woke up the next morning I was sore everywhere in my lower area. My vagina was sore, my inner thighs were sore, and my ass was sore. Even my jaw was a little sore from that ball gag being in it almost the whole time. I moved my jaw around a little to exercise it and try to make it feel better, but it did nothing. I sighed and sat up, throwing the covers off of me.

Apparently, those actions woke Mr. Irwin, because he stirred in his sleep and then turned toward me, opening his eyes. He yawned and rubbed his eyes before fully opening them and looking at me. He sent me a tired smile and spoke.

“Morning, beautiful.” He said in his deep, raspy morning voice.

“Morning.” I smiled back at him.

He sat up and stretched, letting out a loud noise. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and nuzzled his nose to my neck, making me giggle slightly.

“Sore anywhere?” He asked.

“Yeah. Everywhere that’s needed for me to walk.” I chuckled, and he chuckled also.

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t need to do too much walking today.” He kissed my shoulder.

“And why’s that?” I asked, wrinkling my eyebrows in confusion.

“Its your day off. Remember that?”

I shook my head. “I cancelled all my days off months ago for a bigger salary. Remember that?” I countered. “Besides, its almost 10 and I’m late for work.” I said and started to get out of bed, but he grasped my arm.

“Malia, you’re already here.” He pointed out, then it was silent for a moment as he stared at me. “Why are you so strict on yourself? You decline almost everything I offer you.”

His question made me stop and think. Why was I so strict on myself? I’m always working from dawn to dusk and I hate taking breaks, but I also love them. I hate them because I’m not working to make money, but I love them because they’re so relaxing. I’ve only ever willingly accepted only one of his offers and that was the day after I lost my virginity to him. It was when he told me I could relax until he got home with the kids. Other than that, I’ve declined every other offer he’s given me. Sure, I let him feed me. Sure, I moved in with him, but both of those were things he literally had to order me to do.

“I think its because I’m so used to getting stuff done myself. I’ve taken care of Eric and myself almost all my life, even before we ran away from my mom.” I said and shrugged, looking down at my hands.

“Hey.” He spoke in a gentle tone and I turned my head to look at him. “You’re not alone anymore, Malia. I’m here for both of you.” He told me and I swear I almost cried. He just cares so much and we aren’t even his kids. “C'mere.”

He gestured for me to lay back down with him and I did. He put the covers back over me and pulled me into his chest, letting me snuggle into him. I closed my eyes and I was relaxed for a moment, but then my eyes popped open at a sudden realization.

“Wait…Mr. Irwin, don’t you have work today?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Yes, and I’m also the owner. I’ll just take a sick day. What are they gonna do? Fire me?” He joked and I laughed slightly. “Besides, I’m needed here.” He added in a softer tone, kissing my forehead.

He’s so sweet. Its a wonder why someone like him could be taken for granted. He was humming another random tune in my ear as he held me comfortably and eventually, I fell back asleep.

(*)

I woke up again, but this time it was to a screaming match happening downstairs. Also, I was alone in the bed this time so my guess is that it was Mr. and Mrs. Irwin again. Why does she keep coming back? He obviously doesn’t want her here. Jesus.

“You’re one to talk, Calum! You screwed one of your students, remember that?!” I faintly heard Mr. Irwin yell.

“That’s different and you know it! At least she was of age!” Another male voice yelled back.

I crumpled my eyebrows in confusion. That didn’t sound like Mrs. Irwin at all.

“You’ve known how I’ve felt about her for the longest! Why are you so mad that I finally have her?!” Mr. Irwin shouted.

“She! Is! 17! Years! Old!”

“I! Don’t! Care! I like her, Calum! Hell, I might even love her!”

My heart stopped at that statement. That’s not possible. He can’t love me. I’m…me. I’m not someone who deserves love. Lust, maybe. I’m not that bad looking. But love? No. I mean, sure, I was already falling for him, but I didn’t expect him to actually feel the same way.

Out of curiosity, I got up from the bed and walked to the door, quietly opening it a little bit so I could hear more clearly.

“You can’t love her. You’ve only been intimate with her for like a week, as far as I know. That’s not love, Ashton. That’s lust.” The other man stated.

“I know I’ve only been intimate with her for a week, but I’ve wanted her for so long. Ever since she was 16, I was smitten by her. At first, it was lust. Just pure lust. I only thought about getting her into bed and that’s it. But then, as time went on, I found myself smiling whenever I saw her smile. I found myself grinning from ear to ear whenever I saw her playing around with her little brother. I even found myself completely despising her days off. All I ever wanted was to take care of her and I sure as hell can. I just wanted her to be happy and content with her life. And the fact that me and Shauna weren’t going anywhere with our marriage didn’t help it either. Its as I was falling more and more out of love with Shauna, I was falling more and more for Malia. I–”

“Stop.” The man interrupted him. “Just stop. This is wrong, Ashton. You can’t do this. Its illegal. Believe me if it were someone of age, I’d be hella happy for you, especially since you’re finally cutting that woman you call a wife loose. But she’s a teenager. You can’t–”

This time, Mr. Irwin interrupted him. “Never mind. You don’t understand. I thought that of all people, my best friend would be the one to understand how I feel about this. Do I know its wrong and illegal? Yes. Do I feel somewhat guilty about it? Yes. But do I really feel for this girl? I do. And do I really want her with me for the rest of my life? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

My heart fluttered at his words. He really felt that way about me?

“You’re right. I don’t understand.” The other man spoke up after a moment, making Mr. Irwin sigh. “So help me to. Help me to understand why she’s the one you chose to fall in love with.”

“Okay first off, I didn’t choose to fall for her. Why would I choose to want an illegal love affair?” Mr. Irwin clarified. “Secondly, I’ll go get her. You’ll see what a sweetheart she is and hopefully, that’ll make you understand at least a little.”

My heart completely stopped for a second. I heard Mr. Irwin’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and I panicked for a slight second. I hurried up and quietly closed the door back, running back to the bed and closing my eyes to pretend I was asleep. A moment later, I heard the door open. Footsteps were coming to the bed and I felt him place a hand on me, shaking me slightly.

“Wake up, princess.” He spoke gently. “There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

I opened my eyes and let out a yawn, pretending I had just woken up. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, running a hand through my hair.

“What?” I asked, acting as if I didn’t hear him the first time.

“There’s someone downstairs who wants to meet you.” He repeated. “There’s a few robes in my closet. You can wear one of them to cover up.”

He leaned down and kissed my forehead before heading back out of the room. My heart began to race. What if this man doesn’t like me? What if he still thinks Mr. Irwin is wrong for falling for me? I can only imagine how bad this could go.

I got up from the bed and went inside his closet, picking out a black, fluffy robe. I would’ve chosen the silk, but silk means seduction. I don’t want to come off as that. I looked in the mirror and combed through my hair with my hands, trying to look at least slightly decent for the stranger downstairs. When I was done, I finally headed downstairs.

When I got down there, I saw that the other man was also very attractive. He looked younger than Mr. Irwin though. He was maybe in his mid or late twenties. He had black fluffed hair and his eyes were a very dark brown, almost black color. He was fairly tanned and you could definitely see he spends time in the gym. He was also tall. It looked like he was a bit taller than Mr. Irwin.

The fact that he was attractive added to my nerves.

“Hello.” He greeted, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Hi.” I replied once I found my voice.

I went to go stand by Mr. Irwin and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Calum, this is my maid, Malia. Malia, this is my best friend, Calum.” Mr. Irwin introduced.

I sent him a nervous smile and he awkwardly waved. He looked up at Mr. Irwin and they exchanged looks for a second before Mr. Irwin spoke up again.

“Well, why don’t we all go in the dining room? I’ll make us some tea or something.”

He slid his hand down to my lower back and led me to the dining room, sitting me down next to Calum. Mr. Irwin left the room and went to the kitchen, leaving us alone together. To say I felt awkward and nervous would be an understatement. I looked down at my hands and started fidgeting with them.

“So.” Calum spoke up. “How long have you been working for Ashton?”

“Since I was 14.” I answered, not looking up at him. “How long have you known him?”

“Since we were teenagers. We used to be in a band, ya know.” He told me.

“Really?” I asked, looking over at him.

I can’t imagine someone like Mr. Irwin in a band. Wearing tight jeans and band T-shirts and having wild hair just didn’t seem like his thing. Almost every time I see him, he’s always in a sharp, clean suit. His hair is always neatly combed and styled perfectly. If I saw him in a band, I’d probably see him playing the violin or the triangle, maybe even the cello.

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Ashton was the drummer and I was the bass player. There were two other dudes in the band as well, Luke and Michael. Luke was the lead singer and played the guitar and Michael was the lead guitarist. We all sang, but that was more of Luke’s department. Michael almost dropped out of school for the band, even.”

“Oh. What happened?” I asked curiously.

Mr. Irwin? A drummer? No way. I can’t see it.

“Well, you know who One Direction is, don’t you?” He asked me.

“Yeah, kind of.” I nodded.

“Well, Louis Tomlinson saw our ‘Teenage Dirtbag’ cover on YouTube and he liked it so he contacted us, asking us if we wanted to tour with them. We were stoked. Luke was shaking, I was shaking, Ashton looked like he was gonna pass out, and Michael was almost hyperventilating. But then, we asked our moms and they didn’t like the idea. Well, Ashton’s mom was all for it since he was of age. It took my mom some convincing, but she came through. It was mostly Michael’s mom and Luke’s mom who weren’t too keen on the idea. So, since we didn’t get their approval, we had to decline him. Sometime later, we all went off to college and got our degrees and went on with our lives.” He shrugged. “I still think about what could’ve happened if we actually went on tour with One Direction.”

“Do you still keep in touch with them?”

“Mike and Luke? Yeah. Saw Luke a few days ago, actually. He’s expecting another baby. I’m the only one out of us four who isn’t married with kids.”

“Wow. Mr. Irwin, a drummer.” I said to myself, still in disbelief.

“A damn good one, too.” He chuckled.

“Really, Calum?” Mr. Irwin chuckled.

We both turned around and saw him come in with a tray of three mugs of tea. He set them on the table and sat on the couch opposite of us. I reached for a mug and sipped it, letting the hot tea warm my inside. They both got a mug and did the same, then Mr. Irwin spoke again.

“Were you seriously telling her about our band days?” He asked, a slight smile on his face.

“Yeah. I was reminiscing for a bit.” Calum chuckled.

“How much did you tell her?”

“Everything.”

“Oh god.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“I’m still stuck on you being a drummer.” I spoke up. “No offense, Sir, but you don’t look like the rock band type.” I giggled.

“Well of course I don’t now. I cleaned myself up and got my own business and a wife and kids. I can’t show up to a professional company in black skinny jeans and a Jimi Hendrix T-Shirt with a bandana around my head and drumsticks in my back pocket.” He laughed, and we laughed also. “You know I still think about what could’ve happened to us if we actually did tour with them?”

“Same here. I wonder if we would’ve had a big fan base or whatever they call it.” Calum stated.

“No. People would hate us. They’d throw tomatoes at us.” Mr. Irwin joked. “'Who the fuck are these guys and why does that dude have pink hair!’.” He added while laughing and Calum laughed also.

“Oh fuck, Michael did have pink hair!” He laughed louder. “I remember I had to be there with him when he shaved his head. He squeezed my hand so tightly, my fingers turned fucking blue!”

“Well if he didn’t fucking dye it so much, it wouldn’t have died.” Mr. Irwin chuckled. “You can’t say I didn’t try to warn him.”

“'I do what I want, I’m punk rock!’” Calum said with a deeper voice, probably imitating the guy they’re talking about.

“And then there was Luke’s tall ass lanky self. The guy’s two years younger than me and he’s like a whole fucking foot taller than me.”

“Everybody’s taller than you, Ashton. It doesn’t matter if you were the oldest, you were the shortest with the highest voice.” Calum teased.

“Shut the hell up, Calum.” Mr. Irwin laughed.

I was just laughing along at everything they said while sipping my tea. I’ve never seen this side of Mr. Irwin before. He was completely relaxed and everything that came out of his mouth was a joke. I guess only his closest friends could bring out that side of him. As they were talking, I couldn’t help but notice something.

“Mr. Irwin, where’s the kids?” I spoke up.

“Oh, they’re next door at Mr. and Mrs. Hellman’s. They wanted to go play with their grandkids so I let them. I let them spend the night as well.”

“Oh.” I responded, sipping my tea a bit more.

“In fact, why don’t we do something too? We could go to the mall or something.” He suggested.

“Yeah, sounds alright.” Calum agreed.

I only nodded.

(*)

After I got dressed, we headed to the mall. So far, we went inside Macy’s, Hot Topic, Forever 21, and a candy shop. Mr. Irwin made sure to get me something from every store, no matter how much I declined. Now, we’re sitting in a food court and waiting on our food. Calum’s standing in line and waiting for them to call our order while Mr. Irwin and I are sitting at a table.

“So? How do you like him?” He asked, referring to Calum.

“He’s pretty cool, to be honest. Its crazy how long you two have known each other.” I answered.

“I know right? I think out of that whole band, Calum was the one I was closest with. I even made him promise me that if that whole band thing didn’t work out then we’d never lose touch. Everyone needs a Calum in their life.” He chuckled, and I giggled lightly.

Its still stuck in my mind that Mr. Irwin was actually falling for me. I never would’ve guessed. I thought he just wanted my body and I was completely okay with that. It sort of trips me out that he’d fall for someone like me.

“You know, you remind me a lot of myself. Well, when I was younger.” He commented.

“I do?” I asked, wrinkling my eyebrows.

“Yeah. I was hard on myself too. I basically had to raise Lauren and Harry myself since my mom had to work. Its kind of like you and Eric, you know?”

“Yeah, except my mom didn’t work to take care of us. She doesn’t even deserve to be called a mother.” I muttered, looking down at my hands again.

“What happened?”

“She was a drunk and she was really abusive. She would mostly abuse Eric though, well try to at least. Every time she went after him, I did everything I could to stop her and more often than not, it would result in us fighting.” I explained and he gasped.

“Oh, Malia…” He whispered. “I had no idea you’d been through so much…” He trailed off. “If I did, I would’ve tried harder to stop Shauna from working you so hard.”

“Its fine.” I shrugged. “It was years ago. I’m pretty sure Eric’s forgotten about her.”

“But you haven’t.” He said softly.

I looked back down at my hands and bit my lip to keep myself from crying. He was going to speak up again, but Calum came back with our food. From then on, I was silent.

(*)

When we got back home, it was almost 10 and Calum announced that he had to leave. He gave Mr. Irwin a “bro hug” goodbye, and gave me a hug goodbye as well. I’m guessing I was nice enough for him to like me, or at last approve of me. When he was gone, I started walking to my room but I was pulled back by Mr. Irwin. He pulled me into him and held me, gently rocking us side-to-side.

“Sleep with me tonight.” He spoke after a moment.

“Mr. Irwin, I’m not really in the mood to have–”

“I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about actual sleeping. Ya know, cuddling, kissing, sleeping?”

“Oh. Okay.” I accepted.

He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his room. We both went in and he closed the door behind us, locking it. We both stripped down to our underwear and climbed into the bed, cuddling up with each other. He began stroking my hair and planted a kiss on my forehead.

“Malia?” He said after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“I um…please don’t be creeped out when I say this but…” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I think I’m falling for you. Hard.”

My breath hitched in my throat. I never thought he’d actually tell me.

“Y-You are?” I stuttered.

“Yeah. I’ve been in love before but this time feels so much stronger than the last time.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” I giggled.

“Why?”

“Because I think I’m already in love with you.”