summary: jack gets jealous when he watches another doctor tend to you.
warnings: fluff, swearing, age gap, reader is 28, jack is 50, jealous jack
words: 786
a/n: soooo i had some time so this is out early! this is gonna be part of a sugar daddy series so please let me know if you want to be tagged. hope you guys enjoy xo
Your relationship with Jack Abbot started off unconventional and uncomplicated, he had just been a rich benefactor. He’d watched you at your two jobs, one of them being the diner he frequented before work and the other was the coffee shop he sat in after. He’d watch you work your ass off, but you were still struggling.
After your shift one night he had proposed the idea of him helping you with school and your bills. And in return? All he wanted was a few nights of your time, to take you on dates and to hospital fundraisers, he was lonely. You were okay with that, so what if the devastatingly handsome doctor didn’t want to kiss you?
You’d managed to shove your feelings down, that was until you saw a paparazzi photograph of him with a beautiful woman, a woman his age. Jack had found you that night, crying at the bus station. He wiped your tears and told you the woman was his sister. That was the night he had kissed you and everything changed. Three years on, you were in your last year of school. You weren’t quite Jack’s girlfriend, but you belonged to him.
On one random Tuesday in April, you found yourself sitting under the fluorescent lights of the hospital with what you hoped wasn’t a broken hand. Jack was currently away at a hospital conference and he was due back the following day. You knew that he would want to know you were at the hospital but what could he do from miles away?
A young doctor popped his head in before walking over, he looked twitchy and nervous, he must have been an intern.
“Hi, I’m Dr Whitaker, what seems to be the problem?”
“Um,” you wince as you move your hand, “I fell in Pilates and my hand really, really hurts. I think it might be broken.”
“Damn, Pilates is brutal,” he chuckles.
You flush as you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, “I tripped on the way into class.”
Dr Whitaker smothered his laugh with a cough as he typed some information into the system before wheeling over, “let’s take a look.”
He gently took your hand but before he could get much further, the door swings open. You gasp as you see Jack in the doorway, though he’s not looking at you. His dark eyes are trained on Whitaker.
“Whitaker,” his voice is deathly quiet, “Robby needs you in trauma one.”
“But, I,” Whitaker started.
“I said go, now. Go be useful somewhere else,” his eyes flash, his voice so deadly that Whitaker quickly scrambles out of the room.
Without a word, he walks over and kisses you. Hard. When he pulls away, he cups your cheek and kisses your forehead, “what are you doing here?”
“Came back early to surprise you, needed to drop something off here first,” he mumbles against your skin, “got here just in time to see Whitaker with his paws all over you.”
“He was just doing his job.”
“Sugarplum, his job,” he starts, gently rotating your wrist, shooting you an apologetic look when you wince, “was to assess the damage, not cradle your hand like it’s a fuckin’ art piece,” he presses a kiss to your wrist, “just a bad sprain, angel.”
“You were mean to him,” you pout. Jack pauses as he looks up at you, “mean?” he scoffs “you’re mine, sugarplum.”
“Does he know that?” you knew everyone that Jack worked with but you hadn’t recognised Whitaker. He must have been new.
“No,” Jack grumbles, averting his eyes.
“You should apologise to him.”
Jack barked out a laugh, his eyes crinkling. His laughter abruptly stopped when he looked back at your face.
“You serious?”
“Yep,” you raised an eyebrow at him as you sat back on the exam bed, just waiting. Sometimes Jack had to be reminded that people had feelings.
With a huff and a roll of his eyes, he stalked out of the room, the door banging behind him. You had a perfect view through the glass. You watch Jack walk up to Whitaker who was charting, he obviously wasn’t needed in trauma one. Jack spoke with him, gesturing with his hands as he glanced at you, after a couple of minutes, they shook hands and Jack walked back to you.
“Done?” you grin as he grumbles and wraps up your hand.
“I’m taking you home, smartass,” he helped you up, “got a present for you.”
“Last time you said that, I had to take the morning after pill.”
He laughs as he holds your good hand, “I promise it’s safe this time,” he kisses his cheek, “missed you Sugarplum.”
summary: you and jack talk about what's next for your relationship.
warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff
words: 1k
a/n: part 2 of my sugardaddy series! you don't have to read these in order at all, they can be read as one shots! hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! xo
Jack’s shifts at the hospital was a blessing and a curse, you hated sleeping without him, hated waking up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. On the other hand, you loved it when he crawled back into bed in the early hours of the morning, wrapping his arms around you.
You were woken up by a clang and the sound of Jack cursing beneath his breath, “baby?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes as you sit up.
“Aw, honey,” he kisses your forehead as he grabs his crutches, “didn’t mean to wake ya.”
“Thought you’d left for work already,” you watch as he grabs his prosthetic.
He nods, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “said to Robby that I’d be going in a little later than usual. They can handle things for a bit longer without me,” he kissed your mouth, “and besides, I like watching you sleep.”
“Creep,” you giggle, pushing at his shoulder.
He chuckles, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder before he pulls back and lifts a shirt over his head, his eyes on you the whole time, “I hate leaving you,” he sighs as he buckles his belt.
“I know baby, but I’m just gonna be sleeping.”
He nods, “you remember the rules, right?”
You sigh, rolling your eyes, “yes, I won’t open the door to anyone that I don’t know, and if it’s you, you’ll call first.”
Jack forgot his keys a lot of the time, “good girl,” he checks his watch, pulling a face, “I really gotta go,” he presses one last kiss to your skin, “I’ll bring you bagels,” he promises, calling over his shoulder as he leaves.
It took you a while to get back to sleep, you made a cup of tea, watched a couple of episodes of your favourite TV show and mindlessly scrolled through tiktok. You only put your phone down when Jack messaged you on Instagram, ‘I can see that you’re active. Go to sleep sweetpea.’
Sleep came easier after that; you were exhausted from school so you practically passed out after winding down. You were gently woken hours later by the smell of antiseptic and warm bagels, and the feeling of two arms wrapping around your waist.
“Hi, Jacky,” you mumble sleepily.
He hums, nuzzling into your hair, “hey, sweetpea.”
“How was work?”
“Long,” he sighs, smoothing his fingers through your hair.
You turn round to face him, knowing he liked to talk a bit to wind down. He’d left his glasses on and you were sure that you’d never seen a man look more gorgeous. You barely saw him without his glasses, he was worried that they made him look too old.
“Can I help you?” he looked over his glasses at you and that one look practically made you swoon.
“You look so good in those glasses baby.”
“Oh, these old things?” he mumbles, his neck and the tips of his ears flushing red as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Mhm.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you onto his lap, making you squeal, “and how lucky am I that the most gorgeous girl in the world loves an old man like me?”
“Hmm,” you start, hands flat on his chest, “you’re pretty good in bed,” you grin as you lean down to kiss him.
Jack chuckles against your mouth, the deep rumble vibrating through his chest and he cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin.
“Is that all I’m good for?”
“Well,” you pretend to think about it, giggling when he rolls you over onto your back again, pressing a light kiss to your nose, causing it to twitch, “you know I love you, right?”
“I know sweetpea, I love you too,” he glances at the bagels he’s left on the side, “you hungry?”
“Hmm, not really. Can we heat them up later on?”
“Course we can, let’s get some sleep, huh?” he wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his chest.
When you woke again, it was early afternoon and the sun was seeping through the curtains, casting the room in a yellow glow. Jack was in the bathroom and lingered in the doorway with a smirk on his face as you sit up and rub your eyes.
“Hungry, sleepy girl?” you laugh and nod, stretching your arms above your head, “let’s go and heat those bagels up, huh?”
You nod and get out of bed, following him down the stairs, “salmon and cream cheese?” he asks as he passes you a glass of juice.
“Yes please,” you sit at the counter and sip your orange juice.
Even though Jack was only heating up some bagels, the scene felt strangely domestic and you asked a question that had been on your mind for weeks.
“Jack?”
“Yeah, sweetpea?”
“You know we’ve been going out for a few years? Well I was wondering what you thought about our future?”
He frowns as he glances at you over his shoulder, “like kids?”
You’d already had the conversation, Jack didn’t want kids, he didn’t want to be an old dad, as he called it. And you, you were too selfish for kids.
“No, not kids but I was thinking maybe we get our own place,” you loved the penthouse, you had everything you wanted but it never really felt like your home, “a place for me and you.”
He came over to you and put a plate in front of you, “like a house?”
You nod, biting your lip, “and maybe a puppy.”
Jack chuckles as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, “a house with a yard, huh? You want a pool too?”
Your eyes lit up with excitement, glad he wasn’t freaking out or telling you it was too soon, “do you think we could?”
“Course we could, I’m off next week so we can have a look at some houses. Now come on, eat before it gets cold, again,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
