Jack Abbot x sunshine!reader road trip (18+ mdni!!)
cw: big age gap (legal), casual daddy kink, a lotttt of fluff, mentions of oral sex, it is implied that the reader works at the hospital a/n: posting this in honor of having my last exam of the semester TOMORROW, I don't have much faith in it, but it is what it is…
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Spending the summer with Jack means either lounging around in a swimsuit in his backyard, eating fresh fruit off his fingers and letting him eat you out under the midday sun; or going on a roadtrip out to his cabin upstate.
You like the first option, but you much prefer the second one. It’s quieter up there, calming, and there’s a boyishness to Jack’s face when he is completely relaxed, not thinking about work and patients, only thinking about what you’ll have for dinner, if he wants to take you hiking or fishing that weekend, or about the amount of orgasms he is planning on giving you.
It’s sweet, the way his shoulders drop, relax, when you’re sat in the car with your feet in his lap, humming along to whatever song is playing. He lets you pick the music as long as you “control” google maps, because he doesn’t get it, it stresses him out. He tells you if it was for him, people would still be carrying folded maps in their glovebox and using those, in fact he still has one there. “It’s for emergencies, what if there’s no service…what if…google crashes, huh?” and you just roll your eyes, press the balls of your feet against his growing erection and tell him “Are we there yet? I’m bored…”
And it’s about the thirtieth time you’ve asked that, so he says “…No, sunshine, we’re not. Like I said before. Twenty more minutes, yeah?” and he’s pawing at your feet, trying to get them off of his cock, but hou just push and prod further, giggling. You can be such a brat sometimes, but that’s okay, he’ll fix your attitude later. But for now he lets you be, lets you entertain yourself so you won’t complain about being bored and your tiktok not working throughout the entire car ride.
He turns the music down when you fall asleep, props your head to the side so you don’t hurt yourself, and keeps on driving. When you get to his cabin, he won’t wake you, not if he can help it. He’ll unbuckle you, lift you up in his arms and carry you to the couch, before returning to the car to take out all your bags.
You wake up on the couch, near the backyard windows, watching as he grills something for dinner. He looks good like that, with his shirt off and his guard down, soft for you, just for you. You walk up behind him, socked feet padding through hardwood floors, then grass.
And your arms wrap around his thick torso, and you rest your head in between his shoulder blades. “Hi daddy…” You greet him sleepily, pressing yourself against his freckled back, and Jack thinks he could get used to this…to early afternoons with you pressed against him, speaking softly to each other, no rush, no talking shop. Maybe when he retires he will retire you too, and he’ll bring you out here, away from the noise of the city and the pitt.
“Hey, sweetheart, sleep okay?”
“Mhm…told you to stop carrying me inside, you’re not thirty anymore, Jackie.” You mumble against his back.
“Alright, alright.” He turns around to face you, hands coming up to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Go take a shower, I’ll get dinner ready.”
He likes doing things for you, likes when you don’t have to lift a finger, when you don’t have to worry. He knows all too well what it feels like when the hospital becomes your life, when the burden follows you home, so he won’t let you feel like that.
He likes teaching you, too. Jack thinks an independent, intelligent, young woman should know how to do certain things herself, like change a tyre, or fish a cod. So he has you sit and watch as he fiddles around with the tyres in his car, as he screws on and off and pushes and pulls, he has you repeat all of his actions and he watches you with devotion.
And late at night, when you’re laying in bed together, your head on his chest, limbs tangled together, he kisses the top of your head and watches you fall asleep. Who knew someone could get so tired of…being a passenger princess and napping.
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