The Diary- Jack Kline smut jackXreader

Alone Time

   You and Jack's almost constant eye contact made you want to drag him back to your room.  Jack kept tapping his fingers on the table, impatiently waiting for the boys to find a case, so they'd leave.

Sam kept glancing back and forth between the two of you. "Did something happen between you too?"

Dean was stuffing his face with sandwich. "Yeah, what's with the eye daggers at each other?" He said in between chews. "You guys get into a fight or something?"

You sat straight up. "What? No! Everything's fine. Absolutely fine."

"More than fine! We just had a long night....watching movies. Didn't get much sleep." Jack looked at you, making sure that it was a good enough excuse. You gave a small nod.

"Well, maybe you kiddos should go to bed early tonight. Do you need me to set a curfew, children?" Dean said, half joking. 

You scoffed. "I'm grown, I don't need a curfew."

Dean slid his plate away from him and dusted his hands of crumbs. "Welp, you keep asking to go with us on hunts. How do you expect keep on your toes when you aren't getting enough sleep, hm?"

Sam scoffed, too. "Coming from the guy who picks up random women in bars and stays gone all hours of the night. Then comes back to the hotel room smelling like ass at 5 in the morning."

"Yeah, well, at least I get ass." Dean retorted.

You choked on the drink you just took. Jack tried to hide his smirk.

Dean smiled pointing at you and Jack. "See? I'm funny."

Sam sighed, giving Dean a fake smile. "Yeah, dude, you're freaking hilarious." He put his nose back into his computer. "By the way, I think I got us a case." He flipped his laptop around. "Get this, a man found with his heart ripped out, local law enforcement saying it's an animal attack."

"You thinking werewolf?" Dean inquired.

Sam looked over at his brother. "I mean it fits. We've made trips for less."

Dean stood up. "Alright. Well I'll go start packing. Where too?"

"Camden, Maine."

"Alright. So 4 or 5 day drive. 2 days hunting the bastard. 4 or 5 days back." Dean looked over to you and Jack. "What do ya think, Beevus and Butthead, can you two hold down the fort for a couple weeks?"

"Yes!" You both said in unison. 

Sam looked at you two suspiciously again. Dean clapped his hands together. "Alrighty! Let's grab our crap and head out."

After about an hour of the boys packing, they were finally heading out the door. 

Dean cleared his throat. "Alright, guys. No partying, do not touch my beers, and stay out of my room. I'll know if you touched anything."

"Dude your room smells like something died in there. I don't think anyone will want to go in." Sam said.

Dean looked at Sam and then back to you. "Rule still stands. Stay out."

"Yes, dad." You said sarcastically.

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'll call and check in later. Make sure that you haven't burned the place down yet."

"See ya." You said. "Bye!" Jack said to them as the bunker door shut and locked behind them.

You both waited until you heard the impala start up and drive away. As soon as you could no longer hear it, Jack had you throw up against the bunker door, kissing you with desire. You scrapped you nails up and down his back, hungry for him. 

He pulled away for moment. "We were just waiting for them to go out for the night, and instead we got a whole two weeks to ourselves."

You started kissing up his neck. "Guess we better make the most of it." Jack moaned as your kisses made their way to his jaw line. 

You found his lips and started sucking on his bottom lip. He panted as your fingers worked to undo his pants. 

Jack picked you and and almost slammed you onto the map table. He yanked your pants off of you with little effort and finished undoing his own. 

You giggled. "Slow down, Jack! We have a full two weeks to enjoy each other. No need to rush."

Jack's eyes glowed and felt like they were burning into you. "I have literally been craving you since the moment I left your room last night." He got down and started gently play with your clit. You gasped at the sudden touch. It was almost so faint you could barely feel it but it was there. He applied just a tiny amount more of pressure. "You don't understand how badly I wanted to come to your room in the middle of the night and pleasure you." He started rubbing your clit is slow, wide circles. You felt your stomach start to tighten. Jack removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, flicking and swirling all over. 

"Fuck, Jack!" Was all you could muster out. You lifted you hips, wanting more as the knot in your stomach grew.

He added two fingers, pumping in and out of you as his tongue stayed focused on your throbbing clit. His other hand reached up and played with your nipple. You're moans were echoing throughout the whole bunker.  You grabbed fist fulls of his hair, using them the help guide you as you began sloppily grinding on his face. The knot kept growing as his tongue painfully swept across your clit.  You couldn't hold it anymore and came.  

You looked down at Jacks hungry eyes. His face completely soaked from you. "Go get in the shower. I'm not done with you yet."