Sam x Reader, Dean

Warnings: Smut, NSFW


The idea came to you in a moment of divine inspiration, a naughty little gift to keep Sam entertained on the nights when you weren't in his bed.

You started with a boudoir shoot, recruiting a photographer friend who made you look voluptuous and elegant, clad in skimpy lace and tangled in sheets. The shots turned out perfectly, your curves captured in black and white, in the fading light of the afternoon - bearing more of a resemblance to vintage pin up girl than a mild-mannered girlfriend with a book in her lap.

But you weren't done yet. Now that you had a portfolio of professional photos, you planned on the collection devolving into something decidedly more filthy. So you waited, waited until Sam was a little drunk and especially horny and told him to take pictures with your phone.

I want to have something to look while you're gone, baby.

He'd been hesitant at first, but you coaxed and encouraged (and stroked and sucked) until he was eagerly snapping raunchy photos of his cock stuffed in your pussy and his fingers in your mouth.

Once you had the complete collection, you arranged them neatly in a leather bound album and slipped it into Sam's bag.

Then you waited, excited and nervous for the phone call that would inevitably follow his discovery.


Sam found the album almost immediately, but he'd assumed it was just another book and tossed it on the table with the rest of the research, which brings us to this moment:

Dean cracks a beer and leans back in chair, thoroughly unexcited about spending his night stuck in a motel room surrounded by latin spellwork. He reaches right for the photo album, tipping back his drink as he opens the cover.

The first photo is the least explicit, but still nothing you ever intended for anyone other than Sam. It's an overhead shot of you lying on silk sheets in a black lace push up bra with a finger caught between your teeth.

Dean does a double take, the realization of what he's looking at begins to sink in. He coughs and starts to speak but stops himself. Glancing up at Sam who's completely engrossed in his computer screen, Dean weighs his options and decides fuck it, there's no harm in just looking.

He turns a couple more pages with a newfound respect for Sam because Goddamn if you don't have an incredible ass and breasts that he's never realized are so...full.

When he gets to the first topless photo he take a quick peak, whistling but showing a modicum of restraint. He's not a total dick and you're his brother's girl so your naked tits are off limits.

He's done….almost. With a parting itch of curiosity he flips to the end, opening to the last few pages where he's met with an eye full of Sam's cock in your mouth.

"Mother fuck," Dean hisses, dropping the book to the table like it's burned him.

"What the hell?" Sam's caught off guard, jumping in his seat.

"This one's meant for you, bud." Dean pushes at the corner of the album with a grimace.

"What are you talking about?" Sam picks it up and opens the cover, "oh...oh my God."

"Turn to the back," Dean nods with his bottle.

"Shit," Sam's face is flushed with a combination of embarrassment and arousal. He shuts it quickly and looks from the album to Dean," you looked at this?"

"Well, not the whole thing," Dean waves his hand indignantly, "It was on the table, I didn't know what it was."

"Well...I," Sam falters, searching for words "I'm gonna put this in my bag."

"You do that," Dean chuckles as Sam gets up. "Oh and Sam, congratulations. That is one nice-"

"Dean," Sam warns.

"Sorry."