OMG I LOVE YOUR TOXIC EX HUSBAND SAMMY 😭 more than I should honestly, but I was thinking: reader is dating again, and she had had a few one night stands when the baby was at Sammy's or Nan's house and all these nights have been... Disappointing, to put it nicely. So maybe one night after the next guy that does not know what to do she calls Sammy for a booty call and she's totally tipsy otherwise she would have never dared, but it's been soooo long and nobody does it like her ex husband and maybe Sammy is also on a date (staged by Ben, he does not want to date other women, he wants his wife back, he still wears the ring and all!!!) and drops everything to be with her and of course he is so cocky about it.
you bitches luv this man. ME 2!!!!!!
booty call with ex husband!sammy (smut y'all)
"are you still married or something?" the girl across from sammy giggled, nodding her head at the wedding ring he still wore proudly. he couldn't help but stare at the piece of jewelry wrapped around his finger, the thought of you only getting bigger in his head. the thought of you never left his head. ever. he simply shrugged, taking a drink of the beer in front of him as he looked around the room, everywhere but looking at the woman he was supposed to be on a date with. "it's complicated," he mumbled, twisting the ring around his finger. the whole date was filled with short answers, sammy simply shrugging whenever she asked him about himself. he did not want to do this, but ben insisted, telling him 'move on. she has.' he refused though, refused to give up on the idea that you were gone forever.
you on the other hand had gone on plenty of dates, trying to fill the time whenever you didn't have your son with having men take you on dates and spoil you with dinner. a one night stand was no stranger to you either. it wasn't like you slept with every man that took you out, occasionally just sleeping with one who you were more attracted to than the other. every single one of them had ended in disappointment, leaving you without an orgasm and just feeling disgusting. after every failed hookup, the same thing swirled in your mind. nobody knew your body like sammy did. that was the thought that had your head filled now as you laid in bed after another unsatisfactory hook up.
you were well past tipsy, a bottle of wine on your nightstand as you stared at your phone. sammy's phone number was taunting you, begging you to just call. it was like a battle in your head, call, don't call, call, don't call. your fingers were moving faster than you thought, the line beginning to ring. you couldn't help but hiccup, the alcohol only having your cheeks heating up as you waited for him to answer.
as soon as sammy felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, he was quick to pull it out, hoping something was about to save him from this hellish date. he couldn't help but smirk as your name and picture flashed across the screen, immediately answering it. his date was quick to furrow her eyebrows, a small huff leaving her lips as she stared at him. "yes?" his voice spoke over the phone, eyes still avoiding the woman across from him. "are you busy?" you hiccuped, chewing on your lip as your fingers toyed with the blanket that laid across your stark naked body. he could hear the tone in your voice, immediately shifting in his seat. "i'll be there soon," he mumbled, standing up before he was hanging up. "something came up. gotta go," he mumbled to the woman, tossing some cash on to the table to pay for the meal, the least he could do for ditching the poor woman.
the giddiness from that erupted through you as you waited was criminal. you vowed to never call him unless it was for your son, now you were breaking that rule. you sat impatiently on your living room couch, at least having some decency to put a robe on so you weren't completely naked. the knock at your door was loud, a small giggle leaving your lips as you nearly ran to the door. you took a few deep breaths before pulling it open, staring at your ex husband. the smile was quick to fall from your face at his outfit. he was on a fucking date. he never dressed up. "what the fuck are you wearing?" you mumbled, stepping back as he stepped inside the house. he couldn't help but snicker as he looked down at you, his hand tugging at the tie around your robe to attempt to undo it. you were quick to swat his hand away, a small hiccup leaving your lips. "you booty called me. why do you care what i'm wearing?" he mumbled, hands moving to pull you close by the waist.
your hands were immediately on his chest, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. "were you on a date?" your lips pouted, slowly undoing the button as you stared up at him, your eyes glossy from the alcohol running through your system. he couldn't help the satisfied smirk that laid on his lips, hands slowly moving to grab at your ass over your robe. "would you be jealous if i was?" he mumbled, looking down to watch your hands continue to unbutton his shirt. your eyes immediately rolled, pulling the shirt open to run your hands across his warm skin. "no. you're still wearing your wedding ring.," you snickered, leaning forward to gently press kisses to his chest. his eyes were quick to close, head leaning his head back at the feeling of your lips against his skin. never in a million years did he think you would actually want to fuck him again.
"i know you've been going on dates. why am i here?" he mumbled, taking a step back as he removed his hands from you. the small whine that left your lips went straight to his dick, your big doe eyes and pouting lips making his stomach turn. your cheeks were immediately red, the alcohol not helping them either as you stared up at him. "i just-" you hesitated, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. were you seriously about to confess to your ex husband no one could fuck you like he could? his hand was quick to reach up and grab your chin, forcing your eyes to say on him. "say it. say that no one knows you like i do," he mumbled, the lust taking over his eyes completely. your thighs were quick to squeeze together, another small whine leaving your lips. "no one knows me like you do," you whispered quietly, mouth slightly open as you stared up at him. "did you call me over here to fuck?" he spoke again, a loud groan leaving your lips as you yanked your head from his grip.
"obviously! but now im regretting it, you're taking too long," you huffed, his hand immediately shooting to grab your chin again. "you're still so fucking impatient. ask nicely," he smirked, moving to untie your robe completely and push it off your shoulders so it fell to the floor. the cold air of your house covered your body with goosebumps, your hands immediately moving to cover yourself. "sammy please," you pleaded, that cocky look never leaving his face as he swatted your hands away from covering yourself. "please what?" he asked with faux confusion, slowly pulling his button up completely off. your mouth watered at the sight of his tanned skin, a lump forming in your throat. "please fuck me," you finally whispered, a small stomp of your foot causing him to snicker.he was quick to grab your hips and pull you against him, his mouth slamming into yours.
it was like relief washed over you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your tongues damn near fighting each other. he moved to hoist you up and wrap your legs around him, beginning to move up the stairs. "knew you fucking missed me,' he grunted out as you began to suck at his neck, hands gripping tightly at his hair. it was like the wind was knocked out of you as he dropped you onto the bed, your eyes rolling as you smirked up at him. "don't miss you. just miss your dick," you shrugged, hands reaching forward to begin to undo his belt. the smile on his face was one that actually seemed genuine as he watched your drunk hands struggle a little with his belt. "that's not true. you miss all of me. show me how much you missed my dick though," he winked, moving to step out of his dress pants. you swallowed hard as he stood in front of you, his own hand reaching to pump himself a little in front of your face where you sat on the bed.
usually you were quick to snap at him about his cockiness, telling him his ego was too big. when you were in the bedroom however it drove you crazy. you loved it. you leaned forward slightly, pressing soft wet kisses to the tip that had him shuttering. "don't be a prude. suck it," he snarled at you, his hand freeing his cock to grip your hair tightly. you swallowed hard, your eyes dragging down his body before you were gripping him loosely, slowly wrapping your lips and taking him into your mouth further. a loud groan left his throat, his head immediately throwing back as you began to bob your head up and down. not even seconds later, his hips were moving back and forth to begin to fuck your mouth. your eyes were watering, nose sniffling, gagging. he thrived off of it. thrived off the effect he had on you. "look so good like this. mouth full of cock," he grunted, slamming his hips to your mouth a few more times before he was pulling off. you immediately began to cough a little, sammy pushing you back to lay down as he climbed over you.
"make me suck your dick and won't even eat me out. typical," you mumbled to him, sammy only laughing as he shook his head. he reached to rub the tip against you gently, before he was fully pushing in. loud moans left both of your lips, your hands immediately flying to his back to dig your nails into the skin. "i'm a booty call, remember. i came to fuck not make love," he groaned, face burying in your neck as his hips stilled against you for a moment. you couldn't help the little twinge in your heart from his words. he was right, this was a hookup, nothing more. your drunkness only made it a little more emotional. his hips were slow to pull back before they were slamming back into you, his breath hot against your skin as he began to suck at your neck. the moans that were escaping your mouth were actually real, not the fake ones that usually came out during your shit hookups.
he moved his hips the way he knew you liked, he moved them as fast as he knew you liked, he kissed the spots he knew you liked. he knew everything. your nails were digging so deep in his back he was sure to have marks, your own lips moving to his neck to suck deep marks in them. you definitely were only doing it to ruin any near future dates he had planned. "can tell you haven't been fucked good in a while, squeezing me so tight," he groaned, his hips stuttering a little as his stomach tightened. he was close, but there was one more thing he wanted. "tell me no one does it like i do. go on," he mumbled, your eyes quickly rolling. he loved to have his ego stroked more than his dick. his hips immediately stopped at your silence, a loud whine leaving your lips against his skin. his hand immediately moved to wrap around your throat, pushing your head back into the pillow to force you to look at him. "say it," he growled, hips giving one hard thrust. he knew you were close, and he had no problem ruining your ogasm. "no one fucks me like you do, sammy. please let me cum," you gasped out as his grip tightened, his hips immediately resuming their previous speed. it wasn't even a minute later that you were cumming hard. your vision went fuzzy as he came too, his forehead resting against yours as his hips finally began to slow. "should call me for a bootycall more often," he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
your hookups with him were definitely going to be more frequent.
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