Solby Smut One-Shots

Honeymoon

dominant- colby

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-Colby-

Sam and I laid in bed in our large bachelor-pad type home, our room giant as it is, a sheet over my half naked body of only boxers where he wore a long t-shirt of mine and panties.

"I love you, Colby. I really do.." Sam murmured, unburying his face from my chest.

"I love you, Sam. So very much." I said back, placing a kiss on his blonde locks. "I love spending money on you, I love seeing your face light up when you get something, I love the way you are and how you wouldn't let anyone change it. You're perfect, you're extraordinary. Sam.. I want to spend my life with you. I want to keep loving you and buying you millions of things. We're rich as fuck, baby. We have it all, but I'd give it up to be with you."

He looked down up at me with tear filled eyes, moving to straddle my pelvis before cupping my cheeks in his hands. "Can we get married?" He boasted, looking incredibly serious. I'm 26 where as Sam's 22, I believe I'm a rightful age for marriage but he has so many years left for him. The 20's are the greatest of your life, though I'm still in it I still have it all. "Don't tell me I'm too young, don't tell me I'm not ready. I am, I want you and I want you forever. If you're not ready or don't want it then we'll forge-"

"Let's get married."

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The wedding was magical. Both our families came, though his mother didn't approve, it didn't matter though due to us having his fathers ultimate blessing. The white bench seats rowed on two sides, the isle on the middle had lines of white and pink flowers at the edge of the benches.

It was a white and pink wedding, courtesy of Sam whereas I'd done the normal black and white but with more black than white.

The alter had an arch that dipped at the top into swirls of design, vines that had pink flowers poking from it laced around it. The whole thing was outside in our backyard, the alter landed under a tree with glass lanterns with white metal holding the bulb and glass.

It was perfect, insanely perfect.

I wore a white suit, my tie being pink, and a pink flower placed neatly to tuck behind my ear and sprout by my temple. As I waited for Sam, I took deep breaths and just readied myself.

Finally the back patio doors opened, my jaw dropped and tears welled in my eyes. He wore a pink suit, the vest and tie being white with a pink and white flower crown that was weaves onto a silver tiara sat on his blonde hair.

A tear slithered down my face as he approached with his father, I could now see the pink on his cheeks that was brought out by the colors around us. He was so beautiful.

He reached me, hugging his father who mumbled a 'I'm so proud of you' before handing him off. I shook his hand, he even pulled me into a quick hug. "Take care of him, I believe you will but I have to make sure you will. He's my son."

I chuckled as we pulled away, "I'll take care of him, I promise."

With that Sam was on my arms in front of the priest, he smiled and motioned for everyone to sit before beginning. "You look so incredibly beautiful." I told him, leaning in and kissing his forehead.

Through the whole thing Sam and I just looked into each others eyes, smiling and feeling warmth, love.

After the whole ceremony, saying 'I do' and kissing him in front of friends and family had to be the absolute best part.

The reception was fun as well, we ate a bunch, listened to speeches, gave speeches where I cried in front of everyone at Sam's, ate more food, greeted people, danced an obscene amount and now we're getting drunk with our friends.