Solby Smut One-Shots

Broken

dominant- sam
so.. this will consist of non-consensual sex. i wanted that to be a warning, please don't read if you feel uncomfortable.

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The Trap House has finally settled into their new home, though it's been three months the vibe of it being home had settled completely. Deciding to do something for the three month move-in, they didn't want to go too hard.

Eventually deciding to fuck it, they began planning a party. This led them here, greeting people and only drinking lightly till the party grows and truly begin till they went a bit harder.

It seemed like hours in their tipsy mindset, but a quick hour passed and the party had amped up. Smoke filled the air, joints being rolled in one place or another and being passed around through the crowds.

The Trap Boys had taken a few hits, and drank loads more alcohol. Corey has taken five shots and drank two mixed drinks, Jake had taken six shots and drank three wine coolers, and three White Claws, Colby had drank seven White Claws and had a cup of whiskey and Coke, and four shots. Whereas Sam had drank a whole bottle of vodka, done eight shots, and just started his fifth White Claw.

Corey and Jake would be basically okay, they'd probably party hard and pass out once it's over. Colby, the little brunette is known for being a lightweight, whiskey didn't help and him drinking it made him woozy.

When Sam got drunk there's really no telling what he'd do, of course he's never hurt anyone but his moods are always different when he drinks and what he drinks.

The night when on booming, though Colby seemed to feel nauseous as he clenched his stomach. Sam noticed, quickly wrapping an arm behind Colby. "Hey, let's get you to our bathroom, okay?" Sam asked, Colby clenched his eyes before opening them once again and giving a nod.

Sam led him up the stairs and down the hall to their bathroom, it'd been a slow process due to the two intoxicated boys and one of them being nauseous and incredibly drunk.

Colby had leaned over the toilet for five minute, finishing and rinsing his mouth out after flushing the toilet. Sam led Colby to his room, unlocking it and laying the younger on the bed. Colby had groaned and rolled on his back, a bulge slightly formed in his skinny jeans making Sam glance to his pelvis.

Letting a gulp intrude, afterwards he looked back up at Colby and saw his sleeping figure. Sam stumbled forward, undoing Colby's pants and trying to remain quiet. He felt thankful that Colby was a heavy sleeper and he's drunk.

He'd ended up pulling them to the top of his thighs before stopping and glancing at the wetted spot on his boxers from his half-hardened member. Colby shifted slightly, only raising a hip slightly as he slept.

Sam decided to think a moment, though alcohol and his aching erection made him continue to pull Colby's pants off completely, leaving him in his boxers. Glancing at the sleeping brunette, he assured he was passed out before taking down his own pants along with his boxers.

His erection now free as he moved to lock the door then move to hover over Colby, slipping a hand down to pull of his boxers. He'd used his other hand to complete the task, being successful and seeing Colby's own member only half erect.

The younger furrowed his eyebrows, but continued to sleep. Sam didn't notice the movement, not thinking Colby had moved due to being blackout drunk.

So, he slowly and lightly lifted one of Colby's legs and let the alcohol take all the steps to find his sweet release.

When the tip of his dick brushed against Colby's hole, the brunette furrowed his eyebrows again- this time shifting a little before prying his eyes open. Being still drunk, both his eyes and his mind had to adjust to what's was happening and were they were.

Colby realized he was naked, and so was his best friend that hovered over him.

He shakily, and drunkenly looked around before shivering with nerves and confusion. "S-Sam- wh-what-" His slightly slurred words were cut of by Sam clamping a hand over his mouth and shoving into him.

Tears pricked at Colby's eyes, leaking down the side of his face and disappearing into his hair. He tried screaming and crying as the pain was on repeat but they were only muffled by Sam's hand, Sam grabbed Colby's hands and pinned over his head, both in his free one.

Colby was too drunk to think of a strategy, and far too terrified and in pain. His sobs were muffled, trying to thrash or push Sam away but he eventually gave up. His cries weren't and wouldn't be heard, it seemed like hours had passed.

In reality, Sam has been pounding and unforgivingly slammed into Colby's hole with out mercy for a bit now. The sobs didn't vanish as Sam had finally released into the brunette with another, and final, hard slam.

Once again Colby cried out, more so due to the last pound being excruciating. Sam pulled out making Colby cry out again. He just stared into Colby's eyes, the blue orbs now a grey and tears filling them completely though they still fell down his face.

The blonde had quickly pulled his clothing on and left the room, he went into his immediately and once his head hit his pillow, darkness filled him.

Whereas Colby had stayed in the same spot, seeming as he was frozen. Knowing he wasn't though because his body would shake with each sob. Nothing could help, or make any of the pain go away-mental or physical.

Colby had lost someone that was his world, he'd grown and found so much with him. Sam had been his friend since they were thirteen, they'd done everything together and made it so far on social media.

He thought that nothing would ever break them apart, they'd never hurt each other, they'd always, always, always be Sam and Colby. That was something that would never happen.

After that night, no one understood why Colby had been depressed, no one got why he never smiled or found anything funny or happy again. He'd quit YouTube with only a short video saying: 'It's Colby... and I quit. I'm not doing YouTube ever again. Bye.' The roommates didn't get told anything about it, no matter how much they tried.

Each time they'd ask Sam he'd say he doesn't know, no showing interest or being too scared to continue. They'd try to argue but he'd lock himself away in his room, making them all give up.

Colby stopped eating, he stopped every social media, he stopped smiling, his sobs echoed through the house, no one could touch him without receiving a flinch- he'd been so destroyed, and no one knew how to help or why they needed to help.

Colby Brock was never the same, he'd eventually forgot how to make himself laugh or smile- and never trusted anyone ever again.