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colin zabel x wife!reader | nsfw 18+ | manual sex, cheesy roleplay
yayyy i've been here one year
these are posted out of order. || event masterlist || colin zabel masterlist
“wow, mister zabel, you’ve got a significant number of knots back here,” you say, digging the flat of your palm into the area right under his shoulder blade. “you seem to be carrying quite a bit of stress back here.”
colin huffs out a laugh, shifting slightly under your touch. you don’t have an actual massage table, so his head is turned to the side, cheek smushed against the mattress. “i’m a homicide detective, ba—uh, shit, ma’am. that sort of comes with the description.”
you hum, moving your hands in a rhythmic pattern down the length of his back, alongside his spine, doing your best to apply even pressure. “very impressive, mister. you must be a very smart guy.”
“i’d hope so,” he murmurs.
“you know, mister zabel, i’ve got a special treatment for stress,” you say, bending low, whispering in his ear, letting your lips skim the shell. your hands drift lower from his back, resting over the curve of his ass. “if you have a little bit of time to spare, of course.”
his eyes close and he nods enthusiastically. his stubble makes a skritching noise against your sheets. “anything to…to help, you know? i’m very…tense, doctor.” in the low light of your bedroom, his eyes look dark and heavy-lidded, shining with equal parts lust and affection.
“mm…then i’ve got just the thing,” you say, rolling your hips down. you’re straddling him; the dip of his spine curving under and between your thighs. “guaranteed tension relief.”
something almost like a giggle escapes colin, and he wiggles his hips. his lips curl at the corners, and the sight kind of makes your heart twist. who knew all it took was two beers and an amateur massage to relax him so much? “sounds like just the thing, then.”
“turn over for me, sweetheart,” you murmur, patting his thigh. “this is a…real special technique. needs…lotsa special positioning.”
his cheeks flush a little and he turns, settling onto his back. you adjust in congruence, shimmying down to rest on his legs. “is this right, doctor?”
“yeah. perfect,” you coo. “okay, sir. close your eyes; i’ll get to work.”
obediently, his lashes flutter shut.
with one hand, you push his loose t-shirt up, revealing the toned muscles beneath. while he doesn’t look particularly beefy, he does look strong. with the other, you push his boxers down, curling your fingers around the base of his dick. “you’ll feel some pressure,” you murmur, using your free hand to pet his stomach.
“ah, fuck,” he breathes, his hips jerking slightly. his fingers skim the intersection of your torso and thighs, blunt fingernails leaving behind undetectable scratches. “fuck.”
you stroke up, thumbing at the flare of the head. one of his arms moves to cover his eyes, lips parting. the massage did its job in working him up, and already he’s painfully hard. “how is that, mister zabel?”
“good,” falls from his open mouth. “good—ah…more—”
when you reach the base of his dick again, you twist your index finger in the hedge of colin’s short-cropped pubic hair, tugging once before you repeat the path upwards. his skin is hot, the thrum of arousal threading through his whole body. you’re wet too, your rolling hips leaving shiny patches on his thighs. this, though, as previously agreed upon, is about him. you get saturday.
it doesn’t take long for his balls to pull up close to his body, for his hands to turn grabby and for his fingers to dig into your flesh as his chest heaves. “oh my god—baby, sweetheart—”
you want to lean down and kiss him, but you don’t. unfortunately, you’re fucking dedicated to the dynamic you’ve spent thirty minutes setting up. instead, you pet circles on his hip and speed up your hand. you hope he gets the message.
after a few more quick motions, he spills over your fist, keening forward. “ah…”
silence fills the room, interspersed with soft breaths as colin regains his footing. you move from atop him to beside him in just a few motions. his lips connect with the crown of your hair and his arm loops around you, ghosting over your shoulder.
“massage therapists aren’t doctors,” you say after a moment, fracturing the calm.
his chest shudders with laughter and he pulls you even closer.
“and,” you add, eyebrows furrowing. “you, like, totally broke character.”
“i was a little preoccupied, baby,” colin says into your hair. he blows out a long breath and you feel some of the tension leak out of his body. “missus zabel did just the trick, though. like always.”
you smile into his side. “yeah, whatever,” you murmur. “still. no wonder you aren’t in the arts.”
“oh, so that wasn’t art?” he quips.
you bite down gently on his pec, trying to hold back your laughter. upon seeing the look on his face, though, a giggle bubbles up in your chest and your expression breaks.
“wow, okay. i see how it is. laughing at your husband while his dick is still out,” colin says, playing hurt.
you grin, rolling on top of him again, propping yourself up by bracing your hands on his chest. “who says i don’t have more tension-relieving tricks up my sleeve, mister zabel?”
his eyebrows shoot up, but his face quickly settles back into honey-dark arousal. “mm…i mean, if it’s…you know, doct—uh, massage-therapist-reccomended…”
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a/n: is this dumb???? maybe!!! but who cares!!!!! who cares!!!! this was like SO FUCKING HARD to write lmao i kinda feel like that's Not colin...who is he...who is that guy...also! this is very not-proofread (i have a migraine LMAO) so apologies for any mistakes
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