It is sooo wrong… But it feels sooo right.

Can’t go one day without doing it, he needs it like he needs air.

Your husband is a certified MUNCH. It doesn’t matter what time it is, where you guys are… He will eat it as long as you’ll let him.

Garrett just loves it so much. Seeing your pretty face contort, your legs shaking, eyes rolling back… Can’t forget the sounds you make, jesus. It’s just plain sinful.

He had his own job, but he was currently in between movies… Which means he got to stay home and be with you, which of course he loved ever so dearly. You on the other hand had your own 9-5 that he hated you working at… You always come home complaining about how bad your back hurts, but you’re doing it to yourself… Sitting in an uncomfortable office chair mindlessly staring into the abyss of 0’s and 1’s.

Lucky for Garrett though, you often asked him to give you back massages which he had no mind doing, he immediately responded with eagerness.

Now here you were, laying on your stomach with your top off, the comfy mattress below you starting to mold to your body. Garrett’s footsteps walk closer, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He silently sets down a bottle of lotion on the nightstand before finally speaking up.

“Wouldn’t have these problems, bug.” He hums, grabbing the bottle after examining your back. “If you’d just quit the damn job.”

He knew you’d roll your eyes or reply something snarky, but he didn’t give you the chance to because he just began rubbing the lotion into your back with those large hands of his. God it always felt so good….

Well- knowing Garrett he’d find a way to get his head between those thighs by the end of this massage.