ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ( jack gilinsky )

14 - thotkini

song mood for this chapter-
911 / mr. lonely - tyler the creator

jack's pov

"can you please stop pacing? you're making me nervous." i say, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"i don't know what to wear!" mia dramatically yells as she throws her clothes in the air, like in the movies.

"it's not that serious, it's a birthday party."

"this one or this one?" she ignores me, holding up two black tops that look almost identical.

"both."

"great answer." she says, throwing it behind her. the shirts accidentally hurl at my face. i grab it and throw it back at her and it smacks her straight in the ass.

she frantically digs through her white drawers. i huff and come up behind her, placing my hands on the sides of her arms to stop her.

"i'll pick your damn outfit." i say, moving her to the side. she crosses her arms and stares at me amused.

i look through the clothing rack and grab a white oversized turtleneck sweater.

"what about this?" i turn around, holding it up.

"do you want me to look like a 40 year old virgin?" she says.

"yes, actually." i nod. "why do you even have this?" i say, cringing at the ugly sweater.

"find me something else. a little more revealing, perhaps."

i shake my head in disapproval and continue digging through her closet. i come across a bra and underwear set that's lacy and bright pink.

"this one!" i turn around holding up the flashy lingerie.

her eyes widen. "jack!" she snatches it out of my hand. "that's a little too revealing."

"you should try it on. you know, to see what it looks like." i say, practically drooling, thinking of her in this.

"you should try it on." she laughs, leaning upwards and swinging her arms around my neck.

"you and i both don't wanna see that." i cringe. i lean down and kiss her. i graze her bottom lip with my teeth and tug it playfully. i reach for the waistband of her sweatpants and tug it downwards, but she stops me.

"we're already late, jack." she says.

"fine." i pout.

she squishes my cheeks together and kisses me on the lips. i get caught off guard by her gesture, then she slaps my ass, catching me even more off guard.

"mia!" swat her hand away.

"why do guys get mad when girls touch their butt." she laughs.

"it's uncomfortable." i fold my arms. "i feel violated."

"it's not my fault you're thicc. nobody asked for you to be double cheeked up like this." she says and i look at her amused.

"how come you walk in a room and your ass walks in 5 minutes later?" she says.

"i don't like you sometimes." i shake my head.