Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

XII

| Y/N's POV |

It was a stupid question, I know, but I really wanted to know if I did something wrong for Jenna to sprint out like that. I mean, I haven't done anything to my knowledge ever since we started getting along.

"N-Nothing." Jenna shook her head with a nervous stutter, one of her hands tucking her shirt further down her body while the other fiddled with the pendant of her necklace.

"Lie." My voice was sharp but not cold and harsh — more like that kind of voice that wants to get straight to the point.

She let out a shaky sigh as you removed her hands from her body and yanked me inside her trailer. It seemed like she was kidnapping me — which I wasn't against — but I did let out a small shriek out of surprise. Jenna slams the door behind her and points to her crotch.

"What am I looking at?" I ask with confusion lacing my tone.

"I have a dick." My eyebrows raised at her statement but I wasn't disgusted one bit, I kept my cool. "And I got hard thinking of... someone... so I had to leave before anyone saw. No one else knows about this and I'm sure they'll be disgusted, Y/N, so please don't say anything."

The pleading in her eyes and voice made my posture soften. I walked towards her and gently cupped her face — forcing her to look at me when her eyes dropped shamefully to the ground. "Hey." My tone was soft and comforting, the smoothness of it forced Jenna do make eye contact with me. "They would never be disgusted, but I will keep this a secret for you, okay? And if they were disgusted, I'll kick their asses."

A small, slight teary chuckle leaves her lips. Her perfect, pink lips that her tongue instinctively slid out to lick after them getting suddenly dry. I stared at them for a moment before glancing back up at her eyes. "Thanks, Y/N/N." She whispered in a raspy tone. She's never said my nickname before so it hit me hard — but I never expected her to hug me.

I giggled when her crotch pressed up against me. "Will this be a problem?" I asked and lightly rested my fingers on the slight bulge.

"Maybe." Jenna tensed up and let out a shaky breath. "I was about to take care of it until-"

"I came here." I finished the sentence for her but my eyes were glued to her jeans. Jenna nodded subconsciously and let her head rest on my shoulder while I was deep in my own thoughts. "How effective is jerking off?" Her eyes snap up to me, a little bit of confusion in them. "I mean, like, does it help a lot or no?"

"Depends on how hard I am." Jenna lightly shifts her hips to feel around. "I'd say two handjobs would do it." She mutters, mostly to herself, but I heard her.

Placing a hesitant hand on her chest, I looked up at her. "What about something else?"

"Like what?" She still wasn't understanding. Poor, sweet, and naive Jenna.

"Would fucking me help?" I finally just blunted out — Jenna's reaction was funny; her eyes bulged out of her head and her hands began to shake as she swallowed harshly. "Would it, Jenna?" My arms wrapped around her neck.

"Uh..." She stammered to come up with a coherent sentence. "M-Maybe." She stuttered. Seems like I have an effect on her.

"So..." I pull at the color of her shirt and push her in a sitting position on the edge of her bed. "Do you want to fuck me?" I ask and tilt my head as I take a seat in her lap.

Jenna's eyes darkened with lust, her pupils enlarging. "Yes." She says breathlessly, her chest heaving up and down: her breathing was getting more rapid.

I wasn't usually this confident but I helped strip her out of her shirt before sliding mine off. "Can I know who or what made you hard?" The question spills out of my mouth faster than I can stop it. Jenna physically stiffens under me. "Hey, it's okay, you don't have to if you're not comfortable-"

"It was you." She blurted with her eyes squeezed shut. I caressed her cheek to have her look at me. "I don't remember why but it was you." She confessed in a slight embarrassed tone.

"Really?" I couldn't help the small smirk that formed on my face — it only fueled Jenna's embarrassment more. She gave me a shy kid and squeaked like a mouse when I gave her shoulders a firm squeeze, my lips ghosting over her skin to whisper in her ear. "Let's make those dirty thoughts come true, yeah?"

My words were bold and confident — it definitely made Jenna way harder than she was before. With a determined yet shy nod at the same time, Jenna inhaled deeply when my hands cupped her face. My lips hovering over hers. "Words, baby." I husked.

"Yes..." She breathed out almost instantly and our lips connected in the most passionate kiss yet, fireworks erupted around us and butterflies flew freely in my stomach. Jenna melted in my arms as I slid one of my hands down to her crotch.

"Let's get this party started then."