TW: SA
NO ONE'S POV:
The four of them sat in the Uber, Y/N sat in the middle between Mikey and Jenna. Her head comfortable on Jenna's lap, while she still gently stroked her back. Melissa got out first, then Mikey until only the two of them were inside.Y/N'S POV:
As I started to come back to my senses, I became aware of the motion of the car, my body in a gentle sway. My head was resting on someone's lap and I could feel the soothing touch of their fingers running through my hair. But despite the calming touch and the reassuring feeling, there was still a hint of fear lingering in my mind. After all, I didn't know who this person was and I was in a vulnerable state.I attempted to subtly glance at the stranger whose lap my head was resting on, hoping to catch a glimpse of them without drawing too much attention. However, before I could manage that, the car started to slow down and came to a stop. I wanted to sit up, but my body felt uncooperative and heavy, making the effort nearly impossible.
I felt her lean in close, her voice soft as she muttered something to me. The next thing I knew, she was gently helping me sit up and guiding me out of the Uber. My body was weak and wobbly, my vision still blurry and my mind disoriented. I struggled to walk without stumbling and I could barely make out her face, let alone get a proper look at her. The only thing I could really register was her scent. It was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and something distinctly unique.
She assisted me as we entered her apartment, her hold on me steady and gentle. We crossed the threshold and the door closed behind us, creating a sense of safety and privacy. I found myself placed onto a comfortable couch. The soft cushions enveloped me, offering a much needed respite. I listened as she said something about returning soon and then I was left alone in the silent apartment.
As my vision started to clear, I slowly took in my surroundings. The apartment was spacious and elegant, with large beautiful windows. I noticed the distinct decorations that gave the place a unique vibe, slasher horror movie posters and vintage furniture. My eyes then landed on a shelf adorned with several awards.. Where the fuck am I, I asked myself rubbing my eyes.
My breath caught in my chest as I heard her footsteps approaching and my eyes widened with a mix of shock and disbelief. I froze, convinced that what I was seeing couldn't be real, that I must be hallucinating. I watched in disbelief as Jenna fucking Ortega stood before me, a steamy cup of tea in one hand and a pile of clothes in the other. She offered me a warm smile, her expression gentle and caring. The soft light bathed her features in a soft glow, highlighting the compassion in her eyes.
Noticing my stunned expression, she chuckled softly and spoke, her voice filled with amusement. „You look like you've seen a ghost," she teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Her playful expression softened into a gentle smile as she continued, her voice taking on a more soothing tone.
„Don't worry, I'm not a ghost, you're safe here with me. My friends and I found you in a pretty bad state with some guys trying to take advantage of you. We realized that someone had spiked your drink. So we couldn't just let you go home like that, so we brought you here to my place."My heart raced as I absorbed her words, the reality of the situation sinking in. The memories of what had happened before slowly crept back into my mind and I felt a wave of emotions wash over me. I kept my gaze fixed downwards, staring at the soft carpet beneath me, fighting the urge to completely lose control.
JENNA'S POV:
I noticed her struggling to process everything, her body tense and slightly trembling. I quietly made my way over to her and sat down beside her, positioning myself close enough to offer comfort but not too close to invade her space. I softly broke the silence, my voice gentle and reassuring. „Hey it's okay. You're safe now here, just take some deep breaths for me okay?"
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intense jenna ortega imagines for my girlies
Fanficeverything your little gay heart desires -angst -smut -fluff -drama TW: there will be some serious topics, please only read if you feel comfortable with that