Jenna Ortega Imagines (2)

Mine - J.O

2nd Person POV:

The mall has always been a kind of playground for Jenna. Not the shops themselves, not the glittering mannequins in designer outfits or the walls lined with new arrivals. No, her favorite part is watching you try on things you pretend you don't want and then surprising you by buying them anyway.

Today is no different. She has one hand hooked into yours, tugging you into store after store while you try, weakly, to argue.

"Jen, you don't need to buy me-"

"Shhh." She cuts you off with a look that's equal parts mischievous and determined. "I told you, I like spoiling you. It's my thing."

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest gives you away. By the time you're walking down the central hallway again, she's carrying three branded shopping bags in one hand and holding onto you with the other. Her smile is small but smug, the kind of expression that makes you want to kiss her right there by the food court.

But the feeling twisting in your stomach isn't just love this time.

You noticed her the moment you walked into the mall — a girl around your age, dark hair, bold eyes. And more importantly, her gaze hasn't left Jenna once. Not in the shoe store, not when Jenna laughed at something you said outside the bookstore, not even now as you're passing the fountain. Her stare is blatant, the kind that makes your skin crawl.

You grip Jenna's bicep tighter. She glances down at you with a puzzled smile. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah." You lie, leaning into her side. Then, casually, you take the hand she's holding and guide it down until her palm rests on the curve of your ass. She stiffens, shooting you a startled look, but you just beam at her like you've done nothing unusual.

"Y/N..." she murmurs under her breath, cheeks tinting pink.

"What? Hands get cold in malls." You tease, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.

Jenna giggles softly, shaking her head, but doesn't move her hand. Her fingers tighten against you, grounding you, though she still hasn't noticed the girl a few paces behind who hasn't stopped staring.

So you kiss her cheek again. And again. And again, until Jenna finally laughs, shoulders shaking, her voice turning fond. "Okay, what's gotten into you? You're being clingy."

"Not clingy." You protest, giving her the kind of lovesick smile you know melts her. "Just... in love."

Her expression softens instantly. "You're ridiculous."

But then it happens. The other girl takes her chance, stepping forward with a bold grin. "Hey, aren't you-"

Before she can finish, you feel Jenna freeze beside you. Her gaze flickers toward the voice, confusion flickering in her eyes, but then, finally, she sees it. She sees the way the girl is looking at her. The intent. The boldness.

And suddenly, Jenna Ortega is no longer oblivious.

Her arm snakes around your waist in one smooth motion, tugging you flush against her front. Then, before you can even react, she folds herself completely around you. Chin on your shoulder, chest pressed to your back, her other arm looping protectively across your middle. Her lips brush the side of your neck as she murmurs, "Ignore her."

Your heart pounds.

The girl tries again, louder this time. "Jenna, right? I-"

But Jenna doesn't even glance at her. Her eyes are locked on yours, unwavering, almost fierce in their tenderness. "You know I only look at you, right?" she whispers, low enough that only you can hear.

Your throat tightens. You nod quickly, clutching her wrist where it's splayed across your stomach. The other girl hesitates, clearly thrown off by the intimacy between you two, and after a moment too long, she turns on her heel and disappears into the crowd.

Relief washes over you, but it's overshadowed by the sheer weight of Jenna's presence, the way she's still wrapped around you like you're the only thing anchoring her to the world.

She pulls back just enough to search your face, her expression soft now, vulnerable. "You're mine." She says firmly, as if stamping it into existence.

"I know," you breathe, smiling through the heat in your cheeks. "And you're mine."

Her lips find yours before you can say anything else. It's not rushed, not performative, it's slow and full of everything you'd been trying to prove with your possessiveness. She kisses you like you're the only one in the entire mall, and for the first time since you got here, you believe it.

When she finally pulls away, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and whispers with a teasing grin, "Guess you don't mind me spoiling you after all."

You laugh, leaning back into her arms. "Fine. But only if you keep spoiling me like that."

And Jenna Ortega — your Jenna — just smirks and kisses you again, making the rest of the mall disappear.