sexual tension (g!p)

J & D : discoveries

Chapter Summary:

Jema and G!P Deanna have been together for at least two months, so to commemorate, Jema gives (a very lucky) Deanna a lap dance, thus leading to a not-so-little discovery.

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'Giatay bai,' was the first thing that came to Deanna's mind when the music started and Jema sauntered over to her, smiling like a minx that was about to devour her prey, which was probably true, given the way that Jema leered at her from beneath thick lashes. The beat of the speakers came in rhythm with Deanna's heartbeat. She sat on her palms, the urge to curl into herself to protect the ever-hardening bulge in her trousers.

"B-baby?"
"Relax, Deanna." Jema murmured, her hips swaying like a seductive pendulum, enough to hypnotise Deanna and do whatever she was bidden.

Slumping back into the couch, Deanna released a steady breath and groaned at the way Jema raised her shirt to reveal a sliver of skin.

"I've always wanted to perform a lap dance. I... hope you don't mind?" Her girlfriend of two months smirked, and Deanna had to bite back a whimper. Her voice sounded innocent, and it drove Deanna mad.

"Hindi, of course not..." Deanna swallowed hard as Jema planted her knees on either side of her body. Jema gripped Deanna's shoulders and swirled her hips, for four counts, before scrambling off Deanna.

She faced away from the blonde and sat down atop her lap, ass flush against Deanna's straining cock. Deanna could tell that Jema felt it by the way she stiffened above her.

"Jema-"

"Deanna, ano yon?" Jema demanded, yet her hips remain insistent in her movements, as if she was trying to infer what was poking her butt insistently with a few shakes of her hips.

"If you would just stop moving..." Deanna grunted and held Jema still, her warm ass sandwiching the shaft that formed in her pants.

"Look, may sasabihin ako sayo, and you have to promise you wouldn't hate me, slap me, or kick me out." Jema turned around, straddled Deanna once more, and held the blonde's face in her hands.

"I would never!"

Deanna took a deep breath and stroked the smooth skin that peeked out from the hem of Jema's shirt.

"I never really imagined getting this far with you, but umm..." She kissed Jema's collarbone, her jaw, and then her cheek.

"But Jema, I have a penis," she held up a hand, effectively silencing Jema.

"I've had it since I was born, and you didn't know until now because I hide it pretty well." There was a glint in Jema's eye that Deanna knew so well.

"You're... You're going to ask kung pwede mo makita, are you?" A swift nod, and Deanna had to chuckle.

"Okay. But you can't-"

"I won't judge, be disgusted, or mock you. I love you too much to do that." Jema tilted Deanna's chin upwards for a deep, mind-numbing kiss that left Deanna breathless and panting, cock harder than ever. Jema got off her lap and knelt down in between Deanna's legs, hands warm on top of her thighs.

Deanna cleared her throat. "Seryoso ka bang... Never mind." She flicked her jeans open, raised her butt off the couch, and pulled her trousers and boxers down. Jema even helped her. Deanna's cock was half-erect, jutting out from between her legs, and resting against her thigh.

"There, nakita mo na. Now let me tuck it away-"

"Mm mm," Jema smirked like the little devil that she was. She shoved Deanna back and wrapped a soft, warm hand around the base of Deanna's pulsing cock.