Potentially a little NSFW.
"You are going to be the death of me," Stephen manages to get out as he watches the way your body moves as you give him a lap dance, his hands gripping the fabric of his trousers as best as he could, to keep himself from reaching out and touching you.
"But what a way to go," you tease as you move to straddle his lap, unsurprised when his hands come up to rest on your waist as you roll and grind your hips against his in time to the music you had playing. You smile as you feel his hands slide down to your hips and rest on your butt.
Leaning forward, you make sure to brush your lips against his cheek as you lightly grip his shoulder.
"Really gonna be the death of me," The Sorcerer utters giving in to the urge and pulling you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours and kissing you softly and slowly.
"I hadn't finished," you joke playfully, barely pulling away from his lips long enough to talk, not in the slightest concerned about not being done as you kiss him back, making the kiss a little deeper.
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FanfictionOne shot's for some of my favourite fandoms. I will include drabbles for fandoms. Will update when I can, not sure when that will be as I am sick. Leave comments so I can improve or leave recommendations, and feel free to check out my other works.
