NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant (Moon Knight) + Lap Dance:

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Sweet, gorgeous, baby Steven absolutely deserves a lap dance, and once you've been seeing each other for a while, finally taking your relationship to a physical level, you decide to give him a little valentine's day surprise.

You move an armchair into the centre of his little flat, getting yourself all dolled up in some new lingerie, picking some relaxed, sexy music to fill the air the moment Steven walks through the door. He comes home a few minutes later than usual, flowers and chocolates in hand, excited to have a loving partner to celebrate Valentine's with for the first time since he can remember.

He's a little confused when he sees the repositioned chair, the dim lighting, and picks up on the unfamiliar melody echoing through his home, setting down his offerings for you as he shrugs off his coat. "I'm home love! Happy Valentine's Day!" he calls out, cheeks aching from the smile he can't hold back thinking about you as his valentine for the day. The smile quickly dropped to awestruck wonder as you stepped out from the bedroom, the way you look in your lingerie almost enough to give this sweet boy a heart-attack.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love. Why don't you take a seat and I'll show you just how much I like you." You spoke slowly, deliberately purring over certain syllables as you patted the chair in front of you, watching Steven's eyes grow wider and wider. His mouth hung open, brain completely malfunctioning as he stood frozen in front of you. It took you patting the back of the chair again for him to snap out of his stupor, shaking his head before half-tripping, half-sprinting to sit in the seat front of you. He shifted awkwardly in the chair as you guided your hands down over his chest, placing a soft kiss on his neck before whispering in his ear, "Unlike with most lapdances, today you can touch me as much as you want."

Steven could feel himself throbbing before you'd even reached his lap, his heart racing at the the way your skin was perfectly framed by your matching set of pretty underwear, the flirty glint in your eye as you stepped around the chair to face him, giving him a front row seat to take in how incredible you looked. He didn't want to admit he'd never been in this position before, so tried to form something witty to flirt back with, struggling to say anything at all. "You're so beautiful," he breathed out carefully, like if he spoke too loudly he might wake himself up from this perfect dream. You smiled at his shy demeanor, resting a hand on each arm of the chair and slowly running your body over his, feeling all his muscles tense from the contact. "Thank you Steven, I think you're beautiful too, every single part of you." You replied, emphasising your point by dragging a finger purposefully down his chest, letting it graze over his hard manhood now straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Turning your back to him, you slowly leant forward to highlight your ass before bringing it slowly over Steven's lap, a gasp creeping through his lips as your core brushed over his. Your hips rocked gently against his in time to the music, leaning to your head back to rest against his shoulder, staring up at his blushing, almost startled face. He stared down at the soft movement from your hips, the soft stretch of your stomach as your back arched against his chest, your face shining up at him happily as you watched him struggle to form breaths, in that moment accepting he would truly rather die from lack of oxygen than take his eyes off you.

His hands stayed firmly fixed to his sides, hanging awkwardly from tense shoulders, so you gently picked them up, bringing them to settle on your soft stomach, knowing Steven's hands would always gravitate to hold your waist at night, grounding himself in you. His fingers tips brushed up your sides so lightly, it was like he was solely touching you to reassure himself that you were actually there, like he couldn't quite believe you were real.

You smiled at his sweet wonderstruck face and cooed in his ear, "I love valentines day, and I'm so excited to spend this one with you Steven." His face broke into a grin at the way you said his name, his brain finally gathering enough focus to let him speak, "I think I might bloody love valentines day too now," he chuckled, eyes shooting wide again as he felt another perfect sway of your hips bringing him close to the edge. He clenched his face and gripped your thighs for a second, stopping your movement. You paused and checked his face, touching it gently and asking, "are you okay gorgeous?" He stumbled over his words as he tried to answer, "Yes, yes, really good in fact, I just, umm, wanted to warn you that if you do much more of that then I'm going to absolutely ruin these trousers." His eyes stayed firmly shut as he spoke, a mixture of feeling a bit embarrassed at his words, and the fact that holding himself back was taking all his concentration. You let his words hang in the air for a second, tilting his chin up to get his eyes to flutter open and meet your gaze.

"That's kind of what I was aiming for, sweetheart. But don't worry, I promise I'll help you get cleaned up in the shower afterwards. Sound okay?" You kept your hips hovering in their place as he thought through your proposition, before gently muttering, "right, of course, okay, yes keep going then, but only if you want to,"

You smiled at his request before rubbing your ass over his crotch again, feeling his hard dick twitching with every circle of your hips. Your lips brushed over his neck, leaving a damp trail along his jaw line until you felt his legs start to shake, his hips bucking up to meet yours with more force, craving the friction they brought. Your name spilled from his lips with a cry as he let himself go, filling his boxers with his own slick, while yours left a light mark over his trousers. He panted heavily against you, breath hot against your neck as his high washed over him.

He eventually caught himself enough to say quietly, "I got you a valentine's present too, but it's not as good as this I'm afraid," looking over at the flowers and chocolates placed on his counter. You turned in the chair to face him, still straddling his lap, pulling him in for a warm kiss before smiling, " That's very sweet, I am a very lucky valentine."

He laughed loudly before disagreeing, "I think I am definitely the lucky one here darling, you might be the best valentine there's ever been." That wouldn't be the last time you danced for him.