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Top Rank Celebration (Luna Snow x Reader)

"You’re ranked number one in the world? That must be so cool.”

The voice speaking to you was kind and energetic. Coming from anyone else you might’ve thought she was mocking you.

"I remember when I had my first number-one single. It was like I was on top of the world."

It was surreal. Sitting across from Luna Snow, the actual Luna Snow, at a sleek, high-profile gala, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this all had to be a dream.

Becoming the top ranked Luna Snow player in Marvel Rivals had been the kind of triumph you thought would mean nothing outside the confines of your room. Countless sleepless nights, questionable dietary decisions, and more skipped showers than you’d care to admit had all culminated in a moment of glory that no one in your real life would care about. Then the invitation arrived: an exclusive event for the world’s top-ranked players. You’d assumed it was a scam but curiosity had won out.

The venue was lavish, all crystalline chandeliers and glossy marble floors. But the real shock came when you realized everyone here was a character from Marvel Rivals. Not cosplayers. The actual heroes, villains, and antiheroes you’d spent countless hours playing as.

It didn’t make sense and thinking about it too hard made your brain hurt.

And yet somehow you’d ended up here, sitting at an intimate table with Luna Snow herself.

The slim black card sat on the table. When you arrived, they’d asked you to list your top three favorite characters. Naturally, you’d written down Luna Snow as your number one.

"It kind of feels like that, doesn’t it?" Luna tilted her head, her styled bangs shifting across her forehead.

You blinked. "Sorry, what?"

"Your number one spot! It’s like when you picked me as your number one. You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice, did you?"

Your stomach did a little flip. "You know about that?"

Luna leaned in, resting her elbows on the table as her smile took on a mischievous edge. "Oh, don’t be shy." Her playful charm was effortless. Though, you supposed you should expect nothing less from an idol who moonlighted as a superhero. "It’s natural to have favorites, right? Though I admit, I am curious who you put for second and third."

You swallowed thickly, suddenly nervous about confessing that Sue Storm had been your number two and Psylocke your number three.

"I---uh..."

Fumbling for a response you felt heat begin rising in your cheeks. That only seemed to amuse her more. A soft, musical laugh escaped her lips as she covered her mouth with one manicured hand.

"Relax, I’m just teasing you." She reached over, placing her hand atop yours. You swore you could feel the faint tingling of ice shards against your skin, sending delightful goosebumps up your arm. Her gaze focused entirely on you. "We can focus on ourselves for now. Just the two of us."

Your heartbeat raced at her words, at her touch, at the implication of it all. You nodded, trying to play it cool, though the flush on your face probably gave you away.

"T-this is kind of crazy, right? I mean how big this event is. Seems expensive, doesn’t it?"

You cringed inwardly at your nervous choice of topic. Here was the Luna Snow and that was what you came up with? Fortunately, true to her image Luna was ever the sweetheart, taking your topic in stride with a smile.

"It reminds me of an award show in Seoul. I guess they had to pull out all the stops for the Champions, right? You deserve it."

"I don’t know about that." You scratched your cheek. After all, all you had done was get good at a video game. Not to say that you weren’t grateful for the present opportunity. But deserved? That felt like a stretch.

"Don’t be so modest! Trust me, even if there aren’t adoring fans you should soak in the recognition," Luna insisted.

"Does that mean I’m getting a trophy?"

"Who knows. Maybe they’ll have a better reward in mind."

Her crystal eyes seemed to shimmer with mischief and promise at those words. Before you could follow up with another question, a fork clinked against glass across the room. A man in a well-tailored suit addressed the hall with some speech about celebration and indulgence. Polite applause rippled through the crowd.

"See," Luna whispered to you.

As the applause faded, you watched a woman walk alongside a hulking figure. "Jesus, is that Venom...?"

One of his tentacles wrapped lazily around her waist as they disappeared from the main hall, leaving you with only your imagination to wonder what they were getting up to.

You felt your cheeks redden as you turned toward Luna. Was that a possibility? She merely looked back at you, elbows on the table and her chin resting atop her folded fingers as she fluttered her eyebrows at you.

God, she was gorgeous.

"Do you want to dance?"

The words blurted out so fast they surprised even yourself.

Luna immediately perked up, her eyes widening as she sat straighter. "Dance?"

It clearly wasn’t what she expected, but the wide smile spreading across her features said she didn’t hate it. The opposite, in fact.

"I’d love to!"

She reached across the table, took your hand and led you to the dance floor. Her enthusiasm made sense. After all, she was an idol and her ultimate move in the game quite literally involved dancing. But your lack of surprise didn’t necessarily mean you were prepared for this.

Fortunately the song playing was slow, its rhythm gentle and inviting, as if it had been chosen just for the two of you. Luna turned to face you, her hand finding yours again while the other rested on your shoulder. She guided your free hand to her hip, and for a moment you were hyper aware of every point of contact. Intimately aware of the warmth of her skin beneath the delicate fabric of her gown.

"I probably should have mentioned I’m not much of a dancer. I’m pretty sure I have two left feet," you said, as you began to sway to the music, following her lead.

Luna laughed, her tone light and airy as she smiled at you. "Don’t worry. That’s what you have me for, right?"

True to your word your first movements were hesitant, awkward even. But Luna was also true to hers, showing patience with every step. Her gaze was steady and encouraging as she led you through the motions. Maybe it was unsurprising given her persona but her patience was a gift. Slowly, the nerves melted away, replaced by an unexpected sense of naturalness.

"Have you ever been to Seoul?" Luna asked.

You snapped out of your thoughts to find Luna observing you with an expectant look.

"Does watching a video online count?"

She shook her head with amusement. "I don’t think it does."

"Then I can’t say I have. Honestly, coming here might be the most I’ve traveled in a while."

"Really? You’ve got to go! It’s lovely there, especially during the winters. I think you’d like it."

"Is that an invitation?"

As if you could afford such a thing. But the words had left your mouth before you could stop them.

Luna blinked before responding with a coy grin. "It might be."

At her words, another champion and their partner disappeared from the hall. Before you could muster a response, the music shifted from the slow waltz to something more upbeat with a deep bass.

"Now this is more my style," Luna brightened.

Her eyes closed as if the beat was coursing through her. She pulled you toward her before turning around, her back pressed against your chest as her arms reached up, circling around your neck. "Don’t get shy on me now."

The music pulsed as Luna moved against you with effortless rhythm. Her hips rocked back into yours and any sign of the chilling touch from before was gone, replaced by a growing warmth.

This still didn’t feel real. Last week you were deep in the mines of ranked queue and now you were here.

"You’re not stiff because you’re nervous, are you?" Luna tilted her head back slightly, her pixie cut hair brushing against you.

Your throat went dry. "No, just, uh, trying to keep up."

"You’re thinking too much, I can tell." Her fingers trailed down your arm before she clasped your hand and guided it to her hip. "Just feel the music and rhythm."

Your fingers flexed at the curve of her hip, digging against the shimmering material of her dress as you took a steadying breath. You focused on Luna, on her movements, letting her rhythm guide yours.

She was completely in her element and you were reaping the rewards because of it.

Luna’s eyes watched as a pairing moved across the room."There goes another one."

You looked up and caught a glimpse of two figures slipping away from the dance floor.

“Wonder what they’re up to,” she mused.

There was a suggestion in her tone, a breathy quality to her laugh that made your pulse quicken.

"I have a few ideas," you managed.

"Oh?" She pressed back more firmly against you. "Care to share?"

Before you could answer, her hand covered yours again, guiding it lower, just shy of her thigh. "See? You’re getting the hang of it."

Your heart raced as you adjusted to her lead, your body mirroring hers. The world around you faded. There was only her, the music, and the intoxicating way she moved.

Luna twisted to look back at you, her hand reaching up to brush a lock of two-toned hair from her face. "You’re not half bad, you know. For someone who claims to have two left feet."

"I guess I had a good teacher."

Her face lit up at your compliment. Sensing an opportunity you doubled down. "You have a way of making someone feel confident. Special, even. I guess that’s just part of being a hero and an idol, right?"

Luna’s head tilted to the side. "Maybe. Or maybe you are special. You’re here after all."

You resisted the urge to tell her that there was absolutely nothing special about making it to the top of a video game leaderboard, but you bit your tongue. Instead you allowed yourself to actually soak up her compliment.

A brief silence fell between you before you felt the pull of her hand as she took a step back, her eyes still locked on yours.

"Come on," she said, her voice playful again. "There’s more to do than just dance."

Normally, you might’ve hesitated. But the way she looked at you, the invitation in her smile, the adrenaline and arousal still coursing through your veins from your shared dance...why would you say no?

"Lead the way."

Luna didn’t let go of your hand as she led you toward one of the side exits. The distant sound of music and laughter faded behind you, replaced by the quiet hum of a more intimate space.

The hallway was dimly lit, and she paused near a large window. The city skyline stretched out beyond the glass, snow lightly dusting the rooftops under the moonlight.

"It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?"

You tore your eyes from Luna to look at the view. "Yeah, it really is."

Luna turned her gaze away from the window to look at you. "So, have you enjoyed the night so far?"

"Surprisingly, yes," you admitted.

"What do you mean ’surprisingly’?" Luna pouted, a faux accusatory tone in her voice.

You laughed, raising your hands defensively. "Not in a bad way, I promise."

"Right. Uh huh." She crossed her arms, but the smile playing at her lips gave her away.

"I just mean...events like this aren’t usually my thing."

Luna’s expression softened, her playful façade dropping just a bit. "I get it though. Nights like this, they can be a lot to handle." She glanced back at the window, her reflection shimmering in the glass. "To be honest, I was a little nervous about tonight too."

"You? Nervous?"

"Mhm." She turned back to you. "Living up to expectations, you know? Being ’Luna Snow’ all the time." Her fingers made air quotes. "But you made it easy. Made it perfect, actually."

Something warm bloomed in your chest at her words. You looked at her wide-eyed, unsure what to say.

She placed a hand on your chest, her touch light. "If you ask me, I think you’ve handled yourself pretty well."

The distance between you felt smaller now. You found yourself leaning closer, drawn in by the genuine warmth in her heterochromatic eyes. Her breath was soft against your skin as the space closed between you.

As your lips met, a slight chill ran through you, replaced by growing warmth as Luna responded. Her hand rose, cupping your cheek as your tongue ran against her bottom lip. Her mouth parted and your tongues danced together in a kiss that grew hungrier by the second.

Your fingers gripped at her dress while hers dug into your blazer. Her lips were soft, warm, and tasted faintly of champagne.

You pulled back, desperate for air and watched her eyes flutter open. She stared at you with flushed cheeks, her lips curving into a smile.

"I was wondering when you’d finally get around to that."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Luna let out one of her light laughs as she pulled you closer, her fingers dancing along the hairs at the back of your neck. "Better late than never."

You smiled against her lips before kissing her again, letting yourself indulge this time..

When you finally pulled apart, Luna’s eyes were half-lidded, a dreamy smile on her face. "I could get used to that."

You moved forward to kiss her again but she stepped back with a playful grin, her hand finding yours.

“As much as I’d love to continue..." She glanced around the hallway with an exaggerated look of consideration. "I don’t exactly do public shows."

"No?"

"Mmm." She tugged you gently down the hallway. "I’m more of a private performance kind of girl."

Your heart hammered in your chest as she led you further down the corridor, her fingers intertwined with yours. She stopped at a door, glancing back at you with that mischievous smile.

"You coming?"

"Obviously," you managed, your voice slightly breathless.

Laughter fell from her lips as she turned the handle and pulled you inside.

It was more expensive than any room you had ever stepped into. A massive bed dominated the center, its emerald sheets catching the warm glow from a fireplace crackling in the corner.

Luna closed the door behind you with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo in the sudden quiet, and you became acutely aware of how alone you were now.

"So," Luna said, stepping closer. She walked around you slowly, almost appraising. "Nervous?"

"Maybe a little," you admitted.

"Good." She stopped in front of you, her fingers playing with the collar of your blazer. "It means you care."

You leaned in to press your lips to the curve of her neck. Her pixie-cut hair left the delicate skin exposed, and she tilted her head just enough to allow your touch.

"Getting bolder," she murmured, though you felt her breath hitch slightly.

"You did say tonight was about me, right?"

Luna pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her expression warm. "I did, didn’t I? Then let me give you a show."

She placed her hands lightly on your chest and gave a push. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sat, propping yourself up on your elbows as Luna stood before you. Her eyes, one icy blue and the other warm brown, were fixed on you.

Luna’s fingers moved to the shimmering straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders. The fabric slipped from her frame and cascaded to the floor in a fluid motion, pooling around her feet. She wore no bra, only a thin, ice blue thong remained.

"Cat got your tongue?" she teased, her lips curling into that familiar, mischievous grin. She stepped closer, sinking to her knees as her fingers hooked into your belt loops.

"Just in awe," you mumbled.

"You’re cute." Luna laughed, a genuine warmth in her expression.

"I---" You hesitated, heat rising in your cheeks again.

"Tell me what you’re thinking."

"I…don’t really do this. Like, ever."

“I don’t make a habit of this either,” Luna teased before her expression softened, and she squeezed your waist. "But if that’s the case, I’m glad it’s with me. And hey, if you ever want to slow down, just let me know, okay?"

She held your gaze, her thumb tracing small circles against your side when she said those words. Given the way your heart was racing, you didn’t see that happening anytime soon but you still smiled and nodded.

“Yeah.”

Satisfied, Luna’s fingers moved to your belt, deftly undoing the buckle. You fumbled to help, lifting your hips as she tugged your pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. Luna chuckled at your eagerness, the sound reassuring. When they were finally off, your cock sprung free and stood at attention.

"Oh, wow…" Luna’s eyes flicking up to yours with an appreciative grin. "So being good at games isn’t all you have going for you, huh?"

You let out a shaky laugh, your face flushing when her fingers brushed against your thigh.

Is this really happening?

Her touch was light and teasing, as her fingers traced up to your cock. Teeth bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep some shred of composure. It was near impossible when she was looking at you like she could see every degenerate thought, and hear every frantic heartbeat. Fingers coiled around your cock, her grip firm but not too tight. Her wrist flicked with a practiced steadiness as she stroked upward, the slide of her palm spreading your precum along the shaft.

“O-oh. Oh god.”

So much for playing it cool.

Luna’s merely smiled in response as her hand began to glide along your shaft. "You’re so responsive."

"Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

Her thumb swiped over the tip, spreading the bead of precum, "Definitely a good thing,"

Her breath was warm against your skin as she pressed a soft kiss to the tip, your hips jerking in an involuntary betrayal.

"See?" Luna whispered.

Her tongue followed, a slow, deliberate stripe along the underside of your cock, trailing the thick vein there. Your hands fisted into the sheets, desperate to ground yourself.

Christ. She’s barely even started.

The thought was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

Finally, she took your cock into her mouth. At first it was just the tip, her tongue swirling around it just to let you know this was real. Then, inch-by-inch Luna took more. You felt the slow, steady push as she took you deeper, the head of your cock nudging the back of her throat, and you had to bite back a curse. Her lips stretched around you, slick and tight, pulling more of you in each time she bobbed her head.

"Luna…" The sound of her name came out like an embarrassing croak.

She looked up through her lashes, her two-toned hair framing her face. Her eyes locked on yours. The visual alone was almost too much. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the deliberate draw of pressure shooting straight through you.

Luna pulled off with a wet pop, her hand still stroking the shaft. "Did you like that?"

"God, yes."

The answer came out quicker than you intended. Clearly the pleasure was eroding your prior anxiety. Your hips twitched, desperate at the loss of contact, but her other hand pressed firmly against your thigh. Her thumb rubbed slow circles there, grounding you again just as you were about to lift your hips in search of her mouth.

"Patience. I want you to enjoy this."

The hand around your shaft slid down, cupping your balls, her fingers massaging with a gentle, knowing pressure. Your head fell back against the pillows with a groan.

How does she know exactly what I like?

The thought was interrupted as her touch alternated; firm one moment, a light tease the next. Always keeping you right on the edge but not denying you pleasure. She rolled your balls in her palm before stroking back up your shaft, her fingers slick with spit.

“You don’t have to hold back, you know,” Luna said, her lips brushing against your length.

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to…”

Not when she had already swallowed your cock again. A cool sensation radiated from her fingertips creating a hot-and-cold contrast between her touch and her mouth. Your hips jerked helplessly as her mouth tightened around the head, her tongue flattening beneath you while she sucked

“Fuck, that’s good. Keep going, just like that.”

Luna hummed in response, the vibration making your toes curl. It sent a jolt straight to your cock, and you twitched in her mouth. Your hand had moved from the sheets to her hair, gripping tightly. Not enough to seize control, but enough to let her know how lost you were as your head fell back. After all, she had told you that you didn’t have to hold back. Your fingers threaded into her hair as she bobbed faster, her throat relaxing around you with each push.

Her pace quickened in response. You exhaled sharply, pressure building in your balls. This was happening. Your first blowjob and from a celebrity no less. Not just a celebrity but a superhero! A superhero who was currently gagging herself on your length, the wet sounds of her efforts filling the decadent room. Every time her nose brushed your lower stomach, she swallowed around you, the tight squeeze forcing a raw sound out of your chest.

Then with a long, vulgar slurp, Luna pulled off of your cock.

“I don’t want you to finish too early,” she said, as she began to push the hem of your shirt upwards.

“Y-yeah. Of course. That was…amazing,” you breathed.

Luna let out a giggle as she cupped your cheek, leaning up to kiss you.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. But you know, that was just the start.”

Your pulse raced at the implication of her words. “Really?”

“Mhm,” Luna nodded, biting her bottom lip.

In a fluid motion, she stood, slipping out of her thong before climbing onto your lap. Her fingers brushed against your cheek, cool fingertips causing you to shiver.

“Does it feel real yet?”

Your breath hitched as you felt the tip of your cock press against her entrance.

“It’s starting to.”

Slowly, Luna began to sink onto your cock, her tight heat spreading to accommodate you. Her chest arched into yours, as her nails gripped your shoulder.

“Luna…”

“Call me, Seol-Hee.”

You looked up, meeting her gaze as she now knelt firmly in your lap, fully stuffed, her eyes glossy.

“Seol-Hee,” you said.

Luna leaned closer, “I like the way you say it.”

Your hands found their way to her hips, the skin there smooth and surprisingly warm. The initial, shocking fit of her around you had passed, leaving only pleasure.

"Seol-Hee," you repeated.

A pleased sound escaped her lips. Her fingers curled against your shoulders, nails pressing half-crescents into your skin. She began to move, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that drew a groan from your chest. Her thighs tightened around your hips with each roll, the steady drag of her pussy gripping along your length in a way that made your lower back tense.

"How does it feel?"

Her breathing was uneven but her rhythm remained controlled. All the while Luna watched your expression, as if wanting to make sure that you were enjoying yourself first and foremost. Her eyes tracked every twitch in your face, every sharp inhale, like she was adjusting her movements to squeeze the best reaction out of you.

"Incredible," you managed, your voice strained. "So good. Does…does it feel good for you?"

“It’s amazing,” Luna hunched over, nipping at your bottom lip..

Her breasts brushed your chest with each forward lean, bouncing lightly when your hips lifted to meet her. Her mouth fell open, a flush spreading across her chest. One hand braced itself against your chest, her hips rocking in your lap confidently.

"The way you move…I can’t think straight."

“Then don’t think."

Her breath was cool against your lips when she spoke. Inspiration sparked at those words. Your hips bucked upwards to meet her descent, burying your cock deeper inside her. Luna moaned, startled, her head falling back. Her timed idol-rhythm faltered as her walls clenched around your length. The sudden squeeze around you forced another groan out of your throat, her body clamping down like she was trying to drag more of you inside.

“That’s a new move…”

“It’s only fair. I know all your moves.”

God, please don’t make video game references right now.

To distract yourself from your own cringe you decided to take it one step further. Your arm slipped around her waist, rolling her over so her back was against the mattress. The movement was, admittedly, less smooth than you had imagined. The movies always made it look so effortless. But Luna’s laughter felt endearing rather than mocking. Her legs tightened around your waist on instinct as she rolled, pulling you with her and keeping you seated deep inside her.

“You really are a quick learner.”

Your mind briefly flashed back to the dance floor. How awkward you had been with your self-proclaimed two left feet. How Luna had guided your hand to her hips. How she’d slowly taught you the rhythm of hips against hips. In the present, you rolled your hips, earning an arch of her back in response. Her nipples brushed your chest as her body arched, her nails digging into your shoulders every time your hips pressed flush against hers.

“I had a good teacher,” the words were breathed against her open mouth, low and heavy.

Just like on the dance floor, you found your rhythm. As your confidence grew, so did your pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the shared moans of pleasure. Ice particles bloomed against your skin where Luna clung to you, her control faltering. Her ankles crossed at the base of your spine, locking you in against her as your thrusts grew rougher, the mattress shifting beneath both of you.

“Seol-Hee…”

Your mouth found hers as her hips met your increasingly frantic thrusts, her thighs starting to shake. Her legs wrapped around your waist, not just inviting you deeper but pulling your cock in. Every time she tightened those legs, you sank to the hilt, her breath catching against your lips as her body welcomed the deeper push.

“I’m almost there,” Luna gasped.

Your cock swelled inside of her at that admission. Her mouth might’ve taken the edge off but you were still only human. Still just a gamer who had gotten a once in a lifetime opportunity. Still just, well, a man. The moment you felt her lithe frame shudder against yours, her toned stomach clenching as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched in quick, tight pulses around you, dragging your release to the surface as she came.

You were right there with her. You managed two rough pumps before ecstasy took over. Hips convulsed as you spilled ropes of your release inside of her, your vision going white. Your grip on her hips tightened as you emptied into her, the overwhelming pressure forcing another ragged groan out of you.

When it was over it took you a moment to remember where you were.

“So it was that good for you too?”

It was Luna’s exhausted voice that drew your consciousness back to the present. Her chest rose and fell quickly, sweat beading between her breasts as she blinked up at you with a dazed smile.

You looked down to see her staring up at you, her flawless skin dotted with signs of exertion. Her hair was damp and clung to her skin. Though in your mind, she looked heavenly.

“I think that’s an understatement.”

Luna giggled, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “I’m glad.”

After realizing your arms might give out you shifted, slipping out of her and onto the bed next to her. Luna shifted towards you, looking at you with an expression that made your cheeks flush. So, naturally, you had to break the ice.

“What do you think Venom is up to right now?”

The question ripped a laugh from Luna, her head falling against your chest. “Honestly, that’s one answer I could do without.”

You joined her in laughter, the tension falling away to contentment. For the first time that night, nothing felt out of place.

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