The mansion was quiet that afternoon. Alex floated in his pool, stretched out on a giant inflatable lounger shaped like a slice of pizza. His phone balanced on his chest, earbuds in, thumb lazily flicking upward as the endless scroll of Instagram Reels carried him along.
Cats playing piano. A guy reviewing ramen hacks. Some influencer screaming at a camera. He wasn't really paying attention; just zoning out, laughing, and enjoying the hum of warm water beneath him.
Then his thumb froze. The screen showed a girl.
"Are you kidding me…?"
Not just any girl.
She stood on a stretch of white sand, waves rolling up at her heels, the camera tilted just enough to make her figure pop. Her bikini was electric blue, accented with silvery-white straps that clung to her like frost. Her skin had that smooth, impossible glow of moonlight. Her hair was a striking black-and-white contrast, dark at the roots, fading into silver-white tips that shimmered under the sun like snow dust.
She smiled. God, that smile. Coy, almost teasing. Then she laughed, spinning once for the camera as text appeared:
< ✨ Island life = best life. ✨
The reel cut to her stretching out on a beach chair, shades slipping down her nose to reveal playful heterochromic eyes. Right eye was brown, left was cyan blue. The caption beneath read:
< @lunasnow_official
Cosplay is life ❄️ #LunaSnow #MarvelRivals #beachvibes #cosplayer
The likes? 340k. The followers? Just over a million.
Alex sat bolt upright on the float, nearly tipping into the pool.
"…Oh. Oh, come on."
He thumbed to her profile. Sure enough, the grid was full: thirty days of reels and clips. Her sipping cocktails with neon straws, her running along the beach with her hair whipping behind her, her trying on different bikinis in front of a full-length mirror with captions like 'cosplay fit check ❄️🔥'. She'd even done transitions; snapping her fingers and suddenly wearing a short summer dress, or pouting at the camera before revealing herself in a new bikini.
Luna Snow had the influencer game down cold. No pun intended.
Alex dragged his palm down his face. "Natasha is going to kill me."
He clicked on another reel. This one was filmed selfie-style, Luna Snow holding her phone up while she walked barefoot through what looked like a small coastal town. Locals waved at her in the background, clearly charmed. She winked at the camera, pointing at a shaved ice stall.
< Japan has the SECOND best desserts. Fight me.
The comments section was insane.
< @WeebMaster69: bro she's hotter than the sun🔥🔥🔥
< @IcePrincessFanclub: our queen ❄️👑
< @AnimeExpoOfficial: would love to feature this cosplay next year 👀
< @randomjapanguy: wait she's in Kyushu?? no way
And of course:
@simp_alert: marry me please 🥹
Alex groaned, sinking back onto his inflatable pizza.
He knew exactly what this meant.
Whenever Marvel Rivals characters appeared, it was always near him. That had been the pattern since day one. Psylocke. Emma. Natasha dealing with the fallout. Even Magik, recently. They all, in one way or another, landed within his orbit.
So how the hell had he missed Luna Snow?
He scrolled further down. Her first post, exactly one month ago:
< Woke up on a beach. No clue where I am, but hey, the weather's nice. ❄️🤍
Alex's thumb hovered over the caption. His brain went into replay mode, sifting through memories. One month ago, where had he been?
Ah. Right. Japan. The island Natasha had bought. He'd been there, wrapped up by Psylocke's ass. His days had been a blur of cooking, occasional gaming, and, well, bed-shaking fucking.
So Luna Snow had spawned then. Somewhere nearby. But he hadn't noticed, either because he was too busy gaming, or too distracted by women, or just plain unlucky.
Now she had one million followers, an entire fanbase, and the entire internet thinking she was just some genius-level cosplayer with an eye for aesthetics.
He rubbed his temple.
"Everybody in her comments assumes she's a roleplayer. They think they effects are from video editing."
When in reality, it was real. All of her was real.
And to be fair, who could blame her or her fans? Luna Snow looked like she was carved from glass and moonlight. That asymmetrical crop-top jacket, those legs that went on forever, the way her hips swayed when she laughed into the camera—it was a natural fit for the thirst-trap algorithm. And judging by the comments, people were drinking it up by the gallon.
Alex swiped to another reel. This one had her dancing. A quick TikTok-style shuffle to a Korean pop track, hips rolling, chest bouncing lightly in that too-tight bikini. She did a spin, blew a kiss at the camera, and the reel cut.
The caption:
< Cosplay + dance = ✨❄️✨
The likes? Over half a million.
Alex winced. "Yeah. Definitely going to need Natasha's help."
He imagined walking up to Luna Snow now. Trying to explain. "Hey, so, don't freak out, but all of your powers are gone, and also, you're technically part of a video game that I play on PC. Oh, and by the way, half the cast of Marvel Rivals has already moved into my house."
Yeah. That'd go great.
"But…wait…" He went back on the video again. "Her powers…are there? At the very least, she can summon sparkles."
For the stronger women in his band of ladies, it was possible to use snippets of their powers. But never at the full scale. Was it the same for Luna Snow? But…
"I mean, no offence, but she's not Scarlet Witch or Hela."
So far, it seemed that those connected to an outside force were more likely to regain their powers. In Wanda's case, it was her Chaos magic and for Hela, it was the fact that she was powered by the concept of death itself. Mutants and others were less likely to maintain their powers, which Luna was. Okay, wait, no, not mutant but human-mutate. Like Spider-Man and Luke Cage. Her powers were acquired through a lab accident involving a cold-fusion reactor, not from being born with the mutant gene
The float bumped against the pool's edge, jostling him back. He stared at the phone again.
Another reel. This one had her lying stomach-down on a lounge chair, chin propped up in her hands as she scrolled her own phone. The camera angle was low, lingering on the curve of her back, the smooth rise of her ass in that thin bikini bottom. She didn't even try to hide it.
Alex's ears went hot. His dick twitched in his pants.
The comment section agreed.
< @pervyturtle: god bless cosplay 🙏
< @iceicebaby: girl i'm on my knees rn
< @moongazer: I've seen the snow goddess and she is real 😩
He tossed his phone lightly onto the lounger beside him. He let out a long sigh and then laughed, floating there as the cicadas droned louder in the heat. He could ignore it. Pretend she was just another viral star. But no—he knew better. Luna Snow was real. This was no roleplayer. Worst case scenario, someone else would notice something they weren't supposed to.
And when that happened?
"Yeah. A mess."
Alex reached for his phone again. He pulled up his contacts. His thumb hovered over one name for a moment. Natasha.
If anyone could handle this, it was her. Spy, Avenger, secret-keeper, and street-level. She'd know how to approach Luna Snow without making things spiral.
"Alright," he muttered. "Guess it's time for another uncomfortable conversation."
He tapped her name. The line began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Natasha, hey, I think we, uh, kind of have a situation…"
***
So Natasha did all the heavy-lifting and pin-pointed a location, future locations, past locations, and more.
They duo ended up at a pool resort on the outskirts of Seoul, a high-end leisure spot tucked against the base of a wooded hill. The resort's design was modern-glass curves, wide decks, and glittering turquoise water that sparkled under the midday sun. Families splashed in the shallow ends, couples lounged on floating recliners, and a group of teenagers queued for the tall waterslide shaped like a twisting dragon.
Alex was on a padded lounger beneath a white parasol, sunglasses perched on his nose. He'd expected Natasha to wear something subtle, but she purposely looked like she belonged in a glossy magazine spread.
Natasha reclined beside him, legs crossed at the ankle, her red bikini shimmering under the light like satin. It was a simple two-piece but devastating in execution: a halter top that pushed her D-cup bust high—fuller than most women could dream—and high-cut bottoms that accentuated her already sculpted hips and thighs. A pair of black shades sat perched on her nose, her red hair tied in a high ponytail. Natasha looked relaxed, almost lazy, but her eyes flicked behind the shades constantly, always searching.
Alex was searching too. Sometimes. They were right beside one another so his gaze did sometimes wonder to her cleavage. J-just sometimes though.
"You're staring," Natasha said casually.
"I, uh, wasn't."
"You were." She stretched her arms overhead, the motion arching her back, her boobs jiggling and practically taunting him. "Don't worry. I like it when you stare."
He flushed and looked away. "L-look, it's probably not a good idea for me to…"
"Get excited? Maybe, maybe not. I could shoot a gun, get everyone out of here, and you can fuck my brains out."
"Natasha…"
"Come on, honey, that's why you like me," Natasha teased, then tilted her chin toward the far side of the pool deck. "Target spotted."
Alex followed her gaze.
Luna Snow.
She was perched on the edge of a lounge chair near the infinity pool, her legs folded gracefully to the side, toes dipped into the shimmering water. Her bikini was a cool, icy blue, accented with pale silver straps that gleamed like frost in the sunlight. Unlike Natasha's, Luna's figure was toned from years of dance, long limbs with a dancer's elegance, her bust smaller than Natasha's but perfectly balanced against her narrow waist and full hips. Her hair—half dark, half snowy white—glowed under the sun, catching the attention of nearly every passerby.
Luna wasn't alone.
A man in his mid-forties sat across from her, his polo shirt neatly pressed, a wristwatch worth more than most cars glinting under the sun. His posture screamed business even here at a pool resort.
Alex leaned closer to Natasha. "Who's that?"
"Assistant CEO of Helios Talent Agency. They manage idols and dancers." Natasha's lips curved faintly as she adjusted her shades. "They're sniffing her out and want her for a collab. Same as us, I suppose."
Luna was clearly struggling. Even from this distance, Alex could see her stiff posture, her nervous smile. The Assistant CEO's questions seemed simple, but Luna hesitated too often, fumbling through half-answers.
"What's your training background?"
"Ah, um—street dancing, mostly."
"And your birth year?"
"You know…2002."
The Assistant CEO crunched the numbers. "...so you're eighteen?"
"W-what? No, I'm twenty-two."
"So 1998."
The man's polite smile tightened. He jotted something in a notebook, then slipped a business card across the table. A courtesy. Nothing more. He excused himself soon after, leaving Luna sitting stiff as a board, the smile falling from her face as soon as his back turned.
Alex exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "She doesn't have an ID, does she?"
"Of course not." Natasha's voice was low and blunt. "From what I researched, she's lucky she got this far without getting arrested."
Luna slipped the card into her bag like it was a useless receipt, her shoulders slumping as she dipped her feet deeper into the water.
Natasha turned her head toward Alex, smirking faintly. "She's got a nice butt, though."
Alex nearly choked. "Natasha—"
"What? I'm just saying. Between her and me and Psylocke, you've got a type."
He flushed, adjusting his shades. Natasha chuckled and patted his thigh. "Relax. I'm not jealous. But this part? This is your choice. She's vulnerable, Alex. You'll have to decide if she belongs in your… collection."
"Y-you girls aren't a collection to me."
"That's why we love you," Natasha said with a smirk.
Alex looked back at Luna. Alone, nervous, trying to look composed for the world when she was clearly fraying inside.
"I want to help her," he said finally.
Natasha nodded once, like she'd expected it. "Then let's move."
They stood. Natasha tied a thin shawl loosely around her hips. Alex followed in plain black swim trunks, tugging his shirt back on as they crossed the deck.
Luna looked up when they approached. At first, her expression was cautious, polite, the kind you give to strangers who might be fans or trouble. Then she noticed how directly they were walking toward her.
"Hi," Alex said gently. "Mind if we sit?"
Luna tilted her head. "Do I… know you?" She looked especially at Natasha. "Huh…are you a…cosplay or…"
Natasha leaned down slightly, removing her shades, her green eyes sharp. "No."
"No?"
"But we know you, Luna Snow."
"Oh, so, haha, guess you know my account, right?"
"It's not just that," Alex said. "We know you."
"Err…" Luna's lips parted and looked between them. She hesitated, then waved them to sit. Natasha draped herself across the chair beside her, crossing one long leg over the other, while Alex sat closer, careful to keep his posture non-threatening.
"We're not recruiters," Alex said. "We're not fans. We know you're not a cosplayer, Luna Snow. We know you're real."
For a long moment, the world seemed to freeze.
"Wait…" Luna's eyes flicked to Natasha. "Wait…are you…"
"Black Widow, yes."
Luna's eyes widened, her lips trembling as though she'd forgotten how to breathe.
Then they watered. Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, and a small, broken laugh escaped her.
"I—I almost thought I was going insane," she whispered. "Everyone thinks I'm just… roleplaying. Pretending. And I couldn't tell them otherwise. Not without sounding crazy."
Her composure shattered. She lurched forward and threw her arms around Alex, burying her face against his chest. Her voice shook as she whispered, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Alex froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back gently. She was trembling.
Natasha smirked faintly over her shades, lips curling with satisfaction.
Luna pulled back just enough to look at Alex, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed. She grinned suddenly and hugged him again, tighter this time, like she was afraid he'd vanish if she let go.
'Uh…guess the conversation went faster than I expected…'
"Want to go back to my hotel!?"
"Oh, um, sure…" Alex looked at Natasha, only to find her smirking.
"I think I'll leave you two at it. I have…documents to process."
Luna was still hugging Alex and only looked at Natasha with a question mark. "Alex will explain it," Natasha said, "at your hotel."
"Oh, okay!" Luna looked up at him. "Here's me putting my trust in you, uh, Alex!"
"R-right…"
This was going REALLY fast. Honestly…with her boobs pressed to his chest, he didn't mind it.
****
Luna's hotel suite was spacious, modern, and gleaming with warm lighting that reflected off glass walls looking out onto Seoul's skyline. The kind of place that whispered luxury without trying too hard, though right now, it looked more like a fashion tornado had torn through.
Bikinis. Everywhere.
Laid across the king-sized bed, draped on the back of chairs, hanging off the edge of the nightstand. Different colors, patterns, cuts, each one somehow highlighting the fact that Luna Snow didn't really need them to look good. She was standing barefoot near the vanity mirror, holding up a shimmering lavender bikini against her toned figure, appraising it with a tilted head.
"What do you think, Alex? Too sweet? Like, I'm about to pose with an ice cream cone?"
So Luna Snow made most off her money from bikinis pics on Instagram. By pretending to be herself. By being a cosplayer. She was practically a step under making an OnlyFans.
Alex sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, still in his dark swim trunks. His phone rested uselessly beside him. It was impossible to scroll when Luna was twirling in front of him like a runway model.
"It's… cute," Alex said carefully.
Luna lowered the bikini, her lips twitching into a smirk. "Cute? That's code for boring." She swapped it out for a glittery silver set that sparkled under the warm light. "And this one?"
"Uhh, kinda blinding if I'm being honest."
"So, weaponized bikini. Got it." Luna giggled, tossing the lavender one onto the growing pile. "Hm…"
"What's got you so, uh, tense about picking?"
"You said Natasha would make me a bank account and stuff, right?"
"Right…"
"So, I should prepare to make an OnlyFans!"
"Huh…?"
"I gotta make money somehow!" Luna laughed. Her laughter softened, though, as she sat on the edge of the bed beside him, crossing her legs and resting her chin in her hand. "Instagram is fun but…it doesn't make enough money. And, well, I want to relax. None of this was easy."
Alex glanced at her.
"I bet everyone thinks I was lucky with good-looks. But back home or even when I landed here, it was anything but easy. Like, no ID, no money, no place to stay. By pure coincidence, I found a lost phone in Japan. It still had a working SIM card and a decent camera. I cleaned it up, set up a new account, and…" She gave a little shrug. "Could only use my looks, you know?"
Alex frowned. "That must've been rough."
"You have no idea." Luna chuckled, though there wasn't much humor in it. "Hotels don't exactly take pity on girls with no passport. I had to find ones that would accept online banking apps or cryptocurrency. Sometimes I slept in business lounges just because they didn't check IDs. And somehow, one of my first reels went viral. Just me dancing on a beach. From there… views turned into followers and that turns into money."
She leaned back on her hands, gazing at the ceiling. "Sometimes I wonder if it's possible to go back. Like—" she made a vague circling gesture "—back home. To the world I actually belong in."
Alex stayed quiet, letting her fill the silence.
"But then," she continued, a small smile tugging at her lips, "part of me kind of… likes this. Being anonymous. Actually anonymous. Where no one chases me with cameras or calls me a national hero. Honestly, I thought about being a K-pop idol again but…it's tough. It was really tough. Here, I'm just… a girl in a bikini posting reels. Do you know how freeing that feels?"
Alex nodded slowly. "I can imagine."
Her smile widened into something teasing. "Besides, here's the funny thing—if I don't wear these shorts—" she tugged at the denim shorts she'd thrown on earlier over her bikini bottoms "—nobody even notices me. No one says, 'Hey, that's Luna Snow.' They just blink once or twice. Because apparently, in this world, I'm only famous for my butt."
Alex flushed slightly, and Luna's smirk deepened.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking glances," she teased, tapping his shoulder. "At least you appreciate it."
He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off, her expression softening again. "I really appreciate that you found me. Honestly. But, um, I have to ask, how much do you know about me? You said you're from this world and I've seen some of the stuff on me…"
He nodded. "Seol Hee. From South Korea. Raised by your grandmother after your parents passed. You trained as a singer and dancer, hoping to give her a better life. You joined 4L1T, your first group, with Jin Soo, Min Jee, and Hae Won. Your stage name became Luna."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"You were supposed to debut at Stark Arena," Alex continued. "But AIM ruined everything. You tried to fight back. Got locked in that freezer. Cold fusion changed you. That's how Luna Snow was born."
For a long time, she just stared at him. She giggled and smiled. "Wow, you really do know everything."
Alex smiled back.
Luna exhaled and let her shoulders relax. "Yeah. That's me. And as much as I loved the fame, the music, the fans…" She paused, her lips curving into a wistful smile. "I'd kill for just one year of anonymity. A year where I could hang out with a guy without paparazzi breathing down my neck. Eat ramen at 3 a.m. without worrying about my weight. Wear sweats in public and not see it trending online. Just… breathe."
Her voice cracked faintly at the end and she looked away.
Alex stood suddenly, brushing his hands against his swim trunks. He didn't have sleeves to roll up, but he pantomimed the motion anyway.
"Then tonight," he said firmly, "you get to breathe. Because I am about to make you the most amazing food you've ever had."
Luna blinked, then laughed. A bright, bubbling laugh that filled the room. She dropped the bikini she'd been holding and practically bounced to her feet.
"You cook?"
"Oh, I more than cook," Alex said with mock-seriousness. "Prepare yourself."
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She clapped her hands together like a kid at a festival. "Yes! Finally! Do you know how long it's been since I had a real meal without counting calories?"
Alex grinned.
Luna beckoned him with a hand, her eyes glittering. "Alright then, chef. Surprise me."
She tossed the rest of the bikinis onto the bed without another thought and followed him eagerly toward the kitchen space in the suite, practically humming with anticipation.
For the first time that evening, she didn't look like a performer or an idol. She just looked like Seol Hee: excited, hungry, and free.
Thirty minutes later, the suite smelled incredible and she was mostly hungry now. Alex had gone all out, raiding the minibar and using the kitchenette like it was his own home kitchen. By the time he plated the food, Luna was bouncing in her chair.
On the table sat steaming bowls of bulgogi rice, kimchi pancakes crisped to golden perfection, and even spicy tteokbokki smothered in gochujang sauce. Somehow, he'd managed to whip up an entire Korean comfort food spread with the limited resources of a hotel suite.
Luna clasped her hands together dramatically. "Where did you learn all this?"
Alex chuckled. "I have a lot of guests at home."
"Thank them for me for training you!" She grabbed her chopsticks and dove in. The first bite of bulgogi hit her tongue, and she made a noise that was embarrassingly close to a moan. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Where has this been all my life?"
"You're Korean, you've had bulgogi before."
"Not like this," she shot back, mouth full. "This tastes like… like my grandma made it. A-after I cried over practice. It's…"
She trailed off, not being able to describe it and only eat it.
Alex smiled, watching her shovel more into her mouth. She paused long enough to point her chopsticks at him. "You are not allowed to disappear. Ever. I officially need this in my life."
"Good to know," he said, hiding his grin behind his glass of lemonade.
When she finally slowed down, leaning back with a happy sigh, her cheeks were faintly pink. Alex had noticed she hadn't touched the bottle of soju he'd set out earlier.
"You don't drink, huh?" he asked.
"Not usually," she admitted. "Idols aren't supposed to. Weight, image, training schedules… there's no space for late-night drinks." She hesitated, twirling her chopsticks. "But…" Her eyes flicked to his, then to the unopened bottle. "It's not fun doing it alone. So… maybe tonight."
Alex arched a brow. "You're sure?"
She grinned, snatching the bottle. "I want to try new things. Especially if I have someone to try them with."
They poured. She made a face at the burn of the first shot, then chased it with water, laughing at herself. "Wow. Okay. That is horrible."
"Gets better on the second one."
"Liar," she said, pouring another.
By the time the bottle was half-empty, Luna was giggling nonstop. She flopped against the couch with her knees pulled up, clutching a throw pillow like it was a shield. "We need a movie," she announced.
"Alright, what do you wanna watch?"
"Something stupid. Something we can make fun of."
A few scrolls later, Alex landed on Kraven the Hunter.
Luna stared at the poster, then burst out laughing. "No. No way."
"Yes way," Alex said, hitting play.
"I know him! He's Spider-Man's enemy! I think!"
"It'll be fun!"
It was a disaster from the start. Within five minutes, Luna was clutching his shoulder, cackling so loudly the neighbors might have complained if the walls weren't so thick.
"D-did they just CGI her mouth!?" she wheezed.
"They were desperate."
"Is that the rhino!?
They tore through the entire film like hecklers in the back row of a theater. Every bad line was repeated in exaggerated accents. Every dramatic pause got a sarcastic "oooh." At one point, Luna nearly choked on her drink.
Halfway through, Luna leaned fully onto his shoulder, her laughter softening into smaller giggles. Her head rested there naturally, like it had always belonged.
"Hey, Alex," she murmured between sips of her drink.
"Yeah?"
"I think this might be the best date I've ever been on."
He blinked, caught off guard. "This… counts as a date?"
"Of course it does. Food, drinks, terrible movie, hot guy next to me…" Her voice dropped into playful singsong. "Totally a date."
His ears went red, but he didn't argue.
By the time the credits rolled, Luna was quiet. He glanced down to see her eyes closed, her breathing even. Her head still rested on his shoulder, her lips parted slightly in sleep.
Alex smiled softly. Carefully, he shifted, sliding one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. She stirred faintly but didn't wake as he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently among the pile of bikinis she'd abandoned earlier.
He pulled a blanket over her and stood for a moment, watching her peaceful face.
"Goodnight, Luna."
Then he flicked off the lights, still smiling as he headed toward the couch.
***
The first sliver of dawn painted the sky peach and lavender outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Luna stirred, the deep, post-soju slumber reluctantly releasing its grip. She was alone in the vast bed, surrounded by a silken chaos of discarded bikinis. A smile touched her lips as last night's memories flashed: the incredible food, the terrible movie, the warmth of his shoulder. Alex.
A deep hunger gnawed at her. She slipped out of bed, the cool marble floor a shock against her bare feet. Pulling on one of the hotel's plush robes, she padded silently toward the kitchen, her mind already on the leftover bulgogi.
Luna got some food, drank some water, yawned, and halfway turned to the living room when she saw it. Him.
"Oh."
Alex was sprawled on the couch, one arm flung over his head, the other resting on his stomach. The thin sheet he'd used had slipped down to his hips. And there, tenting the soft grey fabric of his swim trunks, was an impossible tower.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
It was a monument. A thick, distinct tower straining and stretching the material to its absolute limit. The sheer size of it was staggering, a prominent, daunting bulge that dominated the space. Luna's mind, still fuzzy with sleep, tried to quantify it. 'Ten inches? More?' It was the single largest cock she had ever seen, even in just its dormant, yet clearly straining, state.
A flush of heat, sudden and intense, spread from her core to her cheeks. Her mouth went dry. The leftover food was entirely forgotten and replaced by a primal, consuming curiosity. The suite was utterly silent save for Alex's soft, even breathing and Luna's footsteps.
Almost without conscious thought, her feet carried her closer. The space between them vanished. She was in the living room. Luna could see the individual threads of the fabric, strained taut. Her hand, seemingly of its own volition, began to go over. Her fingers trembled slightly, hovering just an inch from that devastating bulge. She could almost feel the heat radiating from it, a dormant power begging to be awakened. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
'Just one touch.'
She was going to touch it. She would have touched it, if not for the low, sleep-filled groan that rumbled from him.
Luna jumped back as if electrocuted, her hand flying to her side. She ran toward the refrigerator, yanking the door open with a force that made the bottles inside clink together, her back to him. 'Act normal. Act normal. Y-you were just getting water!'
She heard the rustle of fabric as he stirred. A long, deep yawn.
"Mornin'," his voice was a gravelly rasp, thick with sleep. "You're up early."
Luna willed her voice to be steady, grabbing a water bottle she didn't want. "Uh-huh. Just… thirsty." She dared a glance over her shoulder.
Alex was sitting up now, rubbing a hand over his face, blissfully unaware of the spectacular evidence of his morning arousal still prominently on display. He blinked slowly, looking adorably disoriented. "Sleep okay?"
"Like a rock," Luna said, her voice a touch too high. "My bed is magic."
"Lucky you," he chuckled, stretching his arms high above his head. The movement made the tent in his trunks shift, and Luna's eyes were irrefutably drawn to it for a split second before she forced them away. He seemed completely oblivious, standing up with another yawn. "I'm gonna… uh… freshen up."
He shuffled past her, heading for the bathroom, the impressive morning boner leading the way. The bathroom door clicked shut, and Luna finally let out the breath she'd been holding, slumping against the cool fridge. 'God.'
A minute later, the shower turned on. The image of him under the spray, water sluicing over all that… everything… was enough to make her thighs press together. She needed air. She needed to do something with this frantic energy buzzing under her skin.
"I should change," Luna told herself.
***
Ten minutes later, Alex was out of the shower. Unfortunately, he couldn't find new clothes for himself. Everything happened so quickly and Luna hadn't planned ahead for anything. He was stuck in his swim trunks.
"Luna?" he called out. "Lunaaaa?"
"Over here!"
Her voice was coming from…outside. Ah, the pool. This was a fancier hotel with a balcony containing a pool and everything. Super expensive, albeit pretty shading considering they let Luna Snow of all people come here.
Like it mattered.
He walked over and knew the exact moment he registered her. Alex's steps faltered. His eyes darkened, traveling the length of her body from her slicked-back hair down to her sleek legs, lingering on the curve of her hips and the dip of her waist. His swimtrunks tented noticeably, the outline firming with every passing second.
Luna was pretending to look away. To be playing with an ice castle that she had conjured with some of the water.
Seeing him, she smiled. She looked over. "Hey, Alex!"
Luna's bikini had been designed for her heart-shaped ass cheeks to be lived in. Oh, and the top clung tight, cut from a shimmering diamond-patterned fabric that caught the light like shards of ice. Blues, silvers, and whites shifted across her chest with every move, making her look like she'd stepped straight out of a frozen nightclub fantasy. The straps crossed over her shoulders, giving her upper body a sculpted, dancer's poise.
Her bottoms were daring, cut high on the hips to show off the smooth curve of her thighs and the fullness of her ass. A thin black sash tied at the side dangled loosely, like it was always one tug away from coming undone. The back was barely there, more cheeky cut than coverage, leaving most of her rear exposed and glowing under the light like pale porcelain dusted in glitter.
White mesh panels ran down her legs, broken into sharp diamond shapes, half-transparent and half-shimmer. It wasn't just a bikini anymore—it was a stage costume, one that made sure eyes followed her every curve whether she was posing, dancing, or simply walking past.
Her accessories pushed it further: clear crystalline wedges that made her legs look impossibly long, fingerless gloves shaped like frozen shards gripping her wrists, and tinted shades pushed up on her icy-blue hair as if to say she knew exactly how hot she looked.
She had always been sexy, but in this? This was a new Luna Snow. New hair, new everything. She had completely changed from morning to snow.
'This...is her new summer skin. Did she do this on purpose?'
As Alex would come to learn...she definitely did.
When the ice castle melted with a touch of her finger, the water returned to normal levels. She was able to swim, momentarily gone from his vision, only to return with a smirk.
"Water's perfect," she said, swimming to the edge and resting her arms on the cool tile, looking up at him. Her position arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. "Aren't you going to join me?"
Alex cleared his throat. "Yeah. Yeah, of course." Fuck. His trunks were already struggling with the considerable task of containing his cock.
He slid into the water with a soft splash, and Luna immediately closed the distance between them. The water swirled around them, chilled from her powers.
"Uh, your hair. It's different."
"I bought this super cool temporary dye," Luna quipped. "It's popular among cosplayers and K-pop idols."
"Ahh, gotcha, gotcha."
So she dyed her hair, just for this? For him? He was honoured.
"I had a really good time last night," Luna said, drifting closer until her body was just a whisper from his. "Best date ever."
He smiled, a little nervously. "Even with the terrible movie?"
"Especially with the terrible movie." She reached out, tracing a meaningless pattern on the surface of the water near his chest. "It's not often I get to just… be Seol Hee. To be silly. To want something… carnal… and just… take it."
Her eyes locked with his. She saw the pulse jump in his throat. With a giggle and a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, she turned around and pressed her back against his chest. Then, she settled her ass firmly against the hard ridge straining against his trunks.
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped him. 'Perfect—'
"L-Luna…!"
She began to move, a slow, sensual grind, rocking her hips back and forth. The firm, round globes of her ass, perfectly shaped and barely contained by the thin black fabric, molded against his erection. Through the layers of their swimsuits, she could feel every rigid, throbbing inch of him. The friction was exquisite, a torturous promise of what was to come. She rolled her hips in a slow circle, feeling him grow even harder, thicker, against her booty.
"Luna, are you really…" he breathed, his voice strained.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, looking up at his profile. "Hmm?" she hummed innocently. She brought one wet hand up, cupping his jaw, her fingers tracing his lips. "Come on. Let's have some fun~!"
She turned her head, her lips finding his.
It started soft, a tentative exploration. But the fire between them was too intense. It quickly deepened into something hungry and desperate. His arms, which had been frozen at his sides, came up to wrap around her, one hand splaying across her flat stomach, the other coming up to palm her breast through the bikini top.
His touch was electric. His thumb found her nipple, already a hard peak against the wet fabric, and circled it slowly, then pinched gently. A low moan vibrated against his mouth. She arched into his touch, grinding her ass back against him with more purpose and more need.
His balls tightened. Fucking hell, this chick's ass felt good. Her kiss too. It was…loving. Purely loving. Fueled by the sight of her, the feel of her perfect ass grinding on him, the taste of her kiss, his balls kept churning. They got heavy even and his cock joined in that heaviness. Getting hard, throbbing hard. He was lost in her, in the sensation. The coil in his balls pulled taut, unraveling with a sudden, shocking intensity he couldn't hope to control.
"Oh fuck—!" His entire body stiffened. His hips jerked forward against her, once, twice. Oh God. Hot, wet warmth flooded the front of his trunks, pulse after pulse of it, an absurd, voluminous release that seemed to go on and on, triggered entirely by the friction of her ass against his.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
He was cumming.
Fuck, he was actually nutting, all because of her heart-shaped booty! Because of an ass that earned her career as a singer! Because of a slutty backside that got guys to spill their loads on magazines of her!
Luna stilled, feeling the frantic spasms against her through the fabric. A brief flicker of surprise widened her eyes before it melted into a slow, deeply satisfied smirk. She pressed her ass back one more time, milking the last shudder from him, feeling him twitch up her back. She couldn't quite get it between her booty cheeks, but she tried. Oh, she tried and it got him to cum harder.
"S-sorry—!"
"Don't be~! Hehe, this is fun!"
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
As his breathing began to slow from ragged gasps and the end of his climax, Alex couldn't bare to look at her. Luna was happy, however, and turned in his arms. His expression was a dazed mix of shock and utter bliss. She looked down between them. The evidence of his climax consisted of a dark, wet patch on the black trunks and the shape of his still-hard, massive erection.
She placed her hands on her hips, the water sluicing off her body. Her smirk turned into a full, wicked grin as her eyes met his.
"Well, chef," Luna purred, her voice low and husky. "Now that you've… preheated the oven… aren't you going to come and actually take me?" Her gaze dipped meaningfully to where his enormous erection, fully hard again and gleaming wet, peeked above the waterline.
Preheated the oven. The words echoed in his head, and a fresh, powerful surge of blood made his already stiff cock ache against the confining wet fabric. Was there shame in losing control like that before? Cumming in his trunks like a teenager?
Not really. K-pop idols were built to be the hottest, baddest chicks among thousands. Among their generation. And Luna Snow sat near the top of the totem pole of hot Korean women. The feel of her, that perfect, heavy ass grinding against him with such confident purpose… it had short-circuited every rational thought. It made sense.
"Let's do it then," he said.
With a strength that made her gasp in delight, his hands slid down her back to cup the full, magnificent curves of her ass. He lifted her effortlessly from the water, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She giggled and peppered kisses on his face.
"This is gonna be SO much fun~!"
He laughed with her. "Agreed."
He carried her the short distance to a wide, cushioned lounge chair. Water cascaded from their bodies as he laid her down on the soft surface.
The early morning sun caught the droplets on her skin, making her gleam. Luna Snow…really was a beauty. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her heterochromic eyes locked on Alex, watching his every move with hungry anticipation. Especially his cock. Especially that twitching, caged mess in his swimtrunks.
Alex knelt on the tiles, his gaze sweeping over her from her parted lips, down the slope of her neck, over the tantalizing swell of her breasts, to the apex of her thighs, barely concealed by the tiny, wet triangle of her bikini bottom.
"Let's see if the oven is ready," he murmured, his voice a raw, husky thing.
Alex's fingers hooked into the sides of her bikini bottoms. With a deliberate slowness that made her squirm, he pulled them down her legs, tossing the soaked scrap of fabric aside. Her pussy was revealed, beautifully bare and already glistening with her arousal. The scent of her Korean cunt, sweet and musky, hit him, and he smiled as he lowered his head between her thighs.
His tongue found her in one long, flat stroke, from her entrance all the way up to her swollen clit. Luna cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that melted into a throaty moan. "O-oh gosh—!"
Her hands flew to his hair, not pushing, but gripping, holding him right where she needed him. He devoured her, his tongue circling and flicking her clit with expert precision before plunging deep inside her, tasting her essence.
"Oh, gosh! Alex…! Hngggh!" she panted, her hips lifting off the lounge to meet his mouth. "Y-you're gonna make me sing with—nnggh! Right there… don't stop… please…"
He didn't. He worshipped her with his mouth, drinking down every sound she made, every shudder that wracked her frame. He felt her thighs begin to tremble beside his head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her climax built quickly. She got wet and he could taste it on his tongue.
"G-gonna cum!!"
With a final, desperate cry, she came against his mouth, her back bowing off the chair.
"Oh gosh…oh gosh…!"
As her spasms began to subside, Alex rose above her, his own need a painful, throbbing demand. He shoved his wet trunks down his hips, freeing himself. His cock, thick and veined and impossibly long, sprang free, bobbing heavily between them. Luna's eyes, still hazy with her orgasm, went wide with a fresh shot of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Oh my gosh…!"
"Is that your media training?" he remarked.
"M-my what…?"
"You say gosh, not god. Actually, you haven't sweared at all so far."
"Oh. Oh. Hehe, I guess so. Should I try again?" She smirked and he laughed a little. He gave a nod. That was when Luna switched to what must have been her best porn impression. "Oh my god, young man! It's…it's…it's massive! You really ARE my biggest fan!"
"Meh, could use a little more work."
"Alright then, how about we go a little simpler?" Her pale, lithe hands came together and stroked the tip of his cock. Her touch alone was ice-cold. A loving trust against the heat of his dick. "Just fuck me already, big boy~!"
Luna continued to give him a few slow, firm pumps. Smiling, Alex slapped the heavy, bulbous head against her wet, sensitive folds. The sound was lewd, obscene. Luna jolted at the impact, a shocked gasp escaping her lips before it twisted into a smirk of pure want.
"My biggest fan…!" Still stroking, still smirking, her voice dropping into a porn-star purr. "I need to feel all of it. Ruin me."
"With pleasure—"
"Actually, wait." In a swift, fluid motion, she grabbed her phone from a small side table. Her fingers flew across the screen, her eyes glinting with a new, thrilling danger. She held it up, aiming the camera at his dick.
Alex paused, a question in his eyes. "Er…"
"Don't worry, handsome," she cooed, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I just want a souvenir. A little video to remember you by. You are taking this poor idol's virginity, you know~!"
Her…virginity?
Oh. Oh my god. His cock became nearly red with the droplets of pre-cum falling from excitement. The idea was the most thrilling thing he'd ever heard. He shook his head, a feral grin spreading across his face. "Whatever you want. A virgin, huh…?"
"Don't tell my fans~!" Luna joked while positioning the phone, her arm stretched out to capture the perfect angle. Alex lined the broad head of his cock up with her dripping entrance. He pushed forward, just an inch.
Luna's breath hitched. Her phone wobbled slightly. "Ohhh… shhhit…"
He pushed another inch. The stretch was immense, unbelievable. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around the invading intrusion, trying to accommodate his overwhelming girth. He watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth a perfect 'O' of overwhelmed sensation.
"Look at me," he commanded. "Look at me while I fill you up. While I take your pristine cunt."
She could no longer keep her phone-holding arm away. She had to tuck the phone near her chin to make it stay up. To be able to see what he was doing while recording it.
Fuck, this was exciting. This was new. Really new. Luna Snow was easily the tightest woman he had fucked—and perhaps fittingly, the coldest too. No pussy had ever been cold before. Luna…Luna was the first. She was the opposite of warm and cuddling, she was cold and electric. Every inch going inside wanted more, if only to feel her walls try to overpower his warmth.
"D-don't worry, I can handle an encore…"
Luna stuck her tongue out. She wanted to look confident and happy.
Then thrust forward, burying another few inches inside her, and a choked scream was torn from her throat. Her back arched, her free hand scrabbling at the lounge chair for purchase.
"Oh gossssh~! It's so deep…! I can f-f-feel you…nngggh, everywhere…" Luna moaned, trying desperately to keep the phone from falling on her face. "Oh gosssh! T-this dick! This cocccckkk~!!! No wonder women like it so much~!"
"Then here's the full thing!"
Wham! He was finally inside.Every single of the monster, gone in this innocent, pretty K-pop idol's pussy.
Luna Snow blanked out.
She gasped, she shook, her arms and legs quivered, and the phone almost tipped over.
"Ohfuckohfuck—I'mseeingstarrrrs—!"
He smiled. Right as her orgasm was about to tend, he began to move. Each thrust was a revelation, a claim. Her tight channel stretched to its absolute limit around him, hugging every thick inch.
"Cumming, cumming, oh I think I'M CUMMIIING~!!!!"
Luna was gone, lost in a sea of sensation. Her first orgasm had been a preview; this was the main event. Her second climax ripped through her with barely any warning, a violent, screaming release that made her clench around him like a vice. He didn't stop. He drove into her through it, prolonging the warmth of orgasms until they blended into a third, then a fourth.
"I never thought—I never thought—I never thought sex could feel so AMAAZZIIIING~!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT~! I'M CUMMING! CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIIIING~!!!"
This shouldn't have been possible. This shouldn't have happened. She was an idol and he was just some guy. But…
"Buuuut~!!!"
The look in his eyes when he finally, finally was fucking her…the stare-down of her blue hair and her expression…
…it made Luna feel like the only star in the sky.
Now, under that same sky, she was seeing actual stars.
He shifted his weight, pulling out until just the fat, throbbing tip of him remained, stretching her entrance. The sudden emptiness was a physical ache.
"Please," she begged, her idol composure utterly shattered. "Alex, please, fuck me. I need it. I need all of it."
"You want it?" he teased, circling her entrance, making her hips jerk and writhe uselessly. "Tell me what you want, Luna. Be specific."
"I want your… your huge cock!" she cried out, her words echoing slightly across the water. "I want you to fuck me hard! I want to feel you fucking pound my pussy until I can't think! Until I can't sing! Fuck me!"
With a guttural groan, he slammed back into her. Behind him, the pool instantly froze. Luna Snow orgasmed and somehow, her powers roared to life. It didn't make sense. Somehow, his cock was perfect to reignite her powers when it shouldn't have.
He almost got nervous until he saw her quivering lips and rolled eyes back. Luna was still needing to get fucked.
So he did that.
Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!
She was babbling, a stream of filth and praise in both Korean and English, her voice rising with each orgasmic tremor. "Yes! Harder! Don't stop! I'm addicted! I'm your addict! I'M YOUR FAN!" Her phone was shaking violently now, barely pointed in the right direction. "I'M YOUR COCK'S FANNNN~!!"
He was close, teetering on the very edge. His balls tightened, drawing up, the pressure building to an explosive peak. He pistoned into her, his rhythm becoming addicted to wanting to creampie her.
"Luna…" he grunted, his control shattering. "I'm gonna cum inside! You ready!"
Through her pleasure-drunk haze, she looked at him, a devilish, triumphant glint in her eyes. "Y-yes! Do it! In front of all my fans, DO IT~!!"
He froze, buried to the hilt inside her.
"All your…fans…?"
"Hnggghh…haaahh…haahhh…" That devilish smile wasn't going away. It grew, actually. "I…I lied. This wasn't a recording. This was a livestream."
The words detonated in his brain. A livestream. Her fans. Millions of them. Watching him. Watching his massive cock disappear into their idol over and over. Watching her come apart on him. The shock, the sheer audacity of it, the overwhelming taboo, made his balls tighten and unlash.
His eyes rolled back in his head. A volcanic amount of cum poured out of his dick. Luna's eyes rolled back deeper and on instinct, he kept wailing on her. He kept thrusting. He kept cumming. "H-here it is then! All of it! Your first creamie! Your first cock! Y-your first everything!"
It seemed to have no end. He slammed into her one last time, as deep as he could possibly go, and held there, pulsing, as rope after thick, hot rope of his seed flooded her womb, filling her beyond what she thought was possible. The force of it was so intense, so absurdly voluminous, that a small trickle escaped around where they were joined, dripping onto the lounge chair beneath them.
Luna gasped, feeling the incredible, the spasms of his cock triggering a fifth, shocking orgasm. Her phone finally tipped over, the screen facing up.
Alex, panting and shuddering, looked down. The screen was filled with a rapid, endless scroll of comments from her live audience.
< @SnowBlower94: oh my god
< @SeolHeesSimp: THAT COCK IS A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION
< @Luna4Life: DID SHE JUST GET KNOCKED UP?! THAT LOAD
< @bbdd: how am i supposed to go on with life knowing my crush got fucked by a dick triple my size. man
Maybe if it was another idol, he might have stopped. Alex might have done something else.
But Luna Snow? This hot Korean babe with a cheeky smile? No way. No way he was going to stop or complain or anything.
The crude text scroll continued its frantic pace on the phone screen and yet Alex's world had shrunk to the space between connecting pussy and cock. He felt the last tremors of his climax subside and decided, "Let's go again."
With a slow, deliberate withdrawal that made her gasp at the sudden emptiness, he pulled out. Luna whimpered, a sound of pure loss, her hips instinctively pushing back to recapture him. "Alex…! Mm, you really are my biggest fan. Don't be so mean…!"
"I won't."
He took her phone and placed it on his shoulder. It took some balancing, but he wanted everyone to do this. This view of Luna Snow. He hooked his hands under her knees, pushing them back towards her shoulders, exposing her creampied pussy completely. To the camera. To him.
Luna's head lolled to the side. She was…shy. The screen was a blur of excited emojis and explicit praise.
< @FrozenFire: cosplay sex is underrated af
< @SeolHeesSimp: THAT PUSSY IS GETTING DESTROYED OMG
< @KPopKing: bro is not gonna last 2 more minutes lol
A wicked, liberated smile touched her lips. They thought this was a performance. They had no idea the screams were real, the pleasure was seismic, the man above her was real. It was the perfect escape. The ultimate thrill.
"They want to see you take me," Alex said, his voice dropping to a intimate whisper meant only for her. "So let's show them."
He plunged back into her without another second of warning.
Luna's back arched off the lounger, a strangled cry ripped from her throat. This angle was different. Deeper. More claiming. Each powerful thrust hit a spot inside her that blurred her vision with white-hot stars. Her eyes, one pale blue, one dark brown, rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open in a perfect, uncontrolled ahegao expression of ecstasy. It wasn't practiced; it was primal.
"OH GOD! ALEX! RIGHT THERE!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. The cool, almost icy sensation of her cunt, a unique quirk of her physiology, provided a shocking contrast to the burning friction of his massive cock stretching her. It was a sensory overload, hot and cold, all twisting into something so intense it felt like flying apart.
Alex was a man possessed. He pistoned into her, each snap of his hips a testament not to his muscles but his lust. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet morning air: the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, his guttural grunts, her high-pitched, keening moans. "CUMMING, CUMMING, CUUUMMIIING~!!!"
He watched, mesmerized, as her full breasts bounced with every driving impact, her entire body jolting from the force of his taking.
She came again. And again. The orgasms weren't gentle waves; they were avalanches, tearing through her with brutal, relentless force. Her inner muscles clenched around him like a frosty vise, a ripple of shocking cold followed by searing heat, milking his length. "Y-YES! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME!" she gasped, her words dissolving into incoherent babbles of praise. "Hngggghh~!!! Your cock… s-so big… ruining me… forever…"
He could feel his own end approaching. A second creampie. The sight of her completely shattered beneath him, the feel of her icy, clenching depths, the roar of the faceless crowd on the screen—it was all too much. He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and shouted her name as he came.
It was an absurd, unprecedented volume of release, a flood of hot seed that filled her, a sensation so profound it momentarily short-circuited her brain. Her eyes, which had rolled back, suddenly focused on his, wide with brief, genuine surprise at the intensity of it. As he came and repainted her insides, a slow, sated, deeply satisfied smirk spread across her kiss-swollen lips.
"Perfeeecttt~!!!"
He came and came until he couldn't no more.
As the last pulses left him, a profound weakness followed. Luna's body went completely limp beneath his, her head falling back, a long, breathy sigh escaping her. The live feed was pure pandemonium.
< @SnowBlower94: SHE PASSED OUT FROM THE CUM!!!!
< @Luna4Life: HE FUCKING FILLED HER UP
< @SeolHeesSimp: WIFE HER. WIFE HER RIGHT NOW.
But Luna wasn't unconscious. She was floating. Drifting on a cloud of pure, unadulterated euphoria. In this world, behind the veil of a screen, she was not Luna Snow, the idol. She was Seol Hee. A woman who could scream her pleasure, demand a magnificent cock, and be utterly, completely wrecked by it without a single worry about judgment, schedules, or calories. She was, for the first time in a very long time, happy.
So Alex decided to take the phone off his shoulder, which miraculously hadn't fallen, and turned it off.
"Livestream's over," he said. "Wanna keep going?"
"Nggghh…y-y-yessshh…."
She was barely conscious. She was barely looking at him. Through it all, he saw her willpower.
"Mmm a hero…I-I won't…get outdone…so easily…ya know?"
She smirked cutely. Alex smiled back.
"I know." His hands found her hips. Before he turned her over. Alex's gaze drank her in: the full, perfect curves of her breasts, the frantic rise and fall of her chest, the tantalizing glimpse of her glistening, well-used pussy.
But her ass.
That was what he wanted.
This was what she wanted too: this raw, unfiltered dominance, the antithesis of the choreographed, polite world of K-pop.
So Luna rolled onto her back, her half-blue, half-white hair fanning out beneath her. Her mismatched eyes were heavy-lidded and dark with a want so profound it was almost frightening. Her ass. God, her heart-shaped ass…
'I jerked off to this ass a million times on Marvel Rivals. And now…'
Luna Snow rose. She stood on all fours, rummaging through her willpower to accomplish the task. Her ass wagged at him.
"C-come on," she managed to say pathetically. "I bet there's a couple more snowballs in your balls, right? Give it all to me~!"
"Snowballs in my balls? You aren't very creative, huh?"
Luna flushed from embarrassment. "H-hey, cut me some slack, this is my first time! I-I don't have this flirting sexy thing down pat yet!"
"Alright, superstar." Alex grinned and proceeded to smack her ass. "I'll give you some slack. But for this…!"
His cock pressed against her sopping wet cunt. Luna Snow knew it: it was happening again. The best (and only) sex of her life.
"An idol on all fours. This is a side your fans never get to see."
"Only for you," she gasped, pushing her hips back. The first couple inches were already inside. "Only my most… dedicated fan gets this exclusive content."
He guided more and more of his cock down her well-used entrance. She was so wet, so open for him, still stretched and sensitive from their first two rounds.
"Oh, sweet heavens," Luna moaned, her head dropping between her shoulders. The eight inch mark was just…! "Ngggh~!"
Then he was driving into her, a single, devastating thrust that buried all thirteen inches to the hilt. The impact was a thwack of flesh on flesh that echoed around the quiet patio. "Aigoo! Alex! It's so… so deep!"
He set a relentless pace from the start, each powerful piston of his hips slamming into her, forcing her whole body to sway forward and then snap back. The sound was a filthy, wet symphony: the slap-slap-slap of his pelvis meeting her ass, the squelch and slosh of her drenched channel accepting him.
"So cold," he grunted, leaning over her, covering her back with his chest. One hand wrapped around her torso, pinning her to him, while the other continued to grip her hip, guiding her movements. "So tight! You take this dick like you were born for it, Luna!"
No one had ever treated her this way. No one had ever fed her a spoonful of happiness. Of emotion. Luna Snow worked from nothing. In her old world, in this world, she was epitome of hard work. She was the personification of rags to riches and doing it right.
Even her virginity was perfectly curated. No romance. No boyfriend. No love.
The perfect, virgin idol.
Now ruined.
His words sent another shiver through her. The angle was even deeper like this, his monstrous length rubbing against a spot inside her that made her see stars. Her arms began to tremble, the strength leaching from her muscles as pleasure overloaded her system.
"I… I can't hold…" she whimpered, her elbows buckling. "Aleex! Hnggghh~!!"
He didn't stop. As her upper body collapsed onto the cool plastic of the chair, he followed her down, blanketing her completely. This new position—pronebone—was even more overwhelming. She was pinned beneath his weight, utterly helpless, utterly taken. He was a mountain at her back, and all she could do was lie there and feel.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
And oh, did she feel. With her ass tilted up and her body flattened, every thrust went deeper, if that was even possible. The splurtch of his penetration was louder, wetter, more obscene. Her face was turned to the side, and she could see their tangled legs, the powerful flex of his calves as he drove into her again and again and again. And his balls too. Those hanging, swaying babies smacking against her.
She saw it all.
She loved it all.
The womb-crushing thrusts. The balls-spanking thrusts. Everything about it made her eyes roll back.
Her mouth was blocked. Her voice was muffled. A climax detonated without warning, a sharp, piercing shockwave that clenched her entire body. She screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound into the chair.
He groaned, feeling her inner muscles milk him desperately. "How many is that at this point? How many can you give me, superstar? Let's break your record!"
He didn't slow. He fucked her straight through the first orgasm and into a second, this one longer, a rolling tremor that left her sobbing. She genuinely lost count. A tenth ripple of pleasure, smaller but still potent, made her toes curl. A twentieth was a dull throb that pulsed in time with his thrusts.
Sex with Alex was just…different. It wasn't like the stories. It wasn't like anything. It wasn't disappointing or short or long.
"Want me to cum inside?"
Luna couldn't speak, not in this position. But her pussy gave a tight, cold answer: yes.
"Here it is!"
He went balls-deep. He pressed everything he had inside her and came. His balls convulsed as he stood on his knees, held her ass cheeks, and just let go. He looked down at Luna and her arched back. Her beautiful form, ruined by his cock. Her gorgeous face, on its side and drooling.
It was his first time looking at her since he took the pronebone position.
Alex smiled. Because he could tell she was glad that it was over. Not the conclusion itself, but that it happened. That she could experience true love.
Creampied. Smiling. Satisfied.
"Happy?" he asked.
"Hgngghshhklkk…"
Translation: yes.
Luna Snow's eye drifted to the cock and the man responsible for turning her into this. A quivering mess with her face down, ass high, and pussy out and unloading with gooey, vicious male seed.
She was in love.
Even if it didn't look like it.
***
The glass door of the massive shower stall slid shut with a quiet hiss, sealing them in a world of swirling steam. Luna's delighted squeal echoed off the marble tiles as the hot spray hit her back. She tipped her head back, letting the water sluice through her long, black-blue hair. She was a perfect, carefree image against the grey stone.
Alex walked in behind her, his hands cradling the long appendage of his cock. The space suddenly felt much, much smaller. The water cascaded over his shoulders, and he let out a soft grunt. Luna turned. She put a hand on her hips.
"Hey, what's with the hiding? You know I saw your thing before, right?"
"Y-yeah, but, uh…" Alex swallowed. "It's on the internet now."
"Huh?"
"M-my penis. It's officially on the internet. On a livestream. T-that's kinda…I mean what if people think it's weird?"
Luna sort-of understood. "Oooh, yeah, I gotcha. People always tell me I'm pretty but sometimes it's hard to believe."
"Right?"
"But you're, like objectively hung." The blue in her hair slowly started to fade. To put on her summer fit, she put on hair dye it seemed. "So…" She held out both arms, almost for a hug. "Show me!"
"O-okay…"
His hands removed themselves. His cock was back in view. Back to swaying between his legs like a pendulum.
"Aigoo," she breathed, the Korean exclamation soft and incredulous. Her eyes were locked on the heavy, thick thing. "It still gets me every single time. It's just… wow. How is it like being a guy having a long thingie and, well, snowballs?"
"Um…it only really matters when I'm sitting, to be honest."
Luna stared at him. "Oh, right." A finger stroked her chin. "No periods or anything…you get something like that and there's no drawbacks? Talk about unfair…"
A light, breathy laugh escaped her as it gave a heavy, involuntary thwap against his thigh from walking. Alex felt his cheeks grow warm, a mixture of self-consciousness and pride. He was a gamer. Like…going on camera? Fucking in front of an audience of millions? He didn't mind one-on-one at this point, but again, at the end of the day he was a gamer. He was just… Alex. A normal guy who somehow won the genetic lottery in one very specific, very noticeable department.
Luna reached out, not to touch him, but to let her fingertips trail through the water streaming down his chest. "You know, I saw the pictures from Natasha's pool party yesterday. All of them. All of them." Her voice was a singsong tease. "You got the literal goddess of death, the White Queen, the Scarlet Witch, and an Avenger. An Avenger! You're building quite the little sun-soaked harem, boyfriend."
B-boyfriend…?
She pressed her body against his, her back to his front, and his breath hitched. Luna's skin was slick and hot under the spray. Her amazing, round butt pressed firmly against him. She giggled when he froze up. So she got his arm and swung it to wrap around her stomach.
"Uh…sorry."
Luna leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closing. "Mmmm. You know, I kinda forget most people are camera-shy. Even someone with as many ladies as you." She wriggled her hips just enough to make him gasp. "Although…I just… I do wish I could have been the first. Does that sound terrible? Selfish?" She turned her head, her lips tantalizingly close to his. "I know I wasn't. But a girl can dream of having a masterpiece all to herself for a little while."
Alex tightened his arms around her. "Well…you have me now."
"Do I?" she whispered, and then she turned fully in his embrace.
Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him down. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was hungry, full of the playful jealousy she'd just displayed and a pent-up need that radiated from both of them. Her mouth was sweet and demanding against his. The warm water poured over them, plastering their hair to their skin, running in rivulets between their pressed bodies. His hands slid down from her stomach to the incredible swell of her hips, pulling her even tighter against him. She melted into the kiss, a soft moan swallowed by his mouth, her fingers tangling in the wet hair at the nape of his neck.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, the steam around them feeling thicker, hotter.
"You know," she said, her voice husky, "if you keep kissing me like that, you're going to have a way bigger problem than just a little water fun." She gave a pointed glance downward and bit her bottom lip. "I've never heard of a guy cumming in his pants. Is that the drawback? Big dick, big balls, and big sensitivity?"
Alex laughed, albeit with a blush. "You, um, weren't exactly helping, Luna."
"I wasn't trying to," she fired back, her grin infectious. She spun around again, leaning back against him with a contented sigh, letting the water hit her face. "So. Now that I've got you all to myself… where should we go?"
"Anywhere you want," he said, nuzzling the spot where her neck met her shoulder, tasting the clean, floral scent of her shower gel.
"Anywhere?" Her voice lit up with excitement. "I have a list. You're rich, right?"
"A bit rich, yeah."
"I want a private villa in Bali first. One of my old friends talked about it! The white sand and the blue water is amazing! We could get amazing content too!" She tilted her head to look up at him, a playful, scheming glint in her eye. "We could Instagram and livestream the whole trip. And, well…." She paused for dramatic effect, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Maybe put the really, really good parts on OnlyFans."
"O-OnlyFans? R-right, you did want to make that..."
"Mm, but it's up to you. If you don't want me to, I won't!" Luna kissed him on the chin. "I love you, Alex! I really do! So if you're not comfy with it, I won't do it!"
That...was one of the hottest things he had ever heard from a girl. He turned red and looked away. "U-understood."
Luna giggled and kissed him on the cheek. The big dick was nice but Alex himself was better. 'And cuter~!'
An idol and an ordinary young man. Perhaps stereotypical, but always full of love and happiness when there was no one to judge them.