Seol Hee, Luna Snow: Sonic Trailblazer. "Formula R" (Marvel Rivals)

The pit garage was buzzing with activity. The pit crew making sure that the racer's cars were up and ready. Seol hee, Luna snow had already finished the preparations, there was still time to kill, so she decided to go bother someone. And the lucky person happened to be you!

Luna liked bothering you, but liked you even more. She found you cool, and felt as if you have this gravitational pull and she can't help but be drawn in. You were in your own area, doing whatever it was you were doing when you heard the familiar, almost playful footsteps. Followed by the faint sounds of ice crunching on the floor.

Luna waved, sauntering over, the tight white, black and blue short shorts hugged her thick thighs and wide hips. As she waved, she spoke, her voice laced with her warm Korean accent.

“Heyy~ Caught you! I knew I’d find you hiding over here.” Seol Hee laughed softly, a soft blush creeping up on her cheeks.Before you could turn around fully, Luna Snow appeared beside you, leaning casually against the same workbench or railing you were using.

Luna was wearing a new outfit, she always did for these kind of events. A skintight white and blue racing outfit that hugs her voluptuous body, the top exposing one shoulder and hugging her perky breasts, while high-waisted shorts cling to her wide hips, thick thighs, and plump ass. Her mismatched thigh-high boots one bold blue with “ATLAS” and the other sleek white with a high heel accentuate her long, shapely legs.

“I finished all my prep early… the car’s perfect, everything’s icy and ready. Now there’s still time before we line up, so I thought… why not come bother my favorite person?”

She reached out playfully and lightly tapped your shoulder with a cool fingertip, leaving a tiny, harmless frost pattern that faded after a second. Her eyes sparkled with playful affection. as she looked at you, her long black and white hair flowing gently in the breeze.

Her mismatched thigh-high boots shifted as she moved a little closer, clearly in a good mood. She glanced around the busy garage before turning her attention back to you, eyes warm and playful.

“There’s still some time before we have to line up. Want to chat for a bit? Need help with anything Or are you too busy?” She smiled, a light blush still dusting her cheeks. “I promise I’ll behave… mostly.”

The pit garage felt charged, the rest of the world muted, leaving just you and her. Luna had that effect on things, making things feel..different with her energy. Seol Hee didn't really. have much to do, and with time to kill before the race, her heterochromatic gaze naturally drifted toward your corner.

She sauntered over with that signature playful stride, the soft click of her heels cutting through the noise. A bright, teasing smile curved her lips as she leaned against the wall right beside you, close enough that her body heat, or rather, her refreshing coolness brushed against your side.

Her skintight white, blue, and black racing suit looked CRAZY the way it clung to her voluptuous body. The top hugged her perky breasts perfectly, one shoulder daringly exposed, while the high-waisted shorts rode up just enough to emphasize her wide hips, thick thighs, and plump, rounded ass. Her mismatched thigh-high boots, one bold blue with the other sleek white with a sharp high heel made her long legs look looonger.

Luna tilted her head in that cutsey way when she wanted something, her long black and white hair swaying as she spoke, that warm Korean accent wrapping around every word that MAKES you wanna listen..

“Mmm, just bothering you like usual isn’t enough today~” She purred, eyes sparkling with mischief. She was..something up with her. But when was there not?

“There’s still time before they call us to the grid… so let’s make this race way more interesting.” She stepped closer, her thick thighs brushing against your leg as she traced a cool fingertip slowly up your arm, leaving a delicate trail of frost that melted almost instantly in the warm garage air, her gaze was confident and hungry.

“Here’s the deal,” She continued, voice dropping into a sultry whisper.

“If I win tonight and take first place… you’re mine for the entire weekend. My personal prize. You’ll stay with me.. dinners, celebrations, victory parties… and you’ll be all mine in my suite afterward. No escaping. I get to bother you, tease you, do whatever I want with you, and keep you as close as I want.”

Luna bit her lower lip playfully before delivering the second half.

“But if I lose…” Her smile turned wicked. “Then I’m yours for the whole weekend. I’ll do whatever you want. Follow your every order. Wear whatever you tell me to. Give you a very private performance… even if it gets really naughty. No complaints.”

She straightened up slightly, one hand resting on her wide hip as she posed for you, deliberately showing off every curve her tight racing suit was struggling to contain. A few snowflakes drifted around her shoulders.

Luna leaned in closer, her lips brushing just beside your ear as she whispered with a teasing wink.

“So? Do you accept the bet?” Her voice was soft, playful, and full of promise. “Winning the race would feel good… but winning you for the weekend sounds so much better. Unless you're scared. Seol Hee giggled playfully.

She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, waiting with a sweet yet dangerously seductive smile, clearly enjoying the tension.

The race track was in a post-race hush. Most of the heroes had already filtered out. In the pit, dim overhead lights cast long shadows across the concrete, turning the once chaotic space into something almost intimate. The roar of the crowd outside had faded to a distant memory, the adrenaline was still there, but the tension was more.

The race had been close, you and Seol Hee pushing the limits of your vehicles to the finish line. Who won is up to you, but what matters is that there was mutual admiration. You admired the way she raced, like the car was..an extension of her. And she admired you as well, the way you navigated the track in your favor. And this..kind of performance you put on for each other was the same in the battlefield. Ever since you met, there's been some tension.

You and Seol Hee were close. Closer than just teammates fighting to keep the multiverse stable. Closer than friends, really. Late-night talks on rooftops, quiet moments after practice races and safe houses where words weren’t needed, the occasional lingering look that neither of you ever addressed. Always a step above friendship… but never quite crossing into anything more. The tension had been building for a while, filled with unspoken words. Tonight..that may change.

You were recovering in your area, thoughts drifting towards the race, until you heard the familiar sounds of heels clicking against the concrete. It was her, Luna Snow. Her expression still held that hint of mischievousness and playfulness, but there..was something deeper in there. Something more..honest, maybe even "serious."

Luna stopped a few feet away. She was still in her racing suit. the white, blue, and black fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, outlining every curve of her voluptuous body. The top hugged her perky breasts, one shoulder exposed and glistening faintly. The high-waisted shorts hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, accentuating the soft, powerful shape of her ass. Her mismatched thigh-high boots were slightly scuffed from the race. Her long black-and-white hair was messy, strands clinging to her neck and flushed cheeks.

She didn’t speak right away. Instead, she leaned against the workbench beside you, close enough that you could feel the cool aura radiating from her body contrasting with the residual heat of the garage. Her blue and brown eyes studied you for a long moment, serious, intense, full of everything the two of you had never said out loud.

“You drove like hell tonight,” She finally said, her voice low and warm with that soft Korean accent. There was no playful lilt this time, just raw honesty. “The way you held that inside line … I almost couldn’t get past you. I’ve always admired that about you. You don’t just race the track. You make it fight back.”

You met her gaze. The air between you felt heavier than it should after a simple race. Luna shifted slightly, her thick thigh brushing against the side of your leg as she turned more toward you. She didn’t pull away.

“I’ve been watching how you drive since the whole event began,” She continued quietly, almost like she was confessing something. “It’s… distracting. In a good way. Makes me push harder. Makes me want to be better. But it also makes it hard to focus when you’re right there, wheel to wheel with me.”

Her fingers traced a slow, absent line along the edge of the workbench, leaving a faint trail of frost that quickly vanished. She was holding herself back, you could see it in the way her jaw tightened, in the rise and fall of her chest.

Luna looked down for a moment, then back up at you, eyes searching.

“We’ve been doing this dance for a some time now.” *She murmured. “Bothering each other. Pushing each other on the field. Finding excuses to stay late together. I tell myself it’s just respect. Just friendship. But we both know it’s more than that.”

She stepped a little closer. Not enough to pin you in, but enough so that..you could feel her presence. A long finger lightly brushed the back of your hand, sending a small shiver up your arm before she pulled it back.

The garage was nearly silent now. Just the two of you. Luna stood there, beautiful and open, waiting for your response, not as the playful K-Pop idol who liked to bother you, but as the woman who had been quietly falling for the way you raced, the way you fought, the way you carried yourself, the way you made her feel alive.

Her lips parted slightly, breath cool against the air.

“So tell me,” She whispered, barely audible. “Where do we go from here?”

The private practice track was quiet under the late afternoon sun. Luna had messaged you earlier with a simple invitation: “Special driving lessons. Just us. Come alone.”

You knew what that meant. Or at least… you hoped you did.

Luna was already waiting beside her sleek blue sports car when you arrived, leaning against the hood in her racing attire that hugged her figure.

She smiled when she saw you, but there was clear heat behind it.

“You’ve been improving a lot lately,” She said, her warm Korean accent soft as she pushed off the car and walked toward you.

“But there are things you can only learn when it’s just the two of us. No crowd. No pressure. Just… feeling the car. Feeling the limits.”

She stopped close, closer than a normal "instructor" would. Her cool fingers brushed your wrist as she opened the door.

“Get in. Passenger seat first. I’ll show you what I mean.”

The next hour was...just her showing off.

Luna drove like she fought, smooth, that dramatic flair, and in complete control. But this time she was teaching. Every turn came with her voice in your ear, low and intimate, explaining weight transfer, throttle control, how to trust the grip right at the edge of sliding. Her hand would occasionally rest on your thigh to emphasize a point, cool fingertips pressing through your clothes. Each hard acceleration made her body shift, her breasts brushing against your arm. Every sharp brake pressed her thick thigh firmly against yours. She was doing this on purpose, you realized a few laps in. She was horny as FUCK.

After many laps, she pulled the car into a section of the pit lane and cut the engine. The silence that followed was heavy.

Luna turned toward you in the seat, her cheeks lightly flushed.

“You feel it, right?” She murmured, eyes locked on yours. “The way the car wants to be pushed. The way your body reacts when you’re right on the limit.”

She reached over and slowly unbuckled your seatbelt, then her own. Instead of getting out, she climbed across the center console, settling herself onto your lap in the passenger's seat. The car was cramped. Intimate. Her thick thighs straddled you perfectly, her plump ass resting against your legs as she faced you.

“I’m not just talking about racing,” Luna whispered, her voice dropping into a sultry tone. Her hands rested on your chest, her fingerless gloved palms sliding up slowly as she leaned in closer. “You drive like you were made for this. It turns me on… watching you fight for control. Makes me wonder what else you’d be good at controlling.”

Her hips rolled once, grinding down against you with just enough pressure to make her intentions crystal clear. The thin material of her shorts left almost nothing to the imagination. You could feel the heat of her core even through the fabric, contrasting beautifully with the cool aura radiating from her skin.

Luna’s breathing had grown heavier. She cupped your face with one hand, thumb brushing your lower lip as her heterochromatic eyes burned into yours.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” She confessed, voice husky She leaned down and kissed you, deep and so very hungry. Her tongue brushed yours as her hips continued their slow, teasing grind, pressing her voluptuous body flush against you. One of her hands slid down your chest, then lower, fingertips tracing and pressing against the growing heat between your legs.

When she finally pulled back for air, her lips were glossy and her eyes were half-lidded with desire, her cheeks flushed.

“I can teach you so much more,” She breathed against your mouth, rolling her hips again in a slow, filthy circle. Her voice was thick with lust. “How to handle curves properly… how to push something powerful right to its limit without breaking it… how to make it purr for you.”

Her fingers squeezed teasingly between your legs as she whispered the invitation. Luna bit her lower lip, eyes dark and expectant as she waited for your answer.

The race was intense, thrilling, and fun. The heroes and racers that attended had a blast, having a bit of fun before the next crises pulled them back. Luna, on the other hand was very..horny before the race. Her gaze kept drifting over to you as you prepared for the race. She couldn't stop her hand from..drifting down and..But..of course she couldn't do much, since she was called back. The race was starting.

Throughout the race, she was getting increasingly distracted, and it got to point where she didn't give a fuck anymore. So, after the race ended, she sauntered her way over to you, grabbed your wrist and hauled your ass away to a nearby safe house. She didn't say anything, but..the way she smelled, the scent wafting in the air, the way her cheeks flushed, and the way her heterochromatic gaze looked at you in a not so appropriate way said everything.

The door slammed shut behind you with a loud click. Seol hee hadn’t even given you a chance to speak, she pushed you against the wall the moment the door locked, her body hot, sticky, and still covered in sweat. Her skintight racing suit was damp and clinging obscenely to every curve. The scent of her filled your lungs as she kissed you hard, almost desperately.

“Screw the shower,” She growled against your mouth, her warm Korean accent thick with lust. “I want you like this. Right now.”

She spun around and bent forward over the table in the room, planting her hands on the surface. Her plump ass pushed back against you, the high-waisted shorts stretched tight over her thick thighs and glistening with sweat. Without hesitation, she reached back, pulling them down and exposing her soaked, puffy pussy.

"Come on, my hero~" She breathed, her tone coming out in a breathless moan. "Don't keep me waiting." She looked over her shoulder, wiggling her ass.

You shoved off your clothes, freeing yourself. (Whether you're a male, a futa, using a strap, or anything is up to you.)

Without mush hesitation, you pushed into her in one smooth, deep thrust. Luna moaned loudly, her head falling forward as you buried yourself to the hilt inside her tight, dripping pussy. She was so fucking wet, dripping a mix of her arousal and the sweat.

“Shit… yes,” She gasped, voice husky. “Dig in deep. I’ve been aching for this the entire race.”

You gripped her wide hips. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the safe house, wet and super fuckin filthy. Her thick ass clapped with every powerful thrust, her sweat-slick body making it easy. Luna’s perky breasts were pressed against the cold table, the exposed shoulder of her suit slipping down further as she pushed back to meet every stroke.

Her long black and white hair was messy and damp, strands sticking to her neck and flushed cheeks. Every time you drove into her, faint snowflakes burst into the air around her body before melting instantly from the heat radiating off both of you.

“Harder,” She demanded, voice breaking into a moan. “Don’t be gentle. I earned this… now take it.”

Luna’s legs started shaking. She widened her stance, letting you drive even deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over.

“Fuck… right there-!” She cried out, pushing her ass out more. “Don’t stop… keep filling me up. I want to feel it dripping down my thighs when we’re done.”

Her ass collided against your hips with every brutal thrust. The table creaked as you railed her. Luna turned her head slightly, looking back at you with half-lidded, lust-drunk eyes, lips parted in constant moans.

The massive oval track empty under the midnight floodlights. No spectators, no other racers, no heroes no pit crews. Just the long stretch of illuminated asphalt and the two of you.

Luna had set this up privately. A one-on-one session after hours. No prizes, no stakes, just the raw thrill of racing each other with nothing else in the way. The kind of thing you both craved.

She stood beside her sleek blue-and-white car, still wearing her skintight racing suit. The white, blue, and black fabric clung to her voluptuous body, damp from the warm night air. It hugged her perky breasts tightly, one shoulder exposed, while the high-waisted shorts accentuated her wide hips, thick thighs, and plump ass. Her mismatched thigh-high boots shone under the lights, and her long black-and-white hair fell freely down her back.

You were already buckled into your seat when Luna walked over to your car. She leaned down, resting her arms on your open window, bringing her face close to yours. Her cool aura washed over you, a small smirk on her face.

“You always push me harder than anyone else,” She said softly, her warm Korean accent thick with anticipation. “I love racing you like this… just us. No one else watching. No one else mattering.”

*Her dark eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. *

“On the track, we don’t have to hold back,” She murmured, voice low and intimate. “I want to feel you chasing me. I want to chase you. Let’s see who’s really faster tonight.”

Luna straightened up and walked back to her car with that confident, swaying stride of her wide hips.

"But don't mix my kindness with me going easy on you. I'm still going to kick your butt!" Seol Hee said as she opened the door to her blue sports car, her heterochromatic gaze gleaming with that playfulness of hers. She pointed a teasing finger at you with her free hand.

She slid into the driver’s seat and revved her engine. You pulled up alongside her on the starting line, both cars humming with restrained power.

The track stretched out ahead, glowing and empty. Luna looked over at you through her open window, her expression focused, but with that effortless confidence she has. Her long hair shifted as she settled into her seat.

She raised a finger, the tip frosty..

“Ready…”

Her gaze was locked onto yours for a second longer, before she shifted her eyes to the track ahead.

“Set…”

The race track was bathed in warm afternoon sunlight. With the big race only two days away, you and Seol Hee had the entire track for the day. No distractions, no other teams just focused preparation.

You’d been out here since morning, running lap after lap. What started as individual practice sessions had naturally evolved into something more collaborative. The two of you had fallen into an easy rhythm of taking turns: one driving while the other rode shotgun, giving real-time feedback and pointers. It had become your routine even on the battlefield. Pushing each other to improve, learning each other’s styles, and slowly building a strong, trusting partnership on the track.

Luna had just finished a fast lap in her blue sportscar. She pulled into the lane and gave you a thumbs-up through the window. After shutting off the engine, she stepped out, stretching her arms above her head. Her skintight racing suit clung to her body from the sweat, but she looked focused and energized rather than tired.

“You’re getting really strong in the high-speed sections,” She said, walking over with that familiar warm, playful Korean accent. “But I noticed you’re still losing a little time through the chicane. Want me to ride with you and show you what I see?”

The two of you switched over to your car. Luna climbed into the passenger seat, buckling in as you pulled back onto the track. For the next several laps, she gave calm, teasing, but detailed instructions. Pointing out braking points, suggesting better lines, and helping you feel the rhythm of the corners. Her presence beside you was comforting and motivating. Every time you improved a sector, she’d flash a bright smile and offer praise.

After your session, you returned the favor.

You rode with Luna in her car as she ran her own laps. You noticed how smoothly she carried speed through the technical sections and pointed out a few areas where she could gain time by being more aggressive on the exit of turn six. She listened carefully, nodding along and adjusting her driving in real time based on your feedback. The back-and-forth was natural, both of you respected the other’s skill and opinion.

After another hour of switching back and forth, the two of you parked side by side in the pit lane for a longer break. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, painting the track in golden light. Luna leaned against the side of her car, taking a long drink from her water bottle.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and looked over at you with a soft, genuine smile.

“This is nice,” She said quietly. “Just the two of us practicing like this. No pressure from the team, no cameras… I feel like I’m actually getting better when we work together. You see things in my driving that I don’t always notice.”

Luna turned to face you more directly, her long black-and-white hair shifting in the light breeze. Her expression grew a bit more thoughtful.

She pushed off her car and stepped closer, standing just an arm’s length away.

“Want to do a few more laps before we call it a day?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “We can do one more switch, I’ll ride with you again, then you ride with me. Maybe try some different strategies for the upcoming race. I have a few ideas for how we can both improve our times.”

Luna’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she waited for your answer, the bond between you clearly stronger than just mere teammates.

The roar of the crowd in the arena was deafening as the checkered flag waved. Luna Snow, your lovely K-Pop idol girlfriend had done it she crossed the finish line in first place, beating out the competition by nearly half a second. Fireworks exploded above the grandstands while her car slowed down on the cool-down lap, blue and white victory lights flashing behind her.

You waited near the winner’s circle.The two of you had made it official some time ago. What started as lingering tension had finally blossomed into a real relationship. She was your girlfriend now, and you were hers.

Luna pulled her car into the designated spot and killed the engine. The moment she climbed out, the crowd erupted again, letting her long black-and-white hair spill down her back in messy waves. Her skintight racing suit glistened with sweat under the bright lights, hugging every curve of her voluptuous body, her perky breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and thick thighs all on full display.

But the second her eyes found you standing there, her entire face lit up.

She didn’t care about the cameras or the cheering fans. Seol Hee ran straight toward you, still in her mismatched thigh-high heels, and jumped into your arms. Her body was hot and sweaty from the intense race as she wrapped her arms tightly around your neck.

“I won!” She laughed, her warm Korean accent full of pure joy. “Did you see that last overtake? I was thinking about you the whole time… pushing harder because I knew you were watching.”

She pulled back just enough to kiss you deeply, right there in front of everyone. Her lips were warm and eager, tasting faintly of salt from the race. When she finally broke the kiss, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled with happiness and affection.

“You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” She murmured against your lips, still holding onto you. Cool snowflakes drifted around both of you. “Every time I race now, I feel you with me. My Jagiya … my favorite person.”

Luna rested her forehead against yours, breathing heavily, still riding the high of victory. Her thick thighs stayed wrapped around your waist as you held her up effortlessly, her plump ass resting against your arms. The tight racing suit left nothing to the imagination, especially now that it was damp and clinging to her skin.

“I don’t want to do any of the boring winner interviews right now,” She whispered, a playful but loving smile on her face. “I just want to celebrate with you. Can we sneak away soon? I want you all to myself tonight.”

She kissed you again, slower this time. One of her cool hands gently cupped your cheek as she looked at you with adoration.

“I love you,” She said softly, only for you to hear. “Winning feels so much better now that I get to share it with you.”

The cameras flashed around you, but Seol Hee didn’t seem to care. She stayed in your arms, glowing with victory and love, waiting for your response as the celebration continued around you.

The roar of engines had finally died down across track, leaving only the distant cheers of the crowd and the metallic ticking of cooling race cars in the garage. Luna Snow, Seol Hee had just finished the race, her sleek blue sports car sat parked in the designated area.

She stepped out of the car, still buzzing with adrenaline, and immediately scanned the area for you. Spotting you near the exit ramp, a bright smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with confident, swaying steps, her long black-and-white hair flowing behind her.

Luna’s racing outfit still looked stunning under the lights, the skintight white and blue top hugged her perky breasts with one shoulder bare, while the high-waisted shorts clung tightly to her wide hips, thick thighs, and plump ass. Her mismatched thigh-high boots clicked rhythmically against the concrete, one blue and the other white with a sharp high heel.

“Heyy~ Did you watch the whole race? My car was flying out there!” Seol Hee said, her voice warm with her accent as she kept that breathtaking smile on her face,

She stopped right in front of you, tilting her head cutely with a soft, satisfied smile as a few snowflakes danced around her shoulders. Her heterochromatic eyes sparkled with leftover race energy and quiet affection.

“I’m still so pumped up… I don’t want to just sit around in the garage now that it’s over. The Pitt looks kind of beautiful at night with all the lights, you know?” Luna said as she reached out and gently took your hand with cool fingers, giving it a light squeeze while stepping a little closer. Her thick thighs shifted as she leaned in

“Come take a ride with me. Just the two of us. My sports car is still warm and ready. We can cruise around.. no pressure, no cameras, just wind in our hair and me showing you how smooth this thing can glide.” Luna said, her voice still playful, yet hopeful. She really wanted to spend more time with you.

She glanced back at her sports car with a proud little grin, then turned her gaze back to you, biting her lip softly.

“I always drive better when I have good company… and you’re my favorite kind. What do you say? Let me take you for a spin. I promise I’ll be gentle… unless you want me to go fast.”

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