Dumbass_Star

Imagine this poor man parks for five minutes because he just wants a coffee for once in his miserable little sleep deprived life and suddenly:

“BINARY STAR, THE CITY NEEDS YOU!”

And now he has to abandon his coffee dreams, fly across the city, punch some horrifying interdimensional creature into another zip code, save civilians, answer 37 reporters asking him how he “feels” and when he finally returns to his car two hours later...

He finds a ticket right on his windshield.

DAMN IT!

Okay, at least they didn't tow his car, so it is not the worst. Because I genuinely think that would have been his villain origin story.

But yeah, I personally see Ray as someone who would rather walk everywhere than own a car. Public transportation is even worse because having that many people around him at once is basically psychic warfare.

Imagine trying to sit peacefully on a crowded train while hearing:

“Did I leave the stove on?” “I should text my ex.” “Why is that guy eating tuna at 8 AM?” “Oh my God! I think I’m lactose intolerant!” “Would anyone notice if I barked right now?” “I need to pee so bad.”

Ray is sitting there trying not to launch himself directly through the train window.

Everybody's thoughts, it is so loud and obnoxious that he feels like he could kill himself right then and there 😭✋🏻

Anyway, I imagine that if he dated you, he would probably end up getting a car specifically because you seem like the type who enjoys late night drives together. Especially if you are the kind of person who randomly decides at 1:47 AM that you absolutely need mozzarella sticks or you will perish instantly.

And surprisingly, he actually grows to enjoy it.

Because before you, his nights were miserable.

Due to the fact that he cannot sleep much and barely gets any rest, he is used to staying up all night just to watch the city, gazing into the distance, burning holes in his lungs from the sheer amount of cigarettes he smokes at night. 

To him, nighttime is boring, lonely and cold.

There is nothing interesting about the city night, at least to him, and he always finds that the night is longer than the day. He wonders how some people can enjoy this late night thing when all he can hear in the empty, quiet night is his own consuming thoughts crawling all over his head.

But ever since he has been with you, that has changed quite a bit. He finds the night is somewhat more... bearable.

Because now the silence is constantly interrupted by your nonsense.

Maybe it is because it is no longer just an empty, quiet night. He can always hear your little giggles by his side, or the rambles you have about your work, the coworker you don't like, the dogs or cats you saw on the street today, what kind of food you had for lunch, or how annoying your boss is.

And even when you are just silently sitting by his side, he can still hear your thoughts loud and clear, running like this:

"Is that a star or a plane? Wait no, maybe my eyesight is just deteriorating. Do I need glasses? Oh my God, am I getting old?!"

"Ugh, I still have work tomorrow despite it being my day off. Should I make something for Ray? He likes to cuddle and sleep in on the weekend though. Better not wake him up with whatever catastrophe I might cause in the kitchen. Ughhhhhhh I don't want to go to work. Please, Monday, come slowly so I can spend more time with my baby!!!"

"Why is he so quiet tonight? Nah, Ray has always been quiet, but he is oddly quieter tonight, right? Can he read my mind now? I told him not to unless I say it is okay, so maybe no? Did he enjoy the last meal I made for him? He is always nice and praises me, but I feel like I trouble him a lot sometimes."

"What do I have to do on Monday? Right, the meeting for the new project, submit the report to Ashley, oh, and that plan I have with Jim in the afternoon…”

"Who is Jim?" he would ask instinctively, then immediately regret it, perhaps placing his hand over his lips slightly.

And you would just laugh at him and lean closer, teasing him silly.

"I knew you were listening, Ray."

And that earns his face becoming redder than any crimson shade you have ever seen before.

Oh, he is not the only one who knows how to tease around here.

You mentioned you like stargazing, but it is difficult to do that in a city this crowded, so he would take some days off to bring you somewhere with a bunch of stars to gaze at. A small camping place, perhaps?

Could he just fly you there in ten minutes? Yes.

But apparently “the journey is part of the experience” according to you.

Though it would be faster if he just flew you there, you said you enjoy the process of the trip, claiming it is more interesting, thrilling, and adventurous. And he would go along with whatever idea you have in your head, Star.

So now he is driving six hours into the middle of nowhere because you saw one cute TikTok couple camping video and decided this was your personality now.

But I would say in case Ray didn't own a car, you would be the one with the car, though he would always be the one to drive it. He would drive you to work, and then you both would head off to your respective jobs. In the evening, he would come pick you up and drive you home with him.

Anything else? Oh, right!

Passenger princess. Oh, little Star. I would say that none of y'all behaves well, so having you as his passenger princess is quite a challenge.

He has lost count of how many times you give him those puppy like eyes whenever he drives. When he asks what is wrong, because you don't like him reading your mind out of nowhere, you shamelessly say.

"Oh, you just look too handsome driving, RayRay.”

And he almost hits the brakes. He is still not used to taking compliments from you, Star. Be easy on him, he doesn't want to have a heart attack while trying to drive you home safely. Do you know how much your words affect him?

Anyway, that is just the surface of all your teasing, only the beginning of your nonsense.

Because he knows and you know, that sometimes he cannot control what he is doing and might unintentionally peek into your mind a bit.

At first it is very harmless.

“He looks pretty tonight.”

You would still look at him from the side of your seat, but rather than just thinking he is handsome, you would be bolder, as if you want to test his patience more each day. He really needs to discipline you a bit, doesn't he?

“I wonder what would happen if I grabbed his thigh right now...”

And when he hears all types of inappropriate thoughts you have about him, about what you could do with him in this car, you can see how his hands tighten around the wheel. He shifts his body a bit and might clear his throat before muttering one or two warnings about your naughty thoughts, about you needing to “behave.”

Well, whether you behave or not depends entirely on whether you like him to pull over at some random, secluded place and absolutely fuck your brains out in the backseat.

Though I would say Ray actually has insane self control, as he is still patient enough to wait until you two arrive home. 

But do you really, really want to go home?  Do you want Ray to give in?  Do you want him to completely wreck you right here in the car?

It is actually quite simple, quite easy. So follow the instructions closely!

𝐎𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

First, slide out of your seat and go down on him while he is actively driving. He is always flustered when you do that, breathlessly claiming it is dangerous while he is behind the wheel but secretly he loves, LOVES it. 

Why do you think this man decided to tint every single window of your car to a pitch black? It is for privacy purposes, obviously? 😈

Though if you swirl your tongue, lick him, and suck on his thick shaft hard enough, his knee might twitch and he might hit the brakes so suddenly that you almost choke on his length. There might be a little desperate coughing there because Ray can get very cocky, dominant, and possessive when he is horny. All that pent up frustration and all the times he has to hold himself back around you, why do you always find a way to test his waters?

Lowkey, I feel like he doesn't like you going down on him that much, mostly because his primal instinct prefers to pleasure you, and he prefers that you both melt into the process together rather than it being one sided. Though I would say if you love his dick that much, he would grow used to the indulgence and let you do whatever you want with your lips. He is your big, hard lollipop now.

Imagine a day you come home from a horrible, exhausting day at work. He has already cooked your favorite dishes, even prepared a steaming bath and laid out your favorite snacks, and all you do is order him to drop his pants so you can sink your mouth onto him for some stress relief. Now, that is unusual of you but he doesn't really have any complaints about being used.

He would only refuse when he is genuinely not in the mood or really tired. Because tbh you might have deeply corrupted him in some way. Now he craves seeing the helpless devotion on your face when you wrap your pretty, soft lips tightly around his cock. It turns him on even more when you have lipstick on and it smudges in messy strokes over his hot skin, or seeing the glistening slickness of his precum at the corner of your lip, and how heavy tears slowly form at the corners of your eyes when you are stretching your throat to take him so well.

He is also a massive fan of that deep, wet gagging sound you occasionally make because every time you go down on him, all he can hear running through your mind is just how big he is, how thick he is, how you like the heavy veins pulsing on his shaft, or how you love to swirl your tongue to kiss his leaking tip. You are so utterly shameless when it comes to praising him and he knows you do all that on purpose. Such a tease you are.

But despite that massive size, he rarely does anything genuinely rough to you. He would fist his fingers into your hair, but more to pull your head back to see your face clearer. It is such a beautiful, ruined sight to him, after all. 

He would not ruthlessly thrust his hips, though, afraid his density might hurt you. And you prefer it that way when he lets you take complete control, knowing exactly how well he can fucking take you and split you wide open if he wants, but his nature turns you on and makes you want to reward his patience even more.

Oh, and one more thing: 

It is actually really hard to make him cum with your mouth alone because he is ridiculously big, and your jaw gets hurt, tired and achy after a short while. Ray always notices that muscle tension and gently stops you. 

But if you have the blowjob skills of a fucking porn star, then you do you 😈

Suck him dry!!!

And what a beautiful tease you are. Every time you manage to break his control and make him cum, you kiss him immediately, capturing his mouth as if your lips cannot be left empty for even a second.

Ray knows you do that on purpose because every time you kiss him, he can taste his own thick cream on you, the heavy scent mixing intoxicatingly with your own sweet taste. And that turns him on even more because, wow, HIS taste on YOU. 

Cough it is because of his breeding kink cough

So best believe that after going down on him, you two always end up in an endless, desperate make out session. At least, it won't end until you notice how wet you have become just from the friction of his tongue and his hungry kisses alone. Nasty!

Anyway, back to the car thing.

He never lets you go down on him for too long because, well, Ray is impatiently patient. Can you guess it?

Like, yeah, he likes you sucking him as if he is a delicious meal, but his body also starves to do the exact same thing for you. 

But the driver's seat doesn't exactly provide that level of comfort, so you know what? He likes it when you ride his face. Yeah, adjust the seat to lean back a bit, with you hovering completely open above him.

That is such a perfectly beautiful, lewd sight for him to view from below. He can feel his own cock pulsing and throbbing hard against his zipper, matching the rhythmic throb of your slick, swollen folds right above his mouth. He hasn't even touched you yet, and somehow you are always this soaking wet for him. It strokes his ego just as much as when you worship his cock. He wants to worship you too.

But there is this one issue, if you ever consider it to be one. When Ray goes down on you, he never comes back up. 

Haha, I'm kidding! kind of

Of course he would come back up, but not until he is satisfied enough with teasing you, eating you out until you hit multiple, back-to-back orgasms and squirt all over his face. He absolutely loves when your hot juices run down his chin while he tries to slurp up every single drop.

Tbh, watching him eat you out so deviously, you understand why Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins ✋🏻😭 

Calm down, sir!

You become so hyper-sensitive you can barely feel anything, but at the same time, you feel every single ridge of his tongue all at once. By that time, even a single soft, warm breath from his lips against your clit could make you cum right away.

You know why Ray keeps his hair long? For his hero image?

WRONG!

It is for you to fucking grab onto when he enjoys his time burying his face deep between your thighs, duh?! So you better tug on that. Hell, you can even aggressively pull his hair, and the pain just makes his tongue become more eager, licking harder on you. Yeah, yeah, be a bit rough with him. He loves it!!!

He likes it when you ride his face better than anything because he knows how much you love it when his nose bumps against your tender, throbbing clit. And he takes full advantage of that positioning, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, keeping you locked firmly in place as he eats you out so fucking hungrily.

He is kissing you down there like he is making out with you, tender and soft at first. His tongue laps slowly over your slit, caresses your swollen folds gently and circles your clit because he knows you are sensitive and moving too fast might hurt you. He takes his sweet time to wet your folds until they are completely covered in his thick saliva before moving to the next part, dipping his tongue out and sliding it between your already soft, weeping folds. He finds his way to your entrance. 

Like his dick, his tongue is also ridiculously long and slightly pointy, which never fails to amaze you how well he knows exactly how to use it.

You leak and drip cream all over his tongue when he kisses and sucks on you so softly. It gets a bit sloppy and a bit dirty but Ray likes it that way. He loves making a complete mess out of you and drawing out all the lewd, sweet, melodic moans from your throat. Keep encouraging him like that. He is so fucking stiff just imagining how good you must feel from his tongue dancing inside you. 

Sometimes you wonder: is it your juices or is it his drool coating the corner of his lips?

You think you are so clever with all your teasing, don't you? 

Then prepare, because he always pays you back with interest at times like this. He constantly and relentlessly overstimulates you. Every single time you are nearly about to cum and break, he stops or moves his tongue elsewhere. 

You needily beg him like a fucking pathetic slut, but he won't give in just yet. Because he doesn't only want you to cum. He wants you to see stars, Star. So hold that in, because he won't stop until you are squirting all over the place, dirtying this fucking damn car and painting the interior with your fluids, making you feel entirely embarrassed to go to the car wash the next day.

Only then does he finally stop, hovering just out of reach, forcing you to endure the agonizing space between your bodies.

Do you want him? Yeah? 

Or do you want his cock? Both? 

He obviously knows that, but he wants to hear it pierce through the quiet of the car. 

You have to learn how to plead properly if you want him to give you what you are begging for.

"Tell me what you want, Star."

But Ray is a big softie underneath it all, so if you beg him enough, grinding your dripping heat against his stiff cock now leaking with precum, coating his thick shaft in your slick juices, he begins to crack. You kiss him desperately while doing it, making those sweet, soft moans, calling his name between your panting breaths and finally asking for what you want in the naughtiest way you can think of.

He would immediately give in to you. Fuck, you really want to ruin him, don't you?

He would squeeze your butt slightly, his long fingers digging deep into the meat of your thighs before giving you some sharp, stinging slaps, watching with darkened eyes how your skin jiggles and tenses under his touch. He finally gives you what you want because, just like you, Ray cannot wait any longer to sink his cock deep into your warm walls. He craves that tight, suffocating sensation when you clench around him, sucking his length in so greedily he feels like you could snap him right in half.

You both hiss when just the thick, blunt tip comes in, breathing heavily as he slowly, frictionally forces his way inside you, until about half of his massive length is nudging right into your soaked, trembling hole. 

He gently kisses your temper, his breath hitching as he asks if you are okay. He is always like that, he would not move an inch further if he knew you were genuinely uncomfortable. He gives you time to adjust as he distracts you from the overwhelming sensation, helping you relax and become less tense by playing with your boobs. Squeezing them and fondling your soft skin between the rough, burning palms of his hands.

"Look at you, stretching so beautifully for me," he murmurs against your neck, his voice vibrate slightly. "Just breathe, Star."

Ray has large hands, so every time he holds you, you can always feel the burning heat in every trace he leaves on your skin, even if it is just a lazy graze against your ribs. He twists your nipples softly, kissing and licking them, teasing you with his tongue a bit until they are completely hardened, swollen and coated in his saliva until he is finally satisfied enough.

Leaving wet kisses along your collarbone is also his favorite activity. 

It is funny because you were the one who started it. You leave not only deep scratch marks on his back but also purple hickeys everywhere around his neck area and his collarbone, as if you are obsessed with marking him as yours. And it rubbed off on him quite a bit when he started to mirror your actions. 

His skin is pale so it is easy for you to mark him, after all. 

But Ray, oh, he is not just kissing you, he is sucking and nibbling, and if he finds it is not enough, he bites you. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a bruising mark that will remind you of him for days.

By the time he is done marking you, you have already adjusted to his size, comfortable and relaxed enough for him to continue. And he sinks deeply and completely into you, burying his shaft to the absolute hilt, whispering needy comments about how deep he is inside you, pressing on your belly so softly that it makes you gasp and almost yell at him.

He laughs, a low, wicked sound against your lips, and immediately kisses you to shut you up while slowly thrusting his hips, feeling you warmly wrapped tightly around his cock. Every corner of his body is heated up. And the way your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, burying your face at his side, breathing and moaning directly against his ear… 

You can nibble his earlobe or dip your tongue into his ear. It makes him shiver and would likely make him cum a bit too fast. You can feel him throbbing and twitching inside you every time you kiss his ear, every time you whisper how good it feels and how well he fucks you. He loses it completely and quickens his pace until he can barely hear your mind, but only the loud, wet, rhythmic slapping sound of skin against skin and both of your frantic panting and moaning.

He was never really that vocal during sex before. He was never really that interested in it until he met you, as if you can dig out all the hidden, feral parts in him, parts that even he didn't know existed, and ravish him in any way you want to.

He whimpers slightly if you start to take control, like moving your hips to match his rhythm, placing your hands on his toned abs, and beginning to buckle your hips, moving the exact way you love. You angle just right so the tip of his cock hits right at the sensitive, aching spot you love the most. You sing for him so beautifully that all he can do is look at you as if he is completely hypnotized, with his hands locked tightly on your hips to steady your wild movements.

When he feels you are close, he pulls you closer, cradling you securely in his arms as he thrusts his hips deeply into you, making you cry out a pathetic sound, begging him to slow down a bit.

"Too fast, Star?" he whispers against your lips.

Your vision turns entirely white the very next moment as he still sinks deeply into you, ignoring your protests.

He loves how tight you clench on him, how desperate you are when you cum over his cock, coating him in your lewd, wet fluids. It just helps lubricate the messy connection between you more. 

But he is not done yet, he immediately picks up his pace again after one or two seconds because you are the most sensitive at the moment. He won't stop even when you cry and beg, because he knows you are begging because it feels too good and your body is becoming completely overwhelmed. 

He cradles your head by his side as he turns your face to kiss him, sharing a sloppy, tender kiss while he drills into you like a madman below, using his weight to pin you down.

He can be so sweet but so fucking mean at the same time.

And he won't stop until you cum two more times, dragging every last sob and moan out of your throat. Only then is he satisfied enough to finally let himself come undone.

"Where do you want it, Star?" he pants, his chest pressing against yours, his cock twitching violently inside your soaked walls. "Tell me where you want me to cum."

He always lets you choose because you matter to him so much, he always places your desires above anything else.

Personally, he would love nothing more than to creampie you. Yeah, he loves to feel how greedily you suck on him, so he has no choice but to cum thick ropes deep into you, almost filling you up as you might scream out loud because every corner he paints with his heat feels like it is burning up from the inside.

And if you don't want him to finish inside? 

He likes to cum right onto your belly. He loves painting your skin in his color. It is such an ethereal sight for him to enjoy. He would rub his cock everywhere on your stomach, smearing his hot seed over your flesh as you needily kiss him. He softly pats your hair, whispering sweet praise as if he hasn't just wrecked you into an oblivious, trembling mess.

And then he cleans you up with some wet tissues he always keeps in the car compartment, gently wiping away the evidence. He dresses you back up neatly, and fixes your disheveled hair before going to grab some snacks, making sure you look perfectly presentable so that no one notices what you two just did.

Then you go home, take a long shower together, and he tucks you into bed right by his side, pulling you tight against his chest.

Good night, Star.

Thank you for coming to my Ray Talk!