Title: Non-Latex Accident.
Pairing: ( Implied- ) Ryland Grace x Reader.
Rating: T. ( Heavy mentions of Condoms, tiny mention of sex. )
Words: 1.3 K
Summary: You find some... Very interesting hide-aways in the medical storage compartment of the Hail Mary.
☆Ryland Grace Masterlist☆
You and Ryland were looking for a spare part for the water reclaimer, and Ryland’s right next to you, shuffling a bit too close as he’s looking in the storage unit next to yours. You yank too hard on a medical kit and a whole avalanche of foil squares explodes out, clattering all over the floor.
Silence. Dead silence as the both of you look down at the shiny squares before cautiously looking at each other. And you can see Ryland’s face going through the five stages of grief in about two seconds flat before landing on pure, unfiltered mortification. A laugh escapes you, and you can’t tell if it’s because of his reaction or the actual item you stumbled upon.
Of freakin’ course there’s condoms! Ryland squeaked in his head. It’s so Stratt! Ryland’s brain immediately kicks into overdrive as he almost jolts away from you, remembering the manifest he’d combed through over and over again for the mission.
List item 74-B: Prophylactics, Non-Latex. Quantity: 48.
Ryland recalls questioning Stratt on it during a briefing to go over the allotted weight for medical supplies. Some naive part of his scientist brain just had to ask for the tactical purpose. And Stratt? She didn't even blink. She just stared at Ryland with cold, calculating eyes and said, “DuBois and Shapiro, Dr. Grace. They know one of them is going to die, but it isn’t stopping them. You truly think the crew 11.9 light years away will be any different?”
And that was it. He never questioned a single line item again. Guess if you’re that far from home, floating around in a tin can, the least you can do is be safe.
You can practically see the cogs turning in the Molecular Biologist’s head. He’s doing math. He’s calculating mass. These things have weight. Grams! They were accounted for in the launch mass! Every single gram. And Ryland… Was just a man having a logistical crisis over space condoms that you had found and spilled onto the floor.
“Oh… Oh my…” Ryland muttered under his breath, looking at the foil packets.
The sound of your knees hitting the metallic floor seemed to echo in the sudden, suffocating silence. Ryland looked like he was about to have an aneurysm as you spared him a glance, your hands reaching for the condoms. His pretty blue eyes were wide, tracking your every movement in front of him. He honestly… Looked less like a brilliant scientist and more like a startled racoon caught in a trash can.
“I-I guess Stratt thought of everything, huh?” You teased, your voice light and airy, a juxtaposition to the sheer panic radiating off the blonde beside you in heavy waves. You held up one of the little squares, Ryland’s eyes widening further as a blotchy redness took over his chest and his face as you wiggled it between your fingers. “Non-latex, too! How considerate.”
The sound that Ryland made could only be described as ‘deflating balloon’ and it caused a small chuckle to leave your lips. “T-... The mass budget!” He choked out, his gaze darting from the condom in your hand to the pile on the floor to your face. Your very amused face, he swallowed. “Each one is approximately 1.2 grams. Times that by 48 units to get 57.6 grams! That’s nearly 60 grams of potential that Stratt factored into the launch calculations! 60 grams! Do you know what we could have done with that extra 60 grams?”
You snorted, continuing to gather them into a neat little pile as Ryland continued his mental breakdown. Who knew it would come over such an item, but it was flushed with entertainment regardless. “I don’t know, Ryland. Maybe we could have had one more pack of ramen? Or I dunno, maybe, just maybe, Stratt decided that the mental well-being of the crew was worth the…” You tilted your head and smiled at him, “57.6 grams.”
He stared at you, his round mouth slightly agape in astonishment. The logic was so simple, so human and it was clearly short-circuiting the part of his brain that was still screaming at him about the fuel payload discrepancy if the condoms were not on board. “But the… waste disposal…” He tried again, a weak argument for something that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. “The ship's system is not designed for… this type of biological waste.”
That made you raise your eyebrows, both at the minor implications of his words and the fact that even in its scientific nature, Ryland was unable to say sperm. You looked up at him from your position on your knees as a gentle grin took hold of your expression. Ryland knew it should have helped, but the way you looked at him through your eyelashes caused another stiffening shiver to run down his entire body and he clenched his hands. “Relax. I’m not planning on testing the system's limits. I’m just helping you clean up your little… Logistical nightmare.”
There was a flicker of something other than pure panic in his eyes, but it was there and gone in a flash. Unmistakable though, because it was the same look Ryland got when he was solving a particularly complex problem or trying to explain to Rocky relativity. But, there was also something else there beneath the surface, something that made your stomach do a little flip as you glanced down and picked up a few more shiny packets.
“What take Grace (Last Name) so long, question?” Rocky’s computerized chime hit the air, causing both you and Ryland to nearly jump out of your skin. “Find replacement part, question?”
“Nope!”
“No!”
Both of you answered at the exact same time. Ryland winced immediately afterwards, shoulders climbing towards his ears as you tried… God, you tried to not laugh and the amount of acute embarrassment that was written across his face. Because beside your shoe, one final foil packet gleamed accusingly under the harsh lights of the ship.
“Confuse. Why both Grace, (Last Name) distressed, question?”
Ryland moved so fast it was almost impressive. The sound of his hand slapping over the condom packet was satisfying as he moved to shove it into the open storage bin like it was some type of classified government document.
You giggled.
“Everything’s fine.” Ryland said far too quickly.
“Grace speak at elevated speed.”
“It’s still… Everything’s fine, Rock.”
There was a beat that passed between the three of you, your eyes sparing a glance back at the storage bin as your heart raced in your chest. “What object Grace hiding, question?”
You both froze, but you had the chance to see the exact moment that Ryland’s brain visibly blue-screened. His mouth opened. Then closed, then opened again like he was bargaining with God. “It’s uh…” He gestured vaguely at the storage bin like maybe the correct explanation would materialize if he waved hard enough at it. “A m-medical supply.”
“Medical supply cause Grace embarrassment, question?”
You smiled slightly as Ryland squeezed his eyes shut. Ah. Right. You had explained that particular emotion to Rocky a few days prior. And now it was coming back to haunt him.
“I mean it’s uh… Ah… Ya..”
“It’s a preventative.” You offered helpfully, Ryland shooting you a look of absolute betrayal.
“No understand.”
There it was. The ultimate death blow.
Ryland inhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling like he was searching for some type of divine intervention to take him far away from here. You crossed your arms, clearly enjoying this far more than you should have. “Go on, Grace. Explain.”
Ryland made a strangled noise, “I hate this ship.”
Yknow the lil fanfic trope where a character, usually non-human, purrs like a cat. In this case it would obviously be Rocky but what if it was Grace instead hear me out-
tags: oral (male receiving), whiny leon, swallowing, praise
sum: you just want to see how whiny leon gets when you suck him off.
wc: 1.3k
For as stoic and quiet Leon seemed to be, he sure was making a whole lot of noise now.
When you got him alone, turning him to putty with your sweet compliments and kisses, was when he dropped it easier than he even knew. A part of him only you got to see… and you wouldn't change it for the world.
Leon's always been sweet, kind, caring, and giving in every way possible. He rarely takes any of that love back, especially when you compliment him. But then he's going from rolling his eyes and looking away to blushing in under a minute.
Even for someone who doesn't talk a lot, you had him speechless when he was flustered.
He knows if he meets your eye when you look so pretty telling him so he could probably believe you with how your eyes sparkle.
He's your entire world, why wouldn't you?
Especially when you'd been eyeing him in the kitchen cooking dinner while you were on the couch reading… wondering if you've ever made him moan as loud as he's made you.
When it occurred that you hadn't… a new idea was put into your head.
"Leon…"
You're beckoning from behind him while he's stood at the sink.
He doesn't say anything, just lets you wrap your arms around his waist and hug his back.
"Hey, baby."
His low voice cuts through the quiet and drives you crazy, watching his biceps bulge with each movement. It's the kiss you plant on his shoulder that makes him melt even more than your arms brushing his waist, a place you've deemed his favorite with the way he shudders.
His compression shirt sits nicely over his torso, accentuating every ridge of his toned chest and pecs. Your lips plant another soft kiss against his neck, and he knows you're not leaving his side. He also knows your hands are prone to wander when they're not pinned down.
Leon's aware of what's coming.
"What're you up to?"
"So pretty, baby…"
Leon chuckles under his breath, praying you don't feel the heat threatening to pool in his cheeks.
Your hands rake up his chest, nails scratching over the material of his shirt so lightly, and when you hear the sigh he lets out, it's a sign you're successful in turning him on.
"Yeah?" he huffs out.
"Mhm…" you mutter into his shirt.
Leon's focus falters a bit when your hands move back down over the hem of his shirt, feeling you toy with it before slipping your fingers underneath. A little more when they push his shirt up to reveal the soft skin of his stomach.
Goosebumps cover his skin with how light your touches are, completely thrown off task with your teasing.
He doesn't know how it escalates so fast… you were turning him on all too quickly and then when you mutter let me suck you off… his mind goes blank. He's blinked and you're peppering his skin with kisses, pleading.
Leon could never resist you.
Just when you thought he couldn't get prettier, his sharp eyes glance down at you on your knees for him.
"Fuck…" he's muttering, breathing deeply as he tries to commit this- commit you to memory on the backs of his eyelids.
Your pretty lips open, tongue sticking out as you kitten licks over the tip of his swollen cock dripping with pre, a hand holding him at the base.
Leon's cock is so pretty- par for the course with the rest of him. No wonder he shudders when you kiss him along the underside, running a hand through your hair. He's blushing as you swallow him down inch by inch.
The perfect size for your mouth, traveling every ridge and vein with your tongue. Your warm mouth is heaven to him, and you can't help but hum against him, listening intently to each of his whimpers. The friction sends his head falling back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
"Shit- don't stop… please don't stop."
You've never heard Leon be so shameless in his moaning. He's stuttering and cursing every other word, trying to string together praises and sweet words about how well you're sucking his cock, how good you're making him feel- but he turns up blank.
Not having even uttered the words don't hold back to him, you're certain the warmth flooding your head has everything to do with how he sings above you.
Your soft palm rests on one of his thighs, moving softly against his skin though he's only tense because of how you pinned him down. His tip hits the back of your throat just the slightest and he gasps, enveloped in warmth and greedy for more and more with every movement you make.
Leon's shirt is pushed up above his navel and that pretty little trail of hair that leads to his base, his stomach flexing every so often with the urge to rut up into your mouth.
"So pretty, Leon…" you mutter, pulling off him with swollen lips and a hoarse voice.
Your words and voice have him twitching again, warmth of your mouth lost before you're swirling your tongue around his tip again.
"Fuck-"
"…And so noisy, good boy."
"Ca-can't stay quiet when you're this good at…"
His words fall out breathily before he moans again, almost like he's trying to keep his composure and not let himself go before he's ready to. Leon savors every time you touch him, especially when you get him whining and blushing and so fucking flustered that he feels himself start to sweat.
"Ohhmygod…"
He groans when you go down on him again, struggling to maintain the strength to stay standing.
"Hah- mmm.. fuck…"
This is the loudest Leon's ever been when you've got his cock in your mouth, and it's not looking like he's stopping anytime soon. His chest rises and falls with each breath that leaves him, always followed with a whimper or an expletive to complement.
When you push him to the back of your throat and gag, that's when he's shuddering and looking back down, moving your hair out of the way so he could see the way your lips're wrapped around him.
He doesn't care if it makes him cum on the spot with the warmth of your mouth around him and the wet sounds that follow. You're on your knees for him, doing all of this for him just because. Leon never asked, but maybe he should more often if this was going to be the outcome.
Though he'd much rather have you splayed open for him, thighs pinned down with his strength and your arousal all over his face.
"Baby, baby…" he pants, a plea for more- and he's so far gone already.
Leon's breath shakes and pretty little sounds keep leaving his lips, telltale signs he's getting close.
You want to taunt him, to take him in your hand and go as slow as possibly to delay his release but a part of you feels that's too cruel. You'd rather he just spill himself across your tongue without care. Tears prick up in the corner of your eyes when you pull back from having him deeper in your mouth, but the way Leon immediately looks down to make sure you're alright is too desperate to ignore.
He's on the brink- not able to last much longer and yet he's more concerned about if you're okay.
"You okay?" he pants.
"Mhm… close already, huh?"
"Uh huh," he replies, sheepish smile on his face.
You're licking your lips, swollen that they are and kitten lick at his tip before his palm comes up to cup your cheek.
"Where-"
"I'll swallow… just let go, baby…"
Leon huffs a breath before you're going down on him again.
"Fuck…"
It doesn't take long before he's whining again, holding your hair with his hand and bucking his hips up.
"Oh g-god, baby, I'm gonna-"
But he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he's spilling over in your mouth, taking sickening pride in your soft lips wrapped around him. The salty taste of him spreads across your tongue before you swallow, slowing your movements before eventually coming up off him.
being a humanities major who’s friends with stem majors is so funny because you’ll ask your friends what they’re doing today and they’re like “UGH it’s so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about you” and you’re like “oh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.” and they still think you have it worse
Being a stem major who's friends with humanities majors is ALSO funny bc you ask what's goin on with them and they're like "oh yeah my day's pretty good! I only have to read 50 pages for this one class today and half a book for another one. It's much better than last week where I read three books and wrote a 10 page paper about their overlapping motifs for one class while also researching a niche period of time that our library doesn't have any resources on. How's it been for you?" and you're like "oh I have a lil packet of fun math puzzles due tomorrow." and they look at you like you're carrying the weight of the universe on your back
This is your reminder that just because something falls within the skillset you've practiced, so you can do it and you don't find it particularly hard or stressful relative to other things, it doesn't mean it isn't actually hard work you should be proud of yourself for accomplishing!
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