incinerate - part 2 - 18+ only! i will block ageless blogs
ryland grace x fem!engineer!reader
cw: smut, subby ryland, munch ryland, themes of death
synopsis: you are the primary engineer chosen to go aboard the hail mary on its journey to save earth from its astrophage plague. but what happens when you meet a charming molecular biologist who was chosen to work with the crew prior to the launch? your crush starts to spiral as you all spend more and more time together, and eventually you hit him with a proposition…a last wish, per say. you ask dr. grace if he will sleep with you before the mission.
chapter synopsis: tension, feelings, smut!, sex (p!in!v), oral (both receiving)
thank you guys for reading the 1st chapter, here’s the 2nd. if it goes well, i’ll keep trucking with this little story!
a few weeks go by and now here you are sitting at a table in the breakroom eating a sandwich and waiting for him to appear as usual.
as always, he comes flying into the room in a stupid t-shirt, holding a bag of chips.
“sorry i’m late!” he speaks, rather loudly.
you look up from the magazine you have been mindlessly flipping through and roll your eyes at the cat t-shirt he has chosen to wear today.
“what?” he asks, dramatically shrugging his shoulders.
“for a man with so many cat shirts, you act like a golden retriever,” you joke, taking a bite of your sandwich and glancing down at your wristwatch.
he blushes then, unsure if that means you find him cute or…maybe slobbery?
either way, he takes a seat next to you and opens up his bag of chips.
“so how’s the ship’s software looking?” he asks. last he heard, everything was going on without a hitch.
“i’m afraid to tell you for fear of jinxing it,” you sigh.
“fair enough, i won’t talk about astrophage during lunch if you don’t talk about CAD.”
you raise a brow and extend your sandwich-free hand, “deal.”
he shakes your hand and nods in affirmation. your fingers linger a little longer than they should, then you both go back to your respective lunches.
over the past few weeks, you’ve come to know a lot about each other. you’ve told him about your time with NASA prior to project hail mary, your undergraduate and graduate work, your old apartment. the life you once lived.
he’s told you about his time in college, his phd program and the resulting research, a lot about teaching - god, he misses his kids so much, it tugs on your heartstrings a little.
he’s told you about his bike, how he misses riding it around the bay. about losing his parents. about things he’s never really told very many people. he’s kind of a loner, which is strange to you.
for a scientist, he’s seemingly sociable. although you suppose it’s because he’s around middle schoolers regularly. at least that’s why you assume he’s so humorous.
you spend a lot of time at night lying awake in bed worrying about the mission, and when you stop worrying about the mission, you start thinking about ryland.
about the way he laughs, the way his eyes look behind his glasses when it’s sunny outside. you wonder why stratt chose him. you hope he gets to go back to a normal life after the launch, or at least at some point.
you wonder if he will go back to that apartment in san francisco. if he will be okay as earth starts to suffer the consequences of a world losing its sunlight.
you don’t know why you’re so consumed by him. maybe you need the distraction, maybe you just find him worth studying. either way, he is always there in your mind.
the clock is ticking down, though. soon you will launch yourself into space in a race to find a solution to the astrophage problem.
you zone back in with a shake of your head and after a few bites of your sandwich, you finally ask him about his love life.
he tells you about his old girlfriend, about how much of a hoarder she was. he says she was nice, pretty, and funny. but overall, their differences shot the relationship in the foot. he hadn’t really dated much since.
“what about you?” he asks, finger pressing the bridge of his glasses back up his nose.
you put down the orange you were peeling and laugh, throwing your head back a little too dramatically.
“what?” he asks, leaning his cheek onto his hand and gazing at you in amusement.
“oh nothing, i just…i haven’t dated in so long,” you admit.
you go on to tell him about your last partner. about how rough the relationship got. that they said you worked too much, were too emotionally distant, and basically “lived in space” even outside of work.
he chuckles at that last part.
“well, i guess we have that in common.”
you nod. this is the closest you’ve gotten to anyone here - the closest you’ve gotten to anyone at all in years.
your own best friend had quit talking to you after having enough of hearing that you were too busy to hang out. your parents called every once in awhile, though they lived so far away that you only saw them a few times each year.
the timer on your watch goes off and you reluctantly stand and gather your things.
“well, back to the oil rig,” you joke.
“come see me later,” ryland hollers after you as you leave the breakroom.
“i will!” you yell back.
and you do.
after working through some software tweaks for a few hours, you finally pull your jumpsuit down halfway and tie the arms around your waist before marching off to the science lab.
your top half is exposed, white tank top doing little to hide the outline of your body as you knock on the plexiglass window to the lab.
ryland looks up from where he sits at a microscope. he looks exhausted, but goofy as ever.
it’s late. late enough that everyone else has called it a night, even stratt has seemingly settled in for the evening.
he trots over and sticks his head out the door.
“i am wrapping up now!” he chides.
he rakes his eyes down your body. he’s never seen you in just a tank top before. it’s nothing crazy, but he’s definitely noticing how nice your body is.
your cheeks heat up when you notice his eyes lingering around your chest.
“okay, 5 more minutes. wanna come in while i clean up?” he finally says.
you nod and follow him into the lab, taking a seat on the stool next to his. it’s still warm. dubois and shapiro must’ve just been here.
you watch silently as he works on his samples. his arms bulging beneath his white coat, thick brows furrowed, and his tongue sticking out in concentration.
for a moment he looks…extremely hot.
you try to push that feeling down, but it sticks. it buries itself deep under your skin, giving you goosebumps.
you suddenly want to touch him. want to remember him when you’re gone. but it’s not fair to either of you to act on these impulses.
it’s not fair to start something and then go die.
it’s not fair to leave him here after.
not that you even think he reciprocates these feelings, but the hopeful part of you assumes he does.
he brings you back to the present when he yawns rather loudly.
“sorry, i’m just beat. my back is starting to kill me,” he admits.
“i feel that,” you sigh.
“i think im going to call it for the night. want to come over to mine?” he asks.
you stiffen, sitting straight up. you’ve never been inside each others living quarters. why does it feel so…personal?
“sure!” you spout, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “i am going to change first though.”
“that’s fine. i think ill shower then,” he replies.
he puts away all of his materials and strips off his lab coat. then you all begin the walk to your room, chatting about all the science that happened during another hectic day.
when he gets to your door, he says he will see you soon, and you head inside and get your stuff ready to head to the showers down the hall.
the hot water melts some tension away from your shoulders. as you wash your body you imagine what it would be like to have someone else’s hands on you.
someone else named dr. ryland grace.
you shiver at the thought and dump some shampoo into your palm.
you have to stop thinking about that man.
but, you only have 12 more days.
twelve.
you chew on your bottom lip, mulling it over.
what’s one night together?
it’s not like you work super closely together, so if it’s awkward then it’s fine. if he rejects you, you can just carry on. you don’t have much time anyway!
he’s a man! he will get over a one night stand. especially when earth is experiencing major climate change. he will be too busy to have existential dread over what could have been.
so maybe you’ll ask him to sleep with you then. but how?
as the hot water starts to run out, you rush through the rest of your shower and jump out and dry off.
you pull on a pair of pajama pants and another white tank top and wrap your hair in your towel.
when you get back to your room you look at yourself in the mirror.
you’re pretty! you can do it. just ask him. it’s like a last meal for a death row inmate.
a steak for the murderer, a quick fuck for the aerospace engineer.
sounds doable.
you sit on the edge of the bed and let your hair dry a second before leaving to head to ryland’s room.
when you get there, he opens the door just as you raise your hand to knock. as if he’s been standing by the door waiting for you.
“hey, you.”
you smile, “hi back.”
for two incredibly talented and intelligent scientists, you sure do act like awkward school kids. at least he has an excuse.
he leads you over to sit on his couch. man, his room is nice than yours.
“would you like a drink?” he asks.
“would love one,” you nod.
he hands you a bottle of russian vodka and a glass.
“help yourself. i don’t drink much, it was a gift!”
you smile and pour a little into a glass. you definitely need something to take the edge off if you’re going to ask what you think you’re going to ask. no mixer, just straight up liquid courage.
“you should try a little too. i mean, we had a long day.”
he eyes you, wondering if you’re up to something.
“what’s your ulterior motive?” he inquires.
“have a drink and we will see.”
he raises his eyebrows and pours himself a glass with about the same amount of vodka as yours has.
you sit and drink in silence for a beat.
the alcohol burns your stomach, sending heat to your cheeks and brazen confidence to your brain.
after you have downed the glass, you turn your body to face his. you pull one leg up and tuck it under the other.
he turns to look at you and does the same.
“ryland,” you mutter.
he says your name in the same tone, a little scared of where this is going.
“i have a proposition for you.”
he now looks thoroughly entertained at the notion.
“let’s hear it,” he says, gesturing with his hands.
you start talking at the speed of light.
“i am going to die in 9 days. well, not 9 days. but in 9 days, i will be gone. gone from earth forever. i am going to be gone from earth forever, and this has given me the confidence to ask if you..” you pause.
“if you will sleep with me as a last wish,” you finally finish.
he chokes on his vodka.
your eyes go wide. you take the cup out of his hand and place it on the small coffee table in front of you and hand him his water bottle. he takes a sip.
“i-im so sorry if im overstepping, i just- i just need to feel something again. and you’re so great, and if you’re not into it, then we can just blame it on the russian vodka and never ever utter a word about it again,” you ramble on again.
for the first time since you’ve known him, he is completely speechless.
you cover your face with your free hand, still clutching your empty glass in the other.
“y/n, please look at me,” he whispers, his hand coming up to peel yours off of your face.
you open your eyes after he pulls your hand away.
he nods his head, “i would be honored to be part of your last wish.”
then, he leans in and catches your lips in a gentle kiss.
you pull back, searching his eyes for any hesitation. when you find none, you lean back in, this time with more fire.
your tongues fight for dominance and ryland whines into your mouth when one hand reaches around to the nape of his neck to tangle in the golden strands there.
he pulls away suddenly.
“i-i haven’t done this in a very, very long time. i am not even sure i know how to do this anymore. well, i mean, it’s biology, and y’know i am good at biology. but, i just-”
you press a finger to his lips, gently shushing him.
“ryland, it’s okay. we don’t have to go any further. we can pretend none of this ever happened. but if you want to do this, im sure you will be amazing. you’re a very special and very handsome man,” you reassure him.
“no, no. i want to do this- gosh, i’ve never wanted anything more. i just want to make you feel good, i want to be good.”
“then kiss me again,” you order.
and he does. he kisses you even harder. then he’s readjusting, pulling you to slide into his lap.
your legs bracket his and you feel how hard he is against you.
his hand finds the small of his back and he urges you to grind down on him as he moves to kiss down your neck.
you whine when he bites a tender spot, moaning his name.
he slides the straps of your tank top down your arms and leans forward to catch one of your nipples in his mouth.
“oh f-fuck, fuck,” you groan as he sucks. you forgot he doesn’t curse and silently hope that he doesn’t mind that you definitely do.
he groans and thrusts up into you.
“you’re gonna kill me,” he breathes out.
you lean down to palm him through his sweats, he’s so hard it must hurt.
you slide off of his lap onto the floor between his legs and look up at him as if to ask for permission to slide his pants off.
he catches the gist and pushes them and his boxers down his legs for you.
“hey, you don’t have to do this.”
“i want to,” you reply.
you lean up to take him into your mouth and he scoots forward so you have a better angle.
the moment he enters your mouth he’s groaning so loud you have to tell him to quiet down.
his hands find your hair and gently tangle in it while you start working on his length.
“oh, please. please, just like that,” he whimpers when you hollow out your cheeks.
you pull off of him, wrapping your hand around him now.
“you like that, ryland? like how i make you feel?”
he throws his head back and his hips stutter, thrusting up into your hand. he blabbers something nonsensical.
“can’t understand you, ry. do you like how good i make you feel?” you ask again.
“y-yes, yes! yes, please. please don’t stop,” he begs.
you smirk, wrapping your hand tighter and pumping down his length.
you lean forward and take him in your mouth again, sucking at his tip and making him see stars.
“f-fudge. please, stop. stop or im going to…i can’t yet. i- please, please i wanna be inside of you,” he whines, head still thrown back.
you pull off of him and he sits up, looking down at you with half lidded eyes.
you look up at him and he reaches down to cradle your face again.
“c-can we move to my bed?” he asks.
you nod and he reaches down to grab your hands and pull you up. he pulls his boxers back on, kicks his pj pants the rest of the way off and picks you up.
he kisses you again, hands roaming down to your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist.
he carries you over to his bed and lays you down.
he crawls over you, finding your lips with his own. he starts kissing down your body to the top of your waistband. he slides your pants down and hooks his fingers into your panties, eyes searching your face to make sure it’s okay.
you nod violently, and he finally pulls them off and tosses them behind him. he’s between your thighs now and you suddenly feel a bit shy.
you instinctively close your legs, but he’s not having it. he spreads you back open and groans quietly when he sees you there, bare and glistening for him.
“god, you’re so wet,” he groans as he traces a finger through your folds.
“want you so bad, ryland. please touch me,” you beg.
he leans down and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, and another until he’s all the way up to where you need him most.
then he buries his face in you. lapping, sucking, and kissing everywhere.
it feels so good. you did not expect this at all. from someone who allegedly “hasn’t done this in so long,” he sure is good. what a prick, he’s good at everything!
he groans into you, his own hips bucking into the mattress as he eats you within an inch of your life.
you pull his hair, gently at first, then harder.
“f-fuck, ryland. feels so good. you’re so good for me,” you praise.
he moans really loud this time, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.
“yeah?” you tease, yanking his hair again. “dr. grace likes being told he’s a good boy?”
he whimpers and nods, moving two fingers to your entrance and thrusting them inside of you.
you’re speechless now, seeing stars as he fucks his fingers into you and sucks at your clit. your back arches off the mattress, a dramatic moan rips out of your throat. you don’t even sound like yourself.
“i-im gonna, ryland, i cant,” you pant.
but he just shakes his head, refusing to stop.
you come undone like never before. he doesn’t stop until you finally let go of his hair, your back straightening back out as you stop arching up into him.
he looks up from your core and he looks wrecked.
his mouth is wet, glasses are fogged, hair is a mess.
he’s truly never looked better.
he crawls up your body, pressing a kiss to your stomach, your chest, your neck on the way up.
“do you still want to?” he asks.
“yes, yes of course. but only if you do,” you reply.
he reaches over to his side table and opens the drawer, pulling out a three pack of condoms.
“where on earth did you get those?” you ask.
“dude. i’ll tell you after. but now, i just need to be inside you.”
you cannot help but laugh now. was he planning on this? you don’t even have time to think about it before he’s lining up to push inside of you.
you both groan at the initial stretch.
he’s got you in missionary, your legs come up to wrap around his waist as he thrusts deeper and deeper.
he’s panting now, willing himself not to come too fast.
you are not helping.
every moan, every little praise coming off your lips is sending signals directly to his cock.
he’s biting his lip so hard it may bleed as you wrap your legs tighter around him.
“feel okay, ry?” you ask, nervous at his lack of words.
he pants out what sounds like a yes as he continues focusing.
he hits the perfect spot inside of you and you lose it. you moan out like never before and clench around him.
with that, he whines.
“baby, baby, please. god, you’re squeezing me. i can’t, i can’t hold it,” he groans.
he leans down to bury his face in your neck, nipping at the skin near a sensitive spot he found earlier and you squeeze him again.
“it’s okay, ryland. you can come for me. please. be a good boy and let me feel you come,” you beg.
he buries his face even deeper in your neck now, his soft lips right by your ear as he moans, whimpers your name, pleads, and completely falls apart.
he’s never felt so good in his entire life. he’s pretty sure he could die with you in 9 days and be completely content after tonight.
after he’s done, he pulls out slowly and runs to grab you a damp towel and your clothes.
he excuses himself to the restroom and while he’s gone you clean yourself up and get dressed. you sit on the edge of the bed, legs dangling off as you wonder what the hell you’ve just started up.
as you wonder what the hell to do now.
do you stay? leave? you get up and sit back down a few times and finally, ryland walks back into the room.
“you okay?” he asks.
he’d gone to the vending machine and gotten a few snacks. how sweet.
he sits down next to you and kisses your head, handing you a candy bar. you laugh and open it.
“so…” he starts.
“so?” you ask.
“well, the condoms came from dubois and shapiro. they uh, they are engaging in similar activities.”
you choke on your candy bar, “NO WAY!”
you both start laughing hysterically.
“did he tell you?” you ask, still laughing.
“oh yea, it was the most awkward conversation ive ever had! and i teach middle school!” he smiles.
you lay back, kicking your legs like a child.
“well, was i okay?” he asks.
he lays back next to you, looking at you tenderly. he’s taken off his glasses and his eyes are shining from the lamp light.
“you were amazing. a perfect death row sexual encounter,” you admit, your mouth full of chocolate.
“if you want to stay the night, i would be happy to have you. we don’t have to sleep yet, i have some music and things we can do! or we can sleep. or we can do anything else,” he rambles.
“i’d love to. just, let’s set an alarm for very early and i can go back to my own room,” you suggest.
“that’s a good plan,” he agrees.
and so you stay. and you pretend for one night that you’re not dying in 9 days.
and it’s worth the stay.
