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for the love of the stars
grace x fem!reader
he’s tired of everything, and decides to treat himself
warnings: nsfw content, dubious consent, perv grace, panty sniffing, under the influence, unprotected sex, groping, breast fixation, cunnilingus, p in v
word count: 2.3k
His state of mind hadn't been the best for the last two months.
He missed his classroom that was so full of joy, always vibrant. Unlike inside the Hail Mary. It was so sterile and organized to the point where it made him miss his small apartment that was usually a bit untidy with a few science pun shirts here and there, along with the small pile of dishes he always procrastinated on until Sunday evening. Grace hated to admit it, but he also missed his rivalry with the overprotective mothers who always complained about his dynamic teaching style… he just missed the human interaction.
Grace was ready to head back to sleep, but he took a moment to linger in the lab, staring right at the whiteboard he'd filled up with equations that looked beyond insane, accompanied with doodles of dinosaurs that were colorful for some apparent reason.
“Is this really what my life has come to now?” He thought to himself, his head in his hands and his glasses on the table.
The thoughts of a warm all-American breakfast at his favorite diner made his mouth water and his mind yearn for the homely comfort he's been so starved of now. Sure, Grace has always been fascinated with space, but he didn't think his life was going to go down like this.
“I'm losing my mind…”
You've always been with him on this journey, but he just saw you as a figure of authority. You're younger, but he sees you as a more clever person. This status he's given you is purely because you're the pilot, and you've tried so hard to show him how sweet and caring of a person you are. A good friend, maybe even better than just a simple friend.
Sometimes things got so awkward to the extent that he would stare at you for so long but refuse to make any verbal contact. His cheeks always turned a bright shade of rose with a slight hopeful glimmer in his sweet blue eyes that couldn't compare to those of a puppy. You're not stupid; you can tell that he's madly in love with you but will refuse to acknowledge it.
At this point in the journey, he's made great discoveries, but no doubt his mind was down in the dumps, and he needed a release, an escape.
Scrambling away in a messy manner, as usual, he rushed to look around the food supplies.
Ramen, cookies, ice cream? Yummy.
Two whole bags of vodka.
For a second there he hesitated because his drinking game wasn't weak, but it has been very long since he's had something so strong. He couldn't handle any more tears in his eyes or sweet thoughts about how good his life was back at home, even though he was usually lonely.
Sneakily hiding in the corner of his lab, he pulled off the cap from the bag and started sucking the liquor from the straw. So stingy. He just wanted to lose himself for a moment, sip after sip.
He'd gotten in a good amount of alcohol to get him out of his gloomy mindset, and now he was all in to blabble to himself in the reflection of the test tubes and laugh at incoherent jokes.
The eroticism of how your body moves based on your hips when the engines are off makes him think about you in all the nasty positions he didn't even know existed.
All his mind could wonder on was that one time while you were gracefully floating across the Hail Mary, your shirt had a few buttons down due to your distress seeing all these warnings in the control center screens… you didn't have time to tidy up after changing. All he could see was your beautiful pink-laced bra holding up your breasts; he always caught himself drooling at it like a hungry stray dog.
The curves of your body were so gorgeously sculpted to his gaze, and so was your face; he could never get enough of it.
He needs you.
Grace brought himself to do something he thought was so nasty and deranged, but he needed fuel for the uncomfortable, rock-hard bulge in his loose sweatpants. He scavenged through your luggage, ignoring the pictures of who you used to be and all your dear belongings, until he found his jackpot. All your underwear was packed so neatly, freshly clean. His unhinged mind wouldn't stand for clean panties that are just as sterile as this whole ship that's been driving him insane; he needs a sweaty pair that's been squishing your soft ass and hugging your plump pussy all day long.
He cupped his restrained bulge, letting out a groan that almost sounded like he was in unbearable pain. All he felt was pure disappointment because all he wants is to smell your tangy musk; he wants to feel closer to that clit he's been yearning for so long now.
Beside your luggage was a small white basket, the sleeve of a navy-blue shirt draping on the sides. Bingo. In there were all your used clothes and underwear. He clumsily knocked over the basket and tried to fix it back to where it was so you wouldn't get suspicious of him, and on his lap landed a pair of very short shorts made of soft cotton, and he made it out to be part of some pajama set. He wasn't looking for lousy shorts; he threw them back into the basket, and under the shorts was a grey panty with small white polka dots. Cute.
With no hesitation he brought them to his face and searched for the spot where your smell was the most concentrated. His erection was now beyond painful, and he scooched to the darkest corner of the room, pulling his pants down enough to let his large penis finally spring out. A low gasp escaped his lips, and his feet were curling up just from only thinking about seeing you fully naked.
Using his precum as lube, he started to fist his penis up and down aggressively while sniffing and licking your panties; he considered it the greatest treasure he now has.
On the other hand, you'd just awoken from your nap in your improvised sleeping bag. At this point you felt there was no reason to worry about your looks in this situation, so your worry went straight to where Grace was hiding this time. He's spontaneous and energetic; you never really know what he's up to at any time.
“Grace?” You spoke out with a soft voice, searching with your hearing for any stuff clanking or silly singing.
He usually answered in one go like a trained puppy, so this was strange to you. Your instincts told you to head out and search in the lab, but all you saw in there was his organized mess without the man himself. Was he in your favorite place? Not there either.
Your heart began to accelerate as your worry grew stronger, and your mind wondered what trouble he'd gotten himself into now. Searching in what used to be the area for the coma-inducing beds, you noticed a long pair of legs sticking out from a dim corner. There he was!
“Grace!” Happiness immediately arose across your face as your worries died down. You approached him softly, your cat-pattern socks stepping over the soft padded ground.
His eyes were closed as he lost himself in his filthy imagination, thinking about things he didn't even know he liked.
Your smile faded when you could now make an image of his large, muscular frame. He wasn't just contemplating life in a corner; his pants were below his hips, exposing his large uncut cock that was coated in his slimy goods. On his lower shaft were his wildly untamed pubes, and on his stomach you could picture his light happy trail.
He seemed like he was already nearing release with his low whimpers and silent pleas for you to fuck him, along with that face with needy eyebrows and his nose only breathing towards your panties.
“Grace.” Your tone was firm, but still with an underlying source of equal neediness.
His gaze widened in surprise as he quickly pulled up his pants and hid your undergarments in his pocket hurriedly, then stood up to tower over you and give you weak eye contact.
“I c-can… explain.” He slurred out. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“I don't even know what to say.” You crossed your arms and sighed. “Go clean up your mess in the lab.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He walked away with his head down in shame.
…
You decided to finally check in with him at the lab, not forgetting what he'd done.
Of course his drunkenness only made him more stubborn; of course he wasn't going to follow your orders. Instead of finding him doing something productive, you caught him sitting down with his shirt and glasses off, which were nowhere to be seen. He seemed agitated with his face all flustered and was once again gripping onto your panties and sniffing them like a sweet treat.
“What is it that you want from me?” You stood close to him, maybe too close. His eyes lingered all around your body while still shamelessly cupping his erection.
He could only giggle until you snatched your panties out of his large hands; now he was somewhat in his senses.
“You.” He smiled foolishly.
With a swish movement, he placed you on the table, clearing all the papers and things he had there. He now stood between your legs, trying to make his breathing steady.
His hands rested on your waist now, and yours were on his face. His kind eyes looked at you with such warm, genuine affection that quickly melted your heart. You noticed his tired under eyes; all his soft hair was starting to grow a little, and so was his beard. This unkempt look on him made you a little bit worried as you caressed his cheek with your thumb slowly; he tilted his head to fully feel the embrace of your delicate hands. He was finally feeling the love.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Grace?” You asked him with a caring tone.
Despite all your softness, the alcohol in his system was keeping his libido through the roof, and that only made him act aggressive.
He decided to take your shirt off roughly, finally letting him see those breasts he's been waiting to fully see ever since he met you. “Fuuuuuck…” Is all he whispered before groping them roughly, his eyes concentrated on the kneadable softness he loves. With his left hand he unclasped your bra, letting your boobs fall gracefully, and that truly awakened something in him. His mouth latched onto your engorged right nipple, and he started working his tongue around it carefully while savoring the taste of your sweet skin and feeling the texture. And with the other one, he toyed with it gently, fully feeling every detail.
“Slow d-down…” You moaned. It felt good, too good to be true.
He pulled away, kissing you like an animal, forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you both battle for dominance. As his hands traveled down to your pants, he began to slowly pull them down, exposing your creamy cunt for exhibition for his starving eyes.
…
He'd been on his knees for what seemed an eternity for now, eating you up like some sort of precious meat. You had already came on his face twice, and he refused to let you go. You wouldn't have expected his horny side to be so difficult to please.
You felt his tongue give you one last lick before standing on his feet as you watched him struggle to take out his dick.
“Wait…” You stared at him. “What i-if… I get pregnant?” You stammered.
“Don't worry, my lady.” He smiled smugly and got ready to place himself, aiming for your needy hole.
He went in deep, and didn't hesitate to start thrusting fast. His moans were loud and unhinged, and the sound of your genitals colliding together was disturbing the silence of the room, accompanied by your useless pleas telling him to slow down. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and this closeness only turned the both of you on even more, and you were grinding your hips imprudently, trying to grasp more of Grace's ungodly girth.
You both needed to have this closeness after all the tension roaming around in the ship; after all, it's better to die along with your lover than alone.
“Baby…” You gasped.
He liked that. He loves pet names.
“Relax.” He eventually shut your loud mouth with another steamy kiss that blows your breath away harder than any other wonder.
His thrusts began to feel more powerful and less delicate, making you toss your head back hopelessly, and you arched yourself closer to his toned body.
Your body had already released its sweet nectar all over his almighty erection, but he refused to stop, and this made you feel better than when you used your fingers while he slept. Each one of your limbs had already given out, but of course he wouldn't let you go; he held you by your hips tight enough to bruise them.
Grace began to groan like a hurt animal and slowed his thrusts but kept them deep. He hugged you tightly, pressing your breasts against his chest, and after that you felt a burst of unstoppable warm liquids fill up your womb up to the brim, feeling like you were about to explode in pleasure. He wouldn't pull out, making sure your cunt swallowed every single last drop of his semen.
A gentle kiss was placed over your parted lips as you tried to gain strength.
“You're so beautiful like this.” He smiled.
