#fallout cross

Face-Sitting with Cross x g/n! Lone

Lordy this was so fun to write. Cross is just such a delight, I wish she got more recognition all around 😔 Like, before I starting writing for Fallout, I didn't even know she existed! It's crazy, but I love her now <3

I hope y'all love it! 😁

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Included: Face-Sitting, cunnilingus, oral sex, making out, petting, uncertainty turning into consent.

1.8k words.

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Despite her best efforts, a wanton moan slipped from the Star Paladin’s mouth as Lone ground their hips into hers. They were intoxicating, everything about them screamed want, from their soft lips, the sweet taste of them, like honey and cola, the feel of them, the heated touch of their hands over her thin top, the invigorating rub of their pants against hers in all the right places. 

It felt bad to feel this good. 

It felt like it shouldn’t be allowed. It was too decadent, too addicting to be permitted in her vicinity. Cross had always prided herself on her ability to exercise control, to remain calm in the most pressing situations, to be cool and collected in the midst of utter chaos, but Lone unfurled any feelings of control or withholding that she could muster. 

They were a damn danger to her, that’s what they were. 

Now was no exception. The way they rubbed against her, pulling sounds she didn’t think she was capable of making, inspiring feelings she’d never had the liberty to explore. She felt like a goddamn initiate again. They made her everything she’s not, they made her giddy with joy, hot with need, mindless with desire, and they were both still clothed. 

She groaned again as their fingernails dragged through her short hair, the sound growing louder as they pulled away and she unwittingly voiced her frustration at the loss. 

“I need you.” Lone whispered, and a jolt ran up Cross’s spine. She nodded, her hands going to the hem of Lone’s shirt, her mind made up as to where exactly this was going, but Lone’s grip on her hands stopped her. She looked up with raised brows. 

“I want to try something different, something I think you’ll like.” They bit their lip, their expression earnest as they hesitated. 

“What is it?” She asked gently, a little caught off guard by their meekness. Usually it was Lone that was more forward in the bedroom. 

They smiled strangely. It was almost… devious. Cross’s eyes narrowed. 

“I want you… to sit on my face.” 

Cross opened her mouth, but no words left her. 

They… what?

“Lone… I– Well, I’m not sure exactly what you mean by… I mean–”

“Shh.” Lone held a finger to her lips. Cross could tell they were trying not to laugh at the way she suddenly became so flustered. “How about I just show you?” 

Cross swallowed hard, but nodded nonetheless. 

She felt safe with Lone, she trusted her partner’s judgment wholeheartedly, and if they thought she would like this, well, who was she to say they’re wrong? 

Lone smiled at her broadly as they climbed off her lap, moving next to kneel between the Paladin’s legs. 

“First thing’s first.” Their hands moved swiftly, her partner’s excitement palpable as they popped the button on her cargo pants, and pulled down on the zip. “Gotta get these off ya.” 

Lone winked, and Cross felt herself flush. 

Damn vault-dweller. 

She lifted her hips for them as they pulled the fabric down her legs, underwear and all, and let it settle on the floor. They looked up at her, eyes half-lidded and pupils wide and dark, and their tongue drew over their bottom lip. Cross’s breath caught in her throat, and she nearly coughed. 

That wouldn’t be particularly sultry, would it? 

“Alright, onto the next bit.” Lone stood and circled around the bed, climbing onto the mattress and shifting into a lying position with their head nestled upon one of their pillows. Cross cocked a brow at them. 

What now?

“Okay, I’m set.” They told her, “Now, climb aboard, soldier.” One hand gestured to their face, and Cross merely blinked at them. 

“Y-you can’t mean–” 

“Oh-ho, yes I can.” They propped themselves up on their elbows to look at her. “What part of ‘sit on my face’ didn’t click for you?” They were grinning like an idiot, drunk off the glee of embarrassing her this way. 

“Well, I just… Won’t you suffocate? This just doesn’t seem safe.” 

Lone burst out laughing at that, the cacophony shaking the mattress below them as one hand clutched at their chest. 

“No, love, I’m not gonna suffocate.” They finally managed, “But if I’m having trouble, I’ll tap your thigh, and you can pull off me for a moment, okay? Nothing safer than that.” 

“I disagree. I can think of several acts that are safer than having me–” 

“I promise, Cross, it’ll be fine. I swear. If you don’t like it, or I end up… not breathing, or something, we can stop, okay? How does that sound?”  

The Paladin looked away, thoughts of what could go wrong circling in her head until she forcibly silenced them. 

They want this, and I told them I would at least try. 

“Very well. Let’s… do this.” Cross rose to her knees as Lone fell back on the pillow, their broad grin persisting as she shifted closer to them on the mattress. 

If nothing else, the way they craved her, the way they were patient, the way they wanted to please her… Cross was so unused to such treatment, it almost made her feel selfish to have Lone in her life. 

It felt strange… to say the least, as Cross straddled her partner’s head, her knees on either side of the pillow as she lowered her hips down. Lone had gone down on her before, and that too had been something foreign to her, something they’d had to talk her into, talk her through, but she had undoubtedly enjoyed it. 

This might be a similar experience. 

She hovered over her partner’s face, refusing to drop her weight down until Lone’s hands gripped at her hips and pulled. Every muscle in her abdomen flexed as she felt Lone’s hot mouth against her folds, and she nearly panicked, nearly pulled up again as she worried about crushing Lone’s nose, or smothering them below her, but her partner merely groaned. Their hands tightened their grip on her hips, and she shuddered as their tongue darted out and swept along her slit. Cross’s breath caught in her throat, one hand gripping to Lone’s while the other went to the top of their head, threading through the hair there as she closed her eyes to deepen the sensation of their mouth against her. 

Lone quickly set a rhythm below her, licking over and between her folds in long, luxurious strokes before driving their nose forward to grind against her sensitive clit, each time they did it causing an involuntary buck of the Paladin’s hips as she tried to prolong the contact. 

Quickly, she felt herself growing wetter, craving more. Unsurprisingly, Lone had been correct in their assumption that she would enjoy this action. Now that she was out of her own head, it became easy to lose herself in the pleasure, in the closeness, in the trust her partner was placing on her. 

It was easy to lose herself in the pleasure as well, as the tip of Lone’s tongue teased at her welcoming entrance, dragging along the sensitive skin below before delving within to lap at the wetness that was leaving her. 

It all felt so… erotic. The slick noises and breathy moans coming from her, the groans of pleasure from Lone, their desperate, grasping hands, the way they ground their nose into her, their heavy breaths as they pulled away, before pushing forward in earnest, devouring her pleasure like she was the only ration they were allowed. The thought of anyone stumbling in to see this made her blush. There were few times in her life where she felt so alive as this. 

Cross’s hips moved more liberally as she felt her need begin to grow, the pressure of Lone’s tongue, and the drag of the wet muscle over her was pleasurable, but not enough to drive her to her release. Lone seemed to sense it themself, and Cross stilled herself for a moment as she felt their hand move over her thigh, but her worries were dashed from her as their fingers delved between her legs, quickly finding her clit and rubbing over it in tight circles, even as their tongue continued to fill her. 

She’d need to commend them later on their ability to multitask. For now though, she resumed the rocking of her hips, slow and gradual, but enough to push Lone’s tongue deeper into her with each pulse forward. 

With the increasing pressure on her clit, and the rhythm of Lone’s incessant lapping at her slick, Cross felt that knot within her stomach tighten, her thighs clenching around her partner’s head as she tried to hold back from completely thrusting into the feel of their fingers. 

I said I wouldn’t suffocate them. I meant it. 

“Mmhm.” Lone murmured something below, and Cross’s eyes snapped open. She lifted her hips, her heart racing as she rose up and allowed them to speak, and to breathe, if they needed it. 

“Are you alright?” She asked, breathless herself from her building pleasure. 

“Let go, baby. Ride me, grind into me, I can take it.” They thrust their head forward, placing a swift kiss on her thigh, “I want you to feel good. Don’t be afraid. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.” 

“Okay.” Cross nodded, throat dry as the word left her. 

How did I end up with someone as good as Lone? 

Her partner’s hands went back to her hips, urging her down again, and the pair resumed their ministrations, quickly picking up where they left off, and Cross felt the burn in her belly roar to life. 

Damn, they’re good. 

Her eyes closed again, her mouth hanging open as she did as they asked, as she let go. She tried to ride them uninhibited, to grind against their face with a new vigor and let them know that she trusted their word, but with every deep thrust, every hard rub of Lone’s fingers, she felt herself winding tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped. 

Cross threw her head back, nails biting at Lone’s scalp as she rode out her release over their face, her thighs shaking with each new lap of their tongue over her sensitive sex. Lone drank her up, a groan leaving their throat unwittingly as they tasted their partner in the most intimate way, and soon, despite Lone’s unyielding touch, Cross felt her release taper off until she was left with nothing but groggy satisfaction. 

Lone’s hands released her thighs, and she clambered off of them, settling down by their side as the pair panted for breath. 

“So,” Lone managed as they sat up beside her, “Did you enjoy it?” 

Cross chuckled briefly, causing the mattress to shake as her numb body melted into it. 

“Oh yes. Most definitely.” 

Lone shifted to face her, the area around their mouth still glistening with sweat and her juices. Cross’s face heated at the sight.