"How come you never let me pamper you?"
Mostima rose a brow at the red-haired sniper as she paused, a cardboard box in her hands. The tip of her thin tail flicked to the right, then the left.
Exusiai wants to give her gf affection but Mostima makes it way too hard for her lmao
Another requested fic from a pal! (Thanks for this, Callum.)
I've been meaning to write something for Arknights ever since I got dragged into the fandom. I think this was pretty good, honestly.
Y'all give kudos to Callum because he's the one who kept me on track while writing this so it only took me three days to write it.
Give him KUDOS
Anyway enjoy these lesbeans
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Exusiai let out a breathy moan as she gripped the bedsheets, her back arching off of the mattress as Mostima ran her tongue over the angel’s slit.
The caster chuckled softly, her tail swishing behind her slowly. She gently rubbed the angel’s clit with her index and middle finger, earning moans from the red-haired sniper that were gradually getting louder and louder by the second.
Leaning her head down, Mostima plunged her tongue inside Exusiai, swirling it around and around.
Exusiai screamed Mostima’s name.
By "pep talk" Mostima means Lappland threw hands at her and she couldn't catch them lmao
Thanks for reading! Comments and kudos are appreciated <3