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Milk sat in Love’s luxurious CEO chair, running her fingers over the smooth leather armrests as the faint hum of the city outside filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The glow of the skyline cast long shadows across the minimalist office, giving the space a warm yet professional ambiance.
She adjusted her white polo, tucked into tailored pants, and glanced at the sleek camera set up in front of her. On the side, Love’s laptop displayed a growing stream of notifications as subscribers joined her farewell live session.
Milk’s heart felt heavier than she had expected. Her modeling career had taken off faster than she could’ve dreamed. From local magazine shoots to runway shows, and now, an offer to become the brand ambassador for a luxury brand’s global campaign. It was everything she had worked for. She was proud of her accomplishments and even more grateful for the support system that kept her going.
Love had been her rock through it all. Their relationship, surprisingly, had been smooth sailing—a steady rhythm of mutual respect, love, and laughter. When Milk told Love about the four-month campaign in the U.S., Love had supported her wholeheartedly. Love even promised to join her in a month, once she wrapped up business commitments at the company.
Things were good—better than good. That’s why when Milk brought up the idea of shutting down her subscription channel, @outinthemilkyway, Love had joked about creating “one last piece of content.” Milk thought it was just a playful comment, but here she was now, seated in the center of Love’s office, ready to say goodbye to the community that had helped her build this life.
The camera’s red recording light blinked steadily, and Milk took a deep breath. “Hey, everyone,” she began, her voice soft but steady. Her genuine smile lit up her face as she leaned closer to the lens. “It’s been a long journey, hasn’t it? I just wanted to thank all of you for supporting me, for being part of this little corner of the internet we created together. But…it’s time for me to say goodbye.”
The chat erupted almost instantly. Messages flew in: pleas to stay, heart emojis, and bittersweet goodbyes. Milk’s eyes scanned the comments, her smile faltering slightly as the weight of the moment hit her.
She continued, “I’ve loved sharing bits and pieces of my life with you, but it’s time for me to focus on the next chapter. My career is taking me places I never thought I’d go, and…” She hesitated, laughing softly to mask her emotions. “And it’s time for me to let go of this space and move forward. Thank you for everything.”
Someone in the chat brought up the mysterious VVIP subscriber, @loverrukk. Milk let out a soft laugh and tilted her head playfully. “Ah, user @loverrukk? Unfortunately, you’ll all need to unsubscribe because this channel has been officially bought out by them.” She chuckled again, clearly amused by her own joke.
The comment section exploded in chaos.
“@loverrukk is a legend!”
“Did @loverrukk put a ring on it yet?”
“This is the best farewell live ever!”
Milk shook her head, laughing softly at the absurdity. She was about to wrap up her speech when she felt a firm hand grip the collar of her shirt. Milk blinked up at Love, who was now looming over her with a smirk that promised trouble.
“The camera is still rolling…” Milk warned in a hushed voice, her heart beating faster.
Love didn’t respond. Instead, she tugged gently, urging Milk to stand. Milk hesitated but complied, her taller frame unfolding gracefully as she stood in front of the camera. Love stepped into the frame, her figure partially blocking the view, but the power dynamic was unmistakable. The chat exploded again.
“Wait, is that user @loverrukk??”
“What’s happening???”
“Too bad we can’t see their faces 😭.”
Milk swallowed hard as Love’s hands slid up her sides, her movements slow and deliberate. She began unbuttoning Milk’s white polo one button at a time, exposing the toned lines of her abs and the simple black sports bra beneath. Milk’s breath hitched, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening.
“Love…” Milk murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
Love tilted her head, her lips brushing against Milk’s ear as she whispered, “Relax, baby.”
The chat erupted with a mix of fire emojis and exclamation points.
“OMG, user @loverrukk what is your workout routine?! Those hands and those arms🔥🔥🔥”
“THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THO 😍.”
“Oh god, are they really doing this to us right now???”
“STOP TEASING US!!!”
Milk’s breath hitched as Love’s hands grazed her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Love’s smirk deepened as she trailed her fingers down Milk’s neck, past her collarbone, and over her stomach. She paused there, her palm resting against the firm curve of Milk’s abs. The possessiveness in her touch sent a shiver through Milk.
“Love…” Milk whispered, she wasn’t sure if it was a plea for her to stop or to continue.
Love whispered back, “Just giving them a little show.”
Her fingers lingered at the waistband of Milk’s pants before slipping just slightly inside, her palm resting against Milk’s core as if claiming her. Milk’s body tensed, her mind racing, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Love immediately retrieves her hand as if teasing Milk and the audience.
“Did she just touch here there?!!?”
“OH GOD, IT’S HAPPENING, THEY’RE REALLY LIVESTREAMING THIS!!”
“User @gorya112 approves, she even sent a Milky Way sticker WTF.”
Then, in one swift motion, Love grabbed Milk’s belt with both hands, pulling her closer with a rough tug. She knelt in front of Milk, her hands hovering over the buckle, teasing both Milk and the audience. Milk’s pulse quickened, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.
Milk’s breath caught. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound composed.
Love glanced up at her, her grin wicked. “Ending this properly,” she said, her voice low and full of mischief.
The chat was a frenzy of exclamation points, fire emojis, and uncontainable excitement.
But just as Love’s fingers brushed the buckle, she stopped. Slowly, she stood, turning towards the camera. With her face still hidden, she leaned in close to the lens and whispered, “I’m sorry, everyone, but you’ve officially unsubscribed.”
And with that, she reached out and ended the live stream, leaving the chat to erupt into chaos one last time.
Milk stood there, stunned and speechless, her heart racing as Love turned back to her with a slick grin. “What the hell was that?” Milk finally managed to ask, her voice breathless.
Love stepped closer, her smirk softening into something almost tender as she cupped Milk’s face in her hands. “A little reminder for everyone—and for you—that you’re mine,” she murmured before pressing a kiss to Milk’s forehead.
Milk’s heart pounded as she leaned into Love’s touch, the heat of the moment giving way to something deeper. Whatever came next, Milk knew one thing for sure—she wasn’t letting go.
There was a dark aura surrounding Milk, the teasing she endured earlier still lingering in her mind. Love, oblivious to the shift in Milk’s demeanor, casually kissed her and suggested, “Dress up. Let’s go meet the others at the restaurant.”
In one swift motion, she grabbed Love by the wrist and turned her around, pinning her in place.
“You can’t just walk away like that,” Milk said, her tone laced with authority and her eyes burning with an intensity that Love hadn’t seen before.
“Uh… Milk?” Love stammered, sensing the tension in the air.
“Kneel,” Milk commanded firmly.
“I was joking, Milk. We need to go,” Love tried to deflect, her voice losing its usual confidence.
“On the floor. Now.” Milk’s voice left no room for negotiation.
Something about the commanding tone sent a spark through Love. Her hesitation was fleeting as her knees bent, and she obeyed without a second thought, lowering herself to the ground. Milk stood over her, towering with an air of dominance, the desk behind Love leaving her nowhere to retreat.
“Good girl,” Milk said, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Now, what were you planning to do earlier?”
Love smirked up at her, feigning innocence. “What do you mean? We’re supposed to eat out with our friends, aren’t we?” she replied, her voice playful and teasing.
Milk’s smile only grew, dark and deliberate. “No, princess. You’re going to finish what you started. You’re going to eat.” Her voice dropped into a sultry whisper, sending shivers down Love’s spine.
Milk’s hands moved with purpose, unbuckling her belt roughly, the metallic clink echoing through the room. Love’s gaze remained locked on her, hunger flickering in her eyes as Milk’s pants slid down to the floor. All that remained was a pair of black, lacy underwear, and even that seemed too much between them.
“Pull it down with your mouth,” Milk commanded, her voice steady and unwavering.
Love’s smirk returned as she leaned in, gripping the fabric with her teeth. Slowly and deliberately, she tugged it down, her eyes never leaving Milk’s. The delicate lace fell to the ground, leaving Milk bare and breathtaking before her.
“Wipe that smirk off your face,” Milk said, her tone sharp.
Love’s grin widened defiantly. “Make me.”
Milk didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, she pressed her core against Love’s face, her hand tangling in Love’s hair and holding her firmly in place.
Love gasped softly, her eyes widening at the boldness of Milk’s move. But the shock quickly faded, replaced by a growing hunger as her tongue darted out, meeting the slick warmth that was pressed so firmly against her lips.
The scent of Milk, intoxicating and raw, fueled her desire, and without hesitation, she opened her mouth wider, welcoming her completely.
Milk threw her head back, her fingers trembling as they found purchase in Love’s hair. A shaky moan escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained. “Oh god…” she gasped, her voice dripping with both pleasure and dominance. “You’re so hot like this… like you’re begging for it.” Her words were laced with a sultry edge, each syllable trembling with the sheer intensity of the moment.
Love responded with determination, licking and sucking with a steady rhythm that matched Milk’s movements. Every shift of her tongue was met with a breathless moan, every flick sending shivers coursing through Milk’s body. The heat between them was almost unbearable now, beads of sweat forming along Milk’s brow and Love’s cheeks as they moved together in perfect sync.
Milk’s breaths grew erratic, her chest rising and falling with the effort to keep herself steady. She leaned forward, her free hand gripping the edge of the desk for support, her knuckles blanching under the pressure. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding harder against Love’s mouth, seeking more of that electrifying contact.
“Fuck…” she whispered, her voice shaky and desperate as Love’s tongue zeroed in on her sensitive clit. The sensation was overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing over her, drawing loud, uninhibited moans from her lips.
“God, I’m so close,” Milk panted, her voice trembling as she lost herself completely in the moment. The desk beneath her groaned slightly under the weight of her movements, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the building heat inside her, the release that was just within reach. She ground down harder, her body tense and trembling, her fingers tangling tighter into Love’s hair.
She didn’t care if Love could still breathe; she trusted her completely, knowing she would take everything Milk had to give.
Love, for her part, took it all in stride. She reveled in the taste, the warmth, the sheer intimacy of the moment. The wetness that coated her lips and chin was a mark of Milk’s surrender, and she relished it, letting it drive her movements with even more fervor. She matched Milk’s pace, her resolve unwavering as she let herself drown in the overwhelming passion of it all.
Milk’s body began to tremble uncontrollably as the tension inside her reached its breaking point. “I’m coming—fuck!” she cried out, her voice breaking as the wave of release hit her like a storm. Her entire body shook, her hips bucking as warmth gushed against Love’s lips. The rush of it was overwhelming, spilling over Love’s tongue and face, and she took it all, savoring every drop as if it were meant for her and her alone.
She swallowed all of it; like a good girl.
Milk’s grip on the desk tightened for a moment before she finally collapsed forward slightly, her strength giving way. Her breathing was ragged, her body still trembling as the aftershocks of her climax coursed through her. Love, her face glistening and flushed, looked up at her with a satisfied smirk, her tongue darting out to catch the remnants of Milk’s pleasure
Milk’s gaze softened as she looked down at Love, her fingers untangling from her hair to gently cup her cheek. Her thumb brushed tenderly across Love’s flushed skin, a small smile curling her lips.
“You’re amazing,” she murmured, her voice warm and affectionate now, a stark contrast to the dominant edge she had wielded moments before.
Love, her own breath still heavy, met her gaze with a mischievous grin. “You taste good,” she replied, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Milk’s smile widened at the comment, and she let out a soft laugh, her thumb brushing over Love’s bottom lip. The atmosphere between them shifted, the charged passion now mingling with a quiet intimacy. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the only sounds in the room their slowing breaths and the faint rustle of clothing still pooled on the floor.
…………….
Milk and Love arrived at the restaurant, slightly flushed and hurried, the remnants of their private moment still lingering between them. As they entered, the group of friends, already seated at the table, turned their attention to them.
“You’re late,” June said, raising an eyebrow, her tone teasing as she leaned back in her chair.
Milk and Love exchanged a quick glance, their lips twitching as they struggled to suppress their laughter. Finally, they both let out a small chuckle, unable to keep their composure.
“What happened?” View asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion as she studied the two women.
Before either could respond, Film chimed in, her tone playful. “I know…” she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Milk’s cheeks turned a deep crimson as Love looked at Film, her brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Love asked.
Film smirked knowingly and took a deliberate sip of her drink before replying. “Congrats on closing Milk’s subscription page, Milk and Love. I enjoyed that last live session.”
Milk’s eyes widened, and Love’s mouth fell open as she whipped her head toward Milk, her expression a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “She was your subscriber?” Love asked, her voice animated as she gestured toward Film.
Milk looked away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Meanwhile, Namtan, who had been quietly listening, suddenly perked up. “Wait, what’s going on?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Film immediately reassured her, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s been a long time, babe. I didn’t even pay attention much to her content… until earlier,” she said, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. “That live was… something. I was surprised, Love.”
June, ever the curious one, clapped her hands together like an excited child. “Tell me what happened! I want to be in on it too!”
Film laughed at June’s enthusiasm, but before she could respond, View interjected, steering the conversation away. “Alright, alright, let’s not make a big deal out of it. And June, stop acting like a kid,” she teased, patting June’s shoulder.
The group burst Into laughter, and the tension around the table lightened. Milk and Love exchanged relieved glances, grateful for the distraction. Soon after, the food arrived, saving them from further interrogation.
As everyone dug into their meals, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. The friends shared updates about their lives, celebrating each other’s successes and milestones.
“Congratulations on becoming a brand ambassador, Milk,” June said, raising her glass in a toast. The others followed suit, their glasses clinking together in a celebratory cheer.
“Thanks, everyone,” Milk replied, her voice warm with gratitude. “It’s been a dream come true.”
Film chimed in next, her excitement evident. “I also have news! I just got a role in a new series, and I’m so excited about it.”
“That’s amazing!” Love said, genuinely happy for her. “What’s the role?”
Film grinned. “I can’t say much yet, but let’s just say it’s a character with a lot of layers. I think you’ll love it.”
Namtan joined in, sharing her plans. “View and I are opening a bar together,” she announced proudly. “It’s something we’ve been planning for a while, and it’s finally happening.”
“That’s incredible!” Milk said, smiling at her friends. “You two are going to make an amazing team.”
June, not to be left out, shared her own achievement. “I’m publishing my second book,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement.
“What’s it about?” Love asked, intrigued.
June leaned forward, her expression animated as she explained. “It’s about high schoolers. The focus is on a cute but weird couple—one who thinks she’s an alien because she felt alienated at school, and one who’s the stark opposite: very popular and adored.”
“That’s an interesting premise,” View said, her brow furrowing slightly. “How would they even meet?”
“Fate,” June replied with a shrug and a playful smile. “Luna and Aylin… the moon and the alien. Both solitary in their own way. They were bound to cross paths eventually.”
The group nodded In agreement, captivated by the idea. View, however, couldn’t resist probing further. “But what happens when the Moon meets the Sun instead, or when the Alien meets a human who helps her out of her ‘alienation’?” she asked, her tone thoughtful.
June laughed softly, reaching out to squish View’s cheeks affectionately. “They still love each other,” she said. “But perhaps, differently by then. Their love was real, the connection was real, and the memories will stay with them. They’re bound to end up wherever fate leads them, but one thing is for sure: at one point, the Alien loved the Moon, and the Moon loved her back. That one collision in this impermanent lifetime is enough.”
Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, and to everyone’s surprise, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Film asked, concerned.
June wiped the tear away, shaking her head. “I don’t know… It’s just the story,” she admitted with a small laugh.
Milk, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. “Please tell me you gave them a happy ending in the first book, at least.”
“I did,” June assured her, a small smile playing on her lips.
“I hope Luna is happy, wherever she ended up,” View said softly, her voice tinged with emotion.
June reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure Luna is happy as long as Aylin is happy too,” she said.
Namtan suddenly let out a loud cry, drawing everyone’s attention. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” she said, wiping at her eyes. “I’m such a sucker for sappy stories.”
The table erupted Into laughter, the mood lightening once more. Love glanced at Milk, her thoughts lingering on June’s words.
As the conversation continued around them, Love found herself lost in thought. One collision wasn’t enough, she realized. For her, Milk was more than just a fleeting moment in her life. She would choose to collide with her every single day, no matter how many times they drifted apart.
She believed in their love, in their ability to defy fate.
Milk, noticing Love’s distant gaze, looked at her curiously. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
Love shook her head, smiling back. “Nothing,” she replied softly. But in her heart, she knew: this was it. Their love story. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they could face them together. As long as they chose each other every day, not even fate could tear them apart.
Milk’s smile widened as if sensing Love’s unspoken thoughts. They shared a quiet moment, their connection palpable. This was their story, and they would write it together, one chapter at a time.
…...........…..end………..................
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