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never in milk pansa’s 28 years of existence on planet earth would she ever imagine her next job would be with love pattranite limpatiyakorn.
she’s read several news articles about the limpatiyakorn family, they either sung their praises or questioned the business practices that happen within the walls of their companies’ offices.
—to be put bluntly, her family was under the eyes of the media every second of the day.
that was nothing new, milk was hired by multiple celebrities for protection services. her face would often be seen in photos alongside said celebrities, or blurred out for the sake of focusing on the famous person.
for a family like the limpatiyakorns, milk was under the assumption they had a security team to follow each family member on a daily basis. so it came as a shock for milk when she opened her email the next day, especially when she read the sender’s address.
there wasn’t a single time in front of the cameras where milk wasn’t seen protecting the person she was hired for. milk was good at her job, and explained why she would be hired so often by rich celebrity families seeking service.
love has gone through at least five bodyguards in the span of four months.
don’t get love wrong, she wasn’t a bratty, spoiled, nepo baby like how all of the tabloids would portray her as. she simply didn’t enjoy the presence of anybody else besides herself.
love was vocal about this to every newly hired bodyguard that walked through the door— but they all disregarded her, which ended up being the same reason they all put in their resignation letters later on.
so when milk strode through the doors of the limpatiyakorn mansion with her long, midnight black hair flowing down, her poised posture and broad shoulders, love.. didn’t pay much attention to her; she was busy tapping away at her phone. interest? love didn’t know what that was.
“love, put your phone down, please.” her father ordered.
love clicked her phone off, setting it down to her side. she took one look at the woman who stood a few feet away from her. she was pretty, no doubt, but love gave it a month before she’d eventually quit. “this is milk, she’ll protecting you from now on.”
love grumbled, her mother said the same thing everytime. “you say ‘protect’ like i’m a child, i’m not a child anymore.” she was a grown woman, she was capable of taking care of herself. however, that was not enough to keep her parents at ease.
“you’ve seen the news, and we can’t trust that you can attend public events safely.” as much as love wanted to say no, they were right, she was better safe than sorry.
“it’s a pleasure to work with you, miss pattranite.” milk extended her hand out for love to shake. “just call me love, no need for any formalities.” her eyes darted to the hand, only for her eyes to drift off somewhere else. the taller woman nodded as she took down a mental note, no formalities and no hand-shakes.
“there's one more thing,” her mother echoed from the couch, love halted to a stop. “your father and i will be gone for a few months, there’s business we have to attend to overseas.” again, they’re leaving for some “business” stuff. typical. love nodded her head once.
she was used to it, and she already reassured her parents she could take care of herself. perhaps there was a deeper meaning to their anxiety than love thought.
“i’ll show you around.” milk hurriedly followed love behind, keeping a respectful distance between the two.
the mansion was no less than what milk expected, spacious rooms with white walls and high roof- a house you’d expect somebody like love pattranite to live in.
“-and here’s the guest bedroom, where you’ll be staying. it’s right next to mine incase something happens, which i doubt anything will.” she liked alone time, regardless of whether milk would stay quiet for her or not.
“a few things, don’t enter my room unless i give you permission, if you hear me lie to my parents, don’t snitch on me, and you don’t need to come to my aid every time something happens.” love exhaled, her hands folded across her chest, then she went quiet.
“anything else?” milk already made note of everything she said, and noticed a shift in body posture. “oh- don't come in my room before 9 a.m unless i'm not out by then." an order milk could obey without trouble, she affirmed her understanding with a short ‘okay’.
“bye.. for now.” love swung her bedroom door open, right away, the large queen-sized bed with baby-pink sheer curtains tied to the poles caught milk’s eye. the rest of her furniture had delicate details that only somebody like love would ever pay attention to when it came to the interior of her room.
milk was on her own for a bit while love did whatever she pleased. the older woman decided to spend her time taking a routine check around the entire mansion to soak in the layout another time.
there was just one thing milk could not shake off her mind, no matter how much she tried to distract herself with the exquisite paintings hung on the white walls of the mansion, her thoughts drifted off into something else.
love took milk’s breath away.
her honey-kissed skin, her long caramel-colored hair that covered her shoulders, even the way her pink lips would part to speak, she was too gorgeous that even poets would have difficulty explaining.
milk leaned back against the door frame, shutting her eyes as she envisioned love standing before her. it was unprofessional to see her employer in such a light, it was strictly a work relationship. nothing more, nothing less.
… at least that’s what milk forced herself to believe.
over the next month, milk’s regular routine wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. she became love’s driver, to and from offices to attend meetings on the behalf of love’s parents as they were out of the country. it was annoying for love, because all the staff would do was waste her time by bringing up unnecessary proposals that wouldn’t suffice under her parent’s terms.
every meeting had love nodding off.
love would rather be spending her time shopping, in which milk quickly learned that she could hold about eight shopping bags on each arm. shopping was like an outlet for love, she could buy whatever she wanted, spend however much she wanted, and it was therapeutic.
by now, love figured milk was on the edge, running to her side wherever she went. she seemed more like a servant rather than a bodyguard. was it amusing seeing milk struggle to keep up with love’s pace? maybe. though, she didn’t hear milk utter a single complaint, unlike everybody else who had worked for her, milk’s lips remained sealed. any anger she had was suppressed from years of experience dealing with more snobbish people.
after all, there was that one small factor that kept milk from quitting.
two months had passed and love’s parents had officially left the country to attend their “business” trip. meaning for the three months they were gone, it would only be milk and love, all by themselves.
believe it or not; love attended parties. parties hosted by other famous celebrities and influencers. she didn’t just attend those lavish and extravagant events where people would show up in designer clothes. they were parties that consisted of heavy drinking, drug usage and music that boomed loud enough to give someone next door a migraine.
today, love was invited by one of her influencer friends to the karaoke bar and requested milk to drive her. she obliged, as she didn’t really have much of a choice anyway. milk stood near the tall doors of the mansion, her eyes mindlessly drifted off somewhere, tapping her foot in a rhythm as she waited patiently.
“is the car ready?” love called out from upstairs, “yes-“ milk turned to the voice that echoed throughout the mansion, and she was paralyzed in awe. “-ma’am…” completely unaware of her usage of formalities.
love’s black heels clicked down the marble steps, taking each step with caution as she spared a glance towards milk’s way. for a moment, the bodyguard thought she saw aphrodite approaching her.
love had a stunning black dress that hugged her small figure, showing off her curves. its length reaching to the middle of her thighs. her brown parted to one side of her face, revealing more of her face. she dolled up for the occasion, and milk was lucky to be the first one to see love dressed up like that.
during the car ride, milk would sneak occasional glances towards love. whenever they’d come to a halt at a stop light, milk would turn her head to blatantly check out love once more, and the younger woman would be too involved in her phone to notice.
“i’d prefer you didn’t follow me in.” love peered over her shoulder to see milk a few feet away. “your parents asked me to watch your every move-“ milk’s hands remained at her sides, the voice flat and lacked in any sort of emotion.
“and you’re supposed to listen to me when i said i don’t want you to follow me in.” love snapped with a snarl, her tone was tight. “i won’t tell your parents what you do if that’s what you’re worried about.” milk stepped closer and shortened the gap between them.
“i told you, love, i only care about your safety. i am to make sure nobody hurts you.”
never in the two months that milk had been working for love, did their eyes ever make contact and for the younger woman. she saw a tinge of concern in milk’s eyes, she was telling the truth, and there was no use in arguing.
“fine.” love swallowed thickly, heading towards the karaoke bar with bright neon signs adoring the front.
milk watched love from the corner of the karaoke room down several glasses of alcohol. again, again and again. milk would give it to love, she had a high alcohol tolerance. though, how long would it be until she’d pass out drunk?
scanning the room, all of love’s friends didn’t set off any alarms to milk- except for one.
a man who seemed to be around love’s age, had been eyeing her ever since she entered. it was already midnight and her friends had been singing along to the last couple of songs for the night. based on how his gaze split between his watch to her, he looked like he had something planned.
love remained on the couch, her face flushed and spaced out. it gave milk the ick, he was up to no good. anybody who hadn’t had an ounce of liquor in their body could see that from miles away.
just as milk stood up from her corner in the room, the man stood up and sat a little too close to love on the couch. that alone made milk’s eye twitch, not only was he too close, he was becoming handsy with her. “let’s get out of here.” he leaned over to whisper in her ear in the midst of the booming music.
his hand slid down and rested on love’s exposed thigh, his thumb stroking against her skin.
it was as if something snapped in milk, she lunged forward and grabbed the man by his wrist, forcing him to stand up right. “get up.” coincidentally, the room lights turned on, causing love to cover her eyes and groan from how bright they were. the whole room went silent and it was only those two talking.
“whoa- whoa, hey!” the man lifted his hands up to feign innocence, milk's jaw tightened, she shoved him backwards enough for him to stumble back down on the couch. "don't even think about taking advantage of a drunk woman, you sick fuck." she spat, her figure loomed over the man, who moved slowly until his back hit the wall.
his pupils dilated, a clear sense of fear kept him back from even retorting back at the woman.
milk lifted love in her arms, bridal style. it didn't come to a surprise that the heiress was light, she fit in her arms so perfectly. ensuring that love’s head rested on her shoulder for comfort, before ultimately leaving the bar. the soft sounds of breathing filled milk's ear and even made her short-circuit. she was too darn cute.
the car drive back was silent, usually a late night drive for milk would consist of light tunes with the windows rolled down as the night breeze would cool her off after a long day.
… milk didn’t do any of those things because love was sound asleep in the passenger seat. it was only milk and her thoughts that were awake right now.
there was this chill in the air and milk couldn't put her finger on it exactly. but whatever it was, it bothered milk so much that she didn't notice love shifting around in her seat and awaking with a long groan, followed by a sudden shriek that nearly sent milk swerving the entire car off the road.
“what happened..?” love’s nerves were at an all time high until she checked the clock. “take it easy, you drank a lot.” milk motioned at the water bottle sitting in the drink holder. love’s head was killing her, she was more sober now that she slept, but there was without a doubt, still alcohol in her system.
“oh.. god, did i do anything weird?” love turned to milk in a panic. one look in the mirror and love could see her lips were smudged and her dress’ straps was askew. love’s worst fears were coming true; doing something she’d regret while drunk.
“you did.” the corner of milk’s lips tugged and she inched her face away to hide her mischievous smirk.
the color in love’s face leisurely drained away, and when the car came to a red light, milk turned her body to come face to face with the heiress.
“i’m kidding, you spaced out most of the time.” milk burst into fits of laughter upon seeing love’s expression turn from worry into relief and anger. “i swear to god-” love reached over and smacked milk on the arm. her hearty laughter filled love’s ears, she doubled over into the wheel, her eyes curved into crescents, her once mischievous smile turned into a toothy grin.
“you.. should’ve seen your face!” milk struggled to get her words out without her throat erupting with laughter.
love couldn’t put her finger on it, but something in the air between them shifted. seeing her own bodyguard, who always remained stoic for every second of the day became light-hearted, and full of hysterical laughter.
love was more concerned about herself that she couldn’t bother stopping and observing others. there was this warm feeling in her chest, love’s eyes softened at the sight of milk all happy. at one point, she had to stop laughing to focus on driving.
love liked this version of milk, a lot.
ever since that night, whenever love had the chance to glance over at milk, she would wonder if milk would smile another time for love. not that she'd randomly ask milk to, the hell did she look like asking her bodyguard to smile for her? either way, love longed to see even the smallest of smiles on milk's face again.
unlike love, milk knew she had a thing for the heiress. however, acting upon it would be simply immoral. she had a job to do. she couldn’t be a bodyguard for a heiress and get into a fling with her.
yet, the more milk got a glimpse of love's doll-like face, the more she was falling down the pattranite rabbit hole. milk needed to distract herself, and working out was a good form for that.
every two weeks, milk would report to love’s parents on her activities, from what parties she went to, what she did during said parties, and so forth. of course, milk could not lie, but she did hide things at the request of love.
her parents were never happy by the amount of “things” love did when they were gone, hell, she did so much it made their heads spin. though it was all inevitable, their only request was that love stayed home for one singular day.
love had been in her room all day, either taking selfies on her phone, cuddling with her cat, or simply.. nothing.
how annoying. perhaps she could see what milk was doing, being alone in the mansion made love realize how dreary it truly was. “milk?” she called out, silence. love got up from her bed, using her hands to push herself up and opened her bedroom door. nothing, not a single sound could be heard from the hallway, not a peep.
milk had finished working out, her body was sore and aching. she might’ve been too excessive with the weights, knowing the gym rat she was though- it wasn't out of the ordinary. because she had been working out for around an hour, milk hopped into the shower right afterwards. she realized she had forgotton her towel in her room and left the bathroom half-exposed, only having on a white crop-top.
milk’s room was right next to love’s for convenience sake, and to get to her room in the event of impending danger. in most cases, milk would be found outside love’s bedroom. however, today, she wasn’t in her usual spot.
love didn’t know the concept of knocking, nor would she ever want to learn it after opening the door to milk’s bedroom.
"hey mil-" love flew a hand to her mouth to catch her jaw from completely dropping. milk stood at the edge of her bed, with a towel in her hand and drying off her damp hair. love had a clear sight of milk's tall figure, and the lower half of her exposed torso. what a sight to behold.
milk's curvy shape complimented her chiseled abs all along her stomach and abdomen, water from the shower highlighted her crevices perfectly. love could not rip her eyes away for a second until milk spoke. "oh, good afternoon, love." milk greeted, confused on love's shocked expression.
milk's abs were inexplicably hot, no words could describe the thoughts that ran through love's mind in that moment. her face began to burn up, and her face flushed into a crimson color. she couldn't even greet milk back without choking on her own words.
"good.. afternoon." not only was she panicking, she was mesmerized. how could someone just have a perfect body like that? granted milk had to be physically built for her job, but oh the thoughts love had in her head after seeing milk like that..
"what's wrong, love? are you sick? your face is red." milk approached love with careful steps, raising the back of her palm and pressing it on love's forehead. “your face is burning up, shall i look for some medicine?” if milk only knew what she was doing to her, and here she was asking if she should look for some medicine.
there was this fragrance in the air that love could only make out to be cedarwood, it was rich, not too strong but not too light on the nostrils. milk stepped closer, reducing the space between them. there was this tension building up in love's chest, she could feel her pulse quickening by every millisecond.
“no, no- it’s fine!” love stammered, she took one look at milk’s biceps and her knees nearly gave in.
a thought popped in love’s brain, the idea of milk pinning her down on her bed, her arms trapping her ontop her sheets, giving her new sensations that love never experienced before-
wait. snap out of it, love. she was looking at you because she was worried. “sorry.. for, um, barging in. i’m not sick.” love took one last glance at milk followed by her hastily shutting the room door behind her as she left.
while she didn't plan it, milk saw the effect her being half-exposed did to love the second she walked in. she merely played into it to get a reaction out of her. she was acting oblivious.
at the same time, she didn’t expect love to turn that red.
during every passing minute of the day, love seemed to be a lot closer to milk like she was purposefully teasing her. it started as accidental brushing of the hand, then it evolved to eye contact that lasted longer than normal. perhaps milk was reading too much into it.
it drove milk mad.
however, milk recalled the day she signed her contract.
‘no matter the circumstance, the relationship between the assigned individual(s) and bodyguard must remain strictly professional.’
milk couldn’t have any sort of relationship with love, what she was doing right now was already over the line. there were boundaries that she had to maintain.
milk made a vow to herself. for the next few weeks, she’d attempt to distance herself from love as much as possible. when the time was right, she’d give love’s parents her resignation letter.
camera flashes reflect off the black car that pulled up to the venue, rapid clicks and bursts of lights lit up the evening air. a crowd of photographers and journalists turn their attention to the car, squeezing past each other in order to get a good angle of the celebrity. “love!” “love, over here!” they all tried to get her attention, only for her to flash a dazzling smile solely for the cameras.
love stood with grace as her sleek, white gown draped down to her ankles. the fabric catched the flashing camera lights as she made careful steps down the red carpet. a few paces behind love was milk, tailored in a dark suit with a tie tucked neatly under her blazer. the suit was a detail of her precision and professionalism.
love’s gaze lingered on milk’s profile, eyeing her up and down. there was this tension in the air that both women were aware but neither willing to acknowledge. she tilted her head to study milk more. “you look good today, milk.” love’s voice was soft, yet it carried through the din of the crowd.
“i could say the same to you.”
milk didn’t understand the weight of her words until love’s eyes revealed a glimmer of amusement. stay focused, milk. “-but that’s not important right now.” she straightened her posture, keeping her hands to her sides. love let out a soft hum, turning back to the cameras knowing she had every photographer’s lens in the room on her. love would back down for now, however, she wasn’t done.
under the weight of love’s presence, the line between duty and desire seemed thinner by every passing moment.
in the venue, it was elegant, the soft chatter of people making small conversation rang throughout the room. the upscale gala was now in full swing, a glittering parade of sharp tuxedos, designer clothing, and clinking of glasses. it was definitely a much better sight to see than flashing lasers and lights mixed with hard liquor at the club.
love was mid-conversation with a friend when a man in a suave-looking suit approached her. his hair was slicked back with cheap hair gel (milk could tell) and his demeanor was off-putting, his eyes drifted to her friend, seemingly wanting to shoo her off so she could have alone time with love.
“love, is it?” he was a charming man, milk would give him that, but his intentions were clearer than day. he didn’t come over to simply have a friendly chat. the more they talked, the more milk was on edge, her suspicions were confirmed when she overheard him. “let me get you a drink.” that set off several alarms in milk’s head.
milk pushed past a few people to watch the man from a distance. he peered to his left and right while pulling out a small clear bag, filled with a white powder, and poured it into the half-filled champagne glass. the powder dissolved in the liquid, he mixed it thoroughly with his finger.
“for you.” the man said smoothly, holding the flute of champagne in his hand for love to take. milk was there in an instant, her hand intercepted the glass before love graze her fingers along the stem.
“i’ll take that.” her voice low and unsteady, her expression blank and unreadable. swirling the glass, fizz began to bubble up on the top of the drink, it was imperceptible. milk’s face stiffened into a cold expression.
“hey- that’s meant for the lady-“ he remarked, his eyebrows furrowed now that milk’s broad figure was in the way. she took one step forward, her figure loomed with intimidation. “you drugged it.” she cut him off, every word she spat out filled with a venomous tone.
“wh-what?” for every step backwards he took, milk took two steps closer towards him. “i didn’t- i didn’t drug it!” he continued to inch backwards until he hit a table. now, everybody was eyeing them, more specifically- him.
love skimmed her eyes over the man once, she didn’t expect anything less from him. his greasy hair and demeanor was enough for love to understand his poor tricks. drugging her? seriously? milk’s sharp gaze had him sweating bullets, she wouldn’t let him even breathe the same air as her; he didn’t deserve it.
“alright- let me at least talk to her-“ in his attempt to push past milk, she shoved him back with one hand, he slipped back on the table, knocking over people’s champagne glasses. he let out a loud grunt, as he was covered head to toe in alcohol. “you’ve done enough talking for the night.” milk saw his face pale and panic flashed in his eyes.
“scram, or i’ll make sure you leave with more than a bruise.”
that was enough to make him scramble onto his feet without speaking a word, and pushed past other people in order to run as far away as he could, his escape almost frantic.
milk sped over to love, her face changed once she saw that love had been watching that encounter and its entirety. “are you okay? you didn’t drink any of the champagne, right?” love shook her head, milk sighed out of relief, her hard gaze weakened. there was still this guilt feeling bubbling up in her chest.
“i’m sorry, i should have been more vigilant. i won’t let that happen again.”
love didn’t let the incident from 20 seconds ago linger on her mind any longer. what she was more interested in was milk. it obviously didn’t feel right that in such a tense moment, love couldn’t help but feel aroused at the sight of milk scaring the man off. one threat and the man was off running for the hills.
she was only doing her job, yet, the path milk chose to protect love felt more personal than professional. love wanted their relationship to evolve to more than just what they had now, and she believed milk wanted the same thing.
the remainder of the event was a snooze-fest, it consisted of other famous celebrities going up on stage and talking about things that love didn’t particularly care for. milk remained by love’s side for the rest of the event, mentally cataloging every person that she talked to for the rest of the evening.
what milk didn’t know, is that love would always stare up at her with eyes filled with want. she had a craving that needed to be met, and that would only work if milk was on top of her, spilling her name from her mouth over and over until that’s all she could think of.
it was around 2 a.m by the time the event ended, love and milk arrived back at the mansion, tension thicker than ever before, not a word was exchanged between them. for love, that was enough to break the heavy silence first.
“could you escort me up to my room? i’m a bit sore.” milk nodded to her request without uttering a word. every time her eyes met love, there was always something left unspoken when she’d look away. it made her feel.. nervous.
love threw herself back on her bed, exhaling a long sigh that she must’ve held since early that evening. “i missed my bed.” she allowed herself to sink into the mattress, its warmth engulfing her entirely. milk watched her, a small smile curving at the corner of her lips, cute.
there was another moment of silence, love laid with her brown hair a mess and a hand rested on her head. milk’s gaze remained fixated onto the heiress, as if she were hypnotized by her. love took notice of this, and sat up on her bed.
“could i ask you for another favor?” her tone pranced around in milk’s ears, she couldn’t figure out what it was nor would she dwell on it; she had something in mind, that was for sure. “anything.” milk replied, love pointed to her shoulders.
“i think i’m cramping, can you massage my shoulders?”
oh.
she didn’t expect that request from love. milk hesitated, unable to respond without showing how nervous she was. the taller woman only nodded her head, taking a seat next to love on her bed. she ever so gently placed her hands on her shoulders, using her fingers to release the bundled up aches that had been bothering her since that evening.
love’s posture eased, even the muscles around her back had relaxed. milk’s ears had turned a bright pink color, this was awkward for her. in that moment, milk thanked the lord that love’s parents were still away on their trip, otherwise she would have no clue how to explain this to them if they walked in.
love then turned her body around to face milk, prompting milk to rest her hands on her lap, that was enough for her. “there’s.. one more thing.” the younger woman inched herself forward until milk could smell her sweet perfume all over. “i heard you could get muscle cramps on your breasts.” her voice was sultry and sweet, her eyes flickered to milk’s hands then up to meet her eyes.
milk swallowed a lump in her throat, love took her by the hand and placed her fingers on her chest. with the way she was staring, she might as well have been burning holes into milk. her hands began to move slowly, massaging her tender breast. love drew out a stifled sigh, relief painting her features. however, that wasn’t the only place love wanted milk at.
“this isn’t appropriate, love, i can’t do this.”
milk snapped her hand back, she stood up on her two feet and straightened her blazer. she was lost for a moment, but she didn’t forget what she was originally hired to do.
“you can’t or you don’t want to?” love reached out and tugged milk back. a fire sparked in her eyes, both of them were in too far deep to back away now. “i’ve seen the way you look at me when i get out of the shower, or after i get ready for a party. admit it- milk. you want me.” she stood high on her feet, maintaining her strong eye contact with the older woman.
love was right, milk wanted her, badly. but how bad did love want her?
“and maybe,” love took milk by her black tie, she tugged her down to her level. “i want you too.” milk’s eyes darkened, that’s all she needed to hear. she dipped her head low to connect her lips with love’s. she sighed into the kiss, a sign of relief after suffering from that unrelieved tension for weeks- possibly months.
milk felt herself getting drunk off of love’s scent, their bodies pressed against each other;they just couldn’t get enough. love’s soft lips move against milk’s, their mouths matching each other in a heated exchange. she pulled milk back by her tie until she hit the bed.
frustrated by the amount of clothing layers on herself, milk peels off her blazer and throws it off to the side. she grabbed love by the face to pull her into a hungry, messy kiss, catching the heiress off-guard. it didn’t take long for milk swipe love’s lower lip to explore the wet caverns of her mouth, which drew out a broken moan from her.
milk snaked her hand around to the zipper of love’s dress, fumbling with it until she eventually left it alone for love to deal with. once she pulled the dress past her shoulders, milk pulled the fabric off, leaving love in only her bra and panties.
if only milk could describe how insanely turned on she was at the sight of love splayed out on her bed all for her. her chest heaved up and down from the passionate kiss they shared and her cheeks flushed a pink color, matching the ones on her lips. love was like a work of art, and milk wanted more of her.
“all for me?” milk hummed against her smooth skin, pressing a trail of butterfly kisses before settling onto the pulse point of her neck. “of cour- ah!” while milk was busy with her mouth all over love’s neck, she used two fingers to pinch her hard nipple through the thin padding of her bra. the sudden noise from her dragged out into a whimper, spontaneously pushing her breast onto milk’s hand.
“ah, ah, you can’t be needy, sweetheart.” she drew the skin above her pulse point in between her teeth, biting down hard enough to leave a mark that’d appear the next morning. any words that escaped love’s lips diminished into fragments and whines. with what little touch of reality she had left, she reached up and began to undo milk’s white button-up shirt.
milk undid the last of her buttons and tossed the shirt to the side. love no longer had to fantasize every night about touching milk’s abs, she finally could brush her hands along the curved muscles on her abdomen, a thin layer of sweat had them glimmering under her room lights. “is this what gets you off every night? my abs?” she uttered with a tease.
love wasn’t given a chance to respond as milk slid her hand past the waistband of her panties. her slim fingers brushed past her folds, watching for a reaction. she whined at the contact, frustrated that milk found amusement in her suffering rather than simply giving her what she wanted. “milk..” she croaked, her hands wrapped around her nape, keeping her close.
“hm? what is it, love? tell me what you want.”
she couldn’t take it anymore. her heart was beating out of her chest, her breathing erratic- any longer and she would’ve gone insane.
“i want your fingers, milk."
milk's mouth contorted into a grin, she pressed her thumb down on love's sensitive clit, yelping in response.
she screwed her eyes shut, whimpering once more her brain going haywire from merely her thumb on her bud. she then pushed her middle finger past her folds, and oh god, love could not think at all.
at first, milk moved in and out slowly. it was painfully slow for love, but milk wanted to see the pace love could handle before she'd move faster.
heat began to pool in love's stomach, her body began to burn up from the pressure of her insides as milk pushed a second finger in her cunt. milk let out a low, guttural growl as she could feel love's walls tightened upon having her ring finger enter her. this was what love needed. she couldn't remember the last time she got fucked senselessly, let alone from a woman like milk.
milk began to pick up speed, her focus remained glued on love's pretty little face, despite her looking disheveled, she was basking in the sounds of wet skin slapping together and her high-pitched whimpers. pure music to her ears.
"more, more.. please." love's voice became hoarse, her face was flushed, she was completely ruined by the hands of milk. her digits pistoned in and out of her core rapidly, hitting new spots that the younger woman didn't know existed.
love's mind went completely blank, only focusing on the sensations milk was giving her and the profanities with praises spilling from her mouth. she couldn't remember what was exactly said, but it was enough to bring her to the edge. her body began to tense up followed with her thighs spasming as her orgasm was approaching.
"come here." milk pushed herself onto love's lips, eliciting obscene sounds that buzzed against her own. their mouths moved together in a passionate kiss, love's body began to convulse, drawing out yet another long, filthy moan that echoed in her room. love swore she saw stars after coming down from her high.
believing milk was done for the night, love had sat herself up against her headboard. she struggled to comprehend what just happened- when her legs were suddenly thrown over milk's shoulders, gasping for air moments after.
she took no time using her tongue to lap up every drop of cum that spilled out of love's folds.
… maybe milk was wrong, being a professional bodyguard and having a relationship with love could co-exist at the same time.