It's been thirty minutes into our trip and my hormones are raging at all the surprise stimulation I've received today. It's like my body is now expecting the unexpected. I want to please him so bad, but he won't let me touch him. If I could just touch him even a little bit, I'd feel somewhat better. Even the thought of tasting him made my mouth water. The fact that he wasn't allowing me to do anything to him at the moment only made me crave it even more.

"Taehyung, please baby. Just pull over or something." I playfully beg as I try running my hand up his thigh again.

"Ava," he laughs at my impatience, "we'll be home soon. I'll consider it then. I told you, today is all about you."

"But that would be about me. Me pleasing you would please me." I pout as my finger traces his waistband but he gently picks up my wrist and places it back onto my lap.

"Do you want to be good for me still?" His voice dropping an octave reminding me of the dominance from last night.

"Yes sir."

"Then be patient. We're not that far." I sit back and look out of the window, trying not to sulk too much. 

A couple of minutes later, I see lights flashing on the dashboard and hear a loud siren starting behind us. My heart sinks when I think about which cop it could possibly be and I silently pray it's not my father. I don't want this day to be ruined by his drama.

"Baby, you're being pulled over." I let him know as I slowly turn back around in my seat.

He pulls off to the side of the road and grabs his wallet from the cup holder.

"License and registration please." I know that voice. It's luckily not my father but it is his ex partner, Mike.

Taehyung hands him his license and the required documents without saying a word while Officer Mike crouches down to look in the car and sees me in the passenger seat awkwardly grinning in his direction.

"Ava? Ava Young? Is that you?" He asks with a bright smile.

"Hi Officer Mike. How are you?" I sound as polite and sweet as possible.

"I'm well. This must be the boyfriend I heard about. Hello, I'm Officer Mike." He extends a hand to shake Taehyung's and offers a warm smile towards him as well, "I don't see what the fuss was about. He seems like a decent young man to me, but I know how your father is. Don't sweat it honey."

Officer Mike was always a good guy. It's a shame he and my father just couldn't see eye to eye. He was always nice to me when he would come visit the house from time to time.

"I pulled you over because you didn't use a blinker when you switched lanes just now, but I'm going to just give you a warning. Be careful next time. I'd hate for Officer Young to be the one to pull you over." He says as he pats Taehyung on the shoulder.

"Thank you, sir." He responds with a soft smile.

"You're welcome kids. Have fun and be safe. And Ava, we're all very proud of the young woman you've become." Officer Mike nods, understanding how little I ever heard that small phrase that means so much.

"Thank you!" I attempt to say sweetly with my voice cracking as my eyes begin to tear up. Seems like everyone is proud of me except for the one man who should be.

I've really got to let it go. My father will never change.

I say my goodbyes to Officer Mike and we watch him drive off before easing our way back on to the interstate.

"I'm sorry. I should have been more careful." Taehyung says grabbing my hand.

"No, it's okay. Things happen. I'm just also glad it wasn't my dad." I respond as I get back comfortable in my seat.

We ride in silence the last twenty minutes home with only the soft hum of the engine as background noise. I wouldn't go as far to say that that small interaction ruined the day but it definitely switched up my mood. It was just another reminder that I'm always going to be a failure in my father's eyes and no matter what I ever did to try to make him proud, I never would.

We pull into the driveway and Taehyung shuts off the engine, grabbing his keys and his wallet before glancing over at me cautiously. As we walk up to the front door, I'm still quiet even though I don't really want to be. It's like my change in mood shut off the communication part of my brain.

"Can we just order pizza or something later tonight?" I ask as I slide out of my sandals.

"Sure baby. Whatever you want." Taehyung says as he places his keys onto the hook.

I walk into the living room and lay down face first on the couch while Tae heads towards the kitchen. I'm annoyed with the family drama in my life. Why can't I be one of those kids that have a healthy relationship with their parents? No, instead I'm outcasted because I chose to no longer put up with it.

Taehyung walks in a few moments later as I'm mentally going through all of hurtful words my father had said to me over the years and visualizing the fights he and my mother would have.

"I brought you some ice water." He says sweetly as I hear him place a glass on the table and feel him sit down beside me before he begins to rub my shoulders.

I know he's trying to be sweet and I know he just wants to ease my worries, but I just want him to take all of the stress off of my mind for a moment. 

He lowers his hands down my back as he continues to work out the tense muscles. Leaning down, he kisses my shoulders and moves my hair so he can also kiss the back of my neck. I softly moan at the feeling of his lips on my skin as he continues to kiss on me slow and sweet, letting his actions speak louder than anything he could say to try to relax me.

"Taehyung...please." I beg once more expecting for him to scold me for it but he doesn't.

"Come here baby." He says as he sits up on the couch and watches me do the same.

He holds out his arms for me, running his fingers over my thighs. I climb on top of him to straddle his lap and lean down to kiss him, steadying my pace as I follow his slow sinuous lead.

Lifting my dress over my head, he kisses down my neck and gently places my arms around him as he moves down to my breasts. He unclasps my strapless bra and tosses it aside. Slowly, he takes my nipple into his mouth as if he was kissing my lips and pinching the other making me softly moan his praises and tilt my head back.

I need him inside of me, I need to be filled by him, and I need to please him in return. But I remain focused and I zone in to control my body.

"There you go. Learn to have self-control." He says looking up to me and seeing how badly I want him but how much I'm fighting it. "What did I tell you earlier?"

"You've got me." I breathe out as his nails slowly and gently scrape down my back.

"Do you trust me?" He asks still gauging my expression.

"Yes."

He slaps my ass leaving a piercing sting.

"Yes sir." I correct myself.

He lifts his hips and pushes down his pants and boxer briefs to his knees as I raise up to assist him.

"Sit back down." He commands softly.

I lower onto him, feeling his thick, hard and veiny cock with only the thin fabric of my lace thong between us. I want to rock on to him so bad but I stay still until given the order.

My breathing becomes heavier as he traces my ear with his tongue and I feel myself drip onto him through the fabric.

"You're so wet already." He whispers into my ear grabbing a handful of my hair and slightly tugging my head back. "But I want you wetter."

I don't even question his capabilities.

"I brought something for you." He says as he reaches down into his pants pocket.

He pulls out a black satin tie and shows it to me.

"A tie?" I ask, not sure what it's for.

He doesn't say a word as he places it over my eyes and ties it behind my head. I begin to pant as I'm unsure what's about to happen, but like I said, I do trust him.

He runs his fingers over my nipples and my panting increases. Now I see the point in the tie. The unknown makes the action that much more intense.

"How much do you like these?" He inquires as he runs his thumbs under the strap of my thong.

"I have better." I whisper, goosebumps appearing over the skin where his fingers lingered.

Before I could think, he rips the fabric and pulls it slowly away from me. The lace dragging over my hyper sensitive bud as he removes it completely. I whimper at the loss of contact but the touch of his shaft in between my folds quickly replaces the feeling.

I hear the glass on the table clinking as he reaches up, holding my back so I don't fall. There's a pause - no sound other than our breathing, no touch besides me already being on his lap.

Until suddenly I feel cold ice running over my neck. The freezing water drips down my chest and over my pebbled flesh as he licks it up. The sharpness of the cold and the heat of his mouth throw my senses out of wack and I reflexively rock onto him but he stops me from moving.

"Stay. Still." He scolds calmly just above a whisper.

I feel the cube of ice run over my nipples as he circles it slowly. I moan as I grip on to the back of the couch to do my best to force myself to not move. He runs it down my torso making me shiver, but when he slides it over my clit I jump.

"Do you not like that?" He asks lowly, but cautiously.

I shake my head. "No, it feels good."

He does it again after giving my approval and I moan louder at the sensation.

"Fuck, you sound so good." He breathes out as he continues to tease me in a newfound way.

Lifting my ass, he holds himself in place as he lowers me back down onto him and slides in me as I mold around him.

"Ride me. Take it." He demands. I buck my hips and sink back down onto him, my clit rubbing against him as he grabs on to my ass. "Take it baby. It's yours."

"Oh, fuck!" I mewl with him thrusting himself along with my movements.

He sucks a nipple into his mouth as I swivel my hips deeper on to him. I need it all. Every last beautiful inch.

Gripping my ass as he controls my speed and movements, he delves deeper into me with each thrust of his hips. I grab on tighter to the back of the couch as I ride him harder than I ever have while he pumps into me, forcing me to submit to his every desire.

An electric current shoots around my body as my spine begins to tingle. I don't want it to stop, but I don't know how much longer I can last.

"Baby, I'm gonna come." I whine as I feel the sweet contraction forming inside.

"Yeah? Come for me baby." He speeds up his movements as I squeal and my legs twitch with my demise.

"Yeah. Come all over me." He groans as he holds my hips and continues expeditiously while chasing his own release.

"Oh my god, Taehyung! Don't stop. I'm almost there." I beg as I feel another orgasm quickly approaching.

"Again?" He asks with a hint of surprise as he pulls me down into him harder, searching for that perfect spot inside of me to completely ruin me again.

I moan out as my body tenses for a second time. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the blindfold or the ice play. Maybe it's because we confessed our love earlier or maybe it's just him. But I'm falling apart in his arms and there's no where else I'd rather be.

"Fuck!" He growls as he holds me tight and keeping me still, releasing every last drop into me.

Turning my face to his, he kisses me through it and removes the tie from my eyes while I smile at him sleepily.

Smiling back at me, he pushes my hair from my face. "I really do love you, Ava. I wish I could explain how much."

I kiss him and weakly cup his face, "I really do love you too, Kim Taehyung."

We stand up and clean up our mess before going into our bedroom and I plop down on the bed after throwing on another one of his large T-shirts. At this rate, he might need to buy him some more clothes. He lays down beside me once he enters the room and pulls out his cell phone, flipping the camera around to show our faces.

"Oh no," I laugh and cover my face, "I look horrible."

"Don't do that." He removes my hands from my face, "You're beautiful...always. I know. I see you every day." He kisses my cheek as he simultaneously starts snapping photos. "I want to remember this moment. When you and I were alone and carefree and newly in love. Maybe I could show some of these to our kids one day." He jokes as he makes a goofy face in the next photos.

"Kids?" I question suspiciously. We had never discussed if we ever wanted kids in our futures.

He puts his phone down on his chest and looks over to me, "Do you not want kids one day?"

"Yes. I love kids, but are you saying you could see yourself having kids...with me? One day?" I feel like the seconds were hours as he takes a beat to think about his answer.

"Yes. They'd be beautiful, just like you." He picks his phone back up and has me continue the impromptu photo shoot with him.

I realize that I'm blushing and uncontrollably smiling in the camera until it hits me again that we'll be parting ways in a few months. He catches my change of expression on the screen and turns his body towards mine.

"Hey...what's wrong? Did I do something?" He asks worriedly.

I tightly close my eyes before I begin to speak, "I'm going to college in the fall and you're leaving for South Korea. How would we have a future together?" I open my eyes to see him staring at me. He moves his thumb over my lips and then kisses me gently.

"Do you love me and do you trust me?" He asks straight forward.

"Yes. To both."

"Then trust me that I will be in your future. I promise you. I can't see me without you anymore." He tries his best to ease my already breaking heart, but I break apart as tears swell up and fall onto his pillow. Kissing them away as fast as he can before giving up trying to compete, he pulls me into his chest and just holds me instead - not saying a word and just rocking me as if I was a small child.

It was everything all at once. The disconnect between my family, the thought of possibly losing him, and the uncertainty of my future in general. I was at a crossroads in life and I didn't know what the outcome would be.

That kind of uncertainty make me feel a deep sense of anxiety I hadn't experienced until this point in my life.

"Shh...trust me baby. Please trust me." He whispers, kissing the top of my head.

I look up at him and see his eyes red rimmed. Hadn't ever seen him get emotional before, it almost shocks me.

"Why are you crying?" I catch a lone tear fall from the corner of his big, beautiful brown eyes.

He shakes his head, "I'm fine. I just know I'll miss you and I hate to see you upset."

I sit up and take a deep breath, wiping the corners of my eyes, "Well, I can't have you crying because of me." I lean over to leave him a chaste kiss, "I have to practice self control, right?"

He bashfully smiles and lowers his head, then looks back up to me with hooded eyes, "That's right."

As his phone begins to ring, he sighs out as he picks it up from his chest. His eyes narrow and his brow creases as he looks at the screen.

"Why is she calling? And how did she even get my number?" He questions as the ringtone continues to echo through the room.

"Who?" I look at his phone but it's not a number I recognize. I can tell it's Korean though by the format.

"My ex." He looks up at me, still not accepting the call.

"Answer it." I suggest with a shrug.

After a slight pause to gauge my reaction, he answers it and puts the phone on speakerphone.

"Um...yeoboseyo?" He speaks up.

I had already expected the whole conversation to be in Korean so I don't know why he has it on speakerphone like I could even understand, but the thought behind being completely transparent with me was nice, I guess.

I listen to her frantically speak and sound upset as he sits back and rolls his eyes. She talks for a good five minutes straight without letting him get a word in. His eye rolls have turned into him pinching the bridge of his nose by the time he's reached his limit.

"Hey, hey...HEY!" He screams at her to get her to stop talking.

His voice was scary deep and loud and it made me jump like I was the one personally getting yelled at. He continued yelling at her in his native language for a few minutes and I make a mental note not to piss him off because that's one of the most bone chilling sounds I've ever heard. He makes my father's yelling seem weak.

She starts talking nonstop again and he looks at me with an apologetic expression.

"She says that she feels horrible for ever leaving me for another guy. She got my phone number from one of my friends apparently and says that she won't leave me alone until I take her back." He says talking over her directly to me.

I hear her say something that sounds like a question and him respond with an irritated tone.

"She's asking who I'm speaking to." He translates with a flat expression.

I nod, "To his girlfriend. Translate for me baby."

I guess it wasn't needed because she starts yelling at him immediately.

Laughing at her reaction and completely over the whole conversation, he hangs up the call without warning. She calls back multiple times before he can finally get to the option to block the number.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know she'd call. I haven't even talked to her in a couple years. I'll probably need to change my number now." Taehyung apologizes, tossing his phone back onto the bed.

I'm really not worried about it. She seems like the last person he would like to converse with. Plus, I still think she's an idiot.

"Don't apologize. It's not like it's something you did wrong." I turn my phone camera on this time but decide to do a video instead. "Say hi." I wave so that he knows I'm recording.

"What are you doing?" He gets shy upon being filmed and begins to cutely giggle, "Why are you recording me?"

"To show our future kids how cute their dad looked on the day he told me he loved me for the first time." I smile and zoom in as close as I can to his beautiful face and the cute little mole at the tip of his nose.

He smiles and looks around awkwardly as I stay quiet for a moment, just letting the camera film him.

"Come on. Say something." I coax zooming back out so his full face is the frame again.

"Um...hi. It's a Thursday night and we're about to order pizza and hang out." He looks up at me instead of the phone. "I don't know what to say." He whispers.

"Tell them why you said you loved me." I smile from behind the camera.

"I love her because she is beautiful and because she is sweet and kind. Because she knows what she wants in life and she's spontaneous. Because she does little things to show me she cares and because she makes me happier than I've ever been. Because she's brave and strong. But mostly because there's no one else I would rather be with than her." He stares directly at the camera the entire time but as I'm watching the screen, his eyes pierce through me. Feeling and knowing that you're loved by someone who you also love is one thing while hearing the reasons why is another.

"Okay. Now your turn. Why do you love me?" He says with a bright boxy smile.

"I was just going to say because you're cute and have a nice butt." I joke and laugh out when he snatches me up and makes me drop my phone, ending the video along the way.

He holds me tight to him and playfully nibbles on my neck, which makes me squeal out at the ticklish sensation.

"Stop." I laugh out and push away with not much force at all.

"Nuh uh." He does it again and I full on belly laugh.

"I love your laugh." He says as he looks me in my eyes, a smile still spread on both of our faces.

Leaning in, I leave three quick pecks on his lips before I sit up and fix my hair when I hear my own phone ringing. I grab it from the other side of the bed and flip it over.

Dad

I show the screen to Taehyung with my eyes wide. Not expecting him to be calling me, I feel a knot begin to form in my stomach. Clicking on accept, I put the phone to my ear and Taehyung pulls me into his arms for comfort.

"Hello?" I almost say it like I didn't know the number calling me.

"Hi Ava. It's dad." His voice was calm. That's a good sign.

"Yeah I know. I wasn't expecting you to call."

"I know. I've been stubborn and a jerk. Mike told me he saw you today." He states.

Great. Now he's going to think Taehyung is some reckless driver or some judgmental crap like that.

"Yeah." I flatly respond, showing little emotion to this interaction.

"He didn't tell me much, but he said it was a pleasant surprise and that he said he was proud of you. I'm sorry for not reaching out earlier. You're an amazing person and I guess I was being too overprotective."

"Thank you, dad." I feel a knot in my throat beginning to form. He's never said those things to me before.

"I would like to have dinner. Just us three. You, me and Taehyung so that I can get to know him better. What do you think about that?" He inquires.

I look up to Taehyung who can hear the whole conversation and he nods in approval at the suggested plan, "Okay. When and where?"

"Tomorrow night at six thirty if that works for you. The diner maybe? You always loved that place." My father suggests.

"That works for me. See you then." I confirm, but my gut tells me I should avoid him.

"Okay. I'll see you two then. Have a good night."

"Good night." I mumble before hanging up the call and looking back up at Taehyung. I sigh out as I grab his waist and hold him a little tighter.

"Let's order that pizza." He says changing the subject and grabbing his phone to search for the pizza place.