Alpha Who?

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When you go back to the room with some ibuprofen, two tubs of ice cream, one vanilla and one strawberry plus a bag of chips Trish cries upon seeing her favorites. Settled in after her crying spell she watches as you go quiet staring into space.

From her point she sees how you listen to something that she can't hear but her best friend is reacting to as she nods. Having been hearing the same in her head while showering she had been a little angry and in pain and then she didn't hear them as much anymore. She just felt thoughts like bees buzzing around.

"Namjoon asked if he could give Yeonjun my number he wanted to call you."

Trish laughs as she dips a chip in the softened strawberry ice cream. "If he wants my phone number he has a strange way of asking."

You both crack up and you pass the ringing phone to her. Trish talks in English, a lot of it's okay, it's not your fault, and don't be sorry follows. She gives him her number and says bye before hanging up.

"Okay bestie I guess you better walk me through this."

You grab a chip dipping it in the vanilla, eating the chip your arm comes up to your mouth and you lick the drop that had dripped there. "We might need more ice cream. It's not a science that I have learned. And I wasn't expecting to have to have this talk for a while, young lady!"

Trish looks at you. "I am three months older twat waffle."

An hour later as Trish had asked 1001 questions you had left her sleeping and walked to the kitchen, the house quiet and dark. Feeling the almost empty pint you grabbed a spoon and sat up on the counter sighing while thinking about the last month. It had been very crazy and you wondered what her parents were going to say.

Getting another spoonful looking at what was basically a vanilla shake in the bottom you bring it to your mouth and jump as a drip falls on your leg but your head turns feeling his presence. His voice husky in the dark. "I woke up with this strange craving for ice cream and look at what I found instead."

You spoon up some more ice cream and say nothing as he has moved closer. I can smell it but not see it. He gathers your hand and lifts your arm to below his nose and sniffs. You dropped some here earlier. He says and licks the spot slowly.

Feeling it deep inside, your voice is deep and different to you as you say. "I dropped some on my leg too."

I know. He says as he bends down his mouth kissing your thigh before he licks there too. Have any of us told you why we always have vanilla ice cream now all the time?

His tongue is licking you so lazily and it's such a turn on. "No, why?"

"Because you taste like it, rich, creamy, sweet, thick."

Good lord you think as he pops back up. "Bring the rest of that." He says while you're able to grab it before he has picked you up and carried you over to the less mangled portion of the couch. Putting you down he looks at your now exposed panties.

Take them off, I'm afraid I will ruin them.

You do as he asks and throw them from you as you do he kneels and takes the cup from you. He smiles and you feel the liquid drip between your legs before his tongue invades you. When it's just getting good he stops and you look at the stuffing you had been pulling up in confusion.

He enters you hurriedly and laughs at the stuffing you show him as he thrusts. "I'm pretty sure that wasn't you."

Your feet flat on the floor you rise up to meet his thrusts. He seems hurried in a way he hadn't been before with you. He's not looking at you, his eyes closed and you feel him speeding up and then he makes a small noise in the back of his throat before opening his eyes and smiling. "Thanks."