Milky Sweet

5

Midoriya woke up to both a feeling of deja-vu and a feeling of being kinda sticky.

The deja-vu he somewhat understood as he looked up at the face of the same alpha he slept on earlier, but then there was the sticky feeling.

Midoriya slowly lifted himself off of the bi-colored alpha, doing his best not to wake him or the purple alpha laying next to them.

The first thing he noticed upon looking around the smallish room was that Kirishima and the blonde alpha were nowhere to be found.

Midoriya couldn't help but relax at the thought the blonde was gone. He immediately tensed back up though when he looked down.

The alpha was shirtless - so Izuku must've been wearing this one's shirt - but that wasn't what shocked him. It was the white liquid almost puddling on the alphas stomach.

Izuku was both horrified and mortified. He didn't know how long he was asleep but it definitely wasn't long enough for him to start leaking again.

The greenette just missed tripping over himself to run away and into the thankfully empty bathroom.

Closing the door quickly but also quietly as he turned the light on, Izuku looked down at the now wet shirt he was wearing.

He felt a little bad that he'd possibly just ruined the alphas shirt, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. Taking off the wet and sticky tank top, he couldn't help but wince at the feeling of the rough fabric dragging against the sensitive nubs on his chest.

He knew that this was happening because he was around these alphas for longer than he normally would be, but still.

It's never been this bad before.

Sighing in resignation, Midoriya walked over to the sink. He wondered if the alphas knew about this little 'problem' he had. He knew that Shinso did, and it only made sense that he would have told the others.

He briefly wondered why the alphas hadn't tried to force him into anything yet. Well, one of them did attack him, but still. He just thought there would be more, not that he wanted any of that of course!

He guessed he could be glad that at least of the alphas seemed relatively calm, Shinso and the two-toned one he never got the name of.

He looked down at his chest, Midoriya knew that he should be probably giving his milk to the alphas on the other side of the door, their who it was for all after all, but he just couldn't.

Yes, it was supposed to be for alphas, but it was also an extremely personal thing. It's a vulnerability that he was and didn't think he would ever be ready for.

Bringing his hands up to his chest, he started dealing with the seemingly ever flowing supply of milk he produced.

When he was done, he allowed the chilly water from the sink's tap to flow over his hands. He didn't even know tears were falling from his eyes until one landed on his wrist. It startled him out of his reverie as looked at himself in the small mirror.

His eyes were ringed in red and were puffy from the amount of tears he's shed. His hair was flatter against his head than normal and shined with grease when the dull lights in the bathroom shined on him.

As his gaze shifted further down, the edges of his lips curved even further downward. He was dirty, not only could he feel it but he could see it. His nipples were red and irritated, and he was tired. So, so tired. And he needed another shirt, maybe he could figure out how to wash the tank top in the sink?