I need more milo breeding kink stuff ong👀👀👀

(openly weeping) I can't.... I can't do it anon...... I promised I'd only do it once, there's no more left, I can't possibly.... (Looks up r34 of Milo)..... Oh one more.... (Shakey breath).....just one more.

Warnings: it's breeding kink Milo what more can I warn you about??? You can read that there's a sexual kink in here what do you think the writing is gonna be about? Fem reader, (sobbing).

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"Milo..." Comes your sweet strained voice, trying to stay quiet in the echoing walls of the guys changing room.

Your husband is less concerned, holding onto your waist with either of his massive hands and fucking into you with reckless abandon. The only two things preventing just anyone from walking in and seeing you together is your long skirt that covers his entire lap, and more importantly your conjoined sex, and the gym bag in front of the door to hopefully deter people from coming in.

"More... Sweetheart...?" When he's like this, it's best to just agree, turning your head to the side and kissing him, assuring him it's alright. He's become so sexually deviant lately, and you've found that you don't mind it, all because he confessed that he "Didn't mind havin' sex till yer more pregnant then a Galavantula." And seeing as that Pokemon literally has thousands of babies, you got the point pretty quick.

Lucky for him, you're also perverted, even out for need some convincing to go along with his plans in public. "Just testin' the waters, that's all." That's what he had said when you agreed to have sex in the locker room, you knew he was gauging your reactions to see how well you took everything in such a place. Someone could walk in at anytime after all, one gym bag couldn't really prevent them.

And yet you're there, egging him on further, "Faster Milo, I'm... I'm gonna—" his sweaty chest on your back is pushed even more against you as he leans forward to kiss the back of your neck. Inadvertently moving you both closer together as a whole, cock snug inside you as he continues using you as a personal cocksleeve.

"I know dear, I know, you're snugger then a—"

"Milo!" Comes your squeaky voice, much too wound up to deal with him further embarrassing you.

"Too much? Alrighty then, I'll keep that one in mind..." Picking up the pace, he fucks into you fast enough to make your mind go numb, and you clutch onto his shorts, pulling that fabric taught in your grip.

He's going to be the death of you, for sure! Moaning, you feel the snap of something hot deep within your gut and call out his name weakly, softly begging him to slow down, but you know he won't. He never does, because you asked him not to.

Quickly overstimulated, you hear him chuckle in your ear, "Maybe it'll take this time, third time's the charm and all that!" Before pulling you flush to his body, your broken up groan music to his ears as he close this eyes shut and uses your body to milk him dry.

His cum is always so hot inside, deep and filling, warming you up to the point that you think you're going to have to undress. But you know you can't, he put you in the skirt to hide the fact that you'll have cum dripping down your legs as you leave the locker room.

"Milo..." You whine, and he gets the idea quick, using his strength to lift you off of his cock and turn you around to face him, before nestling his still hard dick back inside. The deep shudder from you and the slightly pained groan from him is a sure sign that you'll be going for more, even though he insisted it'd just be a quick couple rounds...

"There's my wife, all sweet with my semen deep inside-" he whistles quietly, "Yer really the most beautiful woman I know."

"How can you say that without dying inside?"

"Mmm," he hums, nuzzling his face into your neck, "Can a husband not be excited at the idea of his wife being bred full? Anytime I think about it, I just can't stop... I'm so lucky that you put up with me."

Kissing his head and moving your arms to hold onto him, you note with no surprise, "I can feel you're still hard inside me Milo, I know damn well you're just sweet talking me cause you know you're not done."

"Did it work?"

"You know it always does."

"Then... Another round, my dear breedable wife?"

You nod, smiling at the silly term, "Of course, I would've said no to the whole ordeal otherwise."

And you do very much get fucked silly, over and over again, he doesn't tell you but he actually locked the locker room door, so no one would bother you whatsoever. He's just that good of a husband, really.

He's also good enough of a husband to make sure you don't leave until he's came inside you enough to for-sure be pregnant, legs wobbly and balance off kilter, and then insist he walk you home... Just so he can have more sex! A farm boy has gotta have stamina, it's just an unwritten rule, and when it comes to fucking his wife, somehow his stamina nearly seems infinite...