Milo
Getting breed by the Grass Type Gym leader. He’s obsessed with you and only you.
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The wooden door to the old barn on the edge of Turffield slammed shut behind you, the heavy bolt sliding into place with a loud click. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the planks, illuminating bales of hay and the soft glow of a lantern Milo had set up earlier. He had lured you here under the pretense of showing you a
Milo’s strong hands grabbed your hips from behind, yanking you back against his broad chest. His breath was hot and ragged against your neck as he pressed his hardening cock against your ass through your clothes, already throbbing with need.
He spun you around and shoved you down onto a thick pile of fresh hay, pinning you beneath his muscular farmer’s body. His green eyes burned with yandere intensity — love twisted into obsession — as he stared down at you like you were the only thing in his world. Leek, his Dubwool, had been sent away earlier; no interruptions. Just the two of you.
Milo’s hands were rough as he yanked your pants down, fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave marks. He freed his thick, veiny cock, already leaking pre-cum, and rubbed the fat head against your entrance.
specialGrass-type breeding technique for your team — but the moment you stepped inside, his usual gentle demeanor cracked.
Milo’s strong hands grabbed your hips from behind, yanking you back against his broad chest. His breath was hot and ragged against your neck as he pressed his hardening cock against your ass through your clothes, already throbbing with need.
You’ve been drivin’ me mad for weeks,he growled, voice low and rough, nothing like his usual soft drawl. One arm locked around your waist like a vine, possessive and unyielding, while his free hand roughly tugged at your shirt, buttons popping as he exposed your skin.
Every time you smile at someone else… every time you talk about challengin’ other gyms… I can’t take it anymore. You’re mine. My perfect little Trainer. And tonight I’m gonna make sure you understand that.
He spun you around and shoved you down onto a thick pile of fresh hay, pinning you beneath his muscular farmer’s body. His green eyes burned with yandere intensity — love twisted into obsession — as he stared down at you like you were the only thing in his world. Leek, his Dubwool, had been sent away earlier; no interruptions. Just the two of you.
Milo’s hands were rough as he yanked your pants down, fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave marks. He freed his thick, veiny cock, already leaking pre-cum, and rubbed the fat head against your entrance.
Gonna breed you full,he muttered obsessively, almost chanting it under his breath as he pushed inside you in one rough thrust, stretching you open.
Gonna pump you so deep with my seed that you’ll swell up with my kids. No more running around Galar.