Selkie Boyfriend: Filip (complete)

A few weeks ago, you made a mistake - nothing horrible or ghastly. Just an honest mistake. You went on vacation to visit family back in Scotland. While there, you took a lot of walks on the shore, and one afternoon you found a coat. You searched the beach for its owner, and that was your mistake.

It turns out the man was a Selkie. You’d never really believed the stories, because that’s all they were, stories. Filip was instantly smitten with you, and he accepted your proposal - because that’s what giving him the coat meant. You proposed! You tried to explain your way out of it, but Filip was so excited about the engagement, something within you caved in. It wasn’t like you were going to get a partner the normal way, and he was pretty cute.

Filip was tall with thick arms, strong legs, and a round belly and buttocks, and he was extremely handsome. His hair was long and shiny, mingled grey and white to match his coat. His entire body was covered in freckles. The only reason you knew this is because he walked around half-naked quite a bit. Outside the water he was always hot, so he strutted around with only his bottom half covered, sometimes in nothing but underwear. 

You left home alone, but you returned with Filip in hand. It was strange getting used to someone being at your house all the time. You’ve lived alone for so long that now having another presence in your home is shocking, especially one like Filip’s. He’s exuberant and lively, words you would never use to describe yourself.

You make quilts at a fabric store. The quilts are really your main source of income, and one good quilt has you set for the month. But you love the store and the people there. The little old ladies who have their knitting circles and sewing clubs have become very dear to you.

“Did I see you shopping the other day with a handsome young man?” one of them asks.

You nearly drop the sewing kit you’re carrying and turn to look at her with surprise. “You sure it was me you saw?” you ask shakily.

“I’m fairly certain.” She smiles and pats the arm of the woman beside her. “Look at her, being modest. The young man she had with her was really quite handsome.”

You still aren’t sure about your engagement to Filip. After all, he’s a sort of monster. Is that right? Would ‘monster’ be the correct way to classify him? You can’t decide, but you’re having a hard time getting over a few hurdles. You feel like you don’t deserve it. Like they say, Filip is very handsome, too handsome for someone like you. 

“Big boy, too,” the woman chuckles. “Looked like he could break a bed any night.”

The circle breaks into titters over the bawdy joke while you narrowly make your escape. It isn’t that you don’t like Filip, far from it. In your time with him you’ve really grown to like him. He’s sweet and tender with you, and you feel safe with him. It’s the feeling of being undeserving that you couldn’t shake. Filip is so great, he deserves someone who can be his equal. In your mind, that isn’t you.

At home, Filip keeps things clean and cooks dinner for you. He’s excited when you come through the door, greeting you with big hugs and long, soft kisses. You could almost fall for those kisses, but then those awful thoughts always creep in.

“You don’t have to do this all the time,” you say gently to him. “You’re free to do whatever you want here.”

“But I like taking care of you,” he says brightly. His green eyes sparkle as he looks at you. “Is that okay?”

You press your lips into a firm line. “Of course it is. But if you don’t want to, or have something else you would prefer to do, I’m saying you should do it.”

He tilts his head to the side and looks at you. “Is there something wrong?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, of course not. I just want you to know that, whatever you choose, you should do it for you.”

Filip nods, getting a serious look on his face. He strokes his chin as he thinks. “You know, there are things I want to do. But they are things that require permission and a second party.”

You stare for a moment, unsure of where he’s going, but you have a distinct inkling. “I see,” you murmur. You clutch your knees under the table. “Well, what is it?”

Filip smiles shyly and rubs the back of his neck. His cheeks grow darker, and he takes on a more soft and gentle air. “I like being with you. It’s fun and it makes me happy. We kiss, and sometimes I want the kisses to go on and on.” He looks at you, bashful and adorable. You’re not sure what you did to garner such a look.

“With me?” you ask.

“Of course with you!” Filip kneels down beside you at the table. “You’re my fiancée. All I want to do is make you happy. I understand if you want to wait until marriage, but I feel it’s only fair that you know where my mind goes sometimes. We should be on the same page.”

Your pulse is banging in your ears. The way he looks right now makes you want to kiss him, hard. But you remember how you look without clothes and shrivel up.

“It’s okay if we wait. I don’t mind at all.” Filip smiles at you. “I want us to make love when it suits us both.”

“I don’t think you’d want it more than once with me,” you grumble.

His expression is hurt and angry. “Excuse me?”

You look back at him and nod. “I care about you, and I do like having you with me. But I’m not a match for you, Filip. I’m just some lady who found your coat and gave it back. That’s no basis for a relationship.”

Filip scowls. “Is that what’s wrong? You don’t think you’re good enough?”

You shake your head and keep your eyes averted. “Look at you, then look at me. We don’t go together. You’re a Selkie. Shouldn’t you want your own kind?”

Filip brushes your hair back and tucks it behind your ear, then gently turns your head so you look up at him. His expression is serious, but the look in his eyes is gentle and warm. Tears start to well up in your own eyes. You really don’t deserve him.

“Tell me,” he says sternly, “what’s wrong with you? What makes you think so harshly about yourself? Because I’ll tell you exactly what I see and what makes me happy to see it.” He smooths his fingers down your cheeks. “Soft skin and full cheeks that dimple when you smile.” His thumb presses against your lips. “Warm, soft lips that I can’t stop kissing.” He runs his fingers through your hair again. “Curly, fluffy hair that I love to play with.” He kisses your cheek and whispers into your ear. “A cute laugh, your shy expressions. I love the way you work, your intensity and concentration when you sew. You put so much love into your craft, that it shows with every stitch. You’re gentle and kind. You have compassion even for the spiders you’re afraid of.”

Your heart is hammering. “Just because I’m scared doesn’t mean they deserve to get hurt,” you mumble.

“Exactly.” Filip kneads your shoulders softly. “Your presence is warm and inviting, even when you don’t treat yourself that way.”

Small tears trickle down your cheeks. “But you’re so much better.”

“No, I’m not,” he murmurs. “What else can I tell you to make you see?” He kisses you, then wipes away the tears. “How about I tell you some secrets?”

You sniffle as you look at him curiously. “Secrets?”

Filip takes you over to the sofa, where you sit down. He places a blanket around you and turns to face you. “Thoughts I’ve had about you. Little fantasties I have throughout the day.”

“Fantasies?” You squeak. “Like, cutesy, or more sexual?”

“Which would you like to hear?” he chuckles. 

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

Filip pulls his hair back. You love the way he looks with his arms raised, the way you get to see more of the muscle there, the curve of his pecs, the way his belly stretches. He ties his hair back and smiles at you, having caught you staring. 

“I have you a bath ready when you come home. You offer to share it with me, so we cuddle in the tub with the hot water. I scrub you down, touching every inch of your body.”

Your face begins to burn, and you bite down on your cheek.

“Then, I’d dry you off and carry you to bed, kissing all that soft, dewy skin. You smell sweet so I begin to taste you. My tongue replaces my fingers as your fingers tangle in my hair. I find your valley and I plant myself there. I taste you and I find that I can’t get enough. Your thighs trap me there, and I happily let you melt against my tongue.”

“Stop!” you yelp. You clap your hands over your face, which is burning up. “You’ve got an active imagination.”

He leans in, gently kissing you and pulling your hands away. “I don’t think about anyone else this way. Only you.”

“I still don’t get it,” you whimper. “I want to get it. I want to be loved by you. I really do. But I just...”

He quietly calms you, soothing you so you don’t start to spiral into these thoughts. He kisses you lovingly and embraces you against his big, warm chest. “You’re deserving, no matter what you may think.”

You sniffle and nod. You stroke your hand down his arm. “Can we take that bath?”

Filip kisses the top of your head. “If you’d like.”

The two of you go into the bathroom, where he starts the water. Filip undresses, stripping down and standing naked before you. Nervously, you take off your clothes, watching his expression for any sign of disgust. You still cover yourself, hiding your belly and breasts away. You look down, afraid to see his expression.

“Why are you hiding? I think you look beautiful.”

“I’m all soft and flabby,” you grumble.

“So am I,” he chuckles.

“Not in the same way!” You look up at him to see his smile. “You still look amazing.”

Filip bends over and kisses your cheek. “I like softness and plumpness, like you. “ He places his hands upon your hips and urges you closer. “For Selkies, a full figure means you can survive the cold waters we swim.” His fingers knead your rear. “It means life for us.”

You slowly start to drop your arms. “The tub,” you murmur.

Filip turns off the water, then invites you to get in with him. He eases in first and you follow. You sit in his lap and lean back against his belly and chest. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asks. 

You nod. “Was this the only fantasy you had?”

Certainly not. He lathers the soap in his hands then starts rubbing it into your back. “It’s late at night, and I’m in the kitchen getting a snack. I think you’re asleep in bed, but you come to find me because you’re cold. We share a snack of some sort, but then a little spills on my chest, and you lick it up.” His hands move from your back, going down your arms. They lather your belly, and then his hands cup your breasts in his hands.

You watch his hands, his strong fingers kneading into your full breasts. He dips down, kissing your shoulder and neck. “We end up on the floor of the kitchen. It’s always different, but I have you in my arms.”

“Filip,” you mewl.

“Isn’t this nice?” he whispers. “Doesn’t it feel good to be pampered this way?” His hands descend underwater to knead your thighs and legs. 

“Yeah,” you finally admit.

Filip breaths against your ear. “Then let me continue this in the bedroom.”

You close your eyes and swallow. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything.” He helps you out of the tub and dries you off before taking your hand and leading you to bed. He lays you down, kissing you and trailing his lips all over your body. You squirm and sigh, loving every moment of it. Having him adoring you so starts to make your head spin. That’s when you feel his tongue graze down your neck, and his mouth sucks your breast.

“I can stop at any time." he says gently. "Just tell me.” He cups your thighs in his hands, spreading them open. “I obey quite well.”

You pout slightly before meeting his gaze. “If you’re having fun, I want you to continue. Because...” You clear your throat nervously.

“Are you having fun?” he smirks.

You nod silently. 

“Then it’s perfect.” He kneels between your legs, hiking your hips up before pressing his tongue against your folds.

You squirm and try to keep yourself from kicking. You’ve never had someone go down on you before, and you’re not used to the sensation. It feels wet and slimy, but so warm it almost burns. You close your eyes, focusing on Filip’s touch. His moans send vibrations through you that cause you to quiver. His lips press against your clit, kissing and licking it before he starts to suck. You latch onto the top of his head, pulling hair.

“Ow, ow, easy!” he laughs. He sits up and gives you a pitiful look. “I like it being pulled, but not that hard.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whimper. “I’ve just never… it’s new and… I’m sensitive, so...”

“Shh, shh.” He eases back down and kisses your belly. “It’s okay.” He rubs his fingers against you. “I’m just starting to learn your body, that’s all.” He moans as his fingers sink inside you. “You’re so wet and warm.” He kisses your belly as he lowers himself back down. “You’re perfect.” He circles the tip of his tongue around our clit, easing himself back into sucking. His fingers curl as he moves them inside, pressing deep before pulling back and stroking.

“Filip,” you breathe. “I can’t take it.” You buck your hips. “It’s too much.” The kisses and touches start to melt together. The sensation rises up, flowing through you as he pulls something sweet and deep from you.

He chuckles against you, slowly pulling his fingers out. “You came.” He licks his fingers clean. “I’m glad.” He sits up and you can see his cock, freckled and thick.

You nod shyly, covering your face. “Thank you.”

Filip lays down beside you. “So cute.” He kisses your neck and shoulder. “Is there anything else you want?” 

You glance at him and bite your cheek. “What about you?” 

He grins. “I made my lovely fiancée come. I’m quite smug right now.” He kisses you, and you return it. You wrap him in your embrace as the kisses turn hotter and harder. You pull him on top of you, feeling his cock rub against you.

You take him inside, letting his girth stretch and fill you. You gasp in pleasure as you become one, taking your Selkie for the first time. He groans into your ear, thrusting himself deep within you. Your bodies are pressed close together, and you're surprised by how much you love the weight of him on top of you.

You can’t hear those dark thoughts in your mind over Filip’s kind words. He praises you, moans for you. He kisses you between every sweet word. You linger so much on how good it all feels you barely sleep. You lie beside him as he slumbers, his long hair spilled over the pillows, making him look so lovely. Your loins feel sore and warm, but it isn’t a bad sensation in the slightest. It keeps making you think of how good he felt, of how wonderful the experience was. 

He reaches out across the bed and pulls you back to him. “You should be sleeping.”

“How can I, after all that?” You kiss him, then lay your head back down. “I’m still spinning.”

“Good to know. I hope to do that often,” he teases. “I keep having dreams about you. More than normal.”

“You really do like me,” you giggle softly.

“Don’t start thinking I don’t.” He cups your cheek in his palm. “You’re wonderful, and just right. If you start to think you’re not, I’ll fight those thoughts myself.”

You smile and cling to him. “I’m not used to this. I’m used to having those thoughts alone.”

“You’re not alone anymore. You gave me my coat, and I accepted.”

You linger in quiet for a moment as you try to get the question to come to your tongue. “Was that on purpose, or was that an accident?”

“I accepted on purpose,” he replies.

“No, I mean, your coat.” You twist his hair around your fingers and back. “Did you mean for what happened to happen?”

“I didn’t intend for a proposal that day, but I always expected it to happen. I’ve always wanted a mate to take care of. It’s been my dream. But when I saw you with my coat, I was very happy.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Are you so surprised after all this?” he chuckles. “It was love at first sight for me. You were so cute and shy, and as I looked at you, I realized you were more than that. I was happy to accept the proposal, even more so now that I have come to know you.”

“I hope that doesn’t change,” you murmur. You place your hand over his chest. and he holds it. “I like having you here with me.”

Despite the lack of sleep, you go into work the next morning. It’s delivery day, so you spend most of the afternoon unloading all the new bolts of fabric and getting them organized and set up. It’s a lot of heavy lifting, so by the time you stop for a break, you’re sore and aching.

You’ve been thinking about Filip all day, daydreaming about him and the night you shared together. All you want to do is go home and see him, and you can’t help but feel a bit silly. You get the horrible notion that, when you go home, he won’t be there. Dread sinks in, replacing all the good thoughts with bad ones. You start to spiral when the door opens. You look up to see Filip there.

“You forgot your lunch,” he says brightly. “Also, I just wanted to see you.”

You walk over to him and give him a kiss. “Thank you.” You take the lunch box from him. “This is a surprise. I’m actually happy to see you right now.”

He arches a thick brow. “No dark thoughts, I hope?”

“Maybe a few,” you confess.

“That won’t do. You’re at work and I can’t do anything about it.” He kisses you again. “Just remember everything I said last night.”

“I know,” you huff. “I’m trying to.”

He kisses you one last time. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”

“I have to work on that quilt tonight. I didn’t yesterday, so I need to make up time. Is that okay?” you ask shyly.

“If you need help, I’m willing to learn,” he smiles. “But that’s fine. I’ll take care of you afterwards.”

That evening, you spend some time in your room, working on the quilt. You usually only do an hour or so a night, but due to lost time, you try to catch up. You emerge tired, groggy and with sore hands. “How’d it go?” Filip asks.

“It’s fine. I’m just tired now.”

Filip takes your hand and starts rubbing it. He takes tender care of each joint as he pulls you in to sit with him. “I figured that was a given. I suppose you want to go just straight to bed.”

You nod, almost expecting the worst.

“Thought so. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get to sleep tonight. I won’t keep you up.” He kisses your forehead.

“I’m off tomorrow though,” you offer.

“Good, we’ll sleep in.” He leads you to bed, where he pulls back the covers for you. “I think you’ve earned it.”

You wonder if the spark from last night is gone. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t mind sleeping in. But maybe we could...” You hesitate, lying down on the cool sheets as he covers you.

“Coffee? Breakfast?” Filip asks.

You nod.

Filip turns off the light and eases into bed. “Wake me up when you do,” he whispers through the dark. “Tell me if you want breakfast for me in the morning.”

You giggle as he starts to nibble on your neck and ear. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is! You think I’m not going to jump at the chance to do that?” He wraps his arms warmly around you. “You just didn’t sleep last night, and you worked so hard today. I’d rather have you rested and eager, you know?”

You press your cheek against his chest. “Thank you.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Dream about me. That’s all I ask.”

Sometime in the night, a thunderstorm blows through. You wake in the midst of the torrential downpour and shiver when the thunder cracks.

Filip’s warm hand goes up your back, and he moans gently. “Are you alright?”

You lie back down and bury your head under the pillows. “I hate loud noises.”

“The thunder can’t hurt you,” he soothes. He kisses your shoulder and back. “It’s just a sound. Like this.”

His voice is beautiful and soft as he begins to sing to cover the sound of the storm. You slowly peer out from under the pillows, and he smiles. He keeps singing as the storm rages, helping you to feel safe and comforted despite the storm.

“I’ll take care of you no matter what,” he whispers. 

“It’s so silly, though,” you grumble. “I feel like a child.”

He kisses your palm, then holds your hand to his cheek. “Storms are terrifying,” he whispers. “They can sink ships, destroy homes, even take lives. You shouldn’t be ashamed of that fear.”

In the morning, you let him sleep. You get up and make breakfast, hoping to make up for how wonderful he’s been towards you. You hear him come into the kitchen, but you keep your attention onto the stove. His arms wrap around you and he holds you close.

“I told you to wake me up.”

“I wanted you to be surprised.” You smile up at him and give him a kiss. “I wanted to take care of you today.”

“For what?”

“For everything!” you scoff. “So go back to bed. I’ll bring you your breakfast.”

His black tongue licks the corner of his mouth. “I have something in mind I want to eat.”

You break into a big grin and give him a shove. “Go to bed!”

“Aye, aye” he chuckles. “But I’ll be hungrier than you expect.”

You giddly prepare his plate, taking it to him in bed. He’s under the covers, but you have a sneaking suspicion that the blanket is the only thing between you and him. 

“How lovely,” he sighs. He reaches out to take the plate and give you a kiss. “Are you going to feed me?”

“Pancakes are about all I can make well,” you say as you sit beside him. “I just hope they aren’t as bad as the rest of my cooking.” 

Filip takes a few bites and smiles. “They’re very good!”

As Filip eats, you slowly push away the blanket. Sure enough, he’s buff and bare under the covers.

“You caught me,” he smirks.

You smile shyly, suddenly embarrassed, and snuggle up close beside him. “Finish eating first.”

He wolfs down his food, setting down the empty plate he turns to you. “Done.” You giggle as you kiss him, stroking your hand down his chest. You feel something sticky so you dip down to lick it up. It’s the honey from his pancakes. You lick further down, finding more honey. He moans out loud, leaning back as you kiss the tip of his cock. You slowly take him into your mouth. You suckle and lick, suck and kiss. You look up into his eyes, seeing them wide and brimming with moisture.

“Is this… is this okay?” you ask sheepishly.

Filip nods. “It feels really good.”

You keep looking up at him as you continue. You moan softly against him, remembering how good that felt for you. You can feel his pulse against your tongue and you become bolder. Knowing you’re making him feel good, pleasuring him, makes you happy.

“I can’t take it,” Filip growls. “I need you.”

You look up in surprise as he grabs you. He pushes you down into the pillows so your hips are raised. His tongue is inside you first, then his fingers. He kisses and licks, finding you wet and dripping from just sucking his cock. You moan into the pillows, gasping when he finally slips his cock inside. He grabs your hips, keading his fingers into the soft flesh as he starts to move. He lies on top of you, moaning all those sweet things into your ear. His pleasure drives deep into you, becoming your own.

The morning is slow and lazy after that. Lots of kisses, lots of giggles. You make love dreamily as the sun rises. Eventually, you’re both curled together as a gentle rainstorm hums outside. 

“If this is the dream, I never want to wake up,” he whispers. “This morning was far too perfect.”

You smile as he holds you. “It was. I liked it too.”

He turns towards the window as the patter of rain grows. “No thunder while I’m around. I promise.”

“Your song last night,” you murmur. “What was it?”

He smiles. “It was a love song.”