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The first time you caught Bruno Buccellati’s eye was a day the black-haired selkie would never forget.
I t had been summertime in Naples and the day had been plagued by the first truly humid day that marked the start of the next few balmy weeks. Bruno had been returning from another job the boss had specifically picked him for, his body aching from the new bruises that were no doubt forming on his arms, legs and chest. It was exhausting, hiding his true nature to try and live amongst the people to find his perfect mate, but until Bruno did, he had no choice but to continue this. It was one of the reasons he’d joined Passione after his father’s hospitalisation - there was no better place to hide being a selkie than to do so amongst humans. Despite his newly formed Stand, Bruno still had the habit back then of fighting with his fists, relishing the crunch of bones and the way flesh sometimes split beneath the weathered skin that covered his boney knuckles. Sticky Fingers, while an excellent Stand, had still been unwieldy when he first started using his powers, and Bruno hadn’t yet understood exactly what the strange being was capable of in a fight. So, as he’d usually done, he had settled for his physical powers against those that had tried to sell in the territory he’d been assigned to.
Now that it was over though, Bruno had staggered through the streets, unable to afford the taxi that could have taken him home when he hadn’t even been paid for the job yet. It had been hellish - he was barely hanging on after his father’s passing and funeral, the young selkie feeling truly alone in the world for the first time in his life, and he’d been looking forward to crashing on the couch once he reached his apartment. He’d been thinking, tiredly, about what he should eat later that evening after he’d had a nap to regain some of his strength. Bruno was looking forward to returning home, where his cloak lay draped across the back of the couch and entertained the idea of going out for a swim in his seal form when a commotion in the apartment building next to his had caught his attention. At first, he’d groaned, his scent turning sour in aggravation as he realised that it would be impossible to nap with all the hollering that was happening next door. He’d watched with baleful eyes, one hand fishing in the right pocket of his ratty jeans, as several muscular men walked in and out of the building next door, carrying furniture and boxes - a new neighbour? He’d wondered, frowning, his head tilting to the side as he tried to remember if his informants had told him about this development.
He’d been annoyed and had half a mind to scare off the newcomer for entering ‘his’ territory - that is until he saw you during a brief pause in the line of movers.
Bruno remembered when he’d first caught sight of you, standing anxiously beside the moving truck, a small flowerpot in hand. You’d seemed to be waiting, shifting from foot to foot, your pretty (E/C) eyes flickering from the van to the door. You had been incredibly cute, wearing a flattering dress that blew lightly in the warm breeze that just so happened to pass by, carrying the softest, sweetest scent in Bruno’s direction. He didn’t think he’d ever smelled something so perfect: it was as if he’d been waiting all his life for that one moment in time, his sanity hanging by a thread that pulled and pulled tighter, threatening to snap beneath this sudden change in his life. He had frozen in place, wide-eyed with shock and awe, his mouth salivating at the absolutely divine smell that filled his lungs - peaches, green tea, the barest hint of something tangy like raspberries. Bruno remembered a flash of… something rush through him at that moment, a thick heat that seared through his flesh and bones to settle heavily in the pit of his gut, his inner instincts prickling in attention with an energy that he didn’t understand at the time. Suddenly, the world had seemed to slow to a crawl, the black-haired man’s heart leaping into the back of his throat as you suddenly turned your gaze to him.
The moment you’d looked at him with those beautiful (E/C) eyes of yours and a shy, nervous smile brightened your face, Bruno knew he was a complete goner. The wind had blown past you both, the silence stretching on as you both stared at one another. It felt like the universe collided in the back of Bruno’s mind, feeling something heated and possessive welling in the pit of his chest as he gaped at your beauty. The sunset framed you, reminding him of the few times he’d been able to sneak into a museum while out on a job, his mind bringing the image of the ‘Birth of Venus’ to the forefront of his thoughts. It was like the sun itself was trying to climb down from the sky just so it could kiss you, that it could worship you, the most splendid being that walked on the surface of the earth. Bruno had felt his breath catch in the back of his throat, fascinated by you, an ache he’d never felt before - yearning - filling his heart, body and mind so viscerally that it frightened him. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from you for even a moment, out of fear that you would simply cease to exist.
You were beautiful, gorgeous, magnificent… and Bruno, weak, lonely Bruno, wished for all the world that you were his.
“Hello!” You’d chirped the greeting, your voice breaking Bruno out of his love-struck stupor, the selkie blinking stupidly as you continued to give him your heart-stopping smile, “I’m (Y/F/N),” You introduced yourself, so easily like you had nothing to fear from Bruno. Perhaps you hadn’t - at the time, you’d been downwind from him, unable to scent Bruno, but that hardly mattered to him. He’d watched you raise your hand and give him a sweet little wave, your lips opening to say something else - but like a coward Bruno rushed into his apartment building, his face warm and eyes wide as he slammed the door shut behind him before you could speak. Sinking to the ground, Bruno wrapped his hands around his mouth, mortified and flustered with his rude actions, though he couldn’t bear to step outside his home to greet you face to face again. He’d been stuck there, lost in the whirlwind of emotion that felt like it was going to consume him from the inside out. He tried to regain what little sanity he had, but your scent lingered in his mind as his inner thoughts howled against Bruno’s actions, demanding that he go out there and claim you.
It took almost an hour for the black-haired man to calm himself down, and by that time the moving van was long gone and you were probably inside your apartment, busy unpacking. Bruno remembered that he spent almost the entire night tossing and turning, half-awake dreams of you plaguing his restless mind. In the morning, he would sit in his bed and stare out the window, catching a peak of you inside your apartment and feel his heart leap into the back of his throat once more. Just like the day before, he would be smitten with you, your very existence consuming all of his thoughts as you wandered about your apartment, unaware of Bruno’s gaze. Seeing you, so sweet and innocent, Bruno felt an anxiety grip his chest, thoughts straying to the many criminals that roamed the streets of Naples - him being one of them. He’d been struck with a need to keep you safe and secure, and what better way to do so than to court you, mate you, and keep you locked away in the comfort of Bruno’s home? It was with those thoughts that the selkie finally got out of his bed, intent on finding the best courting gifts money could buy, the flickering embers of a disturbing obsession settling in the core of his being.
In all honesty, you barely remember the first time you meet Bruno Buccellati, that one summer day so long ago. It’s all the other times following that first, brief meeting that remains cemented in your mind, even as the years begin to trickle by.
You barely swallow back the scream that threateningly built in the back of your throat when you spot yet another bouquet on the welcome mat outside your apartment. It had been weeks since you’d first moved to this new location and you’d just started to believe you might have managed to shake Bruno off of your trail after weeks of no new ‘courting’ gifts. The strange man had been pursuing you for over three years at this point, and no matter how far away you moved from him he always seemed to find you. At first, you had been flattered by Bruno’s sweet gestures, quickly growing a friendship with the black-haired man after you first began to live in the apartment building next to him. After all, you had had no friends in Naples at the time, and Bruno had seemed so sincere with the desire to court you that you had been unable to stop the flutter in your heart. He’d seemed like a good guy - kind, warm, friendly, protective, you had seen how he spoke to his neighbours and treated the children who would often play close to your apartment building. You had been so certain that even if you didn’t feel the same attraction as he and rejected his attempts at courting that the black-haired man would have stepped back and accepted the hand of friendship you offered. But he’d been devastated, demanding to know what he’d done wrong for you to reject him so coldly. You remembered the anger in his bright blue gaze, how cold he’d seemed, those big, warm hands that had always touched you so gently turning painful as he gripped your shoulders and growled that you were meant to be his .
You sighed deeply, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as the memories washed over you. After that day, you had been increasingly wary of Bruno and the gifts he left for you. You’d taken to avoiding him as best you could, with minimal results to show for your efforts. It didn’t help that all of your neighbours had seemed disappointed with you as well, tutting or clicking their tongues at you when you tried to reject another bouquet or basket of food, especially around the times that your heats would be starting, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, how ungrateful - to think Bruno would have chosen such a stubborn girl to court,” They’d say, pretending to keep their voices down so you wouldn’t be able to hear them, though you always did, “Honestly, when would that girl ever find a man more capable, kind and generous than Bruno. It’s a shame, really,” You remembered the despair you felt as Bruno wouldn’t let up on courting you, his actions becoming bolder, more open as he tried to corner you into giving in and allowing him to date you. It hadn’t been long after he’d made his intentions known that he had slipped up and shown you just what he was - a selkie, and a powerful one at that. You’d been terrified that he would drag you into the ocean if you stayed in the same city, so you moved away for the first time, thinking you would be able to escape the increasingly obsessed Bruno.
Thus, the game of cat and mouse between you and Bruno commenced. With every street, city or town you moved you, you became more and more aware of Bruno’s ties to not only ‘law enforcement’, but the criminal underworld. In fact, it was only when you’d finally moved to Rome and attempted to change your name through some shady back-alley gangster that you realised the magnitude of who Bruno was and the power he wielded. Even now, it left you nervous and out of breath, constantly looking over your shoulder to see if you were being followed by Bruno’s underlings wherever you went. You knew that it was only a matter of time before he stopped playing around, pretending to be patient while ‘waiting’ for you to accept his proposal. You would be trapped, unable to do anything or ask for help from anyone, especially when you remembered the letters Bruno had sent, describing his desires and hopes for a future - a house, a stable family, pups - and shuddered. You knew that this would be your last chance to escape him, so you had moved as far north as you could, desperately covering your tracks by dying and cutting your hair, styling it differently, anything you could think of.
This time, though, you hadn’t heard from Bruno for weeks, and knowing exactly the kind of work he did you had been half-hopeful (and a tiny bit disappointed) that he would have become a target from some other gang. Unfortunately, seeing the gift, made you aware that this was not the case and you sighed deeply as you opened your front door, picking up the bouquet and trying to ignore the way your mouth dried out at the scent that seemed to constantly cling to Bruno coming from the slightly blooming roses. You wrinkled your nose in distaste, ignoring the way something inside your mind swooned and whined at the smell, the building heat in your body making it difficult to try and focus on anything other than the flowers once you were inside your apartment. Ever since Bruno had first laid his hands on you and kissed you almost a year ago, you’d been filled with increasingly stranger thoughts. There were times where you had rejected Bruno, only for something deep inside your psyche to whine and cry about you denying your ‘mate’. Without a second’s hesitation, you tossed them into the nearby trashcan, idly reminding yourself that you needed to take it out when the smell wouldn’t dissipate. ‘ Take them out!’ You heard your inner thoughts whine as you went to the fridge to grab a cold bottle of water, ‘I need that scent, need Bruno to come here, miss Bruno, want him, wanna be good and give Bruno pups~!’
Shaking your head to try and push the increasingly needy and strange thoughts to the back of your mind, you drank down the cool water as quickly as you could. You were parched, your throat clicking tackily whenever you swallowed the small amount of spit that pooled in your mouth. An itching throb on both sides of your neck caught your attention and you groaned when you placed a surprisingly cold hand against the strange bumps that had recently grown on your neck, “Shit, they feel inflamed… I guess I’ll need to go back to that doctor’s office anyway, now,” The mumbled words barely reached your ears through the cotton of your raging thoughts, and you grimaced when you caught another lovely whiff of Bruno’s scent. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that the reason his scent was so strong was that he was in the apartment with you… but that was impossible. Even if Bruno had somehow managed to bypass the lobby security to place that bouquet on your doorstep, there was no way he would have been able to enter your apartment without your notice. You’d bought a specialised lock, after all, and you were the only one who had the keys to said lock. If there had been any interference, you would have noticed… but still, you couldn’t stop the small moan that passed your lips, your brows furrowing in confusion when the smell just seemed to be getting stronger, “Fuck… I need to get to my ne-bed! My bed,” You mumbled, stumbling out of your kitchen, your hands tugging at your clothing as your skin began to overheat.
You were so focused on your task that you didn’t notice the shadow in the corner of your living room as you wandered through, tossing your clothing any which way. When you reached the small, closed-off space that was your room you groaned in relief as you pulled off the last of your clothing. You stood there, swaying, buck naked and shivering as slick began to coat the insides of your thighs before shaking your head and stumbling into your bedroom. The safety and comfort of your bed - ‘nest’ your thoughts purred - was so close, your instincts fuzzing up your mind even further and making you less aware of the person who had stepped out of the shadows. Bruno stared at your figure, admiring the sight of you, the black-haired selkie having missed you after spending so long taking down the old boss of Passione and having to help Giorno overhaul the old system. He’d been too busy to look for you during those many weeks and had been worried that by the time he was free to seek you out that you might have been snatched up by some other, unworthy man - or beast, considering how delicious you smelled to him. Luckily for him, you seemed to have settled in this town, though he could tell from your sparse furniture that you were ready and willing to leave if you needed to. It hurt his heart to have you so wary and uncomfortable, but Bruno was determined to have you, to finally stake his claim on you now that you had finally accepted one of his gifts into your home. It was now time for the selkie to bring you home - to that little cottage by the sea, where Giorno had promised he would never have to worry about prying eyes as long as he remained by the new Don’s side.
Slowly, Bruno began unclothing himself once he could smell the shift in your scent, your already sweet smell gaining that extra edge of someone in heat. He knew that you were fully under the control of your newly awakened instincts and had already accepted him as your mate, something that pleased Bruno more than he cared to admit. Even so, he was quiet as he unclothed himself, a small rumble vibrating in the back of his throat as your heat began to seduce him, Bruno’s rut simmering hotly in the pit of his gut. Soon, he was stark naked, besides the black and white pelt that remained draped over his shoulders - traditional for him to wear during his first coupling with you. ‘Mate, mate, mate, need to claim mate, need to breed the pretty human, make you mine’ , His inner thoughts swirled with possessive intent, and it didn’t take long before Bruno could no longer hold himself back from entering your room. If he’d had the patience, he would have gathered a gift of food before requesting entrance to your nest, as was traditional, but he’d been waiting too long for you. You jolted up in bed when you felt his presence, your pretty (E/C) eyes dazed and confused as you stared at him, uncomprehendingly, “Bruno? What… how-?” A voice screamed in the back of your mind out of panic, but the scent of the man in front of you just made you feel hotter, slicker, your cunt aching with the need to be fucked and filled by the selkie that stood just outside of the pile of pillows, blankets and other soft things you’d dragged onto your bed. You whined sharply when Bruno growled lowly in response to your call of his name, your hands instinctively reaching out to him, the logical side of your mind becoming overwhelmed by the sheer need that slammed through the pit of your gut, “Please, B-Bruno… I need you.”
Bruno took your actions as permission to enter your nest, the black-haired man quickly moving to join you inside the comfortable space, “Shhh, amore, shhh, I’m here now, there’s nothing to worry about anymore,” His voice was a soft croon as he crawled atop your heated body, the warmth of your soft skin feeling perfect against his. Bruno felt his cock twitch when you spread yourself wider, arching your back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you tried to pull him down into a kiss, “So beautiful… do you have any idea how long I’ve had to search for you, my pretty mate? I almost thought I’d lost you - but you were waiting here for me, so perfect and close to your heat,” He chuckled lowly, allowing you to use your meagre strength to pull him into a kiss, his lips eagerly devouring your mouth, swallowing the weak, whimpering little cries you breathily released. Bruno shuddered, feeling the way your hands gripped at his pelt, the warm fur scrunching beneath your hands as you tugged at it, trying to get it off of him. He wondered blearily if you planned to incorporate the sealskin into the rest of your nest - the thought making something primal and possessive unfurl in the pit of his gut. Gods, he wanted you, had wanted you from the first moment his eyes laid upon you, and now you were here, in his arms, beneath him, naked and wanting and ready to bear him the children he desired to bring into this world with you.
Breaking the kiss with a groan, Bruno trailed his lips over your cheeks, your chin and down your neck until they landed on the raised bumps where your scent was the strongest. You shuddered and whined, your nails digging into the soft seal skin that he had draped over his shoulders, your mind swirling thickly from all of the sensations that rushed through your body, “Bruno, please, please, I need you, please, I need more, gimme more,” Your whining pleas egged the flames of Bruno’s desires on, his hands, clawed now, so much different from the last time he’d touched you, gripped your waist, pinning you to the nest of bedding you were sprawled out over. Saliva filled his mouth, his mind becoming foggy as he lapped at the swollen gland, the taste of your pheromones urging the selkie to bite down and claim you immediately. But no, he had to hold himself back, had to fill your womb with his seed before he could tie you to him completely and utterly. He reluctantly pulled away from your neck, beginning to trail more kisses, licks and sucked down your chest, where he buried his face between the valley of your breasts, nuzzling and sucking deep, bruising marks into the skin, “A-ah, Bruuuuuno, please s-stop teasing me!” You whimpered, your hands shifting to tangle your fingers in his hair when you were continuously unsuccessful at removing the coat covering his body. The selkie chuckled at your whining, charmed that you would be so desperate now that you had finally given into him, his heart fluttering with affection as his surprisingly sharp teeth nipped teasingly at the underside of your left breast. You gasped in surprise at the slight sting, (E/C) eyes staring down at Bruno as he laved his tongue over the area, soothing the mark even as your body throbbed with want for more.
“Hmmm, so impatient, carina. Don’t you think I deserve to take my time playing with your pretty body after how long I’ve been courting you?” He murmured breathily, kissing his way to your nipple and taking the hardened bud into his mouth. He suckled from you, the strangely pleasant feeling ebbing through your body and making your juices flow from your cunt before he popped his mouth off of you to give you a smirk, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time, after all; I want to worship you, to bring you to the edge of pleasure over and over again with my mouth until you’ll beg me to claim you, mark you as my mate and fill your pretty belly with my pups,” Bruno’s words made you shudder, a combination of fear and desire licking hotly at your mind. He continued to lap and kiss his way down your body, his hands moving to cup and knead your breasts while he nuzzled his face between your plush thighs. You spread them instinctively, aching to feel more of the black-haired man’s affection, his fingers pinching your nipples and sending sparks of electricity licking up your spine. You tipped your head back with a low moan when that broad, surprisingly rough tongue dragged between your flushed labia, the swollen folds parting easily for the muscle. The blade of his tongue ground over your clit and you whined at the intense bloom of arousal that fogged your mind further, your hazy eyes locking with the dark blue pools that stared up at you with hungry lust, “Hahh, you taste so sweet, amore mio, just look at how wet and eager you are for me… I can practically smell how badly you need to be bred,” Bruno’s voice growled against the lips of your cunt, the selkie burying his face between your thighs to suck and lick the soft folds.
A whimper breaks from your throat, your mind spinning dizzily as the words settled over you like a warm blanket. You knew, somewhere deep inside of you, that this was wrong, that you shouldn’t feel so deeply needy for Bruno, for his touch, for his voice, for the future that he keeps speaking of - but at the same time you so desperately want that life, that future, this man between your thighs who ate you out like you were an oasis in the desert. You were at war with yourself, uncertain if this was truly what you wanted, what you deserved, but you couldn’t bear the thought of pushing Bruno away any longer, “I-I want it,” You whimpered breathily, hands clutching at the selkie’s silky black hair while he slowly speared your pussy open with his tongue, “I want that, I want you, I w-want to carry your babies, please, oh gods, please Bruno!” Your ragged, desperate pleading had him shifting his hands to hold onto your hips, pulling you closer to his face and purring deeply. His lips and tongue vibrated with the sound, the sensation echoing through your sensitive inner walls, your clit, your entire body it felt like, encouraging the hot coil in the pit of your gut to tighten. Your cunt tightened around his tongue, trying to draw it in deeper despite the overwhelming urge that told you it wasn’t enough, that you needed more from Bruno, “Bruuuuunoooooo, please, I need more, I need your cock inside me, please, please, ‘m so empty it hurts! Please fill me, fuck me, make me yours, please oh please!” You knew you were babbling, the words flowing from your lips without pause as you felt the pleasure from the selkie’s expert mouth pushing you higher and higher to the edge of your peak, keeping you hovering there unbearably before he gave your clit one last rough suckle.
You came with a hoarse cry of Bruno’s name, your thighs clenching around his head to keep him where he was as waves of intense, burning pleasure washed through you. Your hands tightened in his hair and you writhed beneath him, bucking into his tongue while also desperate to get away as he continued to thrust the muscle in and out of your pussy with slow, methodical motions. He helped you through your pleasure, lapping at you until you became sensitive and tried to push him away, at which point he used his grip on your hips to flip you onto your side. You gasped, mewling his name prettily, hazy eyes watching as Bruno’s wet face came closer to yours before his lips descended upon your gasping mouth. He kissed you with a ferocity that had you shivering and arching into him as best you could, the selkie’s hands carefully positioning you so you would be sprawled on your belly. Using his strength, Bruno hiked your hips upwards, propping you up using some of the many pillows that had accumulated on your bed before he slotted his hips against the soft curve of your ass. You broke the kiss with a heated moan of his name, spreading your thighs wider so you could feel the hot, hard length of your (stalker, obsessive neighbour, courting partner) impromptu lover’s cock. Bruno groaned throatily, grinding against you with eager movements, his clawed hands gripping and squeezing your body as they tried to find the perfect places to hold onto you while he nipped deep marks on the backs of your shoulders and neck.
" Bella, magnifica, così perfetto, Hahh, I want to be inside you so bad, I want to keep you with me, want to fill you with my seed and watch my pups grow in your belly,” Bruno’s voice was breathy as he spoke, his hands kneading and pressing the soft flesh in question. You were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan and arch more, the head of Bruno’s dick catching on your entrance as you whimpered his name pleadingly for more, “Shh, shh, I’ll take care of you, mia cara, I love you, love you so much it hurts, I’m so happy you finally accepted me into your home, your nest, shhh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to breed you full and claim you as my mate,” The black-haired selkie murmured these reassurances against the nape of your neck, his surprisingly sharp teeth scraping against the flimsy, tender skin beneath his lips. His grinding became more forceful as Bruno began to press his cock against your pussy, the head slowly prying your dripping entrance open until it popped inside you with a wet sound. You mewled, your body instinctively tightening against the intrusion, the vice-like grip of your insides pulling a hissed curse from Bruno’s lips as he stilled so you could grow used to the stretch. Though he was impatient to feel your cunt around him, Bruno didn’t want to risk hurting you in the heat of the moment, especially now that you were going to be his mate. You were so perfect beneath him, your body trembling but trying to lean into his, warm skin that was marked by his lips and teeth and tongue spread out before him, your voice like a siren’s song as he slowly continued to push inside you, “Hahh, good girl, doing so well, taking me in so good, just relax, let me take good care of you, (Y/N), love you, love you so much, that’s it, just let me inside you,” With every word that passed his lips, Bruno sunk into you and extra inch until finally, blissfully, he had sheathed his cock to the hilt inside of you.
You moaned at the sensation of being so full, your inner muscles clenching and fluttering around Bruno’s girth as you slowly got used to the stretch. The heat in your body seemed to be fanned higher by the pleasure that ebbed and flowed through your gut, yet it all seemed to centre where Bruno was buried inside you You heard him murmuring soft praise against the nape of your neck, the selkie occasionally nipping the tender flesh and laving his tongue over the deep bruise, “Hahh, hahh, Bruno, s-so good, feel so full, hahh, oh god, fuck, mmmh!” Your voice was husky and wrecked, your cheek pressed into the sheets beneath you as you tried desperately to hold back on the moans that built in the back of your throat. You clenched your hands in the soft material when you grew used to Bruno’s girth, your muscles relaxing and allowing the selkie to slowly pull out of your dripping cunt before he thrust back inside you with a sharp thrust. The slick, lewd noise that followed from that first thrust made you shiver and arch, the pleasure in your body blooming and sparking in the wake of your previous orgasm. Though he went slow, his thrusts were deep - deep enough that your lust addled mind was half convinced you could feel the tip of his cock kissing the opening to your womb with every methodical plunge. You shuddered and whined plaintively, half-formed pleas dripping from your lips like honey as Bruno’s body pressed you down, his pelt hiding you both from the world here in the comfort of your nest, “B-Bruno, hahh, Bruno more, please, I n-neeeeeed more, fuck, feels so good, ‘m so full, wanna feel you cum inside me, please, oh please,” Your words seemed to make Bruno increase the pace of his thrusts as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer even as he kept his body draped over yours. You felt like you could barely breathe beneath the combination of heat and weight pressing you down, but you relished it, whining and bucking back into Bruno’s body with an eagerness you were mortified at.
Bruno growled, completely overwhelmed from the bliss of being inside you, his hands tugging and kneading your belly, hips, thighs and breasts as his rut took full control over his thoughts, “So good for me, so perfect, amore, you’re mine, gonna make you mine, all mine,” He snarled, his voice so deep and guttural it made you shiver and arch against him. Your whimpering cries egged him on, the tight clutch of your cunt drawing him deeper, closer until all of Bruno’s senses and emotions revolved around you. For a moment, he remembered the first time he’d laid eyes on you, something unfurling in his chest as he finally got to touch you, kiss you, fuck you and love you as much as he pleased, “It’s like you were made for me, made to take me inside you, you’ll be so good, so warm and safe for our pups to grow, perfect, I love you, I love you so much, carina mia, hahh, hahh, I can feel you becoming tighter around me, are you close?” You whined and nodded blearily, Bruno’s previously slow and gentle pace more akin to rutting now that he was quickly losing control over his actions. He made a soft, keening noise in the back of his throat when you whined his name sharply, your nails ripping through your sheets as Bruno widened the stance of his thighs, using the change in position to pump into you harder. You arched into it, head tossed back in a deep cry as the heat your and Bruno’s bodies gave off became sweltering, his pelt making it impossible for any of the humidity between you to dissipate into the air. Bruno clung to you, growling deeply, barely able to speak as filth spilt from his lips, one hand sliding down your body to begin pinching and rubbing your clit, “Cum for me, carina, cum for your mate, so good for me, gonna mark you, gonna fill you up till you’re swollen and heavy with pups, good girl, good girl, cum for me now!”
With one last snarl, Bruno tilted your head to the left and sank his sharpened teeth into one of the bumps on your neck, the skin breaking beneath the sharp, painful pressure with surprising ease. You screamed, the edge of pain being enough to help you tumble over the edge of bliss, Bruno following soon after you with a deeply pleased rumble as the taste of your pheromone filled blood coated his tongue. He snapped his hips against yours, grinding deep inside the convulsing, milking tightness of your walls, his cock swelling thickly as he came with hot, viscous bursts against the entrance of your womb. His seed painted your insides pearly white, the sticky spend clinging to your walls as Bruno tried to plug you full with it, his hands massaging your tummy as if he were trying to force it to take root in your fertile womb. You released a shuddery sigh, exhausted and defeated, a brief sprinkling of lucidity causing tears to sting at the corners of your eyes. Bruno pulled his teeth from your newly minted bond mark, his voice crooning sweet affections into your ears as he kept you in place, forcing you to remain still while his cock stopped filling you up. You would only have a few moments of rest before the desperate and strange heat you’d felt before would overtake you once again, dragging you into another twisted tangle of sweaty bodies as Bruno bred your cunt over and over again.
The gentle tug and pull of ocean waves are what wakes you up one morning, a year and a half after the night Bruno staked his claim.
(E/C) eyes flutter open tiredly and you have to blink the sleep from your eyes when sunlight lightly flutters over your face. The familiar smell of the beach fills your senses as you realise you had accidentally left the window open the previous night once again. Sighing, you briefly shut your eyes and curled up tighter on the bed, tugging your blankets up around your shoulders to try and snatch just a couple more minutes of precious sleep. For some reason, you feel extra tired today, which is a surprise since you didn’t think the baby’s cries had woken you up throughout the night at all. Bruno must have decided to take care of her, you thought tiredly, heaving a sigh when sleep refused to make its return now that you were fully conscious. You moved to sit up in bed, covering your mouth as you yawned before stretching as your body shuddered from the tensing of your muscles, “Well, I better get up and make some breakfast… I wonder if Bruno fell asleep in the rocking chair again,” You mumbled, something warm and soft fluttering through your chest at the thought.
Through the past year and a half that you and Bruno had been ‘married’, you had slowly but surely come to foster a deep love for the selkie. Of course, you had denied it at the time - convincing yourself you only felt this way because of your pregnancy as a result of that night - but by now you’d come to accept that your feelings were genuine, despite the rough start. It had taken a while for you to settle in and tell Bruno how you felt, but you came to like your life as Bruno’s wife. You had a nice house by the beach, a loving husband, a beautiful baby, financial stability, and you didn’t have to work if you didn’t want to. Though you had been surprised that Bruno seemed willing to let you work (despite keeping you captive in your apartment for the first few months the two of you were together), you knew that you appreciated the calm time you’d had away from the hustle and bustle of office culture. Humming to yourself, you pulled on your nearby dressing robe, lazily tying the front together before heading out of the bedroom to make your way to the kitchen. You paused in front of the door to the nursery, taking a curious peek inside and allowing a small, huffed laugh to leave you at the sight of your husband and child asleep exactly where you thought they would be.
The little girl sleeping on his chest looks almost like a replica of her father, all black hair and big, bright blue eyes - and unsurprisingly had been born a selkie like him, too. The longer you stood in the doorway, the more your smile grew as you saw Luce’s little body rising and falling with each of Bruno’s deep, measured breaths. Chuckling softly, you wandered into the nursery, gently reaching out to run your fingers through your husband’s dark hair, admiring the strands as they slid through your fingers like silk, “Bruno…” You cooed sweetly, watching him stir and lean up into the slow stroking of your fingers, an almost cat-like ‘mrrrp’ chirping in the back of his throat, “Wake up darling - you’re meant to go meet up with Mista and Leone today,” The selkie groaned softly, the sudden vibration and sound causing your daughter to wake as well. Luce whimpered sweetly from the sudden awakening, though when her pretty eyes landed on you you cooed and reached to pick her up, pulling the little body into the safety of your arms, “And hello to you too, my little spumoni,” You said as you pressed fluttering kisses to your daughter’s chubby cheeks, feeling the weight of Bruno’s gaze on you as the selkie finally woke up.
“Hmmm, what a beautiful sight to wake up to in the morning,” Your husband sighed, the rocking chair creaking slightly as he stretched with a yawn, the sleepy, yet happy expression on his face causing your heart to flutter wildly in your chest. Bruno watched as Luce settled in your arms, her chubby hands gripping your robe lightly as you swayed from foot to foot. You were lovely like this, glowing in the warm light of the morning, a radiant smile on your face and your child clinging to you as Luce nuzzled happily into your arms - a vision of pure perfection that never failed to take Bruno’s breath away. The selkie doubted he could ever grow tired of watching you, his mind still unable to comprehend sometimes that you were here and you were his, especially with how turbulent your relationship had first been. Still, Bruno had no doubts that he would do it all again just for the chance to see this radiant sight every day for the rest of his life, “I hope I didn’t scare our cute little spumoni when I woke up just now,” He cooed, reaching to Luce to lightly stroke the baby’s chubby little cheeks, the action drawing a cute giggle from her as she leaned into her father’s touch. Bruno smiled softly, an unbearably soft fondness overtaking his face at the sight of Luce’s happiness, his gaze slowly travelling up and away from her to meet yours, “It seems that you managed to get more than a handful of hours of sleep last night, carina. You look absolutely stunning this morning,” Bruno purred as he stood, ducking his head down so he could press several quick kisses to your lips, relishing the smile that brightened your face.
You indulged your husband for a bit, taking the time to bask in the affection Bruno so easily gave you before pulling away with a soft laugh. He pouted when you slipped from his grasp, a smirk playing on your lips as you pretended to tut at him for his actions, “Now, now, none of your distractions, Bruno,” You huffed teasingly, pressing your index finger to the black-haired man’s soft lips, another laugh leaving you when you saw them pout at your denial for more affection. While you weren’t one to oppose Bruno’s softer attention when the two of you had time to yourselves, you knew that if you gave your husband an inch he would take a mile, making you both lose track of time and messing your schedules for the day. Though it was tempting to enjoy some time with Bruno, you didn’t think you could handle more teasing from his teammates about your husband being so lovey-dovey and domestic when it came to you, “You have a lot of work to get done today and I’m going to go get breakfast ready so we can eat. Do you mind bathing Luce?” Bruno hummed and nodded, taking your daughter from your tender embrace before you both left the nursery and split up to complete your tasks.
The morning was filled with a sense of domesticity in the Buccellati family, where you and Bruno spent time together, preparing for your chosen activities or the work you would have to complete while enjoying one another’s presence. There was laughter and light that filled the once empty hallways of the beach house Bruno had bought so many years before, the happy noises of a family going through their usual routine making the atmosphere warm and inviting. While having breakfast together, you would breastfeed Luce as you told Bruno what your plans for the day were, your husband humming and enjoying the meal you had cooked while his gaze drank in the wonderful sight you made. Seeing you acting so motherly to your child made the selkie think of possible future children, though he kept those thoughts to himself. Once you had all finished eating and cleaned up the mess, he would kiss your and Luce’s foreheads, “I hope you two have fun together today, carina. Let me know if you need me to get anything for dinner while I’m out,” The selkie murmured, lightly stroking Luce’s cheek goodbye. You nodded in response, pressing a soft kiss to Bruno’s cheek before he would leave to meet up with his teammates.