ꨄ 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Werewolf x reader
ꨄ 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Your boyfriend is a strange person, and seems especially secretive during certain nights of the month. Suggestive so MDNI!
Macrae's shoulders tensed as soon as you entered the kitchen. Amber eyes followed your every move as you dropped your bar onto the floor. The young man's fingers curled tightly around the large knife held within his left hand.
"Yer home late," was all that came out of his mouth. He didn't move to look at you, forcing you to look at his messy, short brown hair. "It's nearly ten."
"I'm... sorry?" You frowned as you watched his tense shoulders as he dropped the freshly cut onions in the pan. "I texted you to let you know."
"Let me know what?" The Scot finally turned around, big hands used to lean against the counter. Your eyes met his deep brown ones. The way he suppressed his accent would have been amusing if it wasn't for the odd situation.
"I got held up, my friends' plans took longer than I thought." Your soft tone caused him to loosen up a little, gently pulling you towards him by your wrist. You sighed as you buried your face into his broad chest. Macrae took a moment as he leaned down, his mouth meeting your shoulder. It was romantic, until something thick and wet dripped onto your skin.
"Mac..?" Your boyfriend pulled back immediately, turning his head away from you. You pulled down your sleeve a bit to wipe the wet stain off, him doing the same to wipe off his mouth.
"Sorry, just feelin' a wee bit ill."
"I noticed," you mumbled as you looked at his slightly bloodshot eyes. Questions welled up in your mind, but you shook them off. You approached the stove, a pleasant aroma meeting your nose. Macrae had been grilling a large chunk of meat, spices rubbed into it. A few holes in the cut of meat caught your attention, and you shot Macrae a questioning look.
"Aye uh… haven't had anything to eat," he sheepishly muttered, gently tugging on the strings of the oversized hoodie he was wearing. He dumped the vegetables in the pan with the meat, hovering over you. You took the opportunity to place your hand on his forehead. The man froze completely, his eyes darting to you.
"What're ye doing?" His rough voice made you frown as you turned your hand, now pressing the back of your hand against his cheek.
"Checking for a fever… you know if you're feeling off, you should go see the doctor." Macrae shook his head, leaning away from you. A small of frustration washed over you.
"You've been doing this ever since we started dating," you huffed as you crossed your arms, leaning away. The man brushed his hand through his hair as you glared at him. Despite his strong, tall stature, he seemed to shrink a little under your tone.
"You act weird, you leave in the middle of the night." You inhaled slightly so you could continue your rant. "And you never tell me why, or what you're even doing!"
"I cannae help it," he muttered as he stabbed into the meat, flawlessly flipping it back over. A neutral, slightly saddened expression washed over his face. You let out a small sigh, rubbing your face.
"Look, Macrae…" you started, pausing after calling out his name. He poked at the vegetables before glancing back at you. You placed your hand on his back, ignoring the small hairs stuck to it. "I'm worried is all."
"I know," he replied, turning off the stove as he looked down at you properly. "I'm sorry, it's just hard for me to talk about it."
"Why's that?" you questioned. The frown remained on your face, watching as he glanced out the window before tugging on the blinds. "Do you… not trust me?"
"I do," he swiftly replied. He turned to face you fully, awkwardly tugging up his worn out sweatpants. You groaned internally as you looked at the third tear that had appeared in it this week. When you looked back up at him, his gaze had softened further. He placed his oddly warm hand on your cheek. "I love you more than anythin', I promise."
"I know," you muttered softly. A heavy silence filled the room, only interrupted by him placing the meat in the oven. It only took a few seconds before you couldn't stand it any longer.
"I'm going to take a shower," you mumbled. You stepped away from his side, grabbing your bag as you went to leave the kitchen.
"Aye.." he muttered in response. You felt a bit bad, hearing his defeated tone. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with you. There were some dirty clothes and towels in a pile on the bathroom floor. You paid it no mind as you dropped your towel on the edge of the bathtub.
The hot water relaxed your muscles further, and you closed your eyes for a bit. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached for your favorite scented soap. You attempted to squeeze the soap out, only for a small bit to drop into your palm. You frowned, shaking the packaging, but nothing more came out. You huffed.
"Seriously? No wonder he smelled so good…"
You placed the bottle back on the small metal shelf on the shower wall, next to some other items. You became slightly more annoyed when you saw Macrae's shaving razor completely covered in thick brown hair.
After you finished showering, you grabbed your towel to dry back off. You glanced at the pile of his typical simple clothes, accompanied by used towels. Something caught your eye, though. Red stains covered his usually brown hoodie on the front, as well as the formerly fully white towel. There were hairs all over the pile, too. That feeling of unease washed over you again. The thoughts followed you as you headed to your shared bedroom. His side of the bed was a mess, as usual. You grabbed one of his other hoodies, pulling it on along with a pair of your own shorts.
Your bare feet barely made any noise as you entered the dining and kitchen area. Despite that, Macrae immediately turned his head to look at you as soon as you entered the room. His eyes drifted to your current attire, before drifting to your bare legs. You decided not to bring up the towel issue. It was getting late, and it wouldn't be the first time he cut himself trying to shave his face.
"Ye look great," he muttered, reaching out his hand as you approached him. The muscled man wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him. "And you're all mine."
A small smile crept on your face as you stood on your toes, kissing his cheek. Macrae leaned down immediately to press his lips against yours. Your arms snaked around his neck as his hands tightly gripped your thighs. You were lightly puzzled as a low growl came out of his throat. Your tongue swiped over his lips, prompting him to shove his nearly down your throat. Leaning down further, he grabbed onto your thighs. His nails felt sharp as he lifted you off the ground, putting you on the counter.
"Someone's eager," you teased. Macrae didn't spare you a response as he tried to press himself closer to you. Despite night passing over, a dim light shone through the window and mixed with the brighter light of the kitchen. You felt a pinch in your lip, jolting your body slightly and causing your boyfriend to groan. The prepared meal was left ignored as he gently pulled your hair back to latch onto your throat. You ran your tongue past your lower lip, tasting something coppery pouring out of a small puncture wound. His touch became more desperate as one of his hands snaked under your thigh as the other wrapped around your back. You felt something sharp scrape across your throat, sending chills down your spine.
"A bit too eager," you mumbled as you gently tugged his hair. Macrae bit down further, causing you to wince. You slapped his back with your free hand. "Dammit, Towser!"
That caused him to release you, quickly whipping his head back with his mouth still open. Your heart dropped as you saw his big sharp teeth, which he definitely hadn't had before. Your heart began to race as you noticed the blood staining the large canines.
"Macrae… what the actual fuck?" Your voice was weaker than you would have liked as you tried to pull up your legs. his body was still firmly planted between your thighs as he grunted. His pupils were blown and you did not recall his arms ever being that hairy. His nails had grown and the veins on his hands stuck out. You tried to shove him, and that seemed to finally snap him out of it. Well, somewhat. Macrae took a step back, his body slightly more hunched over, his head slowly turning to the window. The moonlight was now shining through fully.
"Macrae?" Your voice caught his attention again. You hopped off the counter, making sure to maintaining distance from him. "What the hell is going on with you?"
You got no response from him, instead he hunched over further and further. Finally, he was standing on transforming feet and hands. His clothing strained against his new form, the hair on his head now indistinguishable from he fur growing out of the rest of his body. You watched in horror as your weird, yet loving boyfriend was replaced by a large wolf. You glanced at the already turned off oven. You inched closer to it as the animal sniffed the air, turning his head to keep facing you.
"So that's what you didn't want to tell me…" you mumbled. You opened the oven, and the wolf's eyes snapped to look at the large chunk of meat.
"You want your midnight snack?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You opened the utensils drawer slightly to grab a fork. Closing it behind you, you stabbed it into the meat before throwing it onto the floor along with the vegetables. The metal of the tray that was formerly underneath the food clattered on the ground, earning a growl from the brown animal. His aggressive stance become more subdued as he sniffed at the ground, approaching the large chunk of meat. He sank his teeth into it before dragging it off to a corner of the room so he could tear it to pieces.
You stared at him for a while, nothing how he didn't quite look like a wolf. The uncanny new appearance of the man that slept next to you every night made your stomach twist. You grabbed the house keys, the animal paying you no mind. You took a second to catch your breath before locking the door to the outside, sealing yourself in the home with him. Macrae was mostly through his meal as you inched your way towards the bedroom again. You shut the bedroom door behind you, barricading it with your nightstand. You quickly decided that wasn't enough. You grabbed his nightstand too, ignoring the bottle of strong sleeping pills that fell off it. After shoving it against the door as well, you backed away.
You sat there in the bed for what felt like ages before the shock wore off, and you got a few uneasy hours of rest.
The morning after your body jolted awake, eyes darting all over the still empty room. The sun was now rising, the moon having disappeared once more.
You carefully approached the door, pulling away the nightstands. You grabbed a metal coat hanger as a weapon as you slowly stepped outside. The rest of your shared home was left largely unharmed, but you couldn't find your boyfriend in the living area or the kitchen. All of the vegetables had been eaten, though. Finally, you wandered into the bathroom. There your boyfriend was, human again. His clothes were disheveled and he was laying on the dirt laundry. A pang of guilt shot through you as you knelt down beside him. he didn't wake up when you shook him, and you sighed.
This was going to be one hell of a conversation later.
