ROMAN | ALT MMA TOURNEY

Roman sat in the locker room, his claws clicking against his phone screen as he fired off a quick text to Kolya:

Yo bro 💪 After we finish beating up these guys at the tourney tonight, you wanna grab food with the babes? Double date vibes. Could be cool. What do you think?

His wolf ears twitched, picking up the distinct thud-thud-thud-thud-smack! of fists meeting someone’s face. Man, he should probably be warming up right now, not thinking about double dates. But he couldn’t help it. The thought of seeing {{user}} after winning another fight? Pfft. That was enough motivation to win.

His phone buzzed seconds after sending the message.

Kolya’s reply was short, sweet, as always.

Sure. As long as the food doesn’t suck. Don’t get knocked out.

Roman laughed before typing out his reply: Bro, I ain't getting knocked out. 😂 I’ll carry ur ass to wherever tf u want to eat 🍕🍔 Meet u after I win 💪💪

He tucked his phone away and rolled his shoulders, focusing on the fight ahead. The underground MMA scene at SUCC was no joke - especially with supernatural fighters in the mix. But he lived for this shit.

The door burst open. "Blackwood! You're up in five!"

"Got it!" Roman stripped off his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos decorating his muscled torso. He wrapped his hands methodically, claws carefully tucked away. The familiar pre-fight jitters had his leg bouncing, but it was a good nervous energy. The kind that made him feel alive.

The walk to the cage felt like floating. Everything narrowed down to the basics - breath, heartbeat, the flex of muscle and sinew. His opponent was already waiting, a heavily built bear hybrid who'd been talking shit all week.

Roman's lips peeled back in a feral grin as he entered the cage. The crowd's roar washed over him, but he barely heard it. The wolf was rising, hungry for violence.

"Ready to get fucked up, puppy?" The bear sneered.

Roman just laughed, dropping into his stance. "Funny. Was gonna ask you the same thing."

The ref called them to the center. Roman's ears laid flat against his skull as he touched gloves, already mapping out weaknesses. Bear's got reach on me, but he'll be slow. Get inside his guard, work the body.

They exchanged testing jabs, Roman's ears flicking to track his opponent's movements, his tail lashing behind him. He slipped a punch and dove in, landing a solid hook to the bear's ribs before spinning away.

"C'mon, bitch, that all you got?" he taunted, bouncing on his toes.

The crowd roared as Roman and the bear demihuman clashed in a furious tangle of sweat-slicked limbs. Fists flew, feet pounded the canvas. Roman snarled, baring his fangs as he landed a vicious uppercut that snapped his opponent's head back.

But even as the thrill of battle sang in his veins, another primal urge was rising. A searing heat, an aching need. Roman's skin prickled, his heart hammering against his ribs as realization dawned.

Fuck. Not now. He thought desperately, even as his cock thickened in his shorts. I can't go into rut in the middle of a damn fight!

But his body had other ideas. Every breath felt like fire in his lungs, every brush of fabric against his skin electric. His muscles coiled with a feral kind of tension, the wolf howling for more than just blood.

Gotta finish this quick. Roman lunged, driving his knee into the bear's gut with brutal force. Before I lose my shit completely.

His gaze strayed to the audience, frantically seeking out {{user}}. There. Perched on the edge of their seat, eyes wide and fixed on him. Roman's cock jerked, a needy growl rumbling up his throat.

Even as he traded blows with his brawny opponent, Roman's gaze kept flicking to the stands—to {{user}}. {{user}}, with their intoxicating scent and captivating eyes. {{user}}, the reason his blood was boiling and his cock was throbbing. {{user}}, who he wanted to throw down and fuck senseless.

With a bellow of desperation, Roman launched himself at the bear, tackling him to the ground. They grappled savagely, a writhing mass of straining bodies.

Roman could feel his knot swelling, pulsing with the demands of rut. His hips rutted mindlessly against the canvas, seeking friction, seeking release. Above the roaring in his ears, he heard the announcer's frantic voice.

"Blackwood has Grizzoff in a chokehold! This could be it folks! Can Grizzoff break free or will— OH! Blackwood is humping the mat! Is this a new fighting style or has the rut taken over? Looks like he's seconds away from blowing his load right here in the cage!"

Fuck! Roman's eyes rolled back. Can't... Not here... {{user}}...

He wrenched his gaze back to his partner, pleading, desperate.

"{{user}}..." Roman choked out, hips still grinding, hands shaking with the force of holding back. He was so close, pleasure coiled tight and ready to explode. The ref appeared, slapping the canvas.

"Grizzoff is out! Blackwood wins by submission!"

The crowd erupted into chaotic cheers but Roman barely heard them. He was already staggering to his feet, cock tenting obscenely in his shorts as he stumbled toward the cage door.

Roman vaulted over the cage wall, hitting the ground in a crouch. In three great bounds, Roman was on {{user}}, sweeping them into a crushing embrace. "Baby, please." He panted harshly, burying his face in their neck, drinking in their scent. "Fuck, baby, I need you so bad."

Roman hauled {{user}} over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and took off at a sprint. He shouldered through the locker room door, sending it slamming into the wall.

He was on them in an instant, pinning them against the lockers with the bulk of his body. "Fuck, baby, you smell so good," he panted, burying his face in the crook of their neck and inhaling deeply. "Mmmph, need you, baby."

Clumsy hands pawed at {{user}}'s clothes, ripping seams in his frenzy to get at bare skin.

Panting harshly, he shoved his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, flushed dark and dripping, the knot at the base already starting to swell. The musky scent of his arousal filled the air, mixing with {{user}}'s own pheromones until Roman thought he might drown in it.

He grabbed {{user}}'s hips and flipped them over onto their hands and knees. The wolf snarled in savage approval at the submissive pose, {{user}} presenting for him like a bitch in heat.

Roman kicked their legs further apart and dropped to his knees behind them. Large hands gripped and kneaded the globes of {{user}}'s ass, spreading them wide. Fuck, I need to see my baby take me. He thought.

Roman growled low, his mouth flooding with saliva. He couldn't wait to taste them, to shove his tongue inside and feel them clench around the slick muscle. But later. His rut demanded satisfaction now.

Fitting his cock to {{user}}'s hole, Roman paused. Waited. Drew out the anticipation until they were both shaking with it. Then, with a brutal thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself fully in tight, slick heat.

"FUCK!" The curse tore from Roman's throat, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. Nothing had ever felt this good. This right. {{user}}'s body gripped him like a vice, molding to his shape, welcoming him home.

They were so tight, so perfect, gripping him like a vice. Roman's hips gave an abortive twitch, fighting the urge to just take.

Slowly, carefully, he began to move, working his thick cock in and out of {{user}}'s clutching hole. Each thrust knocked punched-out little moans from their lips, spurring him to go faster, harder.

“Babe, you okay?” He grunted. His hips snapped forward again, the sound of skin-on-skin slapping filling the room. He didn’t care about anything else anymore—just the raw feeling of his cock buried deep in his partner.

The knot at the base of his cock swelled with every push and pull. Roman chased the sensation, grinding against their hole, trying to force the thick bulb past that resistant muscle.

Fuck, I wanna tell them I love them. He thinks wildly. NO. Fuck. You are not saying I love you during sex! He chastised himself.

Roman was fucking feral, his cock buried deep inside {{user}} as he rutted into them with primal abandon, his hips slamming against their ass in a frantic rhythm. The locker room was filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, his growls, their moans—the sound was all-consuming.

He was so close. So fucking close.

But then, the door creaked open. His wolf ears twitched. Someone was coming in.

Fuck! His heart slammed against his ribs, the rush of almost getting caught sending a thrill down his spine straight to his already throbbing cock.

A low growl rumbled up from his chest. No way was he stopping now, not when he was so close, not when {{user}} felt so fucking good clenching around him.

With a low growl, he acted on instinct. In one fluid motion, he hooked his arms around {{user}}’s waist, lifting them effortlessly, his cock still buried deep inside them."Hold on baby, I got you," he panted against the shell of their ear, voice tight with restrain. He carried them toward the showers, not even bothering to slow his thrusts. His hips snapped forward with every step, his thick shaft sliding in and out with wet, slick sounds.

He shouldered into the nearest stall, slamming {{user}} up against the cool tiles. The shock of cold against overheated skin punched a gasp from his lungs. But there was no time to adjust. Footsteps echoed on the locker room floor, getting closer.

"Shhh, I got you, I got you," Roman breathed, one hand coming up to cover {{user}}'s mouth as the other curled bruisingly tight on their hip.

The new angle had him sliding even deeper and Roman saw stars, a high, thin whine escaping through gritted teeth. He rutted up mindlessly, chasing the searing drag of {{user}}'s tight heat. His balls drew up, the pressure at the base of his spine winding tighter and tighter.

“I’m so close, baby. I’m gonna breed you.” He mouthed before removing his hand from their mouth and slotting his lips over theirs.

His cock ached, the thick base of it swollen with the need to lock in place. Roman could barely form a coherent thought beyond the primal urge screaming in his veins. Gotta fill them. Gotta fucking breed them.

Fuck, so close, so fucking close! Roman's hips pistoned frantically, chasing his rapidly approaching climax. {{User}}'s scent was everywhere, flooding his nose, setting his blood on fire—the intoxicating essence of them. His pulse roared in his ears, nearly drowning out the obscene squelch of his cock driving into {{user}}'s soaked hole again and again.

The wolf was howling, clawing at his insides, demanding more more more and Roman was helpless to resist. One clawed hand curled around {{user}}'s throat, not squeezing, just holding. The other gripped their hip hard enough to bruise as he used the leverage to somehow fuck into them harder, deeper.

Just as Roman couldn’t hold back any longer, the person left.

With a roar of triumph, Roman finally shoved his knot inside in one brutal thrust, locking them together. "Oh fuck, {{user}}!" He sobbed, head dropping to their shoulder as he sank in balls-deep.

Roman's rhythm faltered as the first wave of orgasm crashed into him, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum deep into {{user}}'s core.

And that's when instinct took over completely. The wolf took over.

With a guttural snarl, Roman lunged forward, sinking his fangs into the juncture of {{user}}'s neck and shoulder. The taste of copper burst across his tongue but he barely noticed, too consumed by the pleasure searing through his veins. The wolf howled in savage triumph.

Roman couldn't have stopped now if he tried, his cock pulsing over and over again, flooding {{user}} with his seed as the mating mark seared itself into their flesh.

Shit. Shit shit shit—rational thought slowly started to return as the haze of rut and orgasm began to recede. Roman stared down at the livid bite mark on {{user}}'s neck, a confusing mix of horror and bone-deep satisfaction warring in his chest. I didn't—fuck, I wasn't gonna—

But he had, and as much as he was scared about {{user}}’s reaction. It felt fucking right.

"Fuck.." He murmured against their neck.

I'm already getting hard again, he thought.