University AU

Dabi doesn’t really do ‘team spirit’. It seems stupid and fake to him, and he’s definitely not into sports either. It’s a bunch of guys in ridiculous padding pretending to fight over a stupid ball, why would he be interested in that? Until Hawks. Until the perfect, blond beauty who calls himself a ‘tight end’ with only the vaguest of smirks to hint that he’s aware of the innuendo—and yes, Dabi searches the internet for what the hell a ‘tight end’ in football is. Apparently it’s some kind of offensive lineman.

Which he also has to look up. It’s 2 a.m. before he realizes that oh shit, he actually knows things about football now, and should probably just give up the ghost and go to a game. Maybe he’ll find some way to catch up to Hawks after and talk to him, ask him out for coffee.

Except that doesn’t happen, because as soon as the game ends, Hawks trots to the sidelines, pulls off his helmet, and reveals his blond locks gone dark with sweat and his face highlighted by an impossibly pink blush and a glowing sheen that shouldn’t be sexy. It’s fucking sweat, gross. But apparently Hawks thinks so too, because he lifts up his water bottle, tilts his head back, and pours it all over his open, panting mouth. It sluices over his cheekbones and that’s it. Dabi is hard as a steel rod in the bleachers, and any thought of actually talking to Hawks has gone out the window. He goes home, pulls up the jock’s instagram page, gets out his favorite fleshlight, and starts pumping it up and down himself. He tries not to use it too often because his piercings have a tendency to tear up the silicone, but fuck he needs this.

Needs something tight and wet wrapped around his aching cock as he watches the looping video of Hawks’ ass flexing in his tight gym shorts while he does weighted squats in the campus gym. Dabi imagines spanking it as red as his face was and how tight it must be from all that work. He wonders if he’d even be able to fit himself inside completely. Even the fleshlight is nowhere near as hot and clenching as that perfect body has to be, and he still fucking fills it when he cums. He watches the clear end fill up with white, his load going on and on until it trickles back out around his base.

God, but he wishes he’d buried a load that thick inside Hawks. He’s never spoken more than a handful of words to him, but he craves burying himself inside a plump, muscular ass and feeling those thighs squeeze him powerfully. He starts going to more games, trying to tell himself it’s not creepy to have a favorite player. Lots of people have favorite players; hell, people buy pro football jerseys from the players themselves all the time and spend hundreds of dollars on them. It’s not weird. Even though his favorite player is also his favorite sex fantasy. But he can never manage to catch up with Hawks after a game—he gets swept up by a tide of friends and adoring fans, and Dabi never manages to get his attention for more than a few seconds.

His real break comes when the new semester starts, and who should be sitting in his Gen Ed Lit class but Hawks himself, twirling a pen and smiling at everyone. Dabi takes the opportunity to sit one row behind him, hoping for the chance to introduce himself at last.

What he doesn’t know is that Hawks is already perfectly aware of who he is. 6’3” with tattoos snaking over his arms, a sinfully handsome face full of metal, a punk rock aesthetic and a killer GPA? Hawks has been crushing on him for months, since he saw him at some frat party. He has no idea why the hell Dabi was even there, but he ended up asking around until he got every tidbit of information he could about the man. He was studying to be a vet. He came from some stupid prestigious family, and hated his dad. He was probably bi, or at least into men.

And now he’s started turning up to Hawks’ games. He can feel those icy blue eyes burning a hole in his jersey, and it drives him crazy that they never talk. Dabi just shows up, stares at him, then leaves once the game is over and Hawks comes out of the locker room.

The adrenaline had always put him on edge after games, making him more daring, more sensitive, more on edge. But now he can’t do anything but slip back to his frat house room, lock his door, and pull out the thickest dildo he has to bounce on. Teeth clenched around the hem of his jersey, he kneels on his bed and imagines tattooed knuckles clenched on his thighs, guiding the tip into himself and shuddering as he sinks down on it. It spreads him open so wide, his muscles stretching out as his cock drips onto his sheets, and he usually cums untouched as he pictures Dabi thrusting into him brutally. His sheets get soaked and he doesn’t even care, eyes fluttering shut as he chants Dabi’s name to his empty room. It’s so shameful that he’s this pent up, but even hookup apps can’t provide him with what he needs. And then the new term starts, and holy fuck, Dabi is sitting right behind him. He could reach out and touch Hawks if he felt like it, and Hawks can hear the scratch of his pen as he takes notes. It’s ridiculous, this hyperawareness of another person, but he can’t control the way his skin heats whenever Dabi asks or answers a question and that voice sounds almost in his ear.

It takes two months, a frustrated Rumi, a frat house prank war, seven beers, and a drunken text confession to get them together. They had honestly both expected it to be a one-night-stand kind of thing, because neither of them were great at relationships and the whole thing had been fueled by mutual horniness, but...they text the next day. And the day after that. And then they go to lunch, walk around campus, have study dates, and oh shit they’re actually a couple. It’s kinda stunning, really, and nobody’s as surprised as they are that it happens. But they’re perfect for each other in the ‘opposites attract’ sense, both strangely similar and completely different.

It helps that the sex is fucking phenomenal. Hawks having a private room in the frat house comes in handy as Dabi loves nothing more than bending him over the bed and pounding him until he goes cross-eyed. The first time Hawks pulls those tight black jeans down and Dabi’s massive, pierced dick rolls out of his underwear, the blond almost drools all over himself. Big, he was picturing, but pierced? The ladder of barbells running down the underside feels heavenly when Dabi grinds into him, and Hawks has to clamp a hand over his mouth as they split him open. His thighs are trembling and Dabi’s long fingers knot in his hair and yank his head back brutally and he’s never been this hard in his entire life. It’s world-shaking and life-changing.

And that’s just night one.

But they both have another kink to work out, and that’s what leads them to the locker rooms after the biggest game of the season. Hawks’ team pulled ahead in the second half and won with a touchdown just before overtime was called, and the fans went wild in the stands.

Everyone is cheering and roaring and when Hawks stumbles back into the locker room, he falls into Dabi’s arms sweaty and flushed and so fucking sensitive from the adrenaline rush that Dabi barely gets a hand down his pants before Hawks is humping him desperately.

“Please, baby—please, fuck, let’s just go around the corner, I need you inside me—“ he pants and Dabi can’t say no to that face, to the way Hawks is tonguing along his neck and grinding his hips into him, still covered in stupid padding, helmet discarded elsewhere.

The team will be in the locker room in just a few minutes, but they don’t care. Dabi struggles and curses at all the straps and padding he has to strip away but once Hawks is down to his tight white spandex, he yanks them around thick thighs and admires the sight in front of him.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, taking out the lube he brought along just for this. It had only been a halfway plan, but he figured it was best to be prepared, and Hawks whimpers as his nails scrabble for purchase against the painted brick wall and Dabi sinks first one, then two long fingers into his ass.

 “I can’t tell you how many times I fantasized about this. Fucked my fleshlight, dreaming that it was this gorgeous ass bouncing on my cock.” His voice is so rough and low it sounds almost like a different person, and Hawks can’t stop the shudder that runs along his spine. 

His forehead presses against the wall and he tries to stabilize himself as Dabi’s fingers start pumping into him masterfully, hooking up until he has to stand on his toes to accommodate the grip. His hips are rocking and his mouth hangs open, eyes half-lidded as Dabi’s long fingers massage his prostate, too sudden not to sting but he loves the pain of it. The stretch, the way Dabi always treats his body like it can accommodate anything, pushing him just a little bit farther into delicious heat.

“I jacked off over you so many times in this outfit. I came to this tight little ass in every video you posted, every time you bent over on the field and I imagined burying my cock in here while you screamed my name.” And Hawks whimpers it now, knowing they have to be quiet. But those fingers are tormenting him, twisting inside him and rubbing his walls, spreading him apart until his thighs strain with how hard he’s arching his hips back and Dabi’s chuckle rumbles in his ear. 

“What a little slut. What would your team think if they saw you like this?” Then the fingers are gone, slipping out of him easily and Hawks whines at the emptiness, trembling in anticipation as he hears Dabi’s zipper slide down. The hot tip of his cock presses against Hawk’s slick hole and he starts, his own dick pulsing hard in his pants and he reaches down to rub it, pulling it out and starting to jerk it needily.  

“Or maybe you want to be seen.”   

The words send a wash of icewater through him, then followed immediately by liquid heat. The thought of his teammates seeing him strung up like this, moaning whorishly for a pierced cock and pressing his flushed face into the wall of the locker room is a private fantasy of his. He’s even thought about them gangbanging him before, and even though he’d never sleep with any of them normally—he’s been too close to their grossest habits for that—he’s thought about being the team whore before. Their little slut to enjoy after the game...on his knees or spread over the bench, getting pounded by one and sucking another at the same time, someone spraying cum in his face and slapping his ass. Now that he’s in a relationship, that fantasy doesn’t hold the same weight it used to, but Dabi teasing him with how close they are to being caught makes him moan and tighten the fist working over himself. 

Dabi starts pressing into him and the burn of that wide cock filling him is so heavenly his eyes slide shut, the rest of the world paring away to just this.  Until the door to the locker rooms open and they both freeze.   Dabi automatically clamps his hand over Hawks’ mouth, which is good because Hawks is moaning into it softly and clenching hard around the length still buried to the hilt inside him. The other members of the team tumble into the locker room, laughing and talking excitedly on the other side of the wall. They should pull apart, try to find some way to make it look as though they were just making out, rather than Dabi being balls deep in his boyfriend’s ass. 

But they’re protected by the corner, and if they keep quiet...Dabi’s hips grind into his own, and Hawks feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes. It’s too much, too overwhelming, the tension of the moment and his adrenaline high making the lust twist inside him even tighter. The team’s noise covers the faint slap as Dabi pulls his hips back and then thrusts in over and over, a steady and inexorable rhythm. Hawks’ mouth opens under his hand and he swallows two of those long fingers, trying to muffle his noises on them as Dabi shoves the breath out of him with a particularly deep thrust. 

“So fucking tight now,” Dabi whispers into his ear, and Hawks scrapes his teeth against the fingers in his mouth at the sound of it. At the fact that Dabi is still talking when they’re literal feet away from being caught. “I knew it. I knew you were a slut who wants everyone to see you get fucked and love it. Even your team. Well, don’t worry—“ he presses himself all along Hawks’ back, cock so deep it aches and makes Hawks spill precum.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” Dabi promises darkly, free hand sliding from its grip on Hawks’ hipbone to prod at the front of his belly, just above his dick. “Right here. Do you feel that? That’s where I’m gonna pump my load, handsome.” 

He doesn’t last long after that. Dabi’s hips slam inside him a few more times and Hawks’ entire body shakes as he cums, legs turning to jelly until Dabi has to hold him up. Everything inside him blanks out, every thought gone, replaced by pleasure and a total uncaring for anything else. His cum spatters onto the wall in front of him, a relief from deep inside him, until he sags against the support and feels Dabi’s hips stuttering towards his own end. As promised, he buries deep inside and Hawks whimpers brokenly again as heat spreads inside him. 

He’s still trying to rearrange his thoughts when Dabi pulls out of him, instantly moving to drag his pants back into place. Hawks is dressed again almost before he realizes it, coming back down and realizing the next challenge—walking out past all his teammates like nothing’s up.

Dabi has one arm slung around his shoulders as they make their appearance, but all the faces are a blur as Hawks feels the cum trickling out of him, praying it won’t cause a stain on his pants. Praying that no one is looking, that it isn’t obvious he just came his brains out. Somehow they make it through the locker room and Dabi excuses them, saying that Hawks is tired after the game and just wants to crash. There’s some party, but neither of them are interested, and by the time they get home, they’re ready for round two.