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STROBE LIGHT WARNING
thank you emma for your service to man kind⊠this video is INSANE
#anthony beauvillier#tito beauvillier#mat barzal#mathew barzal#islanders#new york islanders#epilepsy warning#flashing lights
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hurricanes @ islanders | round 1, game 4 | april 27, 2024
#canes oomfies look away i had a moment of weakness#mat barzal#mathew barzal#new york islanders#hockeyedit#myedits
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âi feel like sidney crosby would have a 4 star rating on ratemyteacherâ⊠once again sheâs so right
#i love her videos on tiktok#mitch marner#sidney crosby#nathan mackinnon#jeff skinner#leon draisaitl#matthew tkachuk#toronto maple leafs#new york islanders#pittsburgh penguins#colorado avalanche#buffalo sabres#edmonton oilets#florida panthers#mat barzal
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First Time Feeling - Mat Barzal x Reader
Pairing: Mat Barzal x Fem!Reader
Word count: 6.4k
Warnings: so much fluff, did i go overboard? maybe lol
A/N: this was my first time participating in a fic exchange and i honestly had so much fun. this is for the summer fic exchange 2k24 hosted by the lovely @wyattjohnston. it is written for the also fantastic @ahockeywrites! i am your friendly neighborhood exchange writer. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it!
also i used google translate for the french. pls dont come for me if its not right im doing my best
Itâs that time of year, when hockey pauses and every hockey player you know has a wedding because they scarcely get to have them in season. Growing up a coach's daughter, you were not unfamiliar with NHL weddings, and it meant your best friends were other kids from the organization your dad was in at the time. Now that you were getting to be that age it meant everyone you knew was having weddings.
Except you.
You were the one single person remaining in the bridal party for your best friend. Everyone did their best to try and include you without making it feel like third wheeling but sometimes it felt like that anyway. It wasnât like they could help it and you were always happy for them. Weddings just seemed to rub salt in a wound now. Being alone scared you more than a lot of things. Which is why you were taking this bachelorette weekend to let loose and have fun. At least more than you usually let yourself. Your ability to do shots at a fast pace and without hesitation got you to that buzzed feeling a little too quickly.
But everyone was having fun. The band that was playing for the bar was insanely good and every song kept making you wanna dance. You managed to drag a few of your friends out onto the dance floor with you and it was the first time you felt free in a very long time.
âWeâre gonna go get a drink, do you want something?!â Hannah attempts to yell over the volume of the music.
âYEAH, just water is good! Thanks!â You didnât want to leave the dance floor- you were having a really good time. You let the music be your happy place for the moment, forgetting any problem you had before coming in the door. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a trio of men looking at you. And then you have to do a double take, because youâd just seen those same 3 men at the previous bar, and the one before thatâŠ
Moving to a different spot on the dance floor didnât seem to help. Hannah still wasnât back from the bar and you were starting to think that these creeps were trying to form some kind of blockade. It was unsettling, but your usual fears were blurred by the alcohol that was currently coursing through your veins. You had forgotten there was a reason you didnât like to drink that often. Then there was a tap on your shoulder, and as you turned around one of them was right there.
âYou wanna dance sweetheart?â He screamed in your ear.
âNo thanks! Just waiting for a friend!â
âI donât see that friend anywhere right now, why donât you want to dance?â Attempting to get closer to you, he moved forward causing you to back up into a stranger. Another one of his friends, you discovered, once you saw the first one smirk like there was some kind of inside joke that you werenât in on.
âI said no.â
âThatâs not what that outfit says.â
âGet away from me you fucking creep.â Your voice was firm, attempting to just go back to having fun. You closed your eyes, trying to let the music flow through you again. When you opened them there was yet another man coming at you, but this one didnât feel threatening. He looked familiar, like you had maybe seen him before in passing. You couldnât place it sober, and you definitely couldnât in the current state you were in. He was making a beeline for you, pushing the first creep out of his way and almost onto the ground.
âHoly shit babe, there you are!You, my love, are too drunk! Time to go home!â Before you knew it he was reaching for your waist and your feet were no longer touching the ground. He throws you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a paper weight. Instead of the panic you should have felt, you relaxed over him. You didnât fight the motion, it felt good to just stop for a moment. But then you realized that you really didnât know who this was either and you just let a strange man pick you up and carry you out of the dance floor area.
âUM YEA HI, WHO ARE YOU?â You attempted to yell at him but the music was still loud. He either didnât hear you or chose not to respond because you didnât receive a response.
âExcuse me! Sir! I demand to know who you are please!â
Still nothing from him. He was like a big brick wall.
âJUST BECAUSE I'M SMALL DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST MAN HANDLE ME.â
But then you were on the ground again. It had felt like years before he set you down again but when he did you were once again reunited with your friends. You finally had a chance to get a good look at the stranger who carried you. He was definitely over six feet tall, and was honestly the hottest man youâd ever seen in your life. His eyes were a soft brown color that you could almost drown in. His hair was also brown, and fell in different directions all over his head. The expression on his face was a neutral one, but you felt drawn to him.
âGirl holy shit, why didnât you tell us those creeps were still following you?!â
âStop shouting at him babe, you are FINE!â
âYou guys failed to mention your friend was such a chatterbox when sheâs intoxicated.â The man laughed, but you could barely focus on anything with the way the world seemed to be swaying about.
âThanks so much Mat, for rescuing our friend. Sheâs kind of key to the wedding festivities this weekend.â
âNo problem. I hope your night gets better from here. Tell Coach I said hi. Maybe Iâll see you this weekend ladies.â He winked, like he knew he was going to but was just saying that to be clever. He looked like he felt accomplished about your frustrated state. As if he found it cute or endearing that you were so small yet had so much anger.
âYou know sheâs single Mat!â One of your friends interjected. And with that the handsome stranger who now had a name walked off and out of the bar, and you wondered who his friends were. You watched as a smile broke out on his face again, as if he was thinking hard about the proposition just said to him.
âHave a safe night ladies.â He lifted his head in a nod and you watched him walk out of the bar and out of your sight.
Everyone in your group had also decided that they had enough for the night and you booked it back to your hotel. The wedding was in 2 days, and the rehearsal dinner is tomorrow evening. Tonight was the last night to let loose and perhaps you had come too loose.
The next morningâŠ
Your head was pounding. Opening your eyes was a no go, the light too painful to look at. It was like your entire head was pulsing. Liquor should definitely not be mixed with any other type of alcohol, you thought.
âWAKEY WAKEY BITCH, UP AND AT EM!â The bride came into your room, clearly more ready to tackle the day than you were.
âOh my god Hannah. STOP YELLING. My head is killing meâŠâ you groaned.
âOh I know, I was there too, bestie. Iâve brought Tylenol and water, and thereâs breakfast in my room. Oh and hereâs some sunglasses. Those might help for a bit.â She thrust all of the items in your arms and helped you sit up without dying.
âCome on, we have a bridal party meeting, maid of honor!â
You loved Hannah, you really did, but if she didnât lower her volume you thought your head might explode. After a quick shower, some meds, and an outfit change you were ready for the bridal party meeting there was to be had. When you walked into the room it was a mixture of excitement and groaning. All of the bridesmaids looked like theyâd been through it, but the groomsmen were relaxed. The groom had his party a few weeks ago, just in case any shenanigans ensued.
âThere she is!â
That voice. You knew that voiceâŠGod why did you know that voice?
You almost dropped the plate of food in your hands. When you turned around the shock of who it was rendered you speechless. It was the man who carried you across the bar last night. The man you thought youâd never see again after that embarrassing spectacle youâd caused. The memory was slowly coming back to you, and you really, really hoped there wasnât video evidence.
âGood to see you survived your journey home.â He smirked.
âWait! Do you know Mat?!â Clutterbuck asked. You knew Cal from your dadâs years in the league. You knew most of the people in the room, but Mat had been a pretty private guy. You didnât really know much about him other than he was damn good at hockey and had pretty nice eyes. Since you only knew him in passing, you had never heard him talk much and drunk, you definitely did not recognize him. You felt like the blood had entirely drained from your face all you could think of was how quickly you could get out of that room.
âApparently I do.â Your eyes tried to stay fixed on the ground as the meeting got started. It was basically just going over who was going to walk down the aisle with who and what everyoneâs entrances would be for the reception.
âSo, youâll be with Mat. You guys good with that?â You locked eyes with your best friend. You knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to play matchmaker without even asking you first. How would she even know if he was your type?
âI mean I-,â You stammered.
âYeah, it sounds great to me.â
Finally you had to look at him. Of course he would say that, maybe he was in on it, you were being tortured by all of your friends. You had to begin lining up to practice, making sure you didnât fall flat on your face and embarrass the bride. They all knew him, there was definitely an underlying motive. You had a feeling it was because they didnât want everyone to pair up and you were left by yourself. It was a nice gesture, but being filled in would have felt nice so you did not in fact have a strange man picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder in a bar.
Being the maid of honor, you were last in the order to go. You waited patiently in the back of the line, the only one who was not linked in arms with their partner. Mat offered his arm to you, attempting to show some good will.
âYou gonna take it?â He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
âNo.â
âListen, Iâm sorry about last night. Your friends told me to come get you by whatever means necessary so that is what I did.â
âSo you decided the only way was to pick me up with no warning? Who taught you to do that?â You threw your arms up in the air almost in defeat, you didnât know what to make of what he did. You may have been drunk but you were never going to forget looking down at the ground when being carried across the room.
âI donât know what you want me to tell you.â He shrugged and still somehow managed to look smug. He knows what heâs doing, and he definitely thought that he was being charming by doing so.
âI want you to tell me why you did that! All you had to do was grab my hand and lead me away!â Youâd had enough of his games. You were going to get some answers before the night was over and done with.
âThey all seem to know you, but I donât. Why is that?â You had turned to face him, staring him down in order to get him to crack. It was almost your turn. Youâd run into a slight issue when the bride decided she wanted to switch up the order of things before the honors of maid of honor and best man. All this meant was more time to get him to crack, which if he had known any better, would not take you very long. His resolve was weakening, and quickly.
âIâve been around. You just havenât noticed me.â
âI think I would have noticed you.â It would be hard to miss someone as pretty as he was. Did you really just admit that? Your dad hadnât been with the Islanders for several years, but you still knew who most of the team was. Based on what you had managed to Google on the walk from the meeting to the present rehearsal location was that he was a pretty damn good hockey player.
âI donât think so sweetheart. Your friends have told me all about you too, you know.â
âOh yeah? What did they tell you?â You were almost angry but didnât know why.
âWell for starters they just want you to be happy. They know you havenât been happy for a little while now.â He smiled at you, and you tried not to melt in response. The way your body reacted so physically to him when all he did was smile was not something that you could ignore.
âAnd what else?â You prompted.
âMy last relationship was some time ago, and letâs just say it didnât end that well. Theyâve noticed I havenât been happy either.â
âYou look happy to me.â
âLooks can be deceiving. The cameras and the media pick up only what they want to see.â This time he didnât meet your eye. Which told you everything you needed to know. You would never understand how strangers and the media thought they knew someone just by what you see them do as an athlete. As if they donât have personal lives or things that are important to them. Your suspicions were confirmed, but not in the way you thought. Of course your friends wanted to set you up with someone. Not to be funny or to try and make a joke, but they hated to see you so unhappy. Things were starting to make a little more sense.
âSo you knew their motives?â You asked, feeling bad about how you had sort of gone at him without knowing why. You couldnât undo the years of crappy guys that you had to deal with in the past, but now you could learn to give Mat a better chance.
âPartially. I knew they wanted to set me up with someone, but I donât enjoy the anxiety of blind dates. They didnât want me to say anything to you- they wanted to protect you. Based on your reaction Iâm guessing you donât enjoy surprises either.â
âCorrect. So what would you like to do about this?â You asked, hopeful.
âI think we should see where the weekend takes us, and go from there. Howâs that sound?â
You hoped that he couldnât see the blush starting to appear in your cheeks. Your friends did this on purpose. They wouldnât just set you up with some hockey player they didnât know or trust, they knew he had to be vetted first. They also knew that you wouldnât just take being set up with someone due to your stubbornness, so this was the only way they knew how to get to you.
âIâd like that.â His smile was infectious and you could feel yourself reciprocating.
Once the rehearsal dinner was figured out, the rest of the evening seemed to go as planned. Most importantly, the bride was happy. You noticed Mat across the room, smiling at you. You were alone at the bar, and watched him excuse himself from the conversation he was having to walk your direction.
âYou wanna get out of here?â It was almost a whisper, so only you could hear it. You looked around the room to make sure that your absence wouldnât be noticed.
âI thought youâd never ask.â You took the hand that he offered you and followed him out of the room. His car was already waiting, the perks of having the wedding on Long Island was a lot of the wedding guests already lived in the area.
âI feel like a teenager sneaking out when Iâm not supposed to!â He held the door open for you as you slid in, and he climbed into the driverâs seat, âWhere are you taking me sir?â
The sun was starting to set, making the sky an orangish pink color. It was like all of the colors of the sky melting together, painting a beautiful scene that no camera could ever do justice. He reached over and grabbed your hand as he began to drive. It looked like he was going nowhere in particular, and he squeezed your hand gently. You appreciated a first move when you saw one, it took the anxiety out of the way and you instantly felt more relaxed around him.
âThereâs somewhere I want to show you. Itâs not that far from here, is that okay?â You nodded. According to maps, the destination was only a few miles away. It was almost dark out, but not quite. The sun rested quietly in the sky, hovering just above the skyline ready to disappear. Mat still held your hand in his, gently squeezing every so often as if to reassure you of something but you werenât quite sure what yet. When you arrived at your destination, there wasnât another car to be seen. The only sound came from a distance, and then you looked around.
âWhere are we?â You asked.
âCrescent Beach. I used to come here a lot when I first came to New York. The city can be overwhelming sometimes, but out here you can actually hear yourself think. The sunsetâs here are something to behold, Iâve heard.â He held out his hand for you to take, and led you on to the beach. He had already grabbed two blankets from his trunk. You laughed a little bit, you always kept blankets and towels in the back of your car just in case too.
âIt looks like weâre just in time for sunset.â Mat laid down one of the blankets on the sand. You were close enough to the water to be able to smell it, but not close enough that the tide could touch you. He placed the other blanket over the two of you, sitting down beside you after you got comfortable.
âThe sky looks beautiful right now. I would have never thought a sunset in Long Island could look like this!â You closed your eyes for a second, taking in the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves. It was the peace you were looking for during the wedding weekend.
âNew York can be beautiful when it wants to be. You just have to know where to look.â
âI like to think that whenever there is a sunset this beautiful, itâs just someone you lost saying hello. Like a little wave from the sky, you know?â You asked him. He nodded, looking out across the horizon. âTell me about you Mat.â
âWhat do you want to know?â
âWhy did our friends want to set you up with someone?â You were curious.
âIâd been on and off with someone for a long time. It was unhealthy for me, and for anyone to be around me. Letâs just say I wasnât always the most pleasant person. I want to start a family one day. With as much as players can move around, my home is with a person. Not a place or anything like that, if that makes any sense at all.â
âI was the same way with my dad. We moved around every few years, it felt like I could never really put down roots in one place.â
âWhatâs your favorite color?â He asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
âWhat does my favorite color have to do with anything?â
âIt says a lot about a person to me.â
âYouâre a little strange, has anyone ever told you that?â You both laughed, his was infectious.
âJust answer the question!â
You tell him your favorite color, smiling.
âDonât you want to know what mine is?â He asked.
âTell me.â
âItâs blue.â
âLike Islanders blue?â
âAny blue, but right now, blue like the ocean.â The breeze started to blow hard, quickly reminding you that you were in fact in New York, not a beach somewhere tropical. Mat was good at making you feel like you were somewhere else but in a good way.
âTell me something else about you Mr. Barzal.â
âIs this 20 questions or something?â
âIt is now!â You playfully smacked his thigh, you were so close together it wouldnât take much for you to lean in and kiss him.
âTes yeux sont les plus beaux que j'ai jamais vus.â You could tell he was speaking French just from the way he changed his accent. Since when could this beautiful man speak french?!
âYou can speak french?â
âA hobby of mine, you could say.â From the way the words flowed out of his mouth, you knew it wasnât just a hobby.
âWhat did you say?â You turned to look at him, slightly shorter so that you had to look up to look at each other. Everything else seemed to disappear behind him. There could have been roars of people around you, but you wouldnât have been able to hear them. It was true what they said, when you found the right person it was like everything else melted away.
âI said you have the most beautiful eyes Iâve ever seen.â You couldnât even attempt to hide the blush you could feel forming in your cheeks.
âIs that how you get all the ladies?â You managed to speak finally, after gaining your composure again. But your voice was quiet, like you didnât want to know the answer.
âTu es le seul que je veux.â His forehead came to rest against yours. You could feel his hot breath against your face, lighting the nerves in your body on fire.
âTell me what you said.â You breathed out, trying to catch your breath as if it had been taken from you.
âYou are the only one I want.â
âOkay.â You didnât know why you were saying it. But he seemed to know why, and crashed his lips against yours. His hand came up to cup the back of your head, bringing you as close to him as you could get. The ocean breeze no longer seemed to matter as you began exploring each otherâs bodies. He pulls you onto his lap, wrapping the blanket around you in one fluid motion. His lips tasted slightly of whiskey and chocolate, inviting and warm. Warmth blossomed in your chest, like you wanted to be engulfed in each other. You could feel his hands wanting to go under your shirt, and you nodded into the kiss to let him know that it was okay.
You pulled back just for a moment to catch your breath, but not letting your forehead leave his. You were breathing hard against each other as one, in sync already after the slightest touch. His eyes told you everything you needed to know, and you felt safe in his arms. Mat placed his hands on either side of your face, allowing you to feel just how much the moment meant to him. To him, he was holding his world in his hands and now he never wanted to let you go. His next kiss felt like fireworks, and now you knew what it felt like when people said they never wanted something to end. A kiss like the two of your lives depended on it, and you wanted to get lost in him. His kisses were soft at first and increased in intensity every time you drew back for a breath. You wanted more, you wanted all of him.
He breathed your name, realizing that it was in fact now dark outside. The only light came from the street lights in the parking lot and the small flashlight Mat had brought from his car. He brought you in for a hug against him, tucking your head into the nape of his neck. You fit there perfectly, and the smell of his cologne engulfed all of your senses.
âWe should probably head back to the hotel.â He whispered, but didnât make any moves to let go of you.
âMaybeâŠâ
âThat doesnât mean we have to be alone tonight.â He squeezed you, the reassurance washing over you. You nod, and get up off the ground. Mat shakes off the blankets, trying to get rid of as much sand as possible. But you knew that there would be sand all over you for days, in places you never think sand would end up. He got you settled in the car, placing the supplies back where he got them from. Once back in the car, he took your hand once more and you drove quietly back to the hotel.
âWhere do we go from here?â You asked.
âI like you.â Another hand squeeze. You didnât know what to say back to him, too afraid that anything would scare him off just like the other guys youâd dated. âYou donât have to say it back yet, I just didnât want this night to end without telling you that. When I know I want something, I wonât stop until I can have it. If youâll let me, that is.â
âWhat about tonight?â He didnât answer you, but that was okay. It was unspoken, hanging in the air like a cloud, but you knew you werenât going to be alone that night. Or the rest of the weekend, if Mat had anything to say about it. Arriving back at the hotel, Mat handed his keys off to the valet and led you inside.
âIs there anything you need to get from your room?â He asked once in the elevator.
âNot that I can think of.â
âGood.â Once the elevator doors opened to his floor, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder once again. But this time you were more than okay with it. He had to set you down in order to open his room, but picked you up again once you were inside. He laid you down on the freshly laundered bed, throwing your shoes across the room and his along with them. You crawled under the covers together, and all he did was hold you. There were the occasional make out sessions throughout the night, but nothing more. He told you about his childhood and growing up playing hockey, and you told him about the life of being a coach's daughter.
He told you about the way he likes his eggs cooked, his pregame rituals, and all the movies he liked to watch. You talked about anything and everything that came to mind, eventually falling asleep in his arms. When you woke up it didnât feel strange, it felt like you were supposed to be there. The morning after was always an awkward moment, falling over your words and trying to sneak out without the other person noticing. There was no sneaking out this time, instead you woke up with a kiss from Mat being planted on the top of your head.
âGood morning, beautiful.â He whispered, kissing around your neck and cheeks as much as he could.
âItâs wedding day today.â You smiled, you were excited to get your best friend in the world down the aisle. In helping her find her happiness, you had also managed to find some of yours.
âIâm guessing you have to go soon?â He asked, looking down at you.
âWell I am the maid of honor you know, I think someone will notice if Iâm not there.â
âBut what if I told you I just wanted to hold you all day instead?â He smirked. The hold that this man already had over you..
âWhat if I told you, that starting tomorrow you never had to let go of me again?â He sat up quickly and looked down at you.
âYou mean it?â
âWell I donât just spend the night with anyone, Mathew. I think our friends might just be rightâŠâ You smiled, he came down to kiss you so fast you didnât even know what hit you. Was it crazy to rush into something so fast? Maybe. But did it feel right? Absolutely. Youâd read all the romance novels of quick relationships, always telling yourself it wasnât actually like that. Those were just fairy tales you could read about, nothing like that would ever happen in real life.
It took a little more convincing for him to actually let you get out of bed and go to the bridal suite where everyone was getting ready. Of course he had to be with the grooms party, but somehow it never took guys quite as long to get ready.
âAre you sure you have to go right now?â He asked once he pulled away from you. You didnât want to get out of the nice comfy bed with a pretty man laying in it but duty called.
âYessss, do you think youâll be able to survive without me for a few hours?â You started to throw off the covers, but he pulled you back in.
âNo, I donât actually. I might just lay here and cry all day!â You laughed, knowing that both the bride and groom would come for him but let him pretend.
âYouâll be fine, I promise. If you let me go, Iâll let you grab my butt when we dance later.â
âDEAL!â One more quick kiss, and you were finally able to get up. One wave goodbye as you opened the door to leave, and you were off. You had to stop by your own room to get your dress and makeup, and then it was off to the bridal suite. You were surprisingly one of the first ones to arrive, and were able to eat a little bit of breakfast for once. Everyone in the bridal party got to choose their own dress as long as it was within the color palette, and yours was your favorite shade of blue. It fits you in all of the right places, just the way that it should. The bride paid for everyoneâs hair to be done, and once everyone was all finished getting ready it was time to take pictures of the bridal party. The photographer seemed to be on her A-game, and for once things were running on time in your life. Anthony already gone to take his place
Finally you got to have a moment just you and your best friend on her big day. The day both of you had talked about since you were kids, the one that you spent planning on pinterest for hours without even a thought of someone in the picture.
âHannah⊠you look stunning! I hope today is everything you ever dreamed it would be. I canât wait to see the look on Anthonyâs face when he sees you today. Iâll still beat him up if he ever hurts you though. Are you ready?â
âHave I told you I love you yet today?â
âI love you too girl. Letâs get you married!â Each bridesmaid had their groomsman, and you took your place at the end. Mat walked around the corner and paused when he saw you, stopping him dead in his tracks.
âYou like something you see sir?â He offered up his arm for you to take once he made his way to you.
âTu es le seul que je veux.â He repeated his words from last night, kissing your cheek.
âMe too.â Youâd learn how to say it in french, one day at least.
Of course there wasnât a dry eye in the house after the ceremony. After all of the guests made their way to the reception hall and the rest of the wedding party photos were taken, the evening seemed to go rather smoothly. You may or may not have felt Matâs hand graze across your butt a few times during pictures, but you kindly reminded him that he wasnât allowed to feel your butt until you got to dance. He acted like you were torturing him though, depriving him of a dream.
You wanted to get your wedding mingling out of the way first, so that you could enjoy the night with who you wanted. It did not go without notice that Matâs eyes were following you around the room in a very flirty kind of way. You hadnât felt like this in a really long time, like you could relax because you were finally comfortable with someone.
âHey bestie, how is your night going?â Hannah found her way over to you, and more of your friends noticed. You recognized what was happening, they wanted to get all of the dirty details about you and Mat. Of course their plan was successful, but you were also a proud individual. All of them were smiling a little too big at you, asking without actually asking.
âI know what youâre trying to do here!â You accused her.
âDonât waste time woman, we wanna know! Howâs it going with Mat?â Hannah asked.
âI saw you going into his room last night!â
âWe know you two snuck off last night, donât even lie.â
âWhere did he take you! Was it romantic?â
âOne question at a time!â You were only one person after all, âItâs still very new, we just met this weekend.â
âThat smile doesnât lie sweetie.â You were a bad liar and they knew it.
âOkay fine. Yes we snuck off last night, yes I was in his room but we didnât do anything but talk and make out, he took me to a beach, and yes it was romantic! Now if you donât mind, I promised my man a dance and that he could touch my butt. I always keep my promises!â
âYOUR MAN?â
You ran before they could question you further, right towards Mat, who held his arms open for you. Hiding things was never your strong suit, so you two had decided to not even bother.
âThey look like you just told them the world is going to end tonight, what happened?â He asked, bringing you into his arms for all the world to see. Clearly he was ready to make everyone aware you were an item, and you werenât going to object.
âI called you my man, and then immediately walked away.â You smiled up at him.
âOh you did?â
âYes sir.â
âI guess that does leave us with the big question.â
âWhat question?â
âWhat are we going to do with us? Did this weekend make you want to see me again?â Great opportunities rarely presented themselves at your doorstep. Mat had treated you better in the last 24 hours than a lot of people and you already knew your loved ones approved. It felt right, your gut always had a good feeling about these things. It would always be fun to tell the grandkids you met at a wedding, youâd tell them the part about the bar when they were old enough.
âI said you were my man, did I not?â
âWell you did keep me waiting maâam, thatâs a criminal offense. Iâm not sure if Iâm your man yet.â He said through a smile.
âOh is that so?â You raised an eyebrow.
âNah Iâm just fuckin with you, Iâve been dying to kiss you all night.â He brought his hands up to cup either side of your face, and kissed you in a way that shouldnât be in the middle of your best friends wedding reception.
âYou donât want to touch my butt?â You ask when you finally pull apart.
âOf course I do, but if I touch your butt right now we would be leaving this party within the next few minutes and I believe we both have important things to do.â He whispered in your ear, giving him a look. A look that said I know you want to take my clothes off right now, so Iâm going to do my best to tease you. After pulling away, Mat offered you his hand for the dance you had promised.
Standing in the middle of the dance floor with him, while looking at your surroundings and seeing how happy your best friend was, kind of hit you like a sack of bricks. A few years ago if someone had told you this was where your life would end up, youâd have called them crazy. You felt him kiss your forehead as you danced, and you felt yourself melt into him a little. You had no defenses against him, your walls suddenly disappeared when he was near. If he was out of your sight, suddenly the world wasnât as clear anymore. Maybe summer wasnât just a time for flings, because this one felt different. Who would have thought just one summer weekend could be so life changing.
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Half a summer and one year laterâŠ
You couldnât believe you were standing where you were. Summer was starting to become your favorite season. The only thing that brought you back down to earth was the squeeze you felt on your hand from your new husband. The look of reassurance on his face told you all that you needed to know, that he loved you and that youâd be fine. Crowds werenât always your thing, even if it was your own wedding.
âYou ready?â
He knew the timing of your entrance better than anyone, and you could hear Tito start to speak from the other side of the door. The doors opened, blinding you with light. You felt one last squeeze, and then your brain managed to get your feet to start moving again.
âMy friends, it is my honor and great pleasure to introduce to you for the very first time⊠MR. AND MRS. MATHEW BARZAL!â
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NHL x internet 7/?
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The Best Of You, Honey, Belongs To Me
Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader
A visceral in doses fic
Warnings: some jealousy and smut, mentions having a baby and drinking alcohol, and mentions marriage
Takes place September 2026
âRyanâs here,â Mat groans while unbuckling Nolan from his car seat.
Your sweet boy kicks his legs in delight, ready to be in his daddyâs arms while simultaneously distracting Mat from his distaste. You clock just where Matâs line of vision was previously directed, Ryanâs car.
âYou memorized his car?â You ask with a smirk after you round the corner to get to your two boys.
Mat doesnât usually get jealous, so when he does you always feel a little smug.
âItâs not my fault heâs always around,â Mat mutters against Nolanâs chubby cheek.
âDada,â Nolan squeals, his body leaning into his daddyâs chest.
âAw baby, donât be jealous. Iâm all yours,â you say, holding up your left hand to showcase your rock for an engagement ring. It catches the rays from the sun and gleams, making Mat smile gleefully.
âI love you,â he says with his lovesick eyes that you love so much.
You walk up to him, long silky smooth legs on display, and reach out to move some hair away from his forehead. His hazel eyes sparkle in the sun, luring you into his chest. Or maybe it was his large hand on the curve of your ass pulling you to him. You seal your mouth to his and welcome his tongue as it passes the seam of your lips. He hums into you, tasting the cherry flavor of your lip gloss.
âFuck. Can I just take you home?â Mat asks, breathlessly after he reluctantly pulls away.
He keeps his eyes closed for a while, memories of your night before flashing through his mind.
âSorry, hotshot. We need to be here at least 3 hours before we can think about leaving,â you sigh, turning to adjust Nolanâs wrinkled shirt.
He gives you a single-tooth smile and you canât resist kissing his cheeks, eliciting his precious giggles.
âMama,â he coos and puckers his lips for a kiss.
âMy boys and their kisses,â you cheer, happily giving your baby another kiss.
After dinner and many conversations held with many people, you finally have time to find your boys and relax. You make a quick stop at the ice chest to find a drink for yourself and Mat. The both of you wonât be able to drink too much because you have Nolan and the drive back home, but one sounds nice.
As youâre about to get to your fiancĂ©, you see Ryan step up to him and you pause. Things with Mat and Ryan are still weird. Even though there have been many occasions that theyâve been around each other, thereâs still tension that lingers. Ryan will make conversation with you and Mat will immediately turn green in jealousy. He reeks in it and you especially feel it when he paws at you so openly. You donât mind Matâs brazen nature when it comes to you; you know heâs not faking it.
âHey, man. Do you mind if I carry Nolie bear?â Ryan asks and you can clearly see Mat tense up. His skin crawls as this nobody uses the nickname you coined for your son.
Heâs still for a while and Ryan waits in front of him patiently. Matâs confidence starts to falter. He never really thought about another man carrying his son as a threat, but now heâs on alert.
âSure,â Mat agrees and passes Nolan into Ryanâs arms.
âHeâs adorable, Mat. He reminds me a lot of Y/n,â Ryan says with a smile. His eyes briefly flash over to you. He seems to always know where you are.
âThatâs funny, Y/n always says that heâs my mini me,â Mat retorts with a smug look painting his face.
Before Ryan can respond, Nolan starts wailing and squirming. He reaches his little arms out for his daddy, and Mat wastes no time taking him into his arms. Nolanâs cries pull you to them, so you can make sure heâs okay.
âHey little man. Are you okay, baby?â You coo and run your fingers through the small tufts of hair on his head.
Mat watches the way Ryanâs eyes burn into your skin. He watches you so intently, like he just wants to pull you into him. Well, too bad. Mat will never let it happen.
âHeâs okay. He just isnât used to being in strangers arms,â Mat hums, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side. As you wipe away Nolanâs tears, Matâs hand makes home on the small of your back. His fingers dip down to the curve of your ass and you send him a wicked grin. His touch alone is enough to set you on fire.
âHeâs a daddyâs boy at the moment,â you chime in, nudging your nose into your boyfriendâs cheek. You softly cup his cheek and pulls his lips to yours. The large diamonds of your engagement ring shine under the light and catch Ryanâs eye.
âYouâre engaged?â His shocked question pulls your attention away from where youâre currently occupied.
âOh yeah! Mat asked while we were in Italy last month. Isnât my ring perfect? Mat had it customized. Iâm so lucky,â you gleam, practically jumping up and down. The jiggle of your ass under your shorts catches Matâs attention and he has to wipe away the drool on his chin.
âI couldnât wait any longer to make this pretty girl my wife,â Mat simpers, slapping your ass and kissing on your exposed shoulder.
âWell of course you had to. She did have your baby,â Ryan murmurs, eyes rolling at the two of you.
âShut up,â you snap and push yourself into Matâs chest before he can throw a fist.
âIâm just saying. He probably felt like he had to propose to you because you had a baby,â Ryan shrugs as if what he was saying wasnât rude and offensive.
âCareful, Ryan. You almost sound jealous,â Mat grunts.
âJealous? Of who? You?â The other guy shakes his head, his eyes dead set on Mat.
âRight, you wouldnât be jealous of me. I only have the girl of your dreams in my bed every night and she had my baby. And now sheâs wearing the engagement ring I designed for her, but youâre not jealous,â Mat says under his breath, but loud enough for Ryan to hear.
You turn into Matâs chest, coming face to face with the protruding veins on his neck and the flush in his face. Heâs pissed. You rub down his torso and rub at Nolanâs back. Surely he can feel the tension and thatâs why heâs pressed into Mat.
âI donât care about any of that, because guess what? Sheâll never forget her first,â Ryan huffs, unknowingly setting off a ticking time bomb inside of your fiancĂ©.
Your jaw drops to the floor and your anger starts to boil over its already overflowing pot. You cannot believe this is happening right now.
âYou know what, itâs time to go,â you cut in before things have a chance to turn for the worst.
Mat follows you silently, his hand intertwining with yours lets you know that heâs trying to calm down.
Bidding your goodbyes and promises of seeing your family and friends again soon pass by in a blur. Youâre not even sure what words came out of your mouth. Your feet just know that you have to get out of there and carry you to the car with Nolan in hand.
As you buckle Nolan in you start to feel guilty for leaving Mat in there- heâs either stuck in line for the restroom or stuck in his farewells- but the air in that house was starting to run thin.
And while you worry about Mat, heâs seemingly burning whatever remnants of the bridge that connects you to Ryan.
Your fiancĂ© places a heavy hand on Ryanâs shoulder, gathering his full attention.
âYou may have been her first, but Iâm her last. At least I can please my girl more than once in one night, and she sometimes doesnât mind making a mess on my sheets,â Mat whispers and walks away before Ryan can respond.
The hockey player finds you in his vehicle, his fast paced walk getting him to you within a minute.
âIâm sorry I left you in there. I just needed to get-â your words are cut off by Matâs lips on yours.
His hands cup your cheeks and tilt your head back as his tongue devours your mouth.
âYouâre mine,â he huffs, eyes closed as he tries to commit this kiss to memory.
âAlways and forever,â you breathlessly whisper and place your forehead against his.
âLetâs go home,â he says, patting your butt and walking you to the passenger side.
The entire way home you keep a watchful eye on Mat. You can tell heâs still bothered by what happened by the way he white knuckles the steering wheel. You cup the back of his neck and rub out the tension with your thumb. You can feel him partially relax into your touch.
âI love you, Barzy,â you whisper and finally relax into the seat.
Back at home, you quickly give Nolan and yourself a bath before putting him to sleep.
Mat intercepts you in your shared bedroom, his hands pull your body into a hug. Youâre only clad in your silk robe and the hockey player is quick to undo the tie. His eyes roam your bare body hidden beneath the silky material. Your nipples peek through and catch his attention. His thumbs massage your nipples over your robe and your core starts to tingle in delight.
âI canât believe you ever had sex with that guy,â Mat grumbles as he pushes the robe off of your shoulders.
He grabs you by your waist and hoists you so youâre lying on your California king sized bed. Your darkening eyes follow each of his movements as he pulls off every item of clothing on his frame.
You move to rest on your side, half propped up by leaning on your elbow.
âIt pisses me off that he made you come for the first time. It pisses me off even more that heâs still around and that he watches you like a hawk. Youâre mine. Youâre my wife, the mother of our child,â he exasperated, hands fisting his hair.
You watch him vibrate with anger thatâs triggered by jealousy. Some people may feel guilty, but it turns you on like no other.
âBut look at you all laid out for me,â Mat continues, finally getting on the bed.
He climbs on top of you, his knees pressing into the mattress at your sides. He leans down, cups your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. A soft moan escapes your mouth, one that he almost doesnât hear.
âBaby,â you hum and guide his hand to your heat.
âYouâre so wet, pretty girl. Whoâre you all soaked for?â He smirks at the way you coat his fingers in arousal.
âYou. Only you,â you whimper as he sinks his cold fingers into you, preparing you for his cock.
âHell yeah. Iâm the only one who can make you feel like this,â Mat stakes his claim and continues to pump his thick digits into you.
âFuck me. Fill me up, please,â you beg and close your legs around his wrist to stop his movements.
âYou want my cock, baby?â
You nod your head before uttering out a desperate please.
âAre you going to be my good girl?â He questions even though he knows the answer. He finally moves between your legs, grabbing his length and giving it a few strokes, sending a jolt of excitement through you.
âYes,â your response is broken as he slips himself between your folds. His shaft glistens in your wetness.
You softly swivel your hips, your clit meeting his leaking tip. He taps his head on your sensitive bud, teasing you until youâre begging.
âYou feel so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me,â he grunts as he finally stretches you open.
Your core flutters around him immediately. Heâs rock hard and heavy inside of you. His thrusts are slow, but pronounced. His mushroomed tip glides along your wet walls in a tantric massage. It makes you so weak.
âKiss me,â you whine and pull him down on top of you. Your legs wrap around him, your heels digging into his back to keep him deep inside of you. Your hands wrap around his upper back and neck. You always need him pressed to your skin.
Mat takes your lips in his, his nose nudging into yours and his tongue stroking yours. He swallows each of your moans while simultaneously pulling more out of you.
The all too familiar knot starts to tighten in your tummy. Every single nerve ending in your body burns in lust. Mat must feel the way you clench down on him, because he lifts one of your legs and places it over his shoulder.
âOh my god. Right there, Maty. Donât stop,â you chant at the change in angle.
His cock hits deeper to the point you practically feel him in your stomach. His large hands grip your hips and move them up and down. He repeatedly presses into your sweet spot and it sends you reeling. Your back arches off the bed and you fist the sheets while your moans get stuck in your throat. The pleasure is too good, itâs rendered you speechless.
âYou look so sexy taking my cock,â he praises and circles your clit with the pad of his thumb.
Your body thrums in bliss, your slick dripping down his length and collecting at the base. The squelching and moaning creates your own melody.
âIâm going to come,â you announce with a loud moan.
The knot is being pulled taut, on the verge of snapping, and Mat holds you tight as he pounds into you.
âCome on my cock and scream my name, baby,â he throws you into the abyss.
You come with a cry, his name in the center of it. Your body twitches as the strength of your orgasm unleashes its wrath. Your walls collapse on his cock and sets off his own release. His come is pumped deep inside of you, filling you up, making you his.
âThatâs it, pretty girl. Youâre such a good girl, taking all of my come,â Mat praises, slowly pulling out of you and letting his lips caress your entire shivering body. He reaches down and circles your clit, working you through your release. Very gently he inserts two fingers into your sopping pussy, fucking his come back into you. Itâs an erotic sight to see it drop down your thighs, but he also loves watching you be full of him. Plus, itâs hot to see it spill from your cunt.
âI love you,â you whimper and kiss on any part of him you can reach.
âI love you, baby.â He scoops your body into his arms and adjusts the both of you, so youâre lying on his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart eases the effects of your aftershocks. His warmth seeps into your skin and you can feel yourself slipping into the perfect satiated state.
Nolanâs shrill cries break through the silence from the baby monitor and wake you up.
âI got it,â Mat whispers with a kiss to your forehead.
âNo, let me. I want to hold my baby,â you respond and pull yourself out of bed.
You quickly get cleaned up before warming up his milk and entering the nursery. While you get Nolan situated in the rocking chair, Mat cleans himself up and puts on some underwear.
Quietly he stands in the entrance of Nolanâs room, watching the love of his life feed their baby. Youâre dressed in Matâs button up and Nolan is wrapped in an Islanders onesie. He sucks his milk while his eyes are glued to you. Mat knows thatâs why you love feeding him. The bonding moment is everything to you, especially since you weaned him off of your breast milk.
You look up and find the love of your life watching the sweet moment between you and your son. You give him a soft smile, one full of love and appreciation. He single-handedly changed your life and you couldnât be happier than you are right now.
âI love you, Y/n. So much,â Mat professes, kneeling down next to the rocking chair, and gracing you with many kisses to your shoulder and neck.
âI love you, Barzy,â you whisper tearfully.
With ease, Mat picks you up and sets you on his lap after he sits on the chair. You lean your head back on his shoulder and continue feeding your baby boy. Mat presses his mouth into your neck and his pointer finger is wrapped up in Nolanâs tiny hand. Mat is grateful for his life with you and the family youâre both creating.
a/n: Idk how I really feel about this, but enjoy!
#visceral in doses#mat barzal#mat barzal fanfiction#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal smut#mat barzal fic#nhl imagine#nhl fic#new york islanders
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lianaabarzal: pov your brother's 27 and doesn't know how to turn on the stove
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can we get a barzy smut (ur wearing his cowboy hat, doing it on the kitchen counter)
save a horse, ride a cowboy â mb
wc: 1.9k
cw: SMUT (18+)!!!, dirty talk, cowboys đ€
note: I knoooooow Iâm supposed to be working on other things but at least Iâm writing again!!! hopefully more coming soon!!! love you guys & thanks for the support đ«¶đŒ reblogs & comments appreciated
âAlright, cowboy. Iâm ready. Letâs go.â After over an hour of getting ready you finally stepped out of the bathroom ready for your night out. Mat and your friends were going out tonight to a bull riding event that came to New York only once a year. Your recent obsession with cowboys had you giddy for the night all day long. You had broken in your new cowboy boots for weeks specially for tonight. Your boyfriend had the same idea with his cowboy hat. Which looked absolutely sexy on top of his mess of hair. Youâd been fantasizing for a while about riding him with his hat on. But that would wait for after the show.
You found Mat sitting on the couch on his phone with his black cowboy hat on his head. âFinally,â he said, putting his phone away, looking up at you. You could see his breath hitch as his eyes dragged over your body, slowly, up and down, then up again to meet your eyes. They narrowed slightly as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
You grinned and spun around in a circle, giving him the full view of the outfit. The white oversized linen blouse that was held together in the front by only two strings, with a red lace bra underneath, the tight black miniskirt with an oversized western belt and the star of the show, your cherry red cowboy boots. âGood?â
âFuck,â was all he muttered, before lifting his hand to rake his hand through his hair, which knocked the cowboy hat of his head he forgot he was wearing. He was frozen in place so you took to few steps it took to get to him, leaning over a little too closely to give a little peak and picked the hat up, setting it on your intentional wavy mess of hair.
âNow Iâm ready.â You stroked his cheek and winked at him before walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Mat immediately jumped up and followed you to the kitchen where he came up to you from behind to pull you into his body by your hips. His lips latched onto your neck, pressing soft wet kisses along it while his big hand slipped underneath your open blouse over your stomach keeping you in place against him.
âWe gotta go,â you hummed leaning more into his touch. You really did have to go, but the warmth that spread throughout your body was terribly good at letting you forget that fact.
âI donât care,â Mat mumbled back, still working your neck and jawline while sliding his hands over your body.
âWeâre gonna miss the opening show,â you tried again, but there wasnât much care behind your words either.
âIâd much rather bend you over the counter and fuck you all night long.â A little gasp escaped you at his words. âAnd you know what they say, you wear the hat you ride the cowboy.â
You couldnât argue with that logic and let him spin you around and kiss you breathlessly. The hat was knocked of your head when he pressed you into the fridge kissing you so aggressively that you had to grip his own linen blouse you forced him to wear â a black tshirt just wouldnât do â strong enough you were scared you were going to rip holes into it.
You didnât kiss for much longer, both of you already worked up enough, before Mat gripped your hips roughly to flip you and bend you over the kitchen island. You landed on your elbows, palms flat on the marble while Mat kicked your legs apart. He groaned slapping your ass that was already peaking out from under your skirt. He shoved the tiny bit of frantic even higher so it bunched around your waist, only to reveal the matching red lace thong. The growl that came out of him could have brought you over the edge alone. Matâs calloused hands griped your delicate skin then pressed his erection into you.
âThis ass drives me crazy, every fucking day.â He slapped your skin again. âAnd then this skirt, god.â
Your moan was interrupted by a chuckle. âIâm aware. We never make it out the door without you fucking me against the closest surface any time I wear it.â
One of his hands got ahold of your waves and pulled your upper body up to him. With a touch voice he spoke into your ear sending shiver down your spine, âIs that what you want? For me to fuck you on the counter? Making us late yet again? Weâre starting to gain a reputation.â
His grip on your hair was rough but the pleasure trumped the pain. âYes,â you whispered hoarsely.
âGood girl.â And with that she shoved you back down, pressing you flat against the cold counter. He works his pants, freeing his hard cock desperate to slide right into you. And he doesnât waste any time pushing your pantries to the side, lining up and running the tip over your folds. You both gasp at contact. âThis pussy if soaked for me. You like the hat that much, eh?â
You wiggled your ass in response, widening your stance and pushing back into him to urge him on. He slipped himself through your folds again before slamming into you to the hilt. âOh god,â you moaned, your finger digging into the marble.
Mat gave you a few more seconds to adjust before gripping your hips and thrusting back into you, hard. âSo fucking right.â He switched between hard and fast thrusts then slower and more precise ones, grinding into you making sure to hit every angle. His hands were on you. Your back, pushing you down. Your hair, giving him something to hold onto while slamming into you repeatedly.
You were a whimpering moaning mess underneath him. âThat what you wanted? To be fucked by a cowboy?â His words were choppy and breathless as he slammed into you then rolled his hips sliding impossibly deeper.
âFuck, yes,â you breathed. That got your ass slapped and your hair pulled hard giving you enough momentum to force yourself up onto your hands. Matâs lips connected with your shoulder, biting down enough to leave marks before soothing the burn with soft kisses.
âYou are delicious,â he murmured and suddenly the moment turned soft. Your arm wrapped around his neck pulling him into you for a kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and you both moaned when Mat started slowing moving his hips again.
But then he separated, only enough to spin you around and lift you up onto the counter, capturing your lips immediately after. You kissed, not caring about smearing your red lipstick. He was addicting and even though you absolutely hated being late to events, for this youâd give up everything. But when your body started to scream for his cock filling you again, you slipped your hand between your bodies wrapping your hand around the root of his hard length that juts out above the waistband of his underwear. Around every hot, hard inch covered in your juices. Your finger glides over the tip, smearing the drops of cum beading there.
Finally, you slid closer to the edge of the counter and Mat filled you easily, breaking the kiss to let his head fall back with a groan. Your legs shook in their place around his waist. You felt every inch, every ridge, every vain as he slowly moved inside of you. The please was building and building, turning your brain into mush losing control over your body. But Mat got you, pinning you to him, savoring every moan and sigh.
âMaty. Maty.â You buried your face in the crock of his neck and let him work you, pumping into you slow but deep.
âYouâre so good to me,â he whispered, his lips tracing your damp skin. âSo good.â
His jaw flexed as he started to pick up his pace again, both of you already close to finding your release. So you lied back on the counter, let your legs fall open, and started to play with yourself while Mat took you in. That expression of passion and love on his face in full blinding force. But then you bit your lip and pinched your clit as his expression turned downright wicked. He pulled out and then slammed in hard. Again. And again. Steady, even, powerful strokes that shook your entire body.
Mat fucked you senseless on the top of the kitchen counter. The cowboy hat, which had gotten you so worked up all afternoon since he refused to wait until tonight to wear it, scattered on the floor. He looked like some sort of avenging god working you into a frenzy. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair flopped over his forehead, veins bulging on his forearms while his abs flexed with every thrust. You could come just from savoring the view you got by lying with spread legs beneath his hard, heavy body. His hands held you open wide, and his eyes stay locked on yours.
You finally fell apart underneath his touch. Your body tremored, wave after wave as your orgasm dragged on for an eternity. Mat draped himself on top of you, pressing him lips to yours, swallowing every moan you gave him.
You held him close, hugging him to you even closer. Your shudders subsided and you were finally able to focus on him, noticing his lips switch â a tell he was also close. âCome on, cowboy. Come in me.â
Your voice was hoarse against his ear. You reveled in the fact that he shivered in response before his thrust got more and more sloppy, before he finally erupted. Mat groaned loudly, pushing deeper into you, spilling every drop of him cum inside of you. You felt everything. Every pulse. Every kiss. Every touch. You could even feel his heartbeat on your chest and his harsh breath against your neck.
You spent a couple of minutes catching your breath, stroking his hair, waiting for that orgasm cloud over your brain to pass. When you finally did muster up the courage to look over to the oven clock, you pushed Mat away from you. âFuck! Weâre really gonna be late now.â
âWait, wait, wait.â Matâs hand caught your wrist, spinning you back towards him. âLetâs clean up.â
He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it in the sink, before dropping to his knees. His green eyes were still oozing sex as he slowly wiped his cum from your thigh. âHurry,â you whined. âI wanna see the cowboys.â
He smirked before reaching back to grab his hat off the floor flopping it on his head. âYouâve got a perfectly good cowboy sitting right here. On his knees ready to worship you, might I add.â
As much as you loved the feel of your pussy clenching at the thought, you had plenty of time to do that later. Mat worshipping you could wait. The cowboys couldnât. And thatâs what you told him, before pulling him off the floor, doing the cleaning up yourself to actually get the job done. After a quick trip to the bathroom for some perfume renewal, you finally dragged your cowboy out the door.
#mat barzal#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal smut#nhl fics#nhl imagine#nhl fanfiction#smut#new york islanders#hockey smut#hockey fics
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Hurricanes @ Islanders | Round 1, Game 3 | April 25, 2024
#mat barzal#mathew barzal#new york islanders#isles lb#hockeyedit#stanley cup playoffs 2024#nhl playoffs 2024#playoffs 2024#nhl#mine*
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#jeremy swayman#mathew barzal#mat barzal#boone jenner#travis konecny#new york islanders#boston bruins#columbus blue jackets#philadelphia flyers#all star 2024
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i miss himmm
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please im begging... thigh riding mat barzal smut.... please
thank you for requesting!đ«¶đœ
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âShit, baby, I gotta leave soon.â
âNo, you donât,â you mumbled defiantly, your fingers curled in his hair to tug his head back as your lips trace over his pulse point. âYou have ages.âÂ
âI still need to get ready,â Mat murmured, but it was half-hearted at best. His hands were gripping your hips, his body sinking back into the couch as you continued to kiss along his neck. âThe boys are gonna give me shit if Iâm late againââ
âTragic,â you retorted, though he could feel your smile pressed against him.Â
âBaby,â Mat groaned before he ducked his head down, until his lips found yours again. âYouâre a menace.âÂ
You pulled back, your hands dropping to rest on his chest. âSorry for wanting to spend some time with my boyfriend after heâs been away for a week,â you grumbled but the smile remained on your face. âI think I need to have a word with the coaching team. Itâs not fair that you have morning skate when you just came back from a roadie.âÂ
Mat raised his brows, amused. âNot fair for who?â
âFor your lonely and neglected girlfriend,â you retorted.
Mat snorted. âMy poor girl.âÂ
Your eyes narrowed. âDonât mock me.â
âNever,â he grinned before he leaned back up to kiss you again. âNeed some lovinâ?â
âDonât say it like that,â you muttered but you leaned into the kiss, your nails lightly scratching his chest over the material of his shirt. âMakes me sound needy.âÂ
âYou are needy,â Mat countered, lightly pinching your hip. âAnd I love it.âÂ
âThen do something about it,â you retorted, hips rolling down to feel the bulge in his sweatpants. âMat, baby, pleaseâŠâÂ
Mat groaned, gripping your hips to stay still despite every cell in his body wanting to do the opposite. âBaby, I canât.âÂ
You huffed, your hands on his chest as you moved to climb off his lap.Â
âHey, hey,â Mat murmured as he pulled you back down, your chests pressed together. âI said I canât. I didnât say you couldnât.â
Your brows furrowed in confusion. âMat, that doesnât make any senseââ
âGonna make you feel good, baby,â he murmured, lifting you up enough so you were shifted off his lap and left straddling one of his legs instead.Â
Your cheeks warmed at his insinuation. âMatââ
âCâmon, I gotta leave soon,â Mat muttered against your lips as his hands squeezed your hips. âWant my pretty girl to ride my thigh before I go.â
Your brain short circuited for a small moment.Â
âSâhot, babe,â Mat continued like his suggestion hadnât completely melted your insides and washed away any coherent thoughts with it. âPretty sure I remember you said you wanted to try it back at All-Starsââ
âI was drunk,â you defended, but your body flushed at the reminder. âAnd it wasnât my fault you had your thighs out like a slut.â
He grinned. âThey are all yours, baby, use them as you please.â
Your breath hitched a little. âI donât knowâŠâ
âShhh, just relax fâme,â Mat whispered, leaning up to kiss you again.Â
You sunk into his embrace, letting the whirling thoughts in your mind come to a halting stop as his tongue swiped along your lower lip before deepening the kiss. His hands gave your hips another squeeze before he started guiding, slowly rocking you back and forth until your body was moving on itâs own accord.
âJust like that, baby,â he praised, his forehead pressed against yours as your soft pants brushed along his lips. âThatâs my pretty girl. Looking so fucking good riding my thigh like that. You look so gorgeous when you use me, baby.â
Your face flushed, a pathetic whine leaving your lips. âMatââ
âCâmon, baby,â Mat cooed, his thumbs dipping under the hem of your shirt to swipe along your heated skin. âGive me something to think about during practice.â
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Thatâs That Me, Espresso
Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader
A visceral in doses fic
Warnings: alcohol consumption, smut and mentions exhibitionismđ€ (bolded italics are flashbacks)
Takes place this summer
Mat has the perfect view from his floating in the pool. Youâre on the chaise lounge, soaking up the vibrant sun rays. Your tortoise shell sunglasses sit perfectly on the bridge of your nose and youâre donned in the tiniest, pale yellow bikini. The cups of your top do the bare minimum at keeping you covered, but Mat has no complaints about it. He loves being able to see the sheen of sweat painting your skin, making it look extremely soft and silky. Donât even get him started with the way your boobs rise and fall with every breath of air you take.
Itâs like you know heâs watching when you adjust your form. His eyes follow the way your hips softly jut up so you can be more comfortable. Mat gulps down and leans his head back into the water, needing to cool down from your heated allure. But even with his eyes closed, heâs still taunted by the images of you behind his eyelids.
âFuck, Maty. You feel so good,â you moan, hands pressed into his chest and your body straddling your boyfriendâs. His cock deep inside of you.
âYeah, baby? Youâre taking me so well,â he whispers, teeth nipping on your earlobe to make you lean into him.
Your boobs push up into his face and his mouth takes advantage of your nipples. He tugs and sucks at your stiffened peaks, drowning in the music that is your whimpers.
Matâs hands go to your hips to guide you, but your body takes over. You bounce up and down, his leaking tip dragging along your wet walls. You grind into him and he hits your spongy spot. Your arousal increases and drips down his shaft. The squelching sounds intensifying your impending orgasm. After pleasure filled moments of taking him deeper and deeper, you start to swirl your hips from left to right and right to left. The movement lets you feel just how much he truly stretches you out. He fills you up in all the right ways; you swear you can feel him fuck into areas you didnât even know existed.
âIâm gonna cum,â you announce, a finger circling your clit in tandem with your lower half.
âCum for me, pretty girl,â your boyfriend encourages, hands glued to the cheeks of your ass.
The knot inside of your stomach snaps, throwing you into a dizzying, burning haze. Your back arches as your tight walls collapse around his cock. Matâs finger takes over massaging your clit and that makes you go blind with ecstasy. Everything goes black as your body trembles furiously and you gush around his length. You fist his hair and pull his lips flush against yours, tongue thrusting into his mouth. He easily takes it into his mouth and sucks on it, tasting the remnants of his previous orgasm that you expertly sucked out of him.
Your sexy hockey player boyfriend shifts his hips, cock spreading you open all over again. You whimper and spasm against the muscles of his body. Youâre so sensitive, any subtle movement of his has your cock-drunk pussy spiraling into another powerful orgasm. You clench down around him, keeping him tight and warm and making him see stars as he spills into you.
âFuck. Fuck. Fuck. Your Pussy was made for me,â Matâs groans rattle though your spent body as you continue to flutter around him, milking him for every single drop of his release.
A large hand wraps around your throat and pulls your face to his. His lips take yours and he steals whatever breath you have left.
Even in a relaxed state, Mat canât escape the sight of your swiveling hips and the flush it creates on his neck down to his chest. It wouldnât be a problem- the way you awaken his lust and cause his length to stir awake, but the fact that he has to wait until youâre done tanning is the problem.
Itâs almost laughable the way Mat is so transparent. From your spot out of the water you can clearly tell he wants to take you exactly where you are. Impatience burns at his skin and you know that he wants nothing but to indulge in his lust.
You peer over at him from over the lens of your shades, catching a perfect glance at his hungry eyes. The usual hazel irises now mirror the espresso you had this morning. You flash him a knowing smirk, biting onto your bottom lip. The thought of his godlike body over yours sounds way too appealing.
God, youâre so lucky. Youâre the one he craves; youâre the love of his life. All of his ex girlfriends and ex flings are nothing compared to you. Youâre his living, breathing, dream. You feel nothing but pride, knowing that youâve made him unattainable. You know, without a doubt, that one day youâll be his wife and eventually have his babies. You shrug in nonchalance, happily accepting your fate while taking a sip of your sloshy margarita. The watermelon crush drips down your chin and you wipe it up with a single finger before popping it into your mouth, lapping up the liquid. Your action grabs Matâs attention and pulls him out of the pool. Youâre just too hard to resist.
âHey, hot stuff,â Mat grins, droplets of water slipping down the defined ridges of his body as he exits the pool.
âHey, hotshot,â you hum, taking another drink of the frozen goodness. The tequila burns your throat just right- almost like when you take your boyfriendâs cock into your mouth.
Mat pauses where heâs at, taking in the sight of you. You teasingly spread your legs open, your bikini covered heat begging him to come over. You silently call him to you with your pointer finger making a come hither motion.
âHi, baby, can you put some tanning lotion on me?â You simply ask, holding out the bottle towards him.
âOf course, pretty girl.â He takes the bottle and squeezes the substance onto his palm.
Before he can start you flip over onto your stomach. You sport a cocky grin when you notice Matâs eyes dip down to the curves of your ass. Now he knows why you had that familiar sultry lilt to your question; you were being a tease. With a deep breath he moves to start massaging the lotion into your legs.
His big hands take up so much space on your body and it drives you wild. Your core starts to drip and flutter, too bad you have to wait.
Moving onto your back, he takes his time and gives you a gentle massage. You practically melt into the lounger beneath you, especially when he starts tracing the letters of your tattoo. The feeling of his rough hands on your smooth skin is so enticing, because despite the roughness, he treats your body like youâre a goddess.
âThat feels so good,â you moan and stretch out your limbs. Mat is instantly transported to his previous thoughts of you coming undone on top of him. Those moans are the exact same.
Without a word, your boyfriend delivers a hard smack to your ass. Your skin simmers under his palms and he grows hotter after hearing your whimper. The sting sends a jolt of pulsing desire to your pussy.
âYou little shit,â you huff out, blowing some of your hair out of your face after Mat flipped you over by your hips. You throw a playful glare at him, but he just gives you a sassy smirk in return.
âYou love me,â he says with a shrug and boy is he right.
You clench your thighs together as youâre desperate for friction. The way he easily manhandles you is one of the hottest things ever.
âYeah, I guess I do,â you sigh, hands moving behind your back and pulling at the strings that hold your top up.
Your eyes lock onto your boyfriendâs, tension rising into the already humid air, and pull your top away from your chest. Your breasts fall free and every rational thought flees Matâs head. Heâs spent the entire time at the pool wanting you moaning and fucked out; heâs not waiting any longer.
Before he can make his next move, you place your foot on torso. He cocks his head to the side in a silent question. You hold the bottle of lotion out to him, humming in satisfaction when he reluctantly takes it.
This time his movements are with haste and he makes sure not to rub any on your exposed boobs. Not even your protest could get him to comply, but you quickly drop it in hopes of his perfect tongue swirling around your nipples.
After heâs done and the sun tan lotion is put away, he crawls over you. His hulking body looms over your smaller frame. To anyone else itâd look daunting, but it fills you with a carnal urge. Your hands ghost over his muscled chest and faint goosebumps appear on his skin. He leans down over your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. You arch off the lounger and enjoy the way he nips at you. You card your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands every time he sucks on you harder.
âKiss me,â you whine, guiding his mouth away from your nipple and onto your mouth.
His tongue snakes between your lips, getting a taste of your margarita. The kiss is bruising and makes your body tingle; your heart accelerating with each caress. You pull Mat down on top of you, arms and legs wrapping around him. Your whine is swallowed by him as he grinds his clothed cock into your covered pussy. Pulling away, Mat takes a look at your glossy and plump lips, then he nibbles at them while you lay flaccid under him. His hands roam down your sides, painting you in a darkened flush that isnât your tan. He fiddles with the ties of your bikini bottoms and slowly pulls them undone.
âI want you,â his voice is heavy with lust and it makes the hairs on your body stand.
Not feeling like replying, you rip off the bottoms to your bathing suit and then pull off his swim trunks. His member is thick and waiting for you. You give it a momentary fist until he knocks your hands away.
He grabs your waist and drags you closer to him. You let go of all control as he starts to roll your hips into him. Mat squeezes his cock between your folds, and each time you move, his angry, red tip massages your swollen clit. His length stiffens even more than it already is and it makes you want him even more.
âPlease, baby. Please fuck me. Ruin me,â you beg, hands trying to put him inside of you.
âI got you, baby,â he shushes you.
He pushes into you with a gasp, making one fall from your lips at the delicious stretch. Youâll never get over the way his thick cock opens you up.
Mat holds himself up over you with his forearms pressing into the cushion. His thrusts are lazy, but you donât care. Not when you can feel each of his veins rub against your tight walls. Even the vibration of his moans can be felt deep in your core, sparking up a fire within you. You move your hands to his back, falling more in love with the way his muscles stretch under his skin. You hold him tight because you need something grounding, something so you wonât quickly evaporate into the abyss.
âYou feel so good, pretty girl,â Mat moans, his voice sickly sweet.
Your boyfriend tries to fasten his pace, but your slick walls wonât let him fully pull out. Looking down, Mat watches the way you suck him in and how your arousal collects at the base of his cock. The sight is erotic and Mat can feel his release start to bubble up.
You cup his cheeks, lips encasing his. The moment he sticks his tongue in your mouth youâre sucking on it like itâs the last thing youâll get to feast on. Youâre just about to tug on his bottom lip when your head falls back and a raspy moan claws its way up your throat. He nudged your g-spot with purpose; he wants to see you lost in rapture. He wants to see the way your chest heaves and your toes curl as you attempt to hold yourself together. Your nails dig into his skin and leave behind a trail of blistering red streaks. Those will have to be kissed on at a later time.
His hips bear down and snap into you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. You can feel him bulge in your abdomen every time he lifts your lower half up to meet his movements.
âOh my god! Yes, baby,â you shout, body running on nothing but margaritas and lust.
Your pussy starts to flutter around him, youâre slick dripping down his balls just as your tanning lotion now coats Matâs skin. You wish so badly that you werenât in the privacy of your own vacation home, so people can see and be jealous of the way your boyfriend tears you apart with his rock hard length. Something similar to feral grips at you, turning your rational mind upside down. Youâd be called insane if people knew that you want the sound of the afternoon breeze to turn into moans of other people getting off on you and your man.
âBaby, youâre so wet. Is it all for me?â Mat asks as if he doesnât already know.
âYes! All for you,â you say with an affirmative nod.
Your core melts around him as he pushes deeper inside of you. You press your feet into the small of his back to keep him flush to you. His mouth is right next to your ear and his salacious moans set off your release. A soft hand goes to the nape of his neck and grips his grown out hair. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm surges through your body. Your twitching walls create a ripple effect and push his orgasm into motion. His hot cum shoots thick ropes inside of you as you quake underneath him.
With a low, husky grunt Mat slumps into your body. Your boobs become squished into his sweaty chest, but the feeling of his rapidly beating heart distracts you from the feel of the tackiness dressing your skin. He noses at the pulse point on your neck; his lips leaving delicate kisses and fresh bruises youâll have to cover with makeup.
âI love you,â he mumbles into your collarbone before resting his cheek over your heart. His breath is heavy and his eyes are lidded, Luke heâs ready to fall asleep.
He slowly rearranges himself, his cock still keeping his release inside of you, making sure to softly drag out your orgasm.
âI love you,â you moan. His weight keeps you anchored down, so your overstimulation doesnât sweep you away.
You gently card your fingers through his hair, each otherâs bodies slipping into a state of tranquility. You eventually fall asleep wrapped up in Mat as the sun washes over the both of you in your throne of bliss.
a/n: So this is the first piece in a while that I enjoyed writing for visceral in doses. I hope you all enjoy itđ«¶
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Can you write a fic about Mat getting into a fight on the ice because an opponent said something about you
â guilty conscience, m. barzal. â  â â â Â
â â ââ ââ author's note: experimenting with how much i like posting in 3rd person. literally wrote this in my 2 hr philosophy lecture this morning because fuck thomas hobbes. somehow i write all day for my major and minors, yet somehow i still find the will to write these fics lmao.
â â ââ ââ warnings: a little angsty. established couple argument. language warnings i think. mat is very mat in this one. short and sweet <3
â â ââ ââ pairing: mathew barzal x fem!oc (malia).
â â ââ ââ word count: 3.6k.
Malia took a sip of her overpriced soda, the fizz tickling her nose as she surveyed the bustling arena. The smell of popcorn and the distant sound of skates slicing ice filled the air. It was her second time watching Mat play a home game for the New York Islanders, and she still felt like the new kid on the block. She wore her navy blue team jersey with "Barzal" emblazoned across the back, a gift from Mat for their two-month anniversary. She'd studied the rules and lingo, eager to fit in, but the pace of the sport still left her breathless.
Grace, the wife of the Islanders' captain Anders, leaned over and tapped her arm. "What do you think, so far?" she said with a knowing smile.
Malia smiled unconvincingly, trying to hide her nerves. Grace had been kind to her, but the other wives and girlfriends were a tougher nut to crack. They all had their own history, their own jokes, and Malia felt like she was trying to catch up on a TV show she'd started mid-season.
"Mat's really got his head in the game tonight," Malia said, hoping to steer the conversation away from her novice status. She watched as he zipped across the ice, stick handling the puck with ease, a blur of motion and concentration.
"Oh, absolutely," Grace agreed, her eyes glued to the action. "When he gets like that, it's like he's in a whole different world. They're all like that, really. Once they find their groove, it's like nothing else exists."
The game grew intense as the period neared its end. Malia felt the excitement of the crowd building like pressure in a pot. Mat's broke away down the ice, and Malia found herself leaning forward in her seat, heart racing. He was so fast, so graceful. It was easy to get lost in the flow of the game when he played. That's when it happened. The opponent, a burly player from the other team, had a smirk on his face as he checked Mat hard into the boards without warning. Malia's breath caught in her throat as Mat pushed himself back up, fists clenched. The smirk grew wider, and the other player opened his mouth to say something. Malia couldn't hear the words, but she saw Mat's face contort in anger.
Her eyes widened as she watched the scene unfold, a mix of horror and disbelief. The opponent had said something to set Mat off, something that made the usually disciplined player see red. Before she could even process what was happening, Mat had thrown his gloves to the ice and was throwing punches. The roar of the crowd grew to a crescendo as the two players grappled, their movements a violent shock. Malia's mind raced as she tried to understand why this was happening, why Mat was fighting.
It was all so raw, so primal.
Grace's grip on her arm tightened, her voice a low murmur. "It's okay, this is just part of the game."
But Malia felt anything but okay. Her heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of fear and confusion. The other wives and girlfriends around her remained stoic, but she could see the concern flickering in their eyes. They knew the drill, had probably seen this a hundred times before, but for Malia, it was a jolting reality check.
Mat's fury was a living, breathing entity on the ice, a stark contrast to the loud, carefree persona he was around her. It was a complete shock to the system for Malia. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing. She couldn't look away as players from both teams swarmed around them, trying to separate the combatants.
The referees eventually stepped in, breaking up the fight with a flurry of whistles and gestures. Mat was escorted to the penalty box, his teammates patting him on the back in a strange display of support. Malia's eyes remained glued to the ice, her mind racing with questions and fears she didn't know how to voice.
"You okay?" Alexa, Noah Dobson's girlfriend, leaned over, her eyes filled with empathy.
Malia nodded, her eyes not leaving Mat's figure in the penalty box. "I just... I didn't expect that."
Alexa chuckled softly. "Welcome to the league, hon. It's all part of the show."
Malia forced a smile, not sure if she was ready for this kind of drama. As the game resumed, she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just seen a side of Mat she didn't know or particularly like either. The atmosphere in the arena had shifted, the electric tension of the fight still palpable. Despite the Islanders' lead, the air was thick with unspoken concern.
When the buzzer finally rang, signaling the end of the period, Malia's nerves had her jumping out of her skin. The players skated off the ice, and she took the opportunity to excuse herself to the bathroom, needing a moment to breathe. The cold air greeted her as a departure from the sticky anxiousness of the rink. As she stared into the mirror, she wondered if she was cut out for this life, if the love she had for Mat was enough to handle the darker, more intense moments of his career.
Malia returned to her seat, the game still in progress, and found that Mat had been benched. She watched as he paced back and forth behind the glass, his eyes scanning the stands until they drifted to the Jumbotron after being nudged by a few guys Malia had not met yet.
Malia's focus on her boyfriend was broken as a few of the other girls tapped her on the shoulder, her wide eyes blasted onto the Jumbotron. She forced a smile, her eyes darting away from her face in embarrassment as she realized that the arena cameramen had noticed her #13 jersey. He offered a weak smile as she turned back to him, his eyes still watching her on the screen. She could see the apology in his eyes. He knew she was still trying her best to wrap her head around the culture and rules of the game she was learning to love for his sake.
The final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the match. The Islanders had won despite the scuffle, and Malia felt an odd mix of relief and dread as the players started to make their way off the ice. The group of them gathered their things, and she watched as Mat skated over to the bench to exchange a few words with the coach before disappearing into the locker room.
Grace gave her a reassuring pat on the back. "You'll get used to it," she said with a knowing smile. "It's part of the game. They get caught up in the moment."
Malia nodded, not entirely convinced. She knew that fights were a part of hockey, but seeing Mat so consumed by rage was unsettling, so unlike the boyfriend she knew. She sent Mat a short text, telling him she'd wait in the car for him instead of waiting with the others by the locker rooms. The coolness of the night air outside the arena brought air back into her lungs as she stepped into the parking lot. She leaned against the cold metal of the car, her heart still racing from the adrenaline rush of the fight.
When Mat emerged from the arena, his eyes searched the lot until they found her, his expression a completely devoid of any anger or self-awareness. He looked tired but victorious as he approached, his dark, fluffy hair beginning to dry from his shower. He opened the passenger door with his trademark crooked grin. "You didn't wait in the usual spot."
Malia looked at him, confusion evident on her face though she quickly pushed it aside. Maybe she was making too big a deal of it. "I just needed some air," she said, sliding into the car. "How are you feeling?"
Mat shrugged as he closed the door. "Fine. Why?" His tone was light, almost casual as he slid into the driver's seat. It was as if the fight had never happened. He threw his bag into the back and started the car, the engine rumbling to life.
"You know, the fight," Malia said, trying to keep her voice even. "You guys were really going at it."
Mat's eyes darted to her, then back to the road. "Oh, that. Just part of the game, babe. No big deal."
Malia's jaw tightened. "It looked pretty big to me." She couldn't ignore the fear that had gripped her during the fight.
Mat sighed, his eyes still on the road. "Look, it's just the heat of the moment. Sometimes things get intense out there."
Malia stared out the window, the city lights blurring together as they drove. "I guess," she muttered with a quiet sigh. She knew Mat was trying to downplay it, but she couldn't shake the image of his furious expression.
Mat's hand reached over and gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. "You okay?"
Malia took a deep breath and shifted in her seat, his calloused hand falling away from her skin. "Yeah, just tired I guess. Long day."
It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. The fight had left her emotionally drained. She'd seen Mat get competitive, sure, but never violent. It was a side of him she didn't know how to reconcile with the man who made her laugh and supported her studies so wholeheartedly.
The silence in the car grew thick as they approached Mat's apartment. Malia felt a knot in her stomach tighten. This wasn't the same playful tension they usually shared; it was heavier, denser, and less fun. When they pulled into the parking lot, Mat turned to her, his jaw set with tension as if he was bracing for something.
"What's up with you?" he asked, his voice a mix of annoyance and genuine concern.
Malia's eyes rolled before she turned to face him. "What's up with me? I don't know Mat, maybe I just didn't like seeing you like that." Her voice was a mix of anger and fear.
Mat looked at her with a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "Like what? It's just hockey. Shit like that happens all the time."
Malia's voice grew stronger as she turned to face him fully. "But you've never fought before, at least not since we've been together. What even was that?"
Mat's expression grew defensive. "It happened hours ago, Malia. Why are we even talking about this right now?"
Malia's eyes filled with frustration. "Because it's not just 'shit that happens' to me. That was you out there fighting for... what? Some kind of ego trip?" She knew she was being unfair, but she couldn't help the words from spilling out.
Mat's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "It's not like that, and you know it," he snapped. "It was a cheap hit..." He trailed off, his jaw clenching. Malia remained silent, holding back her growing anger as Mat pulled into a parking spot in the garage. They exited the car, stubbornness palpable in the air between them as they rode the elevator to his floor.
Once inside the apartment, Mat tossed his keys onto the counter and turned to her, his eyes flashing with irritation. "You're overreacting. It's part of the game."
Malia threw her purse onto the couch, her voice rising with frustration. "Maybe for you it is, but I've never seen you like that!" She felt a tremor of fear and anger at his dismissiveness. "What if you had gotten seriously hurt?"
Mat stared at her, his eyes darting over her features as he took a step closer. "That's not going to happen. I know what I'm doing out there."
Malia stepped back, her arms crossing defensively over her chest. "It's not just about you knowing what you're doing. It's about the fact that I don't want to see you like that. It scared me, Mat."
Mat groaned, running a hand through his damp hair. "But I didn't get hurt," he said, his voice still holding on to its edge. "Can we just drop it?"
Malia's eyes narrowed, looking for a hint of understanding. "No, we can't just drop it," she said firmly. "You're not the only one affected by what happens on the ice. You're my boyfriend, and when you're out there fighting like that, it's not just about the game." She turned on her heels, huffing as she stalked off to Mat's bedroom.
Mat followed her, his frustration evident in the heavy thud of his feet on the floor. "What do you want me to say, Malia?" he called after her. "It's not like I was planning on fighting."
Malia spun around in the doorway to the bedroom, her eyes flashing. "I want you to say that you get it. That you understand that I don't want to see you hurt or risking your health over some stupid shit, Mathew." He took a deep breath, his eyes closing as his temper flared again.
Malia turned her back to him, her hands shaking slightly as she unbuttoned her coat. "And for the record," she added, her voice trembling, "The only thing that actually matters to me is that you're okay."
"And I'm completely fine," Mat said, his voice tight as he stepped closer to her. "It's not like it's the first time I've thrown a punch, Malia. I'm not some fragile porcelain doll you have to worry about."
Malia whipped around, her own anger rising to match his. "I don't give a fuck about what you're used to, or what the sport expects from you!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the hallway. "I care about you, and what you do out there affects me! You were a different person out there, and I didn't like it!"
Mat stopped in his tracks, his face a mask of shock. Malia had never raised her voice at him. In fact, the first time they met, he constantly had to ask her to repeat herself with her voice so shy. The sight of her fuming with emotion was enough to make his eyebrows furrow. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his own anger in check.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice low and tight. "I'm out there playing the game I love, trying to win for my team, and for you to sit here and act like it's all about you and what you want..."
"Do you think? Ever?" Malia's voice cracked, the words cutting through the tension like a knife. She didn't mean for it to come out so loud, so harsh, but the fear and frustration had been building up inside her like a pressure cooker. She couldn't stand there any longer, listening to Mat belittle her feelings. She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the bedroom.
Mat followed her, his own anger bubbling to the surface. "What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his voice rising to match hers.
"I'm not doing this with you. If you don't want to talk about it, fine, but don't act like I'm some kind of drama queen," Malia retorted, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and hurt. She couldn't believe that he was making it sound like her fear was unreasonable. Her hands shook as she bit back tears, her straightened hair falling out of place from the stress of the evening.
Mat's face softened a little, and he took a step closer to her. "Malia, come on. You're really gonna leave because of this?"
But Malia was already halfway to the door, her heart racing with the need to get out of the apartment. "I don't know," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "I just can't be here right now."
Mat sighed, hesitating to speak for a moment before he reached out to grab her arm. His grip was firm but not painful. "Don't go. I'm being a dick, I know, I'm sorry. Let's just talk this out."
Malia paused, her hand on the doorknob. She took a deep breath, the cold metal feeling solid and reassuring under her fingertips. She turned to face him, her eyes still shiny with unshed tears. "Mat, I'm not trying to control you. I just want you to understand that it's hard to watch someone you care about lose it like that."
Mat let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, okay," he said, his voice calmer. "I get it. It's just... he said something about you."
Malia froze. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice low and cold.
Mat sighed heavily, his grip on her arm loosening. "He made a joke, some dumbass, weird joke about you. It pissed me off, and I couldn't just ignore it 'cause he kept goinâ." His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of understanding.
Malia's heart skipped a beat. She had never thought that someone would say something so disrespectful about her, especially not to Mat's face. "What did he say?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Mat's eyes grew dark with anger. "It doesn't matter. It was just a stupid comment, but it hit a nerve."
Malia felt a twist in her stomach. She didn't know what was worse: the fact that Mat had gotten into a fight for her or that someone had talked about her in such a way. "Mat, you can't fight every battle for me," she said softly, turning to face him. "I'm not on the ice, those guys will say whatever they think is gonna rile you up. They donât know me. Iâm just some girl to them. Itâs not worth it.â
Mat's expression grew serious as he stepped closer to her, his hand dropping from her arm to cradle her face instead. "You're not just some girl, Malia. You're everything to me. And when someone disrespects you like that..." His voice trailed off, the intensity of his emotions clear in his eyes. "I couldn't just let it go. That's the least I can do for you."
Malia's gaze searched his, the anger in her heart slowly giving way to the love she had for him. She knew he didn't mean to downplay her strength, but the thought of him fighting over her hurt more than she cared to admit. She leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand grounding her. "I love you," she whispered. "But I don't want you to get hurt because of me."
Mat's expression softened, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her cheek. "I love you too," he murmured. "And I'll do my best to keep my cool out there if that's what you want."
Malia took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the night's events start to lift. "Don't 'if you want' me Mathew Barzal, do it because it's the right thing to do," she said with a hint of a smile.
Mat chuckled, his own smile spreading across his face. "Okay, okay," he conceded, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently. "But you know how competitive I am."
Malia rolled her eyes but couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her at his touch. "I know," she said, her voice softer. "Just remember that I'm not just some prize to be won or lost out there. I'm your girlfriend, and I chose you."
Mat nodded, his thumb still caressing her cheek. "I know," he murmured. "And I'm sorry that I made it seem like that. It won't happen again." He spoke decisively before bending down to connect their lips.
Malia leaned into the kiss, feeling some of the tension in her shoulders melt away. "I just want you to be safe," she said, her voice muffled against his lips.
Mat pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "I know," he murmured. "And I promise, I'll keep that in mind. I don't want to scare you."
Malia's eyes met his, the fear and anger slowly receding as she saw the sincerity in his gaze. She took another deep breath and nodded. "Okay."
Mat's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight hug. She melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart against her chest. They stood there for a moment, the tension in the room slowly dissipating.
"I know this isn't easy for you," he murmured into her hair. "But you gotta trust me out there."
Malia leaned into his embrace, the smell of his post-game musk mixing with the faint scent of his cologne. It was a familiar scent, one that brought comfort amidst the chaos of her emotions. "I will," she said, her voice muffled by his shoulder.
They stood there for a few moments longer before they both pulled away. Mat smiled down at her, the tension in his face slowly receding. "Now that that's over, do I get a reward for the win tonight?" he asked playfully, his eyes lightening.
Malia couldn't help but roll her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Maybe," she said, her voice teasing.
"Only maybe?" Malia heard the playful challenge in Mat's voice as she walked away from him. She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a look that was part glare, part smile.
"You're lucky you scored that winning goal." She brushed past her boyfriend with a swish of her hips, heading towards the bedroom. The bold 'Barzal' stuck out across her back, a symbol of her commitment to supporting him. Mat caught himself staring as Malia turned to him with a flourish of her hair.
"Are you coming?" Malia called over her shoulder, her voice a mix of tease and challenge.
Mat's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched her retreating form, his playfulness momentarily forgotten. He hurried after her, trying to match her pace as they entered the bedroom.
"I'm about to be," he quipped, his voice filled with affection, drawing a âGross!â and a giggle from Malia.
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