Is it insane if Mat put up a framed picture of model on his wall when they were just dating? Like they had been together for a little over a year, but not living together
When model first met Mat and after their first shower together, she realized Mat didn’t moisturize all the time. She was quick to lather him up bc he could not not moisturize
A/N: This one got away from me... haha! Whoops! Enjoy ☺️
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Maddie can’t even remember how she heard about it.
All she knows is it wasn’t from Joe.
Maybe it was passing time between first and second period.
Or maybe it was in the girls bathroom right before lunch.
All she knows is by the time she got to the cafeteria, she didn’t feel right.
Standing in the line for the salad bar, Maddie stares blankly ahead at the chilled vegetables, both hands on a lunch tray, unable to think of anything but her best friend, Joe Burrow, taking one of her soccer teammates to the Homecoming dance.
They had a deal.
No teammates.
Maddie has easily held up her end of the bargain and until today, so had Joe.
What was crazier is that it wasn’t Kennedy who asked Joe. He asked her.
“Maddie, are you getting lunch here or what?” Sierra asks, knocking her tray into Maddie’s.
Maddie snaps out of it, reaching for the tongs in the spinach bin.
Kennedy. The blonde. The sweetheart. The easy going, submissive little bunny. So easily and adoringly beloved by everybody.
Maddie shoves the spinach onto her plate with authority, then hands the tongs to Sierra.
“What’s up?” Her friend asks, delicate putting leaves onto her plate.
“Did you find a date for homecoming?”
“Yeah, Bryce and I are going together.” Sierra fills in. “He asked last week. Are you and Tyler going?”
Tyler, the rival quarterback from a county over who happens to be Maddie’s boyfriend of 4 months. Maddie had asked him to come to Athens homecoming with her and he had eagerly agreed. Too eagerly in Maddie’s opinion and she has since been thinking about bailing on the entire idea. Until today, when the news made it’s way to her that Joe was taking Kennedy.
“Did you know Joe asked Kennedy?” Maddie asks Sierra, grabbing a few cucumbers next.
“Yeah. She was sharing all about it earlier this morning. I guess he asked her last night after practice.” Maddie’s eye twitches. She had to hustle out of soccer practice last night to meet Tyler. Which Joe knew. Which means he clearly waited for her to leave before he asked Kennedy. Maddie throws down the cucumber tongs, reaching for the spoon to scoop some bacon bits on next. The pieces clicking into place has Maddie getting angrier.
“Interesting.”
“I don’t know. I think they would be cute together.”
Maddie scoffs and it comes out sounding squeaky.
“What? She’s sweet. And she’s a little quirky herself too which fits Joe’s vibe. I can see it.”
“We had a deal. No teammates. No drama.” Maddie finishes her salad with carrot slivers, hardboiled egg and diced chicken. Then she layers on ranch dressing and heads to check out. She grabs a cookie by the cash register along with a bottle of water. She pauses at the end of the line, waiting for Sierra. Her eyes find their normal table, seeing Joe already sitting down, eating his homemade lunch.
“Didn’t that go out the window when you started dating Tyler?”
“How?” Maddie asks, confused. Sierra looks at her with judging brown eyes.
“He plays on a rival football team. You think that doesn’t bug Joe?”
“It’s not about him.” Maddie shrugs.
“Sure. So maybe this Kennedy thing is also not about you.”
“Okay Avery.” Maddie snorts.
“Just saying.” Sierra shrugs, already backtracking from her brief toe dip into conflict.
Maddie follows her to the lunch table. Her normal seat next to Joe is available, but she skips it, sitting at the other end of the table. Sierra takes her cue and sits across from her, immediately beginning to cut up her salad. Nervous energy drapes the table as the other teenagers sneak discreet glances between Joe and Maddie. Neither of them give anything away and lunch goes by without incident.
When the bell rings to dismiss lunch, Maddie stands up quickly, saying goodbye to Sierra who heads out towards the other exit of the cafeteria.
“Hey.” Joe tugs at the strap of her messenger bag across her back. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“I already know.” Maddie snips.
“Don’t be mad. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Bullshit. You asked her.” Maddie points out.
“What’s wrong with that?” Joe asks, confused. He hooks his thumbs through the straps of his backpack, weaving slowly through the crowd with her exiting the cafeteria.
“Apparently nothing.”
Joe huffs, rolling his eyes.
“You’re going with Tyler so why does this even matter to you?”
“We don’t date each others teammates.”
“Yeah. Just rivals.”
“You didn’t even ask me? Didn’t think a heads up was necessary?”
“Why would I ask when I know your answer?”
Maddie tucks her tongue into the pocket of her bottom lip, nodding. Around them, students weave on either side of the two as they clog up the hallway.
“Look, we can still go together. The four of us.”
Maddie rolls her eyes. As if him and Tyler could sit at the same table together. She’s gone this long without allowing them to be in the same space for a reason.
“Don’t go with her.” Maddie pivots. Joe stares incredulously, eyes wide.
“Are you serious?” He shakes his head, licking his lips angrily. “No. I want to go with her. She’s funny and smart and pretty and we like a lot of the same things.”
Maddie stares at Joe, dangerously still. Other students pass around them, chatting and laughing but nothing is funny about what’s going on by Maddie’s locker.
“And honestly? You have no ground to stand on here.” Joe shrugs, exaggerating the movement so his backpack actually lifts and falls.
“Hm. I guess we just break promises with each other now.”
“We never promised.”
“We agreed. That’s a promise, Joey. I’ve upheld my end of the bargain. I even went outside of Athens county to find a boyfriend.”
“Oh come on. That wasn’t for my benefit.”
“Joe. Do not go to the dance with Kennedy.” Maddie cuts him off.
“I’m going with her.” Joe stands up straighter. “I asked her. She said yes. I’m following through on that commitment.” Maddie steps forward, chest to chest with him.
“Then unask her.”
“Sure, when you unask Tyler.”
“That’s different. He is my boyfriend. She isn’t your girlfriend.”
“Well she could be! Maybe this is the start of something.” Joe snaps. “You don’t get to stand in my way. Not when…” Joe trails off, pursing his lips together to keep his mouth shut. Whatever words he tucks away again are heavy. He shakes his head. “This isn’t right, bubbles. I’ve kept my mouth shut about you and Tyler. I hate that you’re with him. I hate that I have to defend you to my teammates. You’re not just betraying me with this decision; it’s our whole fucking town. Even with all that, I’ve never once acted like this. Because for some reason you want this. But now you can’t show me the same courtesy?”
“Betrayal?” Maddie laughs. “It’s high school football.”
“You know it’s more than that. Standing here with that attitude is what makes you so unlikable these days. That’s the Tyler effect.”
“Excuse me?” Maddie gasps.
“You know what? Don’t come over later.” Joe starts walking backwards as the first bell rings. She was supposed to come over to study for chemistry together after practice.
Maddie shudders, pissed. Her hackles raise to their full height, eyes narrowing. Her lip curls slightly.
“You can’t tell me I can’t come over.” She demands. Joe turns away from her, throwing a hand up to wave her off.
“I just did.” Joe snaps over his shoulder, walking down the hallway.
“Joseph! I need help with chem!”
“Ask your boyfriend.”
Joe rounds the corner, disappearing into the traffic of the main hallway.
Maddie stands there unable to move until the bell rings.
= = =
A day.
24 entire hours passes without talking to each other.
Not a single text, call, grunt, or word.
They usually walk to chemistry together but five minutes ago, Joe walked right past her like a stranger. Maddie pretended not to notice, opening her locker for no reason instead. She shuffled around a few of her books, then shut the door, leaning against it until the last possible second.
She enters their chemistry classroom right as the final bell rings. She jumps through the door, making sure both feet are planted inside the doorway. Her chemistry teacher notes her effort and gestures for her to take her seat. Her bag sags to the floor as she slides into the cold metal chair beside Joe. She checks on him to her left, but he stares straight ahead, eyes locked on the whiteboard. Maddie opens her mouth to say something but their teacher begins to talk, so Maddie keeps her words to herself.
The first half of class is a lecture style, learning new material, taking notes, then the class breaks into partners to work on exercises in their books. Their partners are their table mates so Maddie thinks she will finally get something out of Joe, even if it’s school related.
“I’ll do the odd problems, you do the even.” Joe announces before Maddie can say anything.
Maddie frowns, watching the tight scrunch of his shoulders as he leans forward to read the first question. She can’t stand the silent treatment. She would rather have him scream at her than be like this. Closed off. Uninterested. Looking right through her.
Biting her bottom lip, she does the same. The words don’t make any sense to her. She reads through problem number two five times before she moves on to four. It’s the same issue. None of this is connecting. She glances over at Joe who already has three parts of his work completed. Maddie forces herself to focus again, then makes a guess at question one.
“Wrong.” Joe mumbles. Maddie’s left eye twitches and she slices a glare his way.
She erases her answer then reads the question again. She changes her answer then glances at Joe who gives a short nod. The pattern continues. Maddie gets two more answers mixed up and Joe redirects her with a head shake. He finishes way before her, going back through the chapter to read the notes he made in the margins. When she finishes, she shows Joe her answers and he agrees, ending their class obligations.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers, giving a sheepish shoulder shrug.
“No you’re not.” Joe responds, mechanical pencil tapping back and forth between his fingers as he reads.
“I am.”
Joe shakes his head, pencil increasing in speed. He keeps reading.
“Joe.”
Nothing.
“Come on.” Maddie reaches for his hand swinging the pencil. She puts hers over his so the movement stops. Joe glowers, then pulls his hand out from under hers.
“Don’t.”
“I’m not dating Tyler to upset you or anybody else.”
“Okay. What did you think was going to happen?” Joe asks, squinting at her. “You’re dating a football rival. Who’s a quarterback. We play them next week. You think his teammates aren’t going to use it against us?”
“It’s not like-”
“I don’t understand how he gets you like that.” The intensity in Joe’s eyes is unnerving. Maddie’s heart races in her chest, trying to pick through the meaning there. “All the guys in this school want to date you and you’re giving it out to that guy?”
“Oh now we are slut shaming?”
Joe hardens into a statue. Then, extremely slow, he turns fully to Maddie.
“Wait, are you actually sleeping with him?” His tone is low, a warning rattle from deep in his chest.
Maddie looks away briefly, guilty as hell. This is awkward. When she looks back at him again, he appears sick- pale but green. His lips curl into a scrunch. His chest rises and falls rapidly before he flips his textbook shut. He forces his chair back from the table, shoving his book into his backpack as he walks up to the teacher’s desk. They talk briefly before she hands Joe a hall pass.
“Joe.” Maddie calls as he brushes past.
He walks out without looking back at her. Maddie watches the closed door until class ends, then she is the first one out. She searches for him at passing time but he isn’t found. Avery and Sierra shrug when she asks them if they’ve seen Joe. Drew and Jaylen have the same response. Maddie doesn’t have anymore classes with him the rest of the day but she searches for him at each passing period.
Nothing.
After school, she heads down to the girls locker room to get ready for soccer practice. As she is walking to the second field, she sees Joe in the main stadium, warming up with passes to Jaylen. She changes her course, making a beeline to him from the open gate.
“Maddie! Get off the field!” The head football coach yells at her. She ignores him and keeps stalking to Joe.
“I’ll break up with him!” She yells at the Athens quarterback. “Will that make you happy!? Don’t go to the dance with her and I’ll end it.”
Joe turns towards her and for two second, he is an absolute wreck, heart beating in his hands, raw and battered. Then he closes himself off.
“No. It’s already done.”
“What the hell do you want from me, Joe!?” Maddie complains, hands tossed to the side in exasperation. “How do I fix this?” Joe won’t answer. She looks at Jaylen.
“Can you talk to him?”
“Nah, I ain’t touching this one. Better find Drew.” Jaylen tosses the ball back to Joe. Maddie stares at her best friend, willing him to look at her again.
“Go Maddie.” Joe mumbles. In a snap, her sadness breaks and her temper takes hold of the wheel. She charges at Joe, knocking his tall, lanky frame to the field. She straddle his hips, gripping his practice jersey at each shoulder and giving him a shake. Her hands and thighs sting from colliding with his pads but she ignores it.
“Quit being a fucking asshole!!”
“GALLAGHER!” The defensive coach bellows. “Get off him! You two can fight on somebody else’s time!”
Beneath her, Joe lets her shake him like a rag doll.
“Get over yourself, Joe. You’re pouting like a loser.” Then she shoves off of him, pinning him to the field as she stands up.
The entire football team watches her leave, Joe included, still on his back.
Practice is brutal. Her trip to Joe made her late, so her punishment is running the bleachers. When she thinks she is done, she has to run laps as payment for her lash out. Maddie doesn’t touch a soccer ball the entire two hour practice. By the time she gets to the locker room, her legs are wobbly tentacles.
Skipping a shower, Maddie limps out to her car. Joe’s SUV is still parked next to her from earlier. She raises her hand flipping it off as she gets to her driver’s side door.
“Nice,” Joe deadpans behind her. Anger lights her up, overshadowing the thing she won’t name, fueling her bad attitude.
“I’ll finish what I started on the field.” She whirls around, ready to charge. Joe reaches out, putting a big palm on her forehead and holding her at an arms length there. It’s actually really funny and Maddie purses her lips together to smother a laugh before it can rise from her chest. Joe openly smirks as she wiggles beneath his hand.
“She be feisty but too short.” He pauses, pursing his lips as she swats his hand away. Joe sighs, leaning against the driver’s side wheel of her Jeep. Maddie joins him there, sighing away her tension too.
“Sorry.” She apologizes.
“Sorry,” Joe echos, “about earlier, but not what I’m about to say next. Break up with your boyfriend.”
“I’m going to.” Maddie decided that on her fifth run up the bleachers. It isn’t worth pursing anymore when it messes with her and Joe like this.
“Admit you did it to bug me.”
“No.”
“Your taste in men is ass by the way.”
“Hey.” Maddie snaps
“I get like three out of line statements today after that tackle.”
“You already called me a slut earlier so you’re down to one.”
“I never said that.”
“Implied.” Maddie argues.
“I would never call you a slut, Maddie.” Joe is serious. “I just don’t get it. Him?” He shakes his head then breathes deeply.
“It was something to do.” Maddie shrugs, like it isn’t a big deal to give away pieces of yourself. Joe studies her silently. “And we don’t really have anything else in common.”
“Hm. So that’s what she likes.” Joe murmurs.
“Yeah and I guess you like blondes.”
“I don’t.” Joe answers immediately, not breaking eye contact with her.
It’s all a little too outside their friendship lines for Maddie so she shrugs it off.
“What’s high school without a few mistakes? I’ll probably make more in college. I bet you will too.”
“Yeah.” Joe smiles. The weird air lifts and their normal easiness stretches over. “Wanna come over?”
No response is needed. It’s obvious she does.
Maddie rolls her eyes at how badly she wants to, opening her car door. She turns the ignition on and pulls out of her parking spot. At a stoplight, she breaks up with Tyler via text. He responds horribly, using names and derogatory language that has Maddie criticizing her choice in boys. Joe is right, what was she thinking? When she should go right and Joe left, she goes left to his house. Outside the Burrow house, Maddie informs Joe it’s done. He chuckles, opening his arms for a hug.
“Welcome back, bubbles.”
“Can you help me with chem now? Please?” She mumbles into his letter jacket.
“Mhm.” Joe’s chest rumbles beneath her face. They stay there for one, two, three more beats then Maddie pulls away.
“Don’t ever fight with me like that again. It’s not right.”
“You’re going to get called to the office tomorrow. Coach Mike was pissed.”
Maddie groans, slumping back into Joe.
“There goes my Saturday plans.” Detention usually involves school on a Saturday morning for athletes to avoid interfering with after school practice.
“Yeah.” Joe chuckles. “Should of punched me. Would have been worth it then.”
Maddie pulls back, visibly contemplating. When she moves her hands, Joe grabs her wrists, pinning them together and using his grip to pull her into the house.
“Not now!” He laughs.
“Hey kids!” Robin greets from the kitchen, unfazed by Maddie’s sudden presence. “Dinner is almost done. Wash your hands!”
Maddie and Joe kick their shoes off then walk to separate bathrooms to wash up.
“How was your day?” Robin asks as she sets a taco casserole on the table, wedged in the middle of all the fixings.
“Good.” Both teenagers respond, mouthes watering at the bubbling cheese on top.
“So you two weren’t fighting at practice this afternoon?”
Maddie and Joe both pause then burst into laughter.
“How do you know?” Joe asks his mom.
“The whole town knows. I heard about it at the store.”
“This is why I don’t date anyone in this town. It’s too small.” Maddie tells Joe pointedly as she grabs some salsa for her portion of dinner. “Don’t need anyone knowing my business like this.”
“Ridiculous.” Joe mumbles through a big bite.
“I noticed there wasn’t a denial in any of this?” Robin says, reaching for the spoon to dish a scoop onto her plate.
“I was showing Joe how to tackle. It was all a misunderstanding.” Maddie insists innocently.
Joe nods along, supporting Maddie step for step.
“Hm.” Robin hums, wiser than the two are trying to play her for. “Is it over?”
Both kids nod.
“Good. You two have a special friendship. Don’t ruin it.”
Maddie and Joe share an amused look.
Even with the closing of their Athens chapter approaching, ruining the friendship isn’t anywhere on their radar.
Mat and Model on the 4th got a little tipsy and very handy at the party
Summer’s In The Air And Baby, Heaven’s In Your Eyes
Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader
A visceral in doses blurb
Warnings: alcohol consumption and smuttish
Takes place: July 4th, 2026
The sun beaming down on Mat is something fierce. The rays seep under his skin, battling with his festering need as he looks at his wife. You’re donned in your tiny, red bikini, much to his dismay and delight, and posing with some of the people around you for another round of photos. The hockey player feels like it’s been ages since you’ve even acknowledged each other. In reality, you were just with him not even ten minutes ago. Everyone just loves being in your presence and he can’t even blame them for it.
There’s only so much Mat can handle, though, and some guy trying to cozy up next to you isn’t one of those things. Picking up a drink from the cooler, your husband works his way over to you quietly.
“Oh my-“ you gasp, jumping when a large hand lands low on your hip, and cold condensation bites at your scorching skin on your other hip.
Looking up and over your shoulder, you’re met with your favorite hazel eyes. A smile contorts your lips.
“Hey, hotshot,” you hum, finally allowing yourself to melt back into his chest.
A rough shiver attempts to roll through your body, but you successfully contain it. You’re not sure if it’s from your cold beverage or the way Mat is pressed up against you, but it hardens your nipples all the same.
“What’s up, Barzal? You getting ready for the new season?” Someone asks; their voices and faces all start blurring- too focused on your husband.
“Yes, sir, but I’m also spending a lot of time with my family,” Mat responds, moving to your side and draping a large arm around your shoulders. The beat of your heart starts to speed up, and you can actively hear blood pumping in your ears when he lowers his hand over a triangle of your bikini top. A sharp breath gets caught in your throat as he fiddles with the flimsy strings holding it together.
“Totally! Family is the most important part of life,” a daintier voice adds, and you zone back in to find starry eyes staring at your man.
“Exactly, and my wife and son are everything to me,” your husband states, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to your jugular, but not without taking a subtle and swift lick of your skin. It makes you almost burst out laughing, because he’s totally ridiculous, and you’re immediately picking up what he’s putting down. He’s just as distracted by you as you are by him.
A faint hum vibrates between your neck and his lips, and a flutter of desire appears between your thighs.
“You guys are stuck like glue,” the girl speaks again. The snarky tone of her voice pulls you out of your Mat-induced haze.
“Yeah, man, let her breathe,” another guy jokes, playfully pushing at your husband’s arm.
“I’m right where I want to be,” Mat sighs, smiling into your cheek. The affection heats you up further, and draws you tighter to his body.
“Anyways, he’s my husband, so why wouldn’t I want to be glued to him?” The dramatic roll of your eyes earns a smirk from your man.
If they respond, you don’t hear it as their voices disintegrate into the booming music flowing from the speakers. Turning to face your hockey player, you pull him closer by his waist, and sway with him. It’s so easy to fall into your own bubble.
“I love you, baby,” Mat whispers, hands falling to the top of your ass.
“I love you,” you whisper back, leaning in like you’re going to kiss him, only to pull his shades off the top of his head and slide them onto your face.
“Kiss me,” he whines and cups your face.
When his lips meet yours, your knees wobble and fireworks explode behind your eyelids.
“Yo, Barz!! There are some people who want to meet you.” The bubble pops.
You groan as you pull away. “Go, hotshot. Go make some people’s day,” you sigh, sending him with a smack to his ass.
The next time you see your husband; your skin is extra toasty; you’re significantly more tipsy, and you’re starting to grow needy.
As you venture inside the house, the AC blows your hair away from your sweaty skin. It’s probably a good thing because the sight in front of you is enough to turn you into a fireball. Mat is still being introduced to people, but now it’s a group of mostly girls. Now, you’re not one to be possessive off the bat, but the way they form around him like he’s the prey they’ve been waiting for all their lives makes you a little lightheaded. That same girl from earlier-the one with the snarky comment-still stares at him all starry-eyed. You could pluck them right out of her skull, but that’s probably the alcohol talking.
Tousling your hair, and unbuttoning the top buttons of your linen top, you make your way towards the group.
“Hey girls, I need to borrow my husband,” you say with a curt smile while making sure your left hand lands on his stomach- your wedding ring catches every angle of light.
Without a response, you slip your hand into Mat’s and pull him away. Because he can read your mind and knows your tells, he wraps himself around you as you search for the nearest restroom.
“How’s my pretty girl? I missed you,” he mutters into your ear, his fingers teasing the hem of your mini, linen shorts.
“I’m a little tipsy and very horny. I need you now, Barzy,” you turn to sigh in his ear, nipping quickly at the lobe. His faint moan ignites a harsher flame within you.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” The man questions like he isn’t already unbuttoning your top before you can even gain a semblance of privacy.
“You know how impatient I am when it comes to you,” you deadpan, finally getting to the restroom.
“I know you get handsy when you’re inebriated,” he points out as he guides you into the room.
“That’s a big word. Oh! And like you don’t-“ your retort turns into a gasp when Mat spins you around and backs you into the now closed door. A large hand wraps around the curve of your head, so you don’t smack it against the wood.
Taking the moment to stare into your favorite eyes, you instantly feel your heartbeat steady, but race all at the same time. It doesn’t even make sense, but you don’t care as long as it’s him making you feel this way.
“Forgot what you were gonna say?” God, he’s such a tease.
“No, I'm just admiring how sexy you are,” you purr, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer.
An elated breath leaves your mouth as his lips crash into yours. His tongue nudges your bottom lip before you grant him entry. Lust and liquor are a beautiful combination; you feel it rush through your veins, leaving you rattling against your man.
“You’re the most beautiful woman. I’m totally obsessed with you,” Mat mutters against your lips; the words come out airy and sultry.
If his body weren’t pinned against yours, you’d melt straight into the ground.
“I love you so much, baby.” Your arms wrap around his neck. “You.” A kiss to his lips. “Are.” A kiss to his jawline. “Mine.” A kiss to his neck.
“Forever,” he moans, sliding his hands around the back of your thighs and hauling you onto the counter.
Warm lips sear into your jaw, sliding down to your neck as large fingers pull your top to the side. Teeth dig into the skin of your shoulder before the area is lapped at by Mat’s tongue. The hot then wet sensation sends your head thunking into the mirror.
“Fuck,” you cry, thrusting your hips into his. A shiver zips up your spine when his hardening length rubs into your core.
“You like that, pretty?” Mat asks, voice sweet as honey.
With a soft whine, you nod your head, and your pulse begins to stutter as he pulls your bikini top away from your body.
Mat’s mouth falls to your boobs; his tongue circles your nipple before sucking it between his lips.
“Oh my god,” your voice comes out muffled behind your hand.
Your other hand cards through the soft tendrils on his head, twisting strands around your fingers. Eventually they gravitate to the bottom of his crisp, white shirt, tugging it up when a loud crack and pop boom outside. It’s quickly accompanied by a thundering knock on the door.
Mat pulls away as you jump out of your skin. Both of you breathe heavily, hair already sticking up in different directions and lips puffy while you stare at each other.
“Hurry, I’ve been waiting forever,” someone shouts from the other side.
You pout at your boyfriend as you school your lusty appearance.
“I think we should go home, have some wine, and continue what’s being interrupted,” you whisper against his lips before slotting them together, and slip out of the restroom as if everything is normal. As if he isn’t sporting an aching hard on.
The guy waiting impatiently starts to walk in after you leave, but comes to an abrupt stop upon seeing Mat slip his shirt back on.
“Dude, this isn’t even your house,” the person says, throwing Mat a sly smirk.
Mat just rolls his eyes and rushes out to the car, where you’re no doubt already waiting.
a/n: Ok! Idk how I feel about this, but I don’t exactly hate it… so enjoy babes!<3333
Mat and Model on the 4th got a little tipsy and very handy at the party
Summer’s In The Air And Baby, Heaven’s In Your Eyes
Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader
A visceral in doses blurb
Warnings: alcohol consumption and smuttish
Takes place: July 4th, 2026
The sun beaming down on Mat is something fierce. The rays seep under his skin, battling with his festering need as he looks at his wife. You’re donned in your tiny, red bikini, much to his dismay and delight, and posing with some of the people around you for another round of photos. The hockey player feels like it’s been ages since you’ve even acknowledged each other. In reality, you were just with him not even ten minutes ago. Everyone just loves being in your presence and he can’t even blame them for it.
There’s only so much Mat can handle, though, and some guy trying to cozy up next to you isn’t one of those things. Picking up a drink from the cooler, your husband works his way over to you quietly.
“Oh my-“ you gasp, jumping when a large hand lands low on your hip, and cold condensation bites at your scorching skin on your other hip.
Looking up and over your shoulder, you’re met with your favorite hazel eyes. A smile contorts your lips.
“Hey, hotshot,” you hum, finally allowing yourself to melt back into his chest.
A rough shiver attempts to roll through your body, but you successfully contain it. You’re not sure if it’s from your cold beverage or the way Mat is pressed up against you, but it hardens your nipples all the same.
“What’s up, Barzal? You getting ready for the new season?” Someone asks; their voices and faces all start blurring- too focused on your husband.
“Yes, sir, but I’m also spending a lot of time with my family,” Mat responds, moving to your side and draping a large arm around your shoulders. The beat of your heart starts to speed up, and you can actively hear blood pumping in your ears when he lowers his hand over a triangle of your bikini top. A sharp breath gets caught in your throat as he fiddles with the flimsy strings holding it together.
“Totally! Family is the most important part of life,” a daintier voice adds, and you zone back in to find starry eyes staring at your man.
“Exactly, and my wife and son are everything to me,” your husband states, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to your jugular, but not without taking a subtle and swift lick of your skin. It makes you almost burst out laughing, because he’s totally ridiculous, and you’re immediately picking up what he’s putting down. He’s just as distracted by you as you are by him.
A faint hum vibrates between your neck and his lips, and a flutter of desire appears between your thighs.
“You guys are stuck like glue,” the girl speaks again. The snarky tone of her voice pulls you out of your Mat-induced haze.
“Yeah, man, let her breathe,” another guy jokes, playfully pushing at your husband’s arm.
“I’m right where I want to be,” Mat sighs, smiling into your cheek. The affection heats you up further, and draws you tighter to his body.
“Anyways, he’s my husband, so why wouldn’t I want to be glued to him?” The dramatic roll of your eyes earns a smirk from your man.
If they respond, you don’t hear it as their voices disintegrate into the booming music flowing from the speakers. Turning to face your hockey player, you pull him closer by his waist, and sway with him. It’s so easy to fall into your own bubble.
“I love you, baby,” Mat whispers, hands falling to the top of your ass.
“I love you,” you whisper back, leaning in like you’re going to kiss him, only to pull his shades off the top of his head and slide them onto your face.
“Kiss me,” he whines and cups your face.
When his lips meet yours, your knees wobble and fireworks explode behind your eyelids.
“Yo, Barz!! There are some people who want to meet you.” The bubble pops.
You groan as you pull away. “Go, hotshot. Go make some people’s day,” you sigh, sending him with a smack to his ass.
The next time you see your husband; your skin is extra toasty; you’re significantly more tipsy, and you’re starting to grow needy.
As you venture inside the house, the AC blows your hair away from your sweaty skin. It’s probably a good thing because the sight in front of you is enough to turn you into a fireball. Mat is still being introduced to people, but now it’s a group of mostly girls. Now, you’re not one to be possessive off the bat, but the way they form around him like he’s the prey they’ve been waiting for all their lives makes you a little lightheaded. That same girl from earlier-the one with the snarky comment-still stares at him all starry-eyed. You could pluck them right out of her skull, but that’s probably the alcohol talking.
Tousling your hair, and unbuttoning the top buttons of your linen top, you make your way towards the group.
“Hey girls, I need to borrow my husband,” you say with a curt smile while making sure your left hand lands on his stomach- your wedding ring catches every angle of light.
Without a response, you slip your hand into Mat’s and pull him away. Because he can read your mind and knows your tells, he wraps himself around you as you search for the nearest restroom.
“How’s my pretty girl? I missed you,” he mutters into your ear, his fingers teasing the hem of your mini, linen shorts.
“I’m a little tipsy and very horny. I need you now, Barzy,” you turn to sigh in his ear, nipping quickly at the lobe. His faint moan ignites a harsher flame within you.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” The man questions like he isn’t already unbuttoning your top before you can even gain a semblance of privacy.
“You know how impatient I am when it comes to you,” you deadpan, finally getting to the restroom.
“I know you get handsy when you’re inebriated,” he points out as he guides you into the room.
“That’s a big word. Oh! And like you don’t-“ your retort turns into a gasp when Mat spins you around and backs you into the now closed door. A large hand wraps around the curve of your head, so you don’t smack it against the wood.
Taking the moment to stare into your favorite eyes, you instantly feel your heartbeat steady, but race all at the same time. It doesn’t even make sense, but you don’t care as long as it’s him making you feel this way.
“Forgot what you were gonna say?” God, he’s such a tease.
“No, I'm just admiring how sexy you are,” you purr, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer.
An elated breath leaves your mouth as his lips crash into yours. His tongue nudges your bottom lip before you grant him entry. Lust and liquor are a beautiful combination; you feel it rush through your veins, leaving you rattling against your man.
“You’re the most beautiful woman. I’m totally obsessed with you,” Mat mutters against your lips; the words come out airy and sultry.
If his body weren’t pinned against yours, you’d melt straight into the ground.
“I love you so much, baby.” Your arms wrap around his neck. “You.” A kiss to his lips. “Are.” A kiss to his jawline. “Mine.” A kiss to his neck.
“Forever,” he moans, sliding his hands around the back of your thighs and hauling you onto the counter.
Warm lips sear into your jaw, sliding down to your neck as large fingers pull your top to the side. Teeth dig into the skin of your shoulder before the area is lapped at by Mat’s tongue. The hot then wet sensation sends your head thunking into the mirror.
“Fuck,” you cry, thrusting your hips into his. A shiver zips up your spine when his hardening length rubs into your core.
“You like that, pretty?” Mat asks, voice sweet as honey.
With a soft whine, you nod your head, and your pulse begins to stutter as he pulls your bikini top away from your body.
Mat’s mouth falls to your boobs; his tongue circles your nipple before sucking it between his lips.
“Oh my god,” your voice comes out muffled behind your hand.
Your other hand cards through the soft tendrils on his head, twisting strands around your fingers. Eventually they gravitate to the bottom of his crisp, white shirt, tugging it up when a loud crack and pop boom outside. It’s quickly accompanied by a thundering knock on the door.
Mat pulls away as you jump out of your skin. Both of you breathe heavily, hair already sticking up in different directions and lips puffy while you stare at each other.
“Hurry, I’ve been waiting forever,” someone shouts from the other side.
You pout at your boyfriend as you school your lusty appearance.
“I think we should go home, have some wine, and continue what’s being interrupted,” you whisper against his lips before slotting them together, and slip out of the restroom as if everything is normal. As if he isn’t sporting an aching hard on.
The guy waiting impatiently starts to walk in after you leave, but comes to an abrupt stop upon seeing Mat slip his shirt back on.
“Dude, this isn’t even your house,” the person says, throwing Mat a sly smirk.
Mat just rolls his eyes and rushes out to the car, where you’re no doubt already waiting.
a/n: Ok! Idk how I feel about this, but I don’t exactly hate it… so enjoy babes!<3333
