the playoff beard || m.b.
summary: beard or not, mat always aims to please
warnings: SMUT. oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!). this is terribly written smut. but terrible or not, this is an 18+ post. if you are below 18, do not interact.
note: i was about to fall asleep when this idea came to mind, so you know that i had to write it. the gif above inspired me to write, and the fact that i wasn't expect this man to shave the beard so quick. also, this is the first time i have ever written smut, so pls go easy on me. enjoy?
you flop onto your back, the post orgasmic state leaving you panting as you try to catch your breath. your body feels warm, slightly clammy after the rounds you had gone with your boyfriend. you turn your head, observing mat as he lay next to you, eyes shut and lips slightly parted as he breathes softly. you admire the state of peace he’s in, contrasting the glum mood he was in earlier in the night when he arrived home. the last 48 hours were rough on him, but you couldn’t tell with how he looks in this very moment. mat’s hair falls backwards, wild and curly against the white pillow case. his lips are plump, swollen from the kisses shared moments before. purple marks litter his chest, and one particularly dark one just above his left nipple. your fingers trace the bruised skin, stirring mat from his quiet state.
“hm?” he breathes, eyes still closed.
“don’t change in front of anyone.” you mumble, cheeks tinging red at the idea of his teammates teasing him- and you- about the amount of hickeys he is already sporting after being home for not even a full day.
mat finally opens his eyes, head lifting just enough that he can see the mark by your fingers. he smirks, looking over at you, “i wear these with pride.” you roll your eyes and he chuckles, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead. “kidding.”
you breathe a quick mhm and turn your body, a small gap between you and mat. the boy stays on his back, head flopping back on the pillow and turning to look at you. you study his face, counting the scars on his face. you remember when the puck slapped mat in the face, giving him the faint one under his eyebrow. then your eyes fall to the beard, how it’s fuller by his jaw and turns patchy as it moves towards his cheekbones. he kept it neat this season, and whatever method he’s using worked in his favor. it contoured his face in a way that his 5’oclock shadow could never. your inner thighs tingle, memory of his beard tickling you while he licked your cunt coming to mind.
“what are you thinking about, bug?”
“nothing,” you lie. the idea of having mat between your legs sounds all too appealing, but your sensitive core begs to differ. you reach out, fingers rubbing against his scruff. “i really like the beard.”
the smirk returns, tongue poking out to lick his pink lips, “i know you do.” once again, he brings a blush to your cheeks and laughs as you turn away. “oh baby. thank you. it’s definitely grown in a lot better this time around.” mat rubs his jaw, fingertips rubbing against the hairs on his jaw. you hum in agreement, your fingers retreating.
a yawn escapes him, and he mentions something about having to be at the coliseum early the next morning. you both bid goodnight, sharing small kisses before he puts his arm over your figure. mat falls asleep quickly, and you aren’t far behind. your dreams whip past you, mind unable to keep up with the ever changing scenes. the next morning, you wake up disoriented. your eyes burn at the sun entering your room, and you silently curse mat for forgetting to close the blinds before he left for work. a groan escapes you as you turn to lay on your stomach, burying your face in the pillow that smells like mat’s shampoo. you spend the next twenty minutes trying to fall back asleep, but the sun was enough to force your mind awake so you sit up. a bright blue sticky note stuck on your headboard catches your eyes and you pull it off to read.
see you after work. i love you.
you smile at the note, your thumb tracing the poorly drawn heart. you stick the note on the bedside table, moving off the bed to make it. with the sheets tucked and pillows stacked, you make your way down to the kitchen in search of food. you click on the TV, flipping through the channels absentmindedly as you pull a pan out to cook some eggs. you don’t stop until you hear anders’ voice, and coincidentally, mat’s. with three eggs in hand you lay them on the counter. mat laughs, and you smile, cracking eggs and whisking them. your heart is warm as you hear a sense of optimism in your boyfriend’s voice as he speaks, this interview much different than the one post game 7. you hadn’t even looked at the tv, unaware of just how different this interview is.
“what did it mean for you guys to have anders in the room, just for him to be around?”
you finally look up, and you stare at the tv, bug-eyed and lips parted. you don’t even hear mat’s answer, too distracted by his bare face, no trace of a beard ever being there. when you fell asleep, mat had a beard. a mere twelve hours before this moment, that beard was rubbing against your skin, tickling and scratching you. and now, it’s gone. you love baby face mat as much as the next person, if not more, but you’d be lying that the lack of facial hair caught you off guard. eggs forgotten, you reach for your phone and type a text to your boyfriend.
failed to mention that you shaved in your note?
mat wouldn’t read the text til after he was done, so you place your phone down. you watch the rest of the interview, just in awe that the boy on the screen is not the same man you slept with the night before. dobson and wahlstrom soon come on the screen and you finally find it in you to go back to making breakfast. a plate of eggs and toast and much needed shower later, your phone vibrates.
you don’t like it? :(
i didn’t say that. just surprised is all.
you bite your lip as you respond. a grey bubble pops up, but disappears in the second. then, maty b raps (the nickname and inside joke between you, mat, and tito), in bold along with a photo of mat takes up your screen. you press the green button, answering the call.
“you hate it.”
“you’re being dramatic.” you chuckle. “i don’t hate it, i was just surprised. you had a beard last night, and now you don’t.”
there’s a brief moment of silence before he speaks up, “bet i can make you love the clean face.” you can hear tito in the background, groaning about how gross he was.
“never said i didn’t love it.”
“didn’t say you love it either.”
you roll your eyes, “shut up mat.”
“be home in ten. see you soon baby.”
the phone clicks and you pull it away from your ear. true to his word, ten minutes later, you hear mat come through the front door. since the odd phone call, you stayed on the couch and settled on watching an episode of gordon ramsay’s kitchen nightmare. the owner is in tears while gordon insults every aspect of her restaurant as mat enters the living room. you don’t look at him, to engrossed in the dialogue on the tv. mat’s presence is felt behind you, and soon his face is next to yours, lips pressing to your cheek. you hum and feel his lips move downwards, towards your neck.
“maty,” your voice is soft, still slightly distracted by the show. he doesn’t respond, lips finding the spot just below your jaw. his tongue is soft as he swipes it over the spot before he sucks lightly.
the sensation catches you off guard, eyes falling shut as you savor the gentle assault on your neck. you don’t notice the man’s hand reach down, picking up the remote to shut off the tv. the abrupt silence causes your eyes to shoot open, but before you can complain, mat’s other hand comes around and grips your neck. your pussy tingles as his grip tightens slightly. the kiss against your neck becomes harder, and you’re sure by the end of this you’d have a hickey dark enough to match his. your fingers pry his fingers from your neck so you can shift in your seat, kneeling on the couch so that you’re facing him.
“What are you doing maty?” you cock an eyebrow, tilting your head.
his hands cup your cheeks, leaning down so that he is eye level to you, “just miss you baby.” the word baby rolls off his tongue, sensual and teasing. before a snarky remark escapes you, mat presses his lips to yours.
the kiss is urgent, quick, as on hand moves to the back of your head to hold you in place. his face is soft against yours, and you find yourself missing the way his beard tickled your skin as he kissed you. like a sixth sense, he picks up on your thoughts about his facial hair and he growls. his fingers grip your hair lightly and a moan escapes you. mat pulls your head back, lips back to attacking your neck. with the lack of facial hair, your focus is solely on the way his mouth works against your skin, sucking and licking. mat’s free hand moves from your face down to one of your breasts, massaging lightly. his cock twitches beneath his shorts when he notices your lack of a bra, your nipple hard beneath the pad of his thumb. you can barely keep it together, the sensation of the light pulling, his mouth on your neck, and his hand groping your breast, you were sure you have soaked through your underwear. a soft whine escapes you, and you feel mat chuckle against you.
“what do you want baby?” the question is quick, mat not missing a beat to continue leaving hickeys along the length of your neck.
“more what?” you whine and the grip on your hair tightens, eliciting a gasp from you, “don’t be a fucking brat. use your words.”
“touch me more mat. i need you.”
without a word, his hands find the back of your thighs and with one swift movement, he picks you up and sits you on the back of the couch. his mouth on yours without missing a beat, tongue entering your mouth. your legs wrap yourself around his waist, pulling him closer. a moan escapes you at the feeling of his clothed, hardened cack presses against your clothed pussy. mat pulls the strap of your tank top down, rolling the clothing around your waist. his lips leave yours, attaching to you right nipple while his hand massages left. he rolls the nipple between his teeth, sucking harshly and biting down ever so lightly. his free hand trails up your leg, thumb rubbing on the skin of your inner thigh. you whine softly, your core aching for his fingers to touch you. he doesn’t budge, his thumb staying put on your upper thigh as his mouth and other hand continues to play with your breasts.
“pretty tits.” he mumbles. the tip of his tongue swipes against the sensitive bud before he engulfs it in his mouth again. his fingers aren’t shy, working the other nipple between them. you shudder at the sensation, and it takes everything in you to take your hand and push his head back.
“stop being a fucking tease.” you grumble, pouting.
he smirks, shaking his head, “such an impatient little brat. stand up.”
he doesn’t need to ask twice. you stand on your feet as he pulls off his t-shirt first, then every article of your clothing in one swipe. you step out of the pile and mat is quick to slide it across the room. he doesn’t say a word, getting on his knees as he pushes you back gently so that your bottom is resting against the couch. he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, steadying you. he is mere inches from your core, and it takes everything in you not to grind your pussy into his face. mat presses kisses up the few inches to you center before licking a stripe up your slit. the contact draws out a moan, loud and pitched. your fingers finds it way into his hair, gripping lightly. his nose nuzzles against your clit as his tongue swirls around your hole. his hand reaches up for you, his middle and ring finger tracing your bottom lip before tapping. your lips part, tongue peaking out enough for the tip to brush his fingers. mat pushes the two digits into your mouth and you suck. your tongue swirls around them, bobbing your head lightly as you suck. he moans at the sensation, the sound vibrating against you. he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, your lips popping. his tongue leaves your cunt, only to be replaced by his slick fingers running through your folds. you meet his gaze, staring into his brown eyes as he slips his middle finger into your pussy, pumping slowly. the memory of his beard, or the lack thereof is long forgotten, your mind fixed on the way his finger is pumping in and out of you. mat fucks you with his middle finger for just a moment longer before he pushes in his ring finger and his tongue finding its way back to play with your clit. he doesn’t look away from you as he sucks on your clit, fingers curling inside of you. his eyes tease you, beckoning you to fall apart. you’re a moaning mess, the sensation of mat’s fingers fucking you and brushing against your g-spot, paired with his mouth sucking your clit is all too much for you to handle. the unholy sounds leave his cock aching to be buried deep inside of you. his name tumbles past your lips as you pant, revealing that you were close.
but then he stops. his fingers and tongue leave your cunt without warning. a whine of protest escapes you as you slump against the couch. mat stand before you his lips and chin wet with your slick. your hand moves to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss. you mutter cuss words between kisses, cursing him for not allowing you to come. he laughs softly, his hands moving to your thighs and picking you up. you don’t leave his lips for a second, your tongue brushing his for a moment before his lips wrap around it briefly, before releasing. your back hits the soft couch cushion as mat lays you down. your hands move down wards, his clothed shaft, pumping slowly. mat lets out a soft, breathy moan against your mouth. he is panting against you, and it takes everything in you not to smirk. your grip tightens, squeezing softly before you release him. your fingers hook on the waste band of his pants and boxers, pulling them down his legs. you pull away, hand gripping his cock harder, your thumb spreading the precum on the sensitive head.
met lets out a guttural moan, “as much as i want to have you on your knees while fuck your mouth, i need to be inside of you.” his forehead is pressing against yours, his eyes moving from yours to his hard cock.
“fuck me mat,” you breath, “please.”
he kisses you again, his fingers once again finding your cunt and moving along your wet slit. with your wetness on his finders, he grips his shaft and pumps a couple of times before he pushes the head against your center, the tip barely pushing in before he pulls back. you feel the head of his dick rub your pussy before it’s back at your hole, pushing all the way until mat is bottomed out in your pussy. a sigh of relief escapes you, the feeling of fullness satisfying you. mat pulls his hips back, leaving the tip inside of you before snapping his hips and thrusting hard.
“always so fucking tight,” mat says through gritted teeth.
his thrusts start slow, savoring the feeling of your warm pussy hugging his cock. his lips press kisses on the skin of your collarbone, moving to the tops of your breasts, sucking and biting as he snaps his hips against yours. your fingers, once again, find their way through his hair, gripping and massaging his scalp. you can feel him brushing against your g-spot, and every time it does you let out a small moan. mat grabs your right leg, moving it over his shoulder, before speeding up. his thrusts are faster, harder, hitting that spot at a whole new angle. the sound of skin slapping skin, loud and sinister. you almost cared about what your neighbors might think, but then he thrusts and your eyes roll to the back of your head, back arching so that your tits are pressed against him. fuck the neighbors.
“you fuck me so good,” you moan, hands in a frenzy as it searches for something, anything, to hold onto. a long, drawn out fuck escapes you as mat circles his hips and his thump tracing circles against your clit, providing a new sensation. he does it again and you clench around him. “‘m gonna cum”
“cum for me,” mat coaxes softly, “cum on my dick.”
the combination of his words and fingers against your bundle of nerves is enough to send you over the edge. there is a moment of euphoria, of complete an utter bliss as you drip your juices all over him. mat continues to thrust, allowing your ride out your orgasm. you are a panting mess as mat slows his thrusts, allowing you to recover. he pulls out, dick wet and still hard.
“on your stomach baby.”
like the good girl you are, in your post orgasm state, you turn over with your ass in the air and your face against the couch. you feel mat’s palm against your back, pushing down until your back is arched in a way that your ass is lifted enough for him to push into you. this position leaves you feeling tighter around him, and mat nearly cums at the feeling. he pulls out almost all the way before plunging into you again. he thrusts with long and slow strokes, slowly speeding up. with your legs pressed together, your sensitivity is emphasized further, and the way mat was fucking you, you can feel your second orgasm coming. you feel one of mat’s hands weave its way through your hair, pulling back roughly so that your eyes meets. his lips are parted, breathy moans escaping him as he thrusts into you, chasing a high you had felt just moments before.
“fill me up baby,” you moan, feeling your own climax approaching.
the thrusts are fast, and as with a few more brushes against your g-spot, you were cumming again. your pussy throbbed around mat and that was enough for him to bring him to his finish. mat stills, dick deep inside of you as ropes of cum coat your walls. he falls backward, his soft member falling out of you. you moan at the emptiness and the feeling of yours and his juices dripping out of you. mat admires his work, watching as your cunt drips with his cum, before grabs his boxers to wipe up the mess. when he’s done, you turn on your back, legs resting on his lap as you both pant. your eyes meet his and he breaks into a smile.
“still miss the beard?”
“not one bit.”
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