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Joe Mazzello x Reader

Authors Note: Merry Christmas @johndeaconshands - I am your secret santa! 🎄

I really hope you like your gift and it brings a smile to your face.

Thank you to @thosequeenboys and @warriorteam1924 for organising such a lovely event and I hope you all have an amazing Christmas 🎄 ❤

Synopsis: The Mistletoe Ball comes around every Christmas Eve. It's the one night of the year where friends and couples alike celebrate an evening of festive fun. This year will be unlike any other.

Song Inspiration: All I Want For Christmas Is You - Lady A

Pairings: Joe Mazzello x Reader

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You were all set for the holidays. The Christmas presents were sitting under the tree, wrapped in pretty red bows that shimmered under the twinkling fairy lights. The stockings were hung up upon the fireplace, ready to be filled and there were plenty of festive treats piled up on the table ready to be devoured. All that was left now was to get ready for the one night you had been excitedly anticipating for weeks; The Mistletoe Ball.

It was the one night a year that everybody in your local town had a chance to dress up and enjoy before the big day. Up until this year, you'd never had the pleasure of attending the ball with anybody other than your best friends but that was all about to change.

You took a look at your watch as you anxiously awaited for the doorbell to ring. Finally after months of tip-toeing around, you had plucked up the courage to ask the guy from work to take you to the ball and to your surprise he had accepted. You were beyond nervous but extremely excited at the same time, pulling out all the stops to make sure the evening was perfect. After picking out the perfect outfit and spending hours getting ready in front of the mirror, the time had finally come.

And it just kept on coming. Checking your watch again, you frowned in worry. He said he'd be here at 7pm and it was now nearing half past. Had you given him the wrong address? Maybe he was caught up in traffic? You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and continued to wait, in hopes that soon enough the doorbell would ring and you would be on your way to the party of the year.

After 45 minutes, the call on the door finally sounded, making you bound to it as fast you could. Expecting to see the dashing face of your date, you were sorely disappointed to see your best friend instead.

"Joe?" You groaned, your lips pouting in disappointment.

"Merry Christmas to you too," he tutted as he allowed himself in, "I was worried about you, the party started half an hour ago,"

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you kicked off your heels and padded into the living room.

"I was waiting for my date if you must know," you huffed.

Joe stifled a small laugh, closing the door behind him and following you into the living room.

"What date?" He asked amused as he sat beside you on the sofa.

You sent him an unamused glare.

"Kyle from work," you huff.

"Wait, isn't he that backstreet boy clone you've been going on non stop about all year?"

"He's not a backstreet boy clone, Joe, he's in accounts,"

Joe cleared his throat.

"I just hoped that maybe I'd get a phone call or something if he couldn't make it last minute," you sighed, scrolling through your phone.

Joe found it highly amusing. You'd been friends for a few years now and he had had to endure all of your heartbreaks and date disasters so this was nothing new. However when he noticed a small tear trickle down your cheek, his smile disappeared.

"Y/N? I'm sorry, I was only -,"

"Oh no, it's fine, ignore me, I'm being silly," you sniffed, wiping your eyes delicately. Just because you were upset didn't mean you were about to ruin the make up you had spent all afternoon applying.

Joe couldn't ignore your sniffles; he was angry. Angry that that arse had stood you up. Secretly, Joe had had a crush on you for at least two years now but had never plucked up the courage to tell you. If he thought letting you know how he felt would make you feel better then he would but he feared it would just make things complicated.

"I feel like such an idiot, Joe," you groaned, your head falling on his shoulder.

He wrapped a comforting around you, leaving a small kiss upon your head.

"Listen - you're dressed up already, why waste a good night?"

You lifted your head up to face him and smiled lightly.

"But I don't have anyone to go with, it will just be another year of standing on the sidelines while everyone who's lucky to be in love dances around me," you sighed.

Joe shrugged.

"You will have someone to dance with,"

You knotted your brows and let out a small chuckle.

"Who?"

"You're looking at him,"

Your eyes widened in shock and butterflies began to flutter in your stomach.

"You don't dance," you giggled.

"I'll do it for you," he winked, "C'mon, the night's not getting any younger,"

You pondered for a moment, biting your lip in anticipation. Secretly, you'd always liked Joe - a lot - but you didn't want to ruin your already tight friendship.

"Okay," you sighed happily, "But you need to ask me properly,"

Now it was Joe's turn to be shocked. He gulped and his cheeks used a bright red as you stood and popped your heels back on. He followed suit and let out his hand for you.

"Y/N?," he asked softly, pulling you a little closer to him, "Can I take you to the dance?"

You gave him a small smile and nodded shyly as you picked up your clutch bag and you both left the house.

The party was incredible. It was like a real life winter wonderland and now you were spinning around in the middle of the floor with the rest of your friends but most importantly, Joe. Your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck, his hands rested securely upon your waist, making you feel safe.

"Hey, come with me," Joe whispered in your ear.

You felt goosebumps trickle across your skin as the words left his mouth and before you knew it, Joe was gently leading you out of the huge marquee and into the snowy garden outside. The trees, bushes and hedges are littered in twinkling lights and a fresh layer of snow has just settled on the ground. In the middle of the garden was a small gazebo, wrapped in winter greens and even more sparkling lights and a few couples occupied it.

"It's even more beautiful than last year," you smiled, beaming up at the brightly lit structure in front of you.

Joe smiled, unbeknownst to you and helped you up the small steps. The other couples dispersed back to the party and you and Joe we left alone. You let out a small sigh and looked up at him.

You shook your head and without really planning it, stepped up onto your tip toes and planted a soft kiss upon Joe's flushed cheek. Your eyes widened immediately and you mentally slapped yourself when all he did was stare down at you. He was obviously only seeing this as a friend helping out a friend thing and nothing more.

"I'm sorry," you blushed, cringing as you tried to look anywhere other than at him.

"Yeah, that was terrible," he chuckled.

Wait a minute? Was he serious? You were only expecting him to say it was okay, not make you feel worse by making a joke out of the situation.

"You missed completely, come here,"

Joe hooked his finger under your chin and gently brought his lips down to yours in a sweet and well overdue kiss. It was at that moment that you realised that Joe was all you had ever wanted for Christmas and for every Christmas afterwards. When he pulled away, you took the chance to look up into his eyes which were filled with nothing less than all the love in the world for you.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded as you bit your bottom lip. Joe leant down to your level, his lips coming close to your ear as he whispered three words that you'd been longing to hear ever since the day you'd met him.

"I love you,"

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes fluttered closed for a second. Joe faced you once more, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a happy tear that fell from your eye.

"I love you too," you smiled, "Merry Christmas,"

The End

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Title: Sucking Too Hard on Your Lollipop || The Good Kinda Love pt 2

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word count: 1,550

Summary: Your relationship with Joe has gotten more serious. But you still have to be careful around your friends.

Tags: smut, friends-to-lovers, secret relationship, blowjobs, fingering, LOLLIPOP SUCKING

[A/N]: PART TWO! Once again, thank you to @lovehelpmewrite for aiding in the conception of this beautiful baby. We have a part three in mind already, but I’ll let this one soak in first...

Part 1: here!

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Another day, another movie marathon. This time it was at Joe’s house. In these rare stretches of time when all four of the boys were in between production, you all took as many opportunities to hang out together as you possibly could.

You and Joe had been secretly seeing each other for about a week now. There was hardly a moment when the two of you weren’t attached at the lips, but you hadn’t done that much else. And of course you couldn’t do anything while hanging out with your friends. But because you were both fairly affectionate people to begin with, it wasn’t odd to anyone when you had your legs draped over Joe’s lap while lounging on the couch. And it wasn’t odd to anyone when he dragged his fingers up and down your shins absentmindedly, just wanting some form of contact. In fact no one seemed to notice when you dug the heel of your foot into his lap, right where it made him tense up slightly.

He looked over at you with a warning glance. You knew that if you acted up, you could get caught...but that’s what made it fun. He grabbed your ankle firmly to keep it from moving further.

You blinked your eyes innocently, batting your lashes. That’s when you got an idea. “Hey, anybody need any drinks, snacks?” you asked, hopping up off of the couch and swatting Joe’s legs off of the coffee table so you could pass.

“Sure, yeah, I’ll take a beer,” Ben said, not tearing his eyes from the screen.

“Me too,” Gwil chimed in.

“I’m good,” Rami said, “Unless you’re hiding chips in there somewhere.” To which the rest of the boys nodded interestedly.

“I’ll see what I can do.” you said, taking note of their orders. “Joe you wanna help? It is your kitchen after all.”

Joe hopped up and followed you into the kitchen, just out of sight of the others. He looked over his shoulder to make sure that they were otherwise occupied, then pushed you up against the counter, bending down to whisper in your ear. “Quit fuckin’ teasing me like that, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out we’re together by having me cum in my jeans, would you?”

“Of course not, baby. I won’t lay another hand--or foot--on you. Promise.” You smirked and pushed away from him to grab a bag of chips from the cupboard while he grabbed a few beers from the fridge. You glanced through the cabinet before closing it, when your eyes landed on an assorted bag of candy. Bingo. Just like you remembered, you reached into the bag and pulled out a cherry Blow-Pop. A sweet red orb of sugar wrapped around a chewing gum center. If you couldn’t touch Joe, you had to tease him through other means.

The two of you walked back into the tv room and passed out the beers and set the bag of chips on the table. Hands immediately descended onto the crisps the moment it hit the table, and you relaxed back into the cushions of the couch, pulling out your secret weapon.

The crinkling of the wrapper drew some attention towards you, but no one seemed interested for more than a moment...except for Joe. He was certainly intrigued by the way you took the large red candy into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it languidly before removing it, the smallest ribbon of saliva trailing from your lips.

He exhaled raggedly, shaking his head ever so slightly, knowing exactly what you were playing at. He grabbed harder at his beer bottle as you took the lollipop back into your mouth, spreading your lips by pushing it through them slowly.

Your eyes were so locked in on each other as you licked the lollipop that you barely noticed when Rami said, “Aw man, Blow-Pops? I didn’t know you had those!”

“What? Oh, s-sorry Rami, last one.” you managed to get out, licking your lips after taking the lollipop out of your mouth to respond.

He nodded slowly, going back to his chips.

You blushed a bit as you stuck the lollipop back in your mouth, dragging it across your tongue once, twice, three times. Joe took a long swig of his beer and tugged at the thighs of his jeans, pulling them down slightly, giving him slightly more room in the crotch.

You smirk at his fidgetiness, knowing he was growing hard in his pants. Sticking the lollipop into your cheek, you stand up, making sure to graze Joe’s knee with your hand as you pass by him and the rest of the boys to go to the bathroom. Slipping through Joe’s bedroom and into the en suite, you pull out your phone, quickly dialing Joe’s number.

Joe’s phone buzzed on the coffee table, making a considerable amount of noise, causing the guys to look over at it.

“Ohh, guys, it’s HER,” Ben said, noticing the familiar contact in Joe’s phone.

Joe was hesitant to answer, as he didn’t know what shenanigans you were up to.

“Well go on then, answer it, ya big SUB.” Ben nudged Joe’s arm.

“Yeah, and put it on speaker, mate,” Gwil chuckled.

“You fuckin’ wish, nice try.” Joe said, standing up to take the call, holding his beer carefully in front of his crotch, trying to hide himself as best he could. “Hey, what’s up?” Joe asked, walking into the hallway.

“Come to the bathroom.” you said, taking the lollipop out of your mouth with an audible pop.

“Why, something wrong?” he asked, setting his beer down and lowering his voice, worried that you might have gotten sick, or gotten your period or something.

“Yeah, something’s wrong. The fact that I’m sucking this lollipop and not your cock.” you said, twirling the candy around in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed into the phone, and hung up, walking into his room. He tossed the phone onto his bed and opened his bathroom door, to see you sitting atop the counter, swinging your feet, awaiting him.

“C’mere,” you said, beckoning him. Joe approached you, putting a hand on either side of your hips, bracing himself against the counter. “Be a dear and hold this…” you said, slinking off of the counter, and placing the lollipop into Joe’s mouth for safe keeping, as your mouth was about to be preoccupied.

You slid down between his legs, undoing his pants and pushing them down his thighs. You palmed his hard dick through his underwear, the lollipop stifling his moans. Reaching down into his waistband, you freed his cock, licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft. This was the first time you guys have ever been this close. You wanted to savor every moment of it, but you had to be speedy, as to not raise suspicions with the rest of the boys. Damn that movie had better be entertaining. You kitten-licked the very tip of his dick, teasing ever so slightly before taking him fully into your mouth. His dick twitched in your mouth, he was already so close from all the teasing. Your lips pumping up and down on him, your tongue dragging across the underside of his head, he could barely contain himself. When you pulled away and cupped his balls, you looked up at him. “You can cum for me baby, mmm, so eager for my mouth. Do it.” and with that you took him down again, going faster and faster trying to bring him over the edge.

He let a cry escape his throat as he came, biting down on the lollipop, shattering it, breaking through to the chewing gum center. You swallowed everything he had to give you, and wiped your mouth before tucking him back into his pants. You stood up and grabbed the stick from his mouth, pouting when the stick you removed was empty, and Joe had a blissed-out grin on his face, chewing the gum cockily.

“Let me make you feel good too baby, I’ll be quick I swear,” he whispered, kissing you as he lifted you back up onto the counter. You let the lollipop stick fall into the trash beside the toilet, and grabbed ahold of Joe’s hair, right above the nape of his neck.

You let him spread your thighs, and he made quick work of pushing your panties aside, running his fingers through your folds and getting his digits wet and ready. His thumb came down on your clit, rubbing fast small circles as he dug his middle two fingers deep inside of you. Joe pumped in and out of you, the muscles in his forearms rippling as he worked. He hooked his middle finger against your inner wall, making you gasp against his mouth. He chuckled, repeating his motions to get the same reaction out of you, until you clenched around his fingers, digging your nails into his arm, and whimpering into his mouth as the two of you kissed through your climax.

When you separated, he removed his fingers and licked them clean, before chewing the gum from before and blowing a pitiful bubble. “You’re a dork.”

“Yeah...but I’m your dork.” Joe said, planting a kiss on your still-smiling lips.

Jealous Joe?