good boy
gender neutral reader x joost
summary: hanging out with joost you get bored and start messing with him. leading to both of you discovering his praise kink.
word count: 948
content warnings: 18+ SMUT RPF, petting/belly rubs, praise kink, dry humping, sub!joost
author's note: this is my first time posting fanfic on tumblr, if i need to change/do anything please let me know! i'm sure I'll get the hang of it soon!
Much of the day had been spent lounging around with Joost. Which was a refreshing change of pace from how busy he tended to be. Just sitting on the couch together, watching TV. There’s nothing good on which is why you’re both on your phones.
Eventually you grow bored of your phone, and set it aside, looking to Joost for some form of entertainment. His shirt rides up slightly, it’s just this side of too small. It gives you a glimpse of his hairy tummy, and you really can’t help yourself from reaching over and touching him. A perfect distraction from your boredom.
He asks what you’re doing, your fingertips brushing against the fuzz on his belly. You shrug a little saying you’re just touching. He gives a small laugh and turns his attention to his phone again. Until you push his shirt up a little more so you can really get your hands on him. You spread your hand on his belly, he holds his breath for a few moments before it comes out as a giggle when you start to rub his tummy gently. He squirms slightly and has a shy little smile on his face as you touch him.
It's so cute, he's so cute! You can't help but laugh fondly at how sweet he is. You also, kinda can't help the praise that spills from you as you pet him. Through giggles you find yourself uttering the words 'good boy' without even realizing. He gasps suddenly, squirming again, and he's quickly shoving his shirt down and grabbing the closest throw pillow, holding it over his lap.
You sit up from where you had been lying on your front along the couch. Joost slumps further into the couch, hands covering his face. You scoot closer a little, careful with how you approach the situation. You gently assure him it's okay, he doesn't have to be embarrassed. Slowly encouraging him to remove the pillow, to stop hiding. He sighs a little as he does so, setting it between you two. You don’t even think to stop yourself before the words tumble from you again, ‘good boy’. He blushes red and audibly whimpers at those two simple words, one hand slipping down to palm the bulge in his sweatpants.
It’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen, that pathetic sort of desperation that seems to wash off him in waves.
You're both incredibly still for a few moments. Though you want nothing more than to touch him and it seems his mind’s on the same track as he’s moving, asking quietly ‘can i?’ As he positions himself in your lap. You let him and remember just how big he is as he tucks in close, he seems massive like this straddling your thighs. He’s acting so small though, hiding his face against your neck and whining as you feel his hips start to move. He's so sweet like this, that you just have to say it again, 'good boy' to which he responds with a breathy little whimper before muffling himself by kissing your neck.
Joost kisses where he can with your shirt in the way. He nips gently at your throat, making you gasp before he’s licking at the mark, just to bite the junction between your neck and shoulder after he pulled the collar of your shirt to the side. You’re going to be such a mess by the time he’s done with you, as he’s determined to cover you in marks. You can only encourage it, 'i'm all yours, you're so good for me' you babble, tipping your neck to the side for him.
It’s almost too much in the most perfect way. The dizzying combination of his hips grinding against you and the way he attacks your neck with sloppy kisses and bites. You grab gently at his hips to steady yourself, relishing in how plush he is. He almost seems to short circuit when you start rocking up into him, he gasps out a little 'fuu-uck', hips stuttering slightly. But he shakes his head when you ask sweetly if he's about to cum.
Your hands roam his body, you stroke his back, squeeze his ass just to make him squeak into your mouth as you kiss him. He’s just this side of pathetic, whining into the kiss, licking into your mouth, impossibly needy. His nipples pebble under his shirt and you brush your thumb over one, drawing another whine out of him.
He pushes your hand under his shirt, letting you play with him. Joost’s hips work harder as you play with a nipple, pinching and pulling on the tender flesh gently. He begs quietly, switching between Dutch and English unable to think straight the closer he gets. You encourage him, lavishing him in praise, telling him how good he’s being for you. It all gets to be too much and he finally cums, burying his face into your neck, whimpering at the oversensitivity still grinding against you. You hush him and stroke his face, your other hand soothing his hip.
He whimpers, pressing his cheek into your hand and mumbles something about wanting to make you feel good as he kisses at your palm. You assure him he’s been such a good boy already and that helping him get off is all you need, despite how riled up you really are, wet and leaking slick from the moment he climbed in your lap. But when he stands on still shaky legs and takes your hand to lead you to the bedroom, you can’t quite say no. It’s a good way to spend an afternoon and you sure aren’t bored anymore.


















