"What are you watching?" Jimin commented, peeking over at Namjoon's phone screen as they sat beside each other on the couch. His eyes widened at the porno the boy had pulled up. "Whoa, that's some pretty hardcore BDSM."

Namjoon sighed, watching the twink get obliterated by his doms massive cock with longing. "Yoongi never goes this hard with me."

"What do you mean?" Jimin frowned. "He fucks you all the time. I know because you never shut up about it. Or walk straight."

"Yeah, but that's normal sex. Vanilla, even. He's so caring and sweet, he never wants to choke me or slap me like this guy does." Namjoon rewound the video to watch the dom pin the twink to the floor by grabbing his neck and squeezing hard.

"But that's what you want?" Jimin asked. "Rougher sex?"

Namjoon nodded. "Bondage and role-play is fine, but it's not as all out as these videos. It's just not... enough."

"You have to talk to him about it." Jimin said. "You know he would listen to you."

"That's actually the problem." Namjoon admitted. "He loves me so much that if I told him I wanted him to hurt me, he would try his best to do it. But I know he doesn't want to do that, he just wants to make me happy. But I can't be happy when I know he's forcing himself to do something he doesn't want to do."

Jimin nodded slowly. "I see. Well... you should still talk to him about it. He's going to notice you're unhappy, if he hasn't already."

"You're right." Namjoon mumbled, looking at the porno again. "It's just difficult, because he went hard on me once before."

"What happened?"

"He felt so guilty about it that he had a dom drop, and it took almost two days for him to recover from it."

Jimin winced. "Oh. Yeah... definitely wouldn't want that to happen again."

"Exactly. That's why I'm worried about asking him to do it again. He felt so bad about enjoying hurting me that, even though I told him I liked all of that, he never did it again. I'm worried if I bring it up now, it'll start an argument."

"So... what are you going to do?" Jimin asked.

Namjoon shrugged. "Suffer in silence and hope the problem magically fixes itself on its own."

The video had ended with no aftercare, just the twink left to catch his breath on the messy bed, covered in cum and bruises.

And Namjoon wished that was him.

-

The next day, Namjoon picked at his dinner.

It was another extravagant dish that Namjoon couldn't pronounce, courtesy of Yoongi's knowledge and talent in the kitchen. Whatever it was, it tasted amazing, but the student was too distracted to enjoy it properly, and that added to his bad mood.

"What's wrong?" Yoongi of course noticed immediately. "Baby, are you feeling sick? You've barely eaten all day."

"'M fine." Namjoon mumbled, stabbing his fork into the pasta. "Dinner is good, really. Thanks."

Yoongi frowned, abandoning his own plate to scoot closer to the boy. "Tell dom what's on your mind, baby. Please."

Namjoon sighed, looking away. "I don't want to tell you, because you'll try to help."

Now Yoongi was confused. "Of course I'll try to help you, amour."

"That's the problem!" Namjoon protested. "I don't want you to help!"

Yoongi watched him for a few long moments. He could tell by the agitated boy's body language that he was really worked up over this issue.

Without a word, the dom suddenly stood, yanking Namjoon up by his bicep.

Startled, Namjoon tried to regain his footing as the tiny dom marched him into the living room.

"Wait- ah- Yoongi-!"

Yoongi tossed the boy onto the couch, quickly straddling the boys hips.

"Tell me what's wrong." Yoongi demanded, his hands pinning Namjoon's wrists to the cushion.

"No!" Namjoon thrashed under the surprisingly strong dom. "Because you'll try to fix it!"

"Tell. Me." Yoongi rubbed his palm over the boys clothed dick, making Namjoon groan.

"Asshole," Namjoon huffed, trying to push his ass into the couch cushion to escape contact.

"I thought I made it clear that this is not an optional request." Yoongi's voice got darker.

"Eat my ass, pervert."

"Tell dom why you're upset, and you can have a blowjob." Yoongi laid out the situation for him, still rubbing the boys cock. "If you don't, then you'll come in your pants and I won't help you clean up the mess."

"But either way, I still get to come?" Namjoon quirked an eyebrow.

"You would rather I don't let you?"

Namjoon sighed, sad that the small glimpse of rough-dom Yoongi was already gone. "You're too nice to me."

"Yeah, shame on me for loving you." Yoongi kissed the boys nose. "Will you stop being evasive and tell dom what's wrong now?"

"Nothing is wrong." Namjoon lied, pushing Yoongi off as he sat up. "I'm just tired. Let's go to bed."

Yoongi frowned, clearly not believing him. "Joon-"

"I just don't want to talk right now, can we drop it?" Namjoon looked away. He knew Yoongi would do exactly that, because he knew Yoongi would do anything for him.

That was why he couldn't tell the dom the truth. Yoongi would hurt himself if it meant making Namjoon happy, and Namjoon didn't want that.

He didn't think he could handle Yoongi having another drop. The first time was scary enough.

As expected, Yoongi relented. "Okay baby, go get ready for bed. Dom will clean up the kitchen and meet you there."

Namjoon sighed, feeling guilty as he got up and headed to the bedroom.

He stripped down to his boxers and climbed onto the bed, laying on his front. Grabbing a pillow, he squished it under his head as he stared at the wall, thinking.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened and Yoongi came in.

The bed dipped as the dom sat down on it, and a warm hand placed itself over Namjoon's bare thigh.

"Do you still want a massage before bed?" Yoongi asked with his deep voice. "Or do you want dom to sleep in a different room tonight?"

Namjoon couldn't help but smile. Yoongi was too perfect, and Namjoon knew he was beyond lucky to have him. That was also part of the problem- he didn't want Yoongi to change. He loved the selfless, kind and understanding dom. Sure he wanted rougher sex sometimes, but he didn't want to be disrespected and pushed around daily, like some dom and sub couples.

He didn't think he had the right to demand Yoongi to change based on how Namjoon was feeling that day.

"Massage; yes." Namjoon looked over his shoulder at Yoongi. "And you stay here too. I'm sorry if I made you think I was mad at you- I'm not."

"Okay, baby." Yoongi left to grab Namjoon's favorite massage oil, and Namjoon knew he was the most spoiled sub in the whole scene.

And that was just the way he liked it.

Free, exotic and delicious food daily, nightly massages, endless compliments, kisses and praise, and unwavering support and love. Namjoon had all this, combined with the ability to snap his fingers and get an orgasm by the scenes most educated and respected dom.

Namjoon wondered why he had even thought about wanting to change his lifestyle.

As Yoongi skillfully rubbed his hands over Namjoon's skin, the sub inhaled the comforting vanilla scent and grew drowsy.

He was lucky to have Yoongi just the way he was. It was selfish of him to want Yoongi to act rougher, especially when he knew Yoongi didn't want to.

He decided he would just suck it up and deal with not getting one thing he wanted.

After all, Yoongi gave him absolutely everything else.