Quite literally, fuck Jin.
God, every time Jimin always ended up so sore and bruised up.
And now, fourth hour, right before lunch, he was in Jin's office once again. And a butt plug was shoved up his ass, trapping in Jin's cum. As said man was doing this, he kept squeezing Jimin's ass, occasionally slapping the already bruised red cheeks.
"Mnh- Jin-jinnie!"
"What? Where's the respect, baby? I thought I just taught you a lesson on respect? Showing your body off to other men-"
"Does it make you mad, sir? Does it?" Jimin asked, now standing up, and pulling is clothes back on. He looked at Jin, who was doing the same.
He already had his pants up, but his belt was still undone. You could see the dark hickies on his neck, the angry red scratches from his chest, biceps, his back and to his hips.
Third hour, he had walked into the boy's restroom, and caught Jimin with a couple of the schools football players. If he hadn't walked in, he knew something inappropriate was going to happen. So he yelled at all three of them. He then dragged Jimin out of the bathroom, scolding him.
**
Now, at lunch, Jimin laid on his side, slowly drinking from a water bottle.
"Shit, Jimin.. boss nearly killed you again. You should go home." Taehyung said, looking concerned.
"Nah I have shit to do. Plus I'm having Seok and Joon over after school anyways. I'd invite you and Kook over too but it's like against the rules or something. Well- Jin's rules." Jimin rolled his eyes, "As much as I love riling him up, he might just end up killing me through sex one day. And as far as 'no strings attached' goes.. he seems pretty fucking attached."
"I told you why, Jimin." Suddenly, there was a hand curling itself into Jimin's hair, tightening into a fist to pull. "I'm going to break you. You need a short leash."
