Taekook Oneshots

{m}"Does Your Super Strong Boyfriend Know Your Whereabouts?"

Oneshot.7: "Does you super strong boyfriend know your whereabouts?"

Warning tags: #dirtytalking #crossdressing #slutshaming #graphicdescriptionofsex #cheating.(not really)

You've been warned. Don't like don't read. As simple as that.

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Drinks, drugs and meaningless sex. These three words are enough to describe a Friday night of a collage student. Freshman, Senior, age does not matter. all the hormonal kids, driven mad with stressful papers and heavy work load, let themselves loose and have the time of their lives on the Friday night parties.

(Maybe not everybody. There are a handful innocent souls here and there.)

And tonight is no different. With papers due on Monday, my frat brothers and some sorority chicks, have decided to hit a bar, located at the heart of New York city, to blow off some stream.

And by blowing off some stream, I mean, Drinks and drugs and meaningless sex.

Just another Friday night.

"Kenzie, do you use Yoongi's piss for perfume? I smell the acidy fluids, foul, rotten stench from here." Our Designated Driver of the night, one of my fraternity brothers, Hoseok commented.

Mckenzie, who was sitting at the back of the SUV, stopped texting her precious boyfriend for a second, and flipped him off.

"How do you know it was Yoongi hyung's liquid discharge Hoseok hyung." A shy voice, squeaked out the same thing on my mind.

Yeah, how?

Jimin earned a few snickers, for the way he chose his words. Being the only freshman in the house, Jimin tends to be a little shy around us, always too cautious of the words, that leave his lips.

I don't blame him though. I faintly remember the time, when I was the only freshman in a frat full of senior boys. Back then, three years ago, I was short and frail. I am not necessarily ripped now, but, at the same time, I am not as weak as I used to be. I have decent muscles than an average Star Quarterback does. Sports and puberty does that to you.

"Twenty bucks, Hoseok blowed him and Yoongi forced his piss down his throat." I said, only to be smacked on the head by Jin.

"Yah!" There he goes again, with the loud ass yelling. Jin sucked in a long breath and his face turned pink, before he went on about how much of a disgrace I have become, and how he did not raise me like that.

I do like my friends, but sometimes, they can be a little overbearing. Like right now.

Hoseok and Yoongi shamelessly flirting and grabbing each other's dick, in the front.

Jimin and the sorority chicks, squealing over some silly dude flashing his abs.

Fuckin' exhibitionists, the dudes these days are.

Then there is Jin lecturing me, on how to be a gentleman, when only three minutes ago, he was undressing his sim and leering at the panty clad glory of the computer graphics girl.

Morals, he lectures me.

But then again, without these guys, life would be pretty boring with Classes from Monday to Friday, practice on the weekends, and more practice on the semester holidays. With their crazy antics and moronic banters, they add spice to my life. As overbearing as they can be, they are family. The people, who will hold me when the clouds under me, disperse.

That was cheesy as fuck. I recently joined the poetry club. I guess it's rubbing off.

"What is going on there?" Jimin asked pointing at a certain place, which was crowded, like a coffee shop on Monday mornings.