no one knows; yugbam

nok: one

nok means no one knows, the title of the story.

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Yugyeom moans as the older male thrusts into him, his hands gripping the younger male's hips. Sweat covers their foreheads, hair, and bodies. They are both in the last period classroom they have together, which is dance.

They had held a competition in which person could dance better, and Yugyeom had won, obviously. Bambam wasn't in the competition, he just watched Yugyeom beat the others that had challenged him. He knew they shouldn't have underestimated Yugyeom. So after class, Bambam held Yugyeom back, and here they are, fucking on the dance classroom's floor.

Bambam smirks as he sees Yugyeom's eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. He knows fucking the fatigue boy passionately, roughly, and slowly is the way Yugyeom likes it. 

Bambam continues at his rough pace, making Yugyeom let out even louder moans. It is already after school so no one is down at the wing where the dance section is. Unless they are, you know, doing what Bambam and Yugyeom are currently doing.

Minutes later, the two feel heat pool at the bottom of their stomachs, and it isn't long before they cum. Bambam ties the condom, and throws it away, starting to put on his clothes. He is done soon, and he grabs his bag, noticing that Yugyeom is still laying down on the floor, exhausted.

"Come on, lazy ass, get up," Bambam says, smirking.

Yugyeom groans. "Shut up, Kunpimook. You weren't the one with a dick up their ass."

"But you liked it, didn't you?"

"N-no."

"Your moaning and cheeks say so otherwise, sweetheart."

"Fuck off," Yugyeom scowls as he decides to get up, wincing as he does so.

Bambam rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "Well, see you later, Kim. Remember, don't tell anyone about this."

"Yeah, yeah." Yugyeom rolls his eyes this time.

He starts to change, putting his clothes back on. His ass is completely sore right now, but he doesn't have a choice but to walk. He grabs his bag, and gets up, limping out of the dance classroom. He limps toward his car and winces as he sits down on the driver's seat. He turns on his car and starts driving toward his house.

"Hey, mom," Yugyeom greets as he walks inside his house, seeing the woman in the kitchen, cooking.

"Hey, sweetie," she returns, kissing her son on his cheek.

Ever since Yugyeom was born, and the doctor confirmed he is an omega, the lowest rank of all, Yugyeom's dad ran out on his wife and son, leaving the two alone. Yugyeom and his mom are both omegas, and occasionally, Yugyeom's mom's friend comes by. She is an alpha, so she rubs off her scent on the two of them, protecting them from any danger or any dangerous alpha or beta out there.

Yugyeom's mom gets her heat every two months, and her friend always comes by during her heat, protecting her from any harm, and staying by her side.

Yugyeom low-key ships his mom with her friend, but his mom claims she doesn't like her friend. She only likes her as a 'friend.' Yugyeom calls that bullshit.

"How was your day?" his mom asks.

"Good. I won a dance competition today," Yugyeom tells as he begins to help his mom.

"Between who?"

"A bunch of losers that thought that they were better than me," Yugyeom scoffs, rolling his eyes.