#bwf

You and Hoseok know each other for few years now, you both talked about every topic possible…except one. Sex.

He didn’t have any problem talking about it, he even tried initiating discussing it, but you always changed the subject. 

The reason is simple: you’re a virgin. 

You do have knowledge but it’s not like you had experience, and if you started talking about sex he’d guess in a second that you’re a virgin and that’s the last thing you want. How embarrassing would it be if he learns, THE expert in sex that had more experience than anyone else, that his now very close friend is a virgin? He already taught you so many things just thanks to him telling you his adventures. You didn’t want to think about it. 

You weren’t jealous… you did have plenty of opportunities, but you were scared.

Right now it’s around 9pm, Hoseok stayed at your house the whole day and was probably also going to stay the night. He’s playing on your PS4 and talking to you at the same time. He was telling you everything about a night he had few days ago and your reaction brought suspicions to you. 

‘It’s crazy how much she was shaking, never seen this’

He cockily said

‘She was shaking? Why’

You asked… innocently

‘What do you mean why? Your ex didn’t please you well enough?’

He laughed

‘Maybe she was just cold’

‘Love do you have any idea of what you’re talking about right now? She was shaking because of the pleasure I gave her, she started right before cumming and never stopped since lol.‘

And he didn’t stop trapping you until he finally realized, you never had sex. Never felt anything inside of you. Clit play was ‘enough’ for you. You never told him you had sex, he just deduced this since you had an ex. But now that the secret is out, you just had to tell him the whole truth.

‘C’mon baby, you know that I won’t judge you. I’m not like that, tell me everything, what’s wrong?’

He gently asked putting down his controller and looking at you softly.

‘Well… actually, I never had sex, I was always too scared to put anything inside of me.’

‘You never ever masturbated?!’

He asked again with a shocked expression

‘I did but I only played with my clit. I never felt confident and secure enough to put fingers or dildos in me, even though trust me, I tried.’

You blushed from shyness

‘Aww how cute. You never felt confident or secure enough to do it. But don’t you feel secure and comfortable with me?’

‘I do. So?’

Was he really about to ask you to masturbate right now? Was that what he meant?

‘So why aren’t you doing it right now?’

Your face drops. You knew what he was talking about.

‘Doing what?’

You asked to make sure what he really meant.

‘Masturbating! Why aren’t you touching yourself in front of me when I’m here? You can try anything with me, I’ll help you. And I’ll help you finger yourself, and even put a dick in if you deserve it.’

Now that he said it… There’s no way he meant something else. You think a few seconds: masturbate in front of him? He’ll help you? And what if maybe… that wasn’t much of a bad idea?

‘Well you know what? Maybe I’d appreciate your help, but just to let you know. I’m shy.’

‘Don’t worry babygirl, and to let you know, I’ve never helped anyone masturbate or whatever, so not only this is special because of you, but also because I’ve never done this. I’ll try my best to be caring and slow. A different me.’

He says as he sits down next to you and looks at you for a little moment. He decides to ask you one more time for your consent, you accept, and he puts on some slow and chill playlist.

He turns off a bit more the lights and lays down beside you, he asks you to open your legs and you do.

You were wearing a skirt with little panties under so it was perfect for him. ‘Great, he won’t see everything’ you told yourself, shy and scared of what he could think at the view of your clothless cunt. He puts a pillow under your neck so that you could rest comfortably and finally slides his long, skinny fingers on your tummy. Tracing on it as he gives you butterflies and slowly going towards the elastic of your skirt, but instead of passing under it as he was about to, he thinks about it twice and decides to pass them pretty fingers on top of the skirt, slowly arriving to your pussy that’s already started to get wet.

His husky voice whispering sweet nothing in your ears, his eyes examining your body language and facial expressions. His nice, masculine and fresh scent too, and even better, from a perfume you bought for him. He was slowly turning you on.

Eventually, his fingers arrived at your cunt first and steadily started rubbing it in circle movements. You knew how good clipper play feels, but when someone else is doing it and they’re good at it, it’s more than heavenly. You feel yourself heating up a bit and start to breathe irregularly.

‘I’m only getting started, don’t think that this will end without my fingers in you.’

He warned. You whimpered as he started to go faster, changing the movements and pressing kisses on your neck and close to your lips. He went ‘mhh?’ after you moaned or whimpered. He was such a tease.

After slowly increasing the movements of his fingers on your clit, he finally reached your entrance. Gathering your wetness and spreading it around your tight hole making sure to either not touch you with his nails, or gently and carefully tickle it. After going around it for a little moment, he couldn’t wait anymore and pushed one of his fingers inside. You moan at the sudden move and new sensation. It never felt good when you did it, but somehow, he made it easy and pleasurable.

‘Relax baby, let me do the work. Just close your eyes and enjoy.’

Your body automatically relaxes and a wave a pleasure comes to your brain. Your walls giving him more space for his finger to fuck. He caresses, gets in and out, makes you even wetter and makes you moan. No matter how hard you tried to close your legs, he’d push them back open hands down. And when you were already starting to get close, you started begging him for another finger.

‘Plea-please Hoseok~! Another one! I need-uh I need more!’

You kept on getting closer, your walls getting tighter and tighter.

‘You deserve it, don’t you? Ohh aren’t you my good girl?’

He teased. He’d love to hear you say that you’re his little good girl.

‘Yes! I’m your good girl~ only yours!’

You were under his complete influence, but you didn’t care, it was way more than worth it.

He stops a few seconds and slowly slides his other finger in, and starts to go faster again. His fingers going in and out of you at a perfect pace, him looking deep in your eyes and kissing your jaw, the moans, screams and wet slapping sounds resonating in the bedroom are slowly making you crazy. You feel yourself being on the edge as he curses under his breath for the unbelievable feeling, of his fingers being in a hole that’s getting tighter every second. 

He’d fuck you for hours, you were too good to be true, too good to be a virgin. He knew something was blocking you when you were always avoiding the sex topic, and he was happy to be the one helping you. To be honest, he didn’t want anyone else to have you. He wanted you for himself, and himself only. Well maybe… he’d let Jimin hit it too, while Hoseok’s watching or helping. Could be fun. But for the moment, all he had to do was to give you a good first impression of sex and masturbation, and for the moment, everything was going well. Fucking you was one of his sexual fantasy. To him, you’re different from everyone else, but you don’t know that yet…

When you feel like you’re about to cum, your body takes over you. You roll your eyes back before shutting them down, open wide your mouth and start to shake. Your body starts heating up and Hoseok goes the fastest and roughest possible for you like you were used to it. You finally reach your highest and release your semen all over his fingers. You’re shaking uncontrollably and cumming for a good minute. That was the strongest orgasm you ever had. You felt yourself so weak as you finally relaxed your body once again. You feel his breath on your neck.

He gently pulls out his fingers covered in cum off of you and brings them closer to him. You wonder what’s his next move but before you could ask he shoves them into his open mouth. Twirling his tongue around them and tasting your tasty seed. He closes his eyes as he pulls them out.

‘You okay?’

He asked, smirking.

‘Yeah… I’m alright’

Now you know why she was shaking…

‘Maybe I should've eaten you out, or wait and use my cock instead. But we can do this another time, you seem ready for it, even though no one really is.’

He smiles, takes your hand and gets you up. Then he puts his hands under your thighs and easily lifts you up.

‘Let’s go to the bathroom, we can either shower, or continue what we just started. Your choice, miss.’

He said while caressing your smooth thigh.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1.

Benny stops dead in his tracks, staring at the freshly pinned poster, reading “Cheer Tryouts, Tuesday after school!”

Vivid memories flood back to when he dressed up with Ethan as Betty and Veronica. Ethan never wanted to pick up a pom pom again after facing down Stephanie but Benny? Benny could only linger in the feelings of having so much fun as a cheerleader.

He quickly rips the poster off the bulletin board, a couple people eye him.

“Ha, cheerleaders are so stupid right. Ahah.” he crumples it up trying to act like he doesn’t care and catches up with Ethan.

–Later that night–

Benny is sitting alone at Ethan’s house. Ethan’s fast asleep in bed behind him. He’s copying over E’s homework. He gets distracted midway though the Media Studies questions, as he often does, and thinks about that poster…

He digs through his messy backpack and pulls it out. Stating the same simple message as It did last time.

Cheer tryouts, tomorrow. After school.

He gets up and starts going though Ethan’s closet.

It’s endless, messy and kinda gross.

Ethan would always shove his unorganized shit into this closet, so looking for anything was pretty hopeless but he was determined. After a solid hour of digging he finally stumbled upon the three holy items.

A red and black sleeveless top with the White Chappel logo stitched on it, a short simple red skirt and a long golden locked wig, slightly crumpled with two red bows on either side.

Benny squeezes the items tight, inhaling the stale closet air with glee.

He folds and softly places the items in his satchel underneath his books, he sits back in his chair and spins around. He stops and excitedly scribbles down the rest of the notes.

Chapter 2.

–After School– Benny stands in the bathroom, legs trembling. Oh, this is so stupid, what am I doing!? I should be home playing video games with Ethan, or something. Anything other then this. Oh, fucking christ.

Despite his anxious thoughts, he continues changing into his old cheerleading uniform. Once he's done, he takes a deep breath. His hand hovers over the stall door as he hesitates to open it. With an exhale, he pushes though and looks in the mirror. After making sure none of his short brown hair is sticking out, he rushes out of the men's bathroom.

He prays to god that no one saw him.

He quickly arrives at the gym hall. The bleachers are filled with preppy girls chatting and sitting around, waiting for their turn. He places himself down at the first row, holding onto grandma’s magical pompoms for good luck.

“Hi!” A cheery blonde walks up to him, “Please make sure you sign in before waiting!”

She hands him a clipboard filled with flowery, delicate names written in fancy cursive. Three spaces remain at the bottom asking to fill in a first and last name.

Benny shakily signs “Betty Weir” in the best cursive she could manage.

“Thank you buh-” she looks closer at the chicken scratches, “Betty!”

She walks away with a hop in her step, moving on to greet the new students walking in.

And Betty’s more than relieved.

Getting comfortable and with not much else to do, he watches one after another of girls doing backflips, somersaults and jumping jacks.

Oh god, he really missed doing—or at least, attempting—those tricks. He ruffles his pom poms and cheers like the other girls in the bleachers after each girl finishes their routine, trying to fit in.

Sadly his efforts weren't enough. He hears snickering behind him. He tries not to eavesdrop, but the fragments he can pick up made his stomach turn.

"Who is that?" A voice whispers.

"I don't know, but look at her hairy legs, oh my god."

"Total lesbo..." they laugh.

Betty freezes. How dare they? Why did I do this? I'm so fucking stupid, I didn't even shave my legs. I wanna go home. What am I doing here. I should just leave.

She feels tears welling up in her eyes. But before her train of thought can go any further off track, she hears a loud hiss behind her.

"What's your fucking problem?" A familiar voice yells, "She hasn't done anything! Leave her alone!"

Betty turns to see Erica, of all people, stomping down the bleachers to her.

"Hey, Is this seat taken?" she asks.

"Uhm..." Betty tries to speak in the highest octave she can, "No, go ahead!"

"Don't listen to those cunts," she sneers, "they're just jealous of us natural blondes."

"Ahah, right..."

"You seem familiar..." Erica looks at Betty, "You cheered for awhile last year, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Ahah." Betty nervously laughs, shying away from Erica's stares.

"OMG what happened? Why did you leave?"

"Well, you know, a head cheerleader being an evil witch is kinda off putting."

Erica clicks her tongue, "Damn, can't blame you for that. But don't worry, she's dealt with now."

"Yeah," Betty sighs, remembering the reason she has to pack her own lunches now, "Wonder what happened to her."

An ear piercing whistle interrupts their conversation.

"Erica Jones!" a teacher shouts.

"Oh, that's me," She stands up and tightens her pony tail, "I'll be right back."

"Good luck." Betty smiles.

Erica does amazingly, flipping and flying though the air. She lands all her stunts perfectly. She does have vampirism on her side, but even then, she has to be practicing religiously to do a triple backflip one handed. She's definitely getting in.

When she finishes, Betty is too timid to cheer. She quietly ruffles her pompoms as Erica sits back down next to her.

"Awe, no cheering?" She teases, "Was I that bad?"

"OMG, no! No, you were flipping amazing!" she gushes, pun completely intended.

"Awe, thank you," she blushes, "Have you gone yet?"

"Ah, no. W last name, takes forever."

"Ahh, best for last I guess." she elbows Betty, "So, what IS your name?"

"Oh, aha. Betty."

"Betty, huh?" Erica smirks, "Guessing your parents liked Archie?"

"Who's Archie?"

"Like, the comics."

"Oh, haha," Betty twirls her hair between her fingers, "I don't read comics or anything nerdy like that."

"Don't worry, I don't either."

Their lies brings the conversation to an uncomfortable halt. They shuffle in their seats, and look at their phones in silence. After a few names and whistle blows, Betty finally hears her name called.

"Betty Ware?" the teacher shouts.

"Oh, haha, that's me!" Betty fumbles to her feet, grabbing her lucky pompoms, and runs to the teachers side. She thought of correcting her name pronunciation, but, it's probably for the best if she keeps quiet.

"Alright, missy! Ready position!"

Betty puts her hands to her hips.

"Hand clap!"

She claps her hands together in a firm clasp.

"T motion!"

She sticks her arms out in a T, trying not to feel like a broken 3D model.

"Broken T!"

She puts her fists into her chest, keeping her arms out.

"Touchdown!"

She raises her hands way above her head.

"V motion!"

She spreads her arms apart, ruffling her pompoms.

"10 Jumping Jacks!"

She drops her pompoms down and quickly does 10 jumping jacks.

The teacher looks down at her clipboard.

"Freshman?" she asks.

"Uh, Junior this year." Betty squeaks.

"Thank you," she scribbles something down on her paper, "You can have a seat."

Betty gives her a quick curtsy and picks up her pompoms, running back to a cheering Erica.

"Ahah, stop!" Betty blushes, as she sits down next to her.

"Why? You were great!" Erica beams.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Your form was awesome, and you had a great smile!"

Betty tries not to blush, "Glad my midnight practices paid off..."

--Cut to Benny in his room.--

He's quietly murmuring a cheer while dancing around his messy floor.

"Boom! Did a bomb just go off in my head?" She puts a hand to her ear.

"No!" She stands on her bed, punching at the air. "It's the devils when we beat you black and red!"

"Calla' nurse calla' doctor" She shouts, jumping up and down.

He hears knocking on his door.

"Benny," his grandma's muffled voice came though the door, "Can you please keep it down?"

"Yeah, okay." he replies with a voice crack.

--Cuts back--

"OMG! I'll have to practice with you some time then."

"Haha, um, maybe."

A whistle blows.

"Alright girls, I've seen some great performances today." The tall, lengthy teacher announces. "Results will be up by tomorrow next to the gym doors."

The small crowd of wannabe cheer leaders stare at her with anticipation.

"You're dismissed."

The girls quickly rush down the bleachers and out the gym doors, but Erica stays comfortably next to Betty, obviously having something on her mind.

The rude two brunettes finally make it down from the back row of bleachers they were sitting on.

Erica growls at them and gets up from her seat.

"It was nice talking to you Betty," she says, gathering up her things, "I'll see you at school?"

"No!" Betty clams up, "Oh, no, I don't go to uh. School."

"What?"

"Home school. I'm Home schooled." Betty gives a large cheeky smile.

"Huh." Erica pulls her purse over her shoulder, charms clacking together, "Well, then, could we exchange numbers?"

Betty makes a shocked face.

Erica—A Girl—Willingly giving me her number?

"Sure... why not..."

Erica whips out her phone, covered from lock screen to phone case with Dusk's Jakeward smoldering into the camera. Betty swipes though and starts putting in her phone number.

"Here, gimme your phone!" Erica says, tapping her foot impatiently.

Betty takes out her phone in her bumpy green case and cringes. This isn't too much of a Boy Phone case is it?

Erica doesn't seem to mind, since she quickly punches in her digits.

"I'd love to chat more but..." Erica looks out the gym doors, in the direction the brunettes went, "I gotta go get something to eat... Text me!"

"Ahah, of course," Betty nervously tugs at her blonde hair, "See you later!"

And just like that, she's alone in the gymnasium.

She heads to the bathroom, checking both ways to make sure the coast was clear, and walks in. She gives herself one last good look in the mirror before she closes the stall door behind her.

Her eyes wander to different spots of the stall as she changes. Markings left by her peers read; "I was here" next to 20 tally marks, A few crudely drawn penises and someone's bandcamp link written in sharpie.

She takes out her baggy blue jeans, looks down at her unshaven legs, and sighs.

Guess I'll get to use a razor for real this time. She thinks to herself, scratching her hairless cheek.

A part of her never wants to put these pants on again. Just live out of her perfect uniform, but she has a grandma to return to and dinner to eat. So before she knows it, she's back to being plain old Benny.

As she stuffs her uniform away, his phone vibrates multiple times.

He slings his satchel over his shoulder and heads out of the school. As he clicks together the straps of his blue bike helmet, he checks his phone to read the messages.

From Erica: heyyy betty its erica! had a talk with those girls who were super rude 2 ya dw about them bothering u EVER again ;)

Something tells Benny that she did a lot more with her and her fangs then just talk...