Chapter 12: Guide to masturbate

They sat in YN’s cosy living room, the air thick with tension and an unspoken understanding between them. Namjoon could feel the weight of what was about to happen, but he knew this was important for YN, something she had never experienced before, something that only he could guide her through.

“YN,” Namjoon’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but the seriousness of his tone made her look up at him. “Have you ever touched yourself?”

YN blushed deeply, eyes widening at his direct question. “I… I never thought about it,” she stammered, clearly embarrassed. “I mean, I don’t know how.”

Namjoon nodded, his expression gentle but determined. He wasn’t here to judge her; he was here to help her discover a side of herself that had been locked away for too long. “It’s okay. I’ll show you how.”

YN’s heart raced, the mixture of fear and anticipation building inside her. She had never imagined being in a situation like this, especially with someone as young and experienced as Namjoon. The age gap felt larger than ever in that moment, but the warmth in his gaze reassured her.

“First,” Namjoon began, reaching for her hand, “you have to relax. Don’t overthink it.”

He guided her hand gently to rest on her own thigh, his fingers resting over hers, showing her the path but letting her take the lead. “Just feel yourself,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Touch slowly.”

Her hand hesitated at first, trembling slightly as it moved upward. Namjoon’s hand stayed on top of hers, not pressuring her but simply guiding. “Start with your thighs,” he said softly. “Get used to your own touch.”

YN’s breathing hitched as her fingers brushed against her skin, a sensation that was completely foreign to her. She had never taken the time to explore herself, to understand the pleasure she could bring to her own body. Namjoon’s presence was comforting, his voice like a steady rhythm that kept her from spiralling into panic.

“You’re doing great,” Namjoon murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “Now… move higher.”

Her fingers, now a bit more confident, trailed upwards, reaching the waistband of her soft pyjama pants. Namjoon shifted slightly closer, his warmth radiating next to her. “It’s okay,” he assured her. “Go at your own pace.”

With a shaky breath, YN slipped her hand under her waistband, feeling the softness of her skin underneath. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to her own touch.

Namjoon’s hand remained on hers, guiding her in slow, deliberate movements. “Feel that?” he asked gently. “That’s your body telling you it’s okay. It’s natural.”

She nodded, unable to find the words. The sensations were overwhelming, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. Her hand moved more freely now, guided by Namjoon’s steady encouragement.

“Now,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing, “touch yourself right here.” His hand briefly moved to her most intimate area, showing her where to press, before letting her fingers take over. “Gently.”

Her breath hitched again as she felt the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through her. Her eyes flickered to Namjoon, a mixture of disbelief and awe crossing her features.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice like velvet. “Go slowly. Learn what feels good.”

YN’s movements were tentative at first, but as she followed his instructions, she began to understand her own body in ways she never had before. Her fingers found a rhythm, small gasps escaping her lips as the pleasure built inside her.

Namjoon’s eyes stayed locked on hers, his hand never leaving hers, ensuring she knew she wasn’t alone in this. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “You deserve to feel this.”

YN’s body responded to his words, her breaths coming faster as the sensations intensified. “I… I didn’t know it would feel like this,” she admitted breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded as she continued to explore herself.

Namjoon smiled softly, his gaze filled with nothing but admiration. “That’s because no one showed you. But now, you’re learning. You’re starting to understand.”

Her heart pounded as her body started to reach its peak, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. She was no longer embarrassed this was about her discovering her own desires, her own needs. And Namjoon was right there with her, supporting her every step of the way.

“Don’t stop,” Namjoon whispered, his voice coaxing her further. “Let yourself feel it.”

And then, with a soft moan, YN’s body trembled, the sensation of release washing over her like a wave. She gasped, her hand stilling as the pleasure overtook her, leaving her breathless and wide-eyed.

Namjoon watched her with a gentle smile, his hand still resting on hers as she came down from her high. “See?” he said softly, his voice filled with pride. “That’s what it feels like.”

YN couldn’t speak for a moment, her mind trying to process the intensity of what she had just experienced. Her body felt warm, her heart still racing in her chest. She looked at Namjoon, her eyes filled with gratitude and something else something deeper.

“I… I didn’t know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you.”

Namjoon smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You never have to thank me, YN. This is just the beginning. There’s so much more I want to show you.”

YN blushed but didn’t look away. For the first time in her life, she felt connected to someone in a way that went beyond the physical. Namjoon wasn’t just teaching her about pleasure he was teaching her about herself.

As the night grew darker, the atmosphere between them shifted. YN felt lighter, more aware of her own desires, her own body. And Namjoon was there, ready to guide her through every step of the journey ahead.

“Let’s take this slow,” Namjoon whispered, leaning in just enough so she could feel the warmth of his breath. “There’s no rush, okay?”

YN nodded, her heart swelling with emotions she hadn’t known she was capable of feeling.

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