MY BABY - BROTHER IN-LAW Part 1| MYG X READER | 18+ | SMUT

6.

"Lust"

The bathroom is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the extractor fan above. Haerin stands in front of the mirror, her reflection illuminated by a single candle's flickering flame. She's clad in a silky nightgown that clings to her curves like a second skin, revealing every contour and valley beneath.

With deliberate slowness, she reaches behind herself and unties the gown's sash. The fabric parts like water, pooling at her feet as Haerin steps out of it with an air of seductive vulnerability. Now completely naked, she turns to face herself in the mirror.

Her hands roam over her body with possessive curiosity, tracing the swell of breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach to the juncture between her thighs. "Look at you," she murmurs huskily, "so beautiful... so ripe for my touch."

She closed her eyes, her hands still moving over her body, tracing the same paths as before. Her touch was both familiar and foreign, as if she were exploring someone else's body.

Opening her eyes, she looked into the mirror again, meeting her own gaze. She saw the same woman there, but also something different. There was a hunger in her eyes, a burning desire that she had never seen before.

Her mind was awhirl with thoughts, with memories. She thought of him, of the way he had looked that night, the way his hand had moved beneath the sheets. She ached for more, for those moments of pleasure, but she also knew it was wrong.

She knelt on the cold tile floor, her pussy pressed against the cold screen of the phone. His picture was there. She could see his face, staring back at her, his dark eyes unreadable.

Haerin couldn't believe what she was doing. She was actually grinding on his picture, on the phone that held pictures of him. It was so wrong, so shameful, but she couldn't stop herself.

But as she continued, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was one thing to watch him, to secretly lust after him, but this... this was pushing the boundaries even further.

She was beyond caring at this point. The line between right and wrong had blurred, and all she could think about was her own pleasure.

The picture of him was still on the screen, his face frozen in an expression of innocence and surprise. But Haerin saw it differently now. She saw something else, something dark and dangerous.

She closed her eyes again, imagining his body against her, his hands on her skin. The phone was a poor substitute, but it was the best she had.

She continued to grind against it, her breath coming in short gasps. The sensations were intense, but there was an emptiness there too, a sense that something was missing.

Haerin gasped as the phone's screen brushed against her sensitive clit, sending jolts of pleasure. She was lost in sensation now, her mind consumed by pleasure and guilt intermingling into something dark and beautiful.

The sound of her own voice surprised her, as if it didn't even belong to her. She sounded so wanton, so needy.

But she didn't care. She was too far gone now, too overwhelmed with desire.

Her movements became more frantic, more desperate. She was chasing a release that she knew was wrong, that she knew she shouldn't want.

Haerin gasped as she pinched her nipples, the pain-pleasure sending pleasure so bad. She had never been this reckless, this shameless before. But something about him brought out this wild side of her, this primal need to take and possess.

She pinched them again, harder this time, as if trying to punish herself for doing this. But the only thing it did was make her grind harder, faster against the phone and screen cover.

Every movement was a risk, a chance to be caught and exposed for what she really was. But she couldn't stop now, even if she wanted to.

"Yes..."

The word came out of her mouth in a gasp, a half-whispered, half-moaned sound of desperation. She didn't know if she was answering his unspoken question, or her own inner thoughts.

She could feel it building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap. She was so close, just a few more seconds.
Haerin opened her eyes, looking down at the phone in her hand. The screen and case were glistening with fluids, the picture on the screen now completely obscured.

For a moment she just stared, almost in disbelief at what she had just done. But then she heard a sound from outside the door.

It was faint, just a whisper of a sound, but it snapped her back to reality. The guilt immediately washed over her, a cold shower of shame and horror.

What if someone had heard her? What if they knew what she had been doing?

She quickly dropped the phone, her hands shaking. She looked around, as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment.

Her heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. She needed to clean up, to cover her tracks before anyone realized what she had done.

She quickly grabbed a towel, wiping the phone and her hands as best she could. She could hear noises from outside, as if someone was moving around in the hallway.

Fear gripped her again, making her heart beat even faster. She had to clean up and get out of here, before she got caught in flagrante delicto.

She hurried to the sink, quickly running warm water over the towel and scrubbing at her hands, then the phone. She tried to ignore the sounds outside, tried to convince herself that no one was there, no one was coming.

Finally she deemed it clean enough and hung the towel up to dry. She breathed a shaky sigh of relief, but it was only temporary. She still felt exposed, guilty, and horrified at what she had just done.

She pulled the now-damp nightgown back on, wincing a little at the sensation of the wet fabric against her skin. The material was clinging to her, outlining every contour of her body, and she tried to ignore the flutter of self-consciousness she felt.

Once the nightgown was in place, she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't recognize the person looking back at her. She looked... guilty, and a little wild, with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.

The thrill from before was gone, replaced by a cold emptiness and a gnawing sense of shame.

She needed to get out of there, to escape back to the safety of her bedroom and the role she was supposed to play. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, trying to calm her shaking hands and catch her breath.

Then, carefully, she reached out and opened the door. The hallway was dark and silent, with no sign of anyone nearby. She breathed a small sigh of relief and started to tiptoe back to her room.

Every creak of the floorboards under her bare feet seemed like a shout, but she kept going, heart in her throat. Finally, she reached her bedroom door and slipped inside, shutting it silently behind her.

She breathed another sigh of relief as she saw her husband lying asleep in their bed. He was blissfully unaware of what she had done, of the dangerous game she had just played.

She padded quietly over to the bed and slid under the covers, trying not to disturb him. But even as she lay there, her mind was racing, the thrill of what she had done still coursing through her veins.

She tried to sleep, but her eyes kept replaying the scene over and over, the memories both thrilling and shameful. And no matter how hard she tried to banish it, one thought haunted her above all others.

"Yoongi.."