Warnings: Insecure reader (thighs), heavy thigh praise/obsession, soft dom Mingyu vibes, suggestive content, established relationship, lots of skinship & reassurance
Song to set the vibe: Best Part – Daniel Caesar ft. H.E.R.
You stood in front of the full-length mirror in Mingyu’s bedroom, tugging at the hem of your oversized shirt. It barely covered the top of your thighs, and no matter how many times you adjusted it, you still felt… exposed. Too soft. Too thick. Not the long, toned legs you saw on every idol and influencer.
You sighed, turning sideways. Why can’t they just be smaller? The thought was automatic now, a quiet little voice that followed you into every dressing room and every summer outfit.
Strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest. You didn’t even hear him come in.
“Baby,” Mingyu murmured, voice still husky from sleep, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” you lied, trying to pull the shirt down further.
He hummed, unconvinced. His hands slid down to rest on your hips, thumbs gently stroking the skin just under the hem. Then lower. His palms cupped the sides of your thighs like they were made to fit there.
“You’re staring at my favorite part of you again,” he said softly.
Your cheeks burned. “Gyu…”
“No, listen.” He turned you around to face him, tilting your chin up so you had to meet those big, earnest eyes.
“I’ve been obsessed with these thighs since the first time you let me put my head on your lap during movie night. Remember?”
You nodded shyly.
“I kept thinking… how soft. How warm. How perfectly they squish when I grab them.”
His hands demonstrated, squeezing gently, reverently.
“They’re so fucking pretty.”
You tried to look away, but he chased your gaze.
“I know you don’t like them,” he said, quieter now. “I see the way you hide them under long clothes even when it’s hot. But baby… they drive me crazy. In the best way.”
He walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, then gently pushed you down so you were sitting. Mingyu dropped to his knees in front of you like it was the most natural thing in the world.
His large hands parted your thighs just enough for him to settle between them, cheek resting against one like it was a pillow.
“See?” he whispered, turning his head to press a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Perfect.”
Your breath hitched.
His lips were so warm, so deliberate. He kissed again, a little higher, then sucked lightly, just enough to make your fingers thread through his hair.
“Mingyu—”
“Hm?” He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dark but so full of love it made your chest ache.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
You didn’t.
He took his time, mapping every inch like he was memorizing you. Kissing the stretch marks you hated, tracing the softness with his tongue, squeezing the plush flesh between his fingers while groaning like it was him getting spoiled.
“Love how they shake when I do this,” he murmured, giving a playful jiggle before kissing the spot again. “Love how they wrap around me so tight when you’re riding my face.
Love how they look with my hands all over them. They’re mine, yeah?”
You nodded, voice small. “Yours.”
“That’s right.” He nipped gently, then soothed it with his tongue. “Don’t ever hide them from me. I want to see them in my shirts. In your little shorts. In nothing. All the time.”
He climbed up onto the bed, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. His hands immediately returned to your thighs, spreading them wider over him, thumbs rubbing circles into the soft skin.
“You’re so beautiful it hurts sometimes,” he said, almost to himself. “And these thighs? They’re my weakness. My safe place. My favorite thing to hold onto when the world feels too loud.”
You leaned down to kiss him, slow and deep, and he sighed into your mouth like he’d been waiting for it all morning. When you pulled back, his hands were still kneading your thighs possessively.
“Gonna make you love them as much as I do,” he promised, voice low. “One kiss at a time if I have to.”
You laughed softly, burying your face in his neck. He smelled like home warm skin, faint cologne, and safety.
And for the first time in a long time, when his hands stayed glued to your thighs, stroking and holding like he couldn’t bear to let go… you didn’t want to pull away.
End.
Hope this hits the spot, anon 💕 Mingyu would so be the type to turn your insecurities into his favorite obsession.
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