#mx imagines

"You okay?" he murmurs, leaning close under the pretense of reaching for his drink. His breath ghosts across your ear, and you suppress a shiver.

"Perfect," you reply sweetly, turning to meet his gaze with innocent eyes that don't match the way you shift your weight, pressing your thigh more firmly against his palm.

His eyes darken for just a moment. A flash of warning that sends heat pooling low in your belly, before he's turning back to the conversation like nothing happened.

This has been going on for hours.

It started in the kitchen when you arrived, Kihyun's hand on the small of your back as you greeted Minhyuk. Normal enough, except his fingers had slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, calloused fingertips dragging against bare skin in a way that made your breath catch. When you'd glanced back at him, he was smiling at something Minhyuk said, perfectly composed, like he wasn't making your pulse race.

Two could play that game.

You'd brushed past him to grab drinks, letting your ass graze against his crotch. The contact brief, plausibly accidental. The sharp intake of breath you'd heard behind you was deeply satisfying.

Throughout the afternoon, it escalated. His hand on your knee during a movie, sliding higher until you had to press your thighs together. Your fingers trailing down his arm when you leaned over to grab snacks, nails dragging just enough to make him tense. His lips at your ear during a loud burst of laughter from the group.

“You're being a brat today." He murmured.

Your bit your lip and looked up at him through your lashes. "I don't know what you mean."

The muscle in his jaw had ticked, and fuck, you loved getting under his skin.

Now, as the conversation flows around you, Kihyun's hand moves again. This time, his fingers trace the inseam of your jeans, a feather-light touch that makes you acutely aware of the ache building between your legs. You've been wet for the past hour, and from the knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, he knows it.

You lean into him, lips brushing his ear as you pretend to whisper something casual. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"Me?" His voice is low, amused. "Baby, you've been teasing me all fucking day."

The profanity, quiet as it is, sends a thrill through you. Kihyun's always composed in public, always the gentleman. But you can feel the tension radiating off him, the barely restrained control.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say, pulling back with a innocent smile.

His eyes flash. The hand on your thigh tightens, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp softly. "Careful," he warns, voice barely audible. "Keep pushing me and see what happens."

Your heart hammers in your chest. You've never done this before. Never pushed each other like this outside the privacy of your bedroom. The thrill of it, the risk of your friends noticing is making everything feel electric.

Shownu suggests ordering food, and everyone starts debating options. You shift to stand, intending to grab your phone from your bag, but Kihyun's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist.

"Stay," he says, and there's an edge to his voice that makes heat flood through you.

You sit back down, and this time when his hand returns to your thigh, it's higher, bolder. His pinky finger brushes against the seam of your jeans right over your pussy, and you have to bite back a whimper.

"Kihyun," you breathe, a warning and a plea all at once.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks, voice perfectly casual even as his finger presses more firmly, rubbing in a slow circle that makes your thighs clench. "You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

You're going to kill him. Or fuck him. Maybe both.

"I'm fine," you manage, but your voice comes out breathy.

Minhyuk glances over. "You sure? You do look a little warm."

"Just a bit hot," you say quickly. "Maybe I need some air."

"There's a bathroom down the hall if you need to splash some water on your face," Minhyuk offers helpfully.

Kihyun's finger presses harder, and you nearly choke. "That's a good idea," he says smoothly. "I'll show you where it is."

Your eyes snap to his. The heat in his gaze is unmistakable now, dark and hungry and barely controlled. This is it. This is the moment you've been building toward all day, all the teasing and touching and whispered words culminating in this single look that says he's done waiting.

Your pulse pounds in your ears as you nod, not trusting your voice.

"We'll be right back," Kihyun says to the group, standing and pulling you up with him.

No one seems to notice anything off as you follow him out of the living room. But the moment you're in the hallway, away from prying eyes, his hand finds yours, gripping tight as he pulls you past the bathroom, past the first bedroom, to a guest room at the end of the hall.

"Kihyun, we can't—" you start, but he's already opening the door, pulling you inside, closing and locking it behind you.

"Can't what?" he asks, and his voice is rough now, all pretense of control gone. "Can't fuck you? Because I've been hard for the past two hours watching you tease me, feeling you press against me, and I'm done pretending I can wait until we get home."

Your back hits the wall as he crowds into your space, one hand bracing beside your head while the other grips your hip. "This is Minhyuk's house," you protest weakly, even as your hands find his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palms.

"I don't care," he growls, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding.

You moan into the kiss, all thoughts of protest evaporating as his tongue slides against yours. This is different from your usual foreplay makeouts. There’s a desperation here, a raw need that has him kissing you like he's starving for it. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is.

"Feel that?" he rasps against your lips. "That's what you've been doing to me all day, you little brat."

"Good," you breathe, and you can feel him smile against your mouth before he's kissing you again, harder this time.

His hands are everywhere. Sliding under your shirt, palming your breasts through your bra, squeezing your ass. You're just as desperate, tugging at his shirt, wanting to feel skin. This is new territory for both of you, this frantic need to have each other right now and it's intoxicating.

"Turn around," Kihyun commands, pulling back just enough to spin you toward the dresser against the wall.

You catch sight of yourself in the mirror above it. Flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, eyes dark with want. Then Kihyun is behind you, his body pressing you forward until your palms hit the dresser top.

"Look at yourself," he says, his hands sliding around to work at the button of your jeans. "Look at how fucking desperate you are for me."

You watch in the mirror as he pops the button, drags down the zipper. Your breathing is ragged, chest heaving as he hooks his fingers in the waistband and yanks your jeans and panties down in one swift motion.

"Kihyun," you gasp as cool air hits your overheated skin.

"Shh," he soothes, but there's nothing gentle about the way he kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs. "You wanted this. You've been begging for it all day with every look, every touch."

His hand slides between your thighs from behind, fingers dragging through your wetness, and he groans. "Fuck, you're soaked. How long have you been this wet for me, baby?"

"Hours," you admit, watching his reflection as he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you.

"Dirty girl," he murmurs appreciatively. "Getting this wet in a room full of our friends."

You hear the clink of his belt, the drag of his zipper, and your pussy clenches in anticipation. This is really happening. You're really going to fuck in Minhyuk's guest room while everyone is just down the hall.

"Eyes on the mirror," Kihyun orders, and you obey, watching as he fists his cock, stroking himself a few times. He's thick and hard, and you can see the tension in his jaw, the barely restrained control. "I want you to watch yourself get fucked. Want you to see what you look like when I make you take my cock."

"Please," you whimper, pushing your hips back.

"Please what?" He drags the head of his cock through your folds, teasing, and you could scream with frustration.

"Please fuck me," you beg, past the point of pride. "I need it, please, Kihyun—"

He slams into you in one brutal thrust, and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. He's so deep like this, the angle making you feel every inch as he bottoms out.

"Fuck," he hisses, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "So fucking tight."

He doesn't give you time to adjust, doesn't ease you into it. He pulls back and drives in again, setting a punishing pace that has the dresser bumping against the wall with each thrust. You brace yourself against it, watching in the mirror as he fucks you, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure.

"Look at you," he groans, one hand sliding up your spine to fist in your hair, pulling your head back so you have no choice but to watch. "Look at how well you take my cock. Such a good little slut for me."

The degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him, and he curses, hips snapping harder. "You like that? Like watching yourself get fucked?"

"Yes," you gasp, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "God, yes."

"This what you wanted?" he pants, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. "Wanted me to bend you over and fuck you where anyone could hear? Where our friends are right down the hall?"

The reminder sends a thrill of fear and excitement through you. You can hear the faint sound of laughter from the living room, and it makes everything more intense, more forbidden.

"Answer me," Kihyun demands, releasing your hair to wrap his hand around your throat instead, not squeezing, just holding.

"Yes," you moan, watching his hand on your throat, watching the way your body rocks with each thrust. "Wanted you to fuck me, wanted to feel you—oh god—"

He hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and you nearly sob with pleasure. You press your lips together tightly, trying to silence yourself. Your legs are shaking, barely holding you up as he pounds into you relentlessly.

"That's it," he encourages, his other hand sliding around to find your clit. "Gonna make you cum on my cock. Gonna make you cum so hard you forget where we are."

His fingers circle your clit in tight, perfect circles, and you're already so close, wound so tight from hours of teasing that it won't take much.

"Kihyun, I'm—I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," he growls, and his hand leaves your clit, making you whimper in protest. "You don't come until I say so. You've been a brat all day, and brats don't get to come when they want."

"Please," you beg, clenching around him, trying to find friction.

"Please what?" He slows his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow. "Use your words, baby."

"Please let me cum," you gasp, watching yourself in the mirror. "Please, I need it, I need you, please—"

"Fuck," he mutters, and his control snaps. He fucks into you harder, faster, his fingers finding your clit again and rubbing in quick, firm circles. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock right fucking now."

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, pleasure crashing through you so intensely that your knees buckle. Kihyun holds you up, one arm banding around your waist as he fucks you through it, his fingers still working your clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you're shaking and oversensitive.

"Good girl," he praises roughly. "Such a good fucking girl, coming for me like that."

You're still trembling when he pulls you up, your back against his chest, his arm tight around your waist. His other hand finds your jaw, turning your head so he can kiss you, messy and desperate, as he continues to thrust up into you.

"Gonna fill you up," he pants against your lips. "Gonna cum inside this tight little pussy and then you're gonna go back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs."

The filthy words make you clench around him, and he groans, his rhythm faltering. You can feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside you, his breathing ragged.

"Want it," you gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Want you to cum inside me, want to feel it—"

"Fuck, baby—" His hand tightens on your hip, and he buries himself deep, grinding into you as he comes with a choked groan. You feel the hot pulse of his release, filling you, and it triggers another small orgasm that has you gasping his name.

He holds you there, both of you panting and trembling, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he catches his breath. Slowly, carefully, he pulls out, and you can feel his cum starting to leak out of you.

"Holy shit," you breathe, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

He laughs, a breathless, satisfied sound, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah. Holy shit."

Reality started to creep back in. you're in Minhyuk's guest room, your friends are down the hall, and you just had the most intense sex of your life.

"We should..." you start, but you're not sure how to finish that sentence.

"Get cleaned up and get back before they notice we've been gone too long," Kihyun finishes, already reaching for the tissues on the dresser.

He helps you clean up, gentle now in a way that makes your heart squeeze. This is what you love about him. The way he can be rough and demanding, making your core flood. Then tender and caring the next, making your heart ache.

Once you're both presentable again, jeans buttoned and hair smoothed, he cups your face and kisses you softly. "You okay?" he asks, searching your eyes.

"More than okay," you assure him, smiling. "That was..."

"Incredible," he agrees. "Terrifying and incredible."

"Think anyone noticed?"

He glances at his phone, checking the time. "We've been gone maybe ten minutes. We're probably fine."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your still-racing heart. "Okay. Let's go back."

He unlocks the door, checking the hallway before pulling you out. You make it halfway back to the living room before Minhyuk appears, carrying empty bottles toward the kitchen.

"There you are!" he says cheerfully. "Feeling better?"

"Much better," you manage, hoping your face isn't as flushed as it feels. "Just needed a minute."

"Cool. Food's here, by the way."

As he passes, Kihyun's hand finds yours, squeezing gently. You squeeze back, a secret smile playing at your lips.

When you and Changkyun get a couple tattoo, he will love to touch it and take cute pictures of the two of you together. He will even set your couple photos as his lockscreen, and he will smile widely every time he opens his phone. He will be so proud of your couple tattoo, and he will love to show it off to everyone. He will tell everyone how much he loves you, and he will always be grateful for the special bond that you share. Your couple tattoo will be a constant reminder of your love for each other, and it will bring you closer together. It will be a symbol of your commitment to each other, and it will be a source of happiness for both of you.

He will set his photos as your lockscreen without you knowing it. and once you open your phone and you will see his face smiling back at you. You will be surprised and touched by his gesture, and you will know that he loves you very much. He will do this because he wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up and the last thing you see before you go to sleep. He wants you to think of him every time you use your phone. When you see his face on your lockscreen, you will feel loved and appreciated. You will know that he is thinking of you, and you will feel closer to him.

He loves to send you cute texts, asking you about your day and telling you how much he misses you. He will often start his texts with "How was your day, baby?" or "I miss you so much." He will also tell you to take care of yourself and to eat and rest. He knows that you are busy, but he wants to make sure that you are taking care of yourself. He wants you to be happy and healthy, and he will always be there for you. His texts are always full of love and affection. He will often use pet names like "baby" or "honey" to show how much he cares about you. He will also send you pictures or videos of himself to make you smile.

He will prepare a date with you, making sure that he doesn't mess up. Even though you've been together for more than a year, he will still be nervous. He will want to make this date perfect for you, and he will want to show you how much he loves you. He will start by planning the perfect location. He will want to take you somewhere that is special to both of you, or somewhere that he knows you will love. He will also plan the perfect activities, making sure that you will have a fun and memorable time. On the day of the date, he will be so nervous that he might even be shaking. But he will take a deep breath and remind himself that he loves you and that you will love the date. During the date, he will tell you how much he loves you and how lucky he feels to be with you. He will also let you hear a song that he created for you. The song will be a beautiful expression of his love, and it will make you feel so special. By the end of the date, you will know how deep his feelings are for you. You will also know that he is the one for you.

He will give you sudden hugs everywhere when he feels like he wants to. This man will be so soft only for you. Sometimes, he will hug you from behind when you are cooking in the kitchen. Other times, he will hug you from the front when you are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He might even hug you from the side when you are walking down the street. No matter where he hugs you, you will feel his love and affection. He will hold you tightly and squeeze you gently. He will whisper sweet nothings in your ear and tell you how much he loves you. You will melt in his arms every time he hugs you. You will feel so safe and secure, and you will know that you are loved. Changkyun is a soft-hearted man, but he is only soft for you. He is strong and protective with everyone else, but he is gentle and loving with you. He knows that you are his soft spot, and he cherishes you more than anything in the world. If you are lucky enough to have Changkyun in your life, cherish him. He is a rare gem, and he will love you unconditionally.

Every time he sees you, he greets you with his lovely smile and says, "Miss me?" He knows that his smile makes you blush, and he loves to see your face turn red as a tomato. Changkyun's smile is one of the things that you love most about him. It's so genuine and heartwarming, and it always makes you feel happy. He is a truly kind and loving person, and you are so lucky to have him in your life.

Despite the shitshow that happened last night, you make it to work on time and properly dressed. You make your way straight to your boss's office to ask for your tasks for the day. Unable to keep your normally cheery persona, he notices and asks whether you're alright.

Releasing a deep sigh, you confess, "Last night wasn't fun. I'm sorry for letting it affect my attitude at work, sir."

"Do not apologize. Life happens. If you don't mind me asking, what happened last night?"

Shocked that he's taking an interest in your personal life, you quickly explain that your now ex-boyfriend blew up at you and left you crying on the side of the road. You can see his agitation through his white knuckles and clearly visible neck veins, so you try not to mention that the man you're talking about is a coworker, but it seems he already knows.

"And he has the gall to prance in here happily like nothing happened? How dare he treat you this way."

Something about the care in his words makes you release the tears you've been fighting all morning. He nonchalantly passes you the tissue box and waits silently for you to finish crying before speaking again.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry. Although I never want your tears to fall from heartbreak like this, I find it fascinating that you remain gorgeous despite being in such a vulnerable state."

Dissecting his words, you begin to wonder whether Shownu has thought of you outside of the innocent idea of coworkers. Your mind connects so many dots that may or may not actually mean anything - the proximity of your ex's desk to Shownu's office, your promotion from intern directly to his personal secretary, the number of tasks he gives that keeps you in his sight.

Without thinking, you blurt out, "Sir, do you like me?"

Caught off guard, he stands up and begins pacing the room. Looking out the window and seeing your ex-boyfriend sitting there, however, gives him the resolve to answer.

"Yes. I have for a while. Sometimes, I want you so bad it hurts. There are times where I've had to leave because my thoughts for you grew inappropriate for work." Without removing his glare from the man on the opposite side of the glass, he admits to everything.

Your curiosity getting the better of you, you question, "Like what?"

He turns around to look you directly in the eye as he answers, "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it. I want to show that idiot out there what he lost."

Looking out at the crew, you find most of the cubicles empty, with everyone out for morning meetings except for your ex. Eager to repay the pain he gave you, you smirk and ask whether your boss is telling the truth. After confirming with him, you take a step forward, take his hand in yours, and tell him to prove it quickly, before the meetings end. Without hesitation, he pulls your face to his and relishes in the taste of your lips. Turning you both around so your back hits the glass, he devours you, victoriously giving you an exhilarating session of rough, almost fully-clothed sex, right behind your oblivious ex-boyfriend, making it all the better for the both of you.

As his thick dick makes you cum, you fail to hold back your moans. With a smirk, Shownu looks at your ex and finds him wide-eyed at the situation, so he keeps eye contact as he pounds into you until he finishes.

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Wonho : the buff bunny

throws you his signature smile and two thumbs up (like a bi icon) when you compliment the aroma of his coffee (might spill the secret ingredient if you throw him heart eyes since he blushes at the most minor attention)

moves around a lot, accidentally knocking over cups and spilling milk all over himself (he underestimates the space his body takes up), but he just laughs it off and moves on like nothing happened

a lot of tourists come to his shop since they are curious to see if he is really the buff coffee guy people rumour him to be

when they find an adorable man-child in its stead, they fall in love even quicker

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Minhyuk : the funny friend

always smells of coffee even when you see him at your local market

takes and delivers the orders himself because he enjoys the customer bond, will strike a conversation with you and ask you how your job interview went and how you are feeling today

puts little flowers on top of the cream to bring colour and life to your morning

gives each coffee a name like the “Anthony” because he thinks it’s funny and will laugh at himself every time he has to say “Sorry, but Kevin is sold out today”

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Kihyun : the self-made waiter

looks great in an apron (and he knows it)

more on the quiet side, doesn’t talk a bunch to the customers, but he decorates the coffee with cream to show he cares

goes up to the customers to ask if everything is according to their wish (lives by the motto “customer is king”)

collector of awards, hangs them all up on the walls as decoration and inspiration

is very proud of the fact that he built his business from the ground up, with little to no help, and ended up having one of the highest ratings on google

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Hyungwon : the coffee addict

i'm sorry i just had to, the gif is perfect for this imagine

drinks most of the coffee he makes (is 50% of his own income)

seems like he is daydreaming but is actually listening to your order intently, writing everything down on a piece of paper to not forget it

doesn’t move a tone, gets a waiter to serve you your order, while he works down his list of orders behind the counter

is very efficient and gets the most work in the least time done

his store is decorated very simply but cheek (dark green walls with golden highlights and lamps)

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Jooheon : the forgetful empath

he's so cute *sob*

messes up orders in the beginning until he gets a digital system that helps him take down all the orders

makes up for it with heartfelt apologies and pastries that look like animals

has a special menu for each mood (“happy days”, “sad hours”, etc.) and will write little motivating notes on the napkins for those who seem to have an especially bad day

gets sad when his regulars don’t show up on time and starts to worry if he did something wrong (they just ended up being sick, returning the next week)

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Changkyun : the dramatic heartthrob

very shy, starts blushing when a bunch of girls giggle over his cute shop design, whispering about how hot he is

doesn’t quite know where to put his hands when he’s not pressing buttons on the coffee machines and hides them in his apron (playing with his fingers when he’s bored)

sticks his tongue out while he decorates pastries (it’s a sign of his concentration)

likes to experiment with food colouring (has a thing for the dramatic) dyeing the chocolate red so it looks like your croissant is bleeding when you bite into it

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