Wild thoughts | Stray Kids Imagines

Names | Lee Felix 🌶️

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The club is alive tonight, the bass vibrating through your entire body as you lose yourself in the crowd. It's one of those nights where everything feels electric—where you're here not just to dance, but to feel alive, to forget everything outside these walls. The strobe lights flash across the room, illuminating the sea of people moving in sync with the music.

You're on your second drink when you see him. He's at the bar, talking with someone, but his eyes keep flickering over to the dance floor. There's something about him that draws you in—maybe it's the way he seems both confident and relaxed, or maybe it's the way his lips curl into a slight smirk when he catches you staring.

You don't shy away. Instead, you hold his gaze, silently daring him to make a move. He hesitates for a fraction of a second, then excuses himself from the person he's with and starts making his way through the crowd toward you. Your pulse quickens with anticipation.

When he finally reaches you, you're ready. There's no need for small talk, no awkward introductions. You both know why you're here, what this is. His hand brushes yours, and the spark is immediate, undeniable.

"Dance with me," he murmurs, his voice low and rough in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod, letting him take your hand as he pulls you deeper into the mass of bodies. The music is loud, the beat pulsing through the floor, but all you can focus on is him—the warmth of his hand on your waist, the way his body moves with yours as if you've been doing this for years.

You lose track of time, caught up in the rhythm of the music and the heat of his body against yours. His hands slide down your hips, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you. Your breath hitches as his lips brush against your neck, just a whisper of a touch, but enough to set your skin on fire.

Before you know it, you're kissing. It's fierce, urgent, like you've both been waiting for this all night. His lips are soft but demanding, his hands tightening on your waist as he pulls you even closer. You respond with equal intensity, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss.

The world around you fades away, the music, the lights, the people—it all disappears as you lose yourself in him. His lips move against yours in a way that makes you forget everything but the feel of him, the taste of him. It's intoxicating.

Somewhere in the haze of it all, you manage to pull back just enough to catch your breath. Your foreheads are pressed together, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. His eyes are half-lidded, dark with desire, and you can't help but wonder if this is as intense for him as it is for you.

You're about to kiss him again when a thought breaks through the fog in your mind. You don't even know his name. The realization makes you smile, and you chuckle softly against his lips.

"What's so funny?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends a thrill through you.

You shake your head slightly, brushing your lips against his as you whisper, "We don't even know each other's names."

He laughs too, the sound warm and genuine, and it makes you like him even more. "You're right," he says, his breath hot against your lips. "Let's fix that."

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression turning more serious, more intense. "I'm Felix," he says, his voice soft but clear, the name rolling off his tongue like a promise.

"Y/N," you reply, your name barely more than a breath as you say it, like it's a secret only meant for him.

"Y/N," he repeats, almost reverently, as if he's trying to commit it to memory. His eyes search yours for a moment, and you can see the shift in him, something deeper, more real, settling between you. It's more than just a name exchange—it's a connection.

The next kiss is slower, more deliberate. Now that you have names, it feels like there's something more at stake, something that's starting to mean something. His hands cup your face, holding you gently as his lips move against yours with a softness that contrasts with the urgency from before.

When you finally pull apart, you're both breathing heavily, but there's no rush to let go. He rests his forehead against yours again, his hands still cradling your face, and for a moment, you just stay like that, savoring the closeness, the intimacy of it all.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Felix asks, his voice husky with desire.

You nod, your heart pounding at the thought of what comes next. "Yeah," you breathe, "let's go."

Minutes later, you're in a cab, his hand resting on your thigh, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your skin as you head toward his place. The air between you is thick with anticipation, the silence filled with all the things you haven't said yet but don't need to.

When you arrive, Felix pays the driver, and then you're both stumbling out of the cab, barely able to keep your hands off each other. He leads you up to his apartment, fumbling with the keys as you press against him, your lips finding his neck, his jaw, anywhere you can reach.

The door finally swings open, and you're inside, the door slamming shut behind you. You barely make it to the bedroom before you're pulling at each other's clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin. It's a whirlwind, but it feels right—like this is exactly where you're supposed to be.

When you finally hit the bed, it's a tangle of limbs and heat. The chemistry between you is undeniable, and you lose yourself in the way he touches you, the way he says your name like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.

It's only when you're lying beside him afterward, your body spent and your mind still reeling, that you realize how much this night has changed things. You went out looking for a good time, something fleeting and fun, but now that you know his name, now that you've felt what it's like to be with him, you can't shake the feeling that you want more.

Felix seems to sense it too. He turns to you, his expression softer, more open than before. "That was...something," he says, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah," you agree, still catching your breath. "It was."

There's a beat of silence, comfortable and easy, before he speaks again. "You're not just gonna disappear on me, are you?"

His question catches you off guard, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he's hoping you'll say no. And you realize, in that moment, that you don't want to disappear either.

You smile, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "No," you say softly, "I'm not going anywhere."

Felix's smile widens, and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you settle against his chest. "Good," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Because I think I'd like to get to know you, Y/N."

You close your eyes, letting yourself relax into his warmth. "I'd like that too, Felix."

And as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you can't help but feel that this is just the beginning of something that's going to be much more than either of you expected.