Crabstickz Imagines

Punk AU

A/N: I know it's a bit ooc but that's the point of an AU. Chris really was never into punk stuff like the rest of the F4S so this was a little difficult.

The Punk Garden was hopping tonight. Music pulsed through the small club. I was already sweating under my leather jacket, but I didn't want to take it off since my keys and wallet were shoved in my pockets, I hated carrying a purse. When I was unencumbered, I was able to dance freely.

I noticed a boy staring at me across the room. I could hardly make out his face, so I continued dancing. As I danced someone knocked into me. I was pretty sure it was the boy who was just looking at me.

"Watch it," I shouted over the screamo music.

"Sorry, love," the boy gave me a wide, Cheshire grin, and began moving on. I was stunned, I knew that face.

He had already walked away, but I ran after him, grabbing his jacket. I spun him around and looked at him again.

"Alright there, there's enough Chris to go around," he joked, sharp incisors gleaming under the lights.

"You're Chris Kendall," I breathed.

"Ding, ding, ding," Chris leaned lazily against the bar. "We have a winner, and her name is," Chris made a microphone with his hand, and moved it under my lips.

"Uh, y/n," I answered.

"Nice name," Chris ordered a drink with a swish of his hand, he must be a regular here.

"You're the lead singer of Lilac Knives," I was still in awe.

"Another point," Chris nodded and took the shot supplied to him by the bartender.

Lilac Knives was my favorite undiscovered band. They were local but mysterious and secretive. They were gaining traction slowly. I'd found ten tumblrs dedicated to them the other day. I adored their music. The lyrics were so intricate, weaving mind pictures like no other artist I had ever listened to. Their melodies were absolutely addictive. It also didn't hurt that their lead singer, Chris Kendall, was fucking gorgeous.

His hair was light brown, with streaks of maroon. He had a bridge piercing, septum piercing, a line of studs running up his ear, and a ring in his eyebrow. As he talked I had caught a glance at his infamous tongue ball, the one that fangirls wrote paragraphs about in smuts. I had to admit, seeing it made me think a few unclean thoughts. 

His body was lanky, thin, and long. Tonight he wore a Nirvana shirt with the sleeves ripped off at different lengths and a very ripped pair of black skinny jeans. Around his neck was a tight leather choker. Everything about him turned me on at that moment.

"Why are you here, is the rest of the band here?" I asked.

"We're doing a surprise performance, don't let the cat out of the bag," he said, giving me finger guns and turning to walk away again.

"Wait!" I grabbed his ripped shirt. He had only turned halfway when I blurted out what I wanted to say.

"Can I make out with you backstage?" I asked. He looked a bit stunned, hazel eyes wide. He began to laugh.

"Come again?" He asked though he'd obviously heard me.

"I have this thing called a band bucket list. It's a list of band members I would want to at least kiss before I die," I tried to explain.

"At least kiss?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I would just feel a bit pervy if I said to sleep with," I shrugged.

"But you, you're at the top of my list," I admitted.

"Reeeeally," he said, a light of interest blinking on in his eyes. He looked like a cat ready to pounce on something it'd seen moving, and it was making my knees weak.

"Can't let down a fan," his voice was deep and gravelly. A grin spread over my face. Chris grabbed my hand and lead me to the backstage area. The club was small, so the area was basically just a lounge. No trailers or much privacy, but oh well.

"So shall we-" I cut Chris off by slamming him against the wall.

"Woah there dirty girl," he gasped as I pressed my body against his and kissed his lips.

I sucked on his tongue as his large hands traveled my body. I could already feel myself heating up, skin tingling wherever Chris touched. I swirled my tongue around his tongue piercing.

Chris detached his lips from mine and began kissing my neck. His breath was warm as he left marks down my throat. I would show off these hickeys like trophies later.

He was biting hard, but I didn't mind, the pain made it all the more delicious. Chris was bold, his hands traveled down to my crotch. He rubbed me through my dress, the friction making my breath hitch. My hands moved up, knotting in his hair.

I attached my lips to his throat, sucking on his pulse. My hands pulled on his straight hair, so his head would tip back, making his throat more accessible. His hands were back on my waist, clutching my curves. I took this opportunity to grind into him to the tune of the band's music that was playing. Chris let out a throaty moan and I smirked with pleasure. He was so cocky, so pompous, but I had him moaning with my body.

Chris's hand went under my dress into my panties. His long fingers caressed my heat.

"Ho ho ho," Chris let a puff a breath out in intervals, mouth twisting into a pompous smirk.

"So wet love, so soon?" He asked, biting his lips, pupils engorging with lust.

"I-," I couldn't finish the sentence because his fingers were teasing me.

"Isn't there anywhere more private we can take this?" I begged the whine in my voice breathy, and needy.

"I suppose we could-" Chris was broke off by a blaring noise. The noise was his name being shouted over and over.

"Chris, it's time to go on," Chris's bandmate called, completely ignoring the fact that his hand was up my skirt.

"Sorry love," Chris kissed my forehead and went to wash his hands.

"What the Hell," I snapped.

"Maybe later, duty calls," Chris grinned, grabbing his personalized mic and flipping it carelessly.

I made it back out into the crowd as the first song began. I may have been enjoying Chris's body, but I also enjoyed his music and I wasn't about to miss a concert by Lilac Knives.

Chris was dancing about, girls screaming his name as he sang cockily into the mic. He bit his lip and the girl next to me started hyperventilating. He saw me as he sang the third line of the song and he winked. I felt my heart hammer happily in my chest. I wasn't going to let him get away.