Summary: You become aquatinted with a random stranger within a music store, without knowing exactly who he is.
Warnings: Fluff
Word count: 2,317
Your fingers carefully brushed against the plastic cases of the CDs in front of you whilst the sound of a random Korn song echoed throughout your headphones. You had just arrived within the small music store about twenty minutes prior, skimming through both the records and cassettes before ultimately locating yourself in front of the CD selection, yearning to add to your increasing collection.
When you had originally entered the small building, there were only two other costumers present, along with a singular employee located behind the counter. The clerk appeared rather detached from the world around him whilst he flipped through the pages of a magazine, listening to music through his own pair of headphones. However, due to your placement before the CDs, your back was currently positioned towards the entrance, causing any individual either exiting or entering the store to become completely undetected by you.
You were currently searching through the stores available selection of Limp Bizkit CDs, looking for an album you had yet to acquire, when the presence of another individual suddenly entered your surroundings. Without desiring to successfully create eye contact between you and the person currently located a few feet beside you, you carefully observed the figure through the corner of your vision.
The mysterious person was a tall male, his head almost stretching past your view as he stood beside you. The stranger was currently searching through the available selection of a few different bands, yet you couldn't exactly discover what specific genre he was actively searching through. His fingers skimmed over a few CDs, repeatedly flipping through the collection before him, either looking for a specific album or just browsing. However, the lettering printed upon the case of each CD was much too far away and small for you to properly decipher.
His hair was dark as it collected within a curly mass upon his head, appearing to be colored an inky hue as it remained rather frizzy and wild upon his skull. The stranger also possessed a rather memorable goatee along with a thick mustache for facial hair, which were also both raven black and curly. Although your vision was somewhat struggling with the task of scrutinizing the individual through the corner of your eyes, you were also able to detect his rather sharp and pointy nose, a flawless feature that possessed a perfectly straight slope.
From his rather admirable clothing style, to his thin and attractive build, along with the reality that he was currently searching through presumably the same genre of music you had been, you couldn't deny the fact that the stranger was extremely handsome and captivating. He was the type of male you often found yourself attracted to, and this reality caused your mind to overflow with rather flustering and anxious thoughts. Whilst you were located so near to the mysterious individual, you had to battle against the overwhelming urge to erupt with a squeal of girlish glee.
It was odd having another person stand so close to you within the small music store; most of the individuals who entered the business were often shy and introverted, pretending to search through other available CDs whilst they patiently waited for you to move out of their desired location. However, this stranger appeared completely unfazed and rather self assured whilst he stood only a foot or two beside you. His close proximity caused a flustered crimson blush to subtly glaze your features.
When your vision promptly traveled back towards the available CDs located beneath your grasp, a unique sound suddenly entered your ears. The noise was muffled as a result of the music currently blasting within your ears. It was obvious the rather peculiar sound had erupted from somewhere within your close proximity, so you swiftly shifted your headphones upon your skull, suddenly deciphering the fact that the unknown noise was the sound of the male next to you attempting to talk.
"Hmm?" You inquired timidly once you slightly turned to successfully face the stranger.
Along with most of the music store's other customers, you were shy and rather meek. You were an introvert yourself, often preferring to remain alone or concealed within the comfortable confines of your home. You enjoyed the reality that you had never been interrupted within the music store, usually remaining completely unbothered whilst you browsed the CD selection and eventually checked out, often never receiving a singular word from another human being, other than the cashier ringing up your desired items.
Therefore, when the stranger beside you had suddenly attempted to gain your attention, you were rather shocked and surprised. You were not used to others randomly talking with you or having mysterious individuals strivings towards getting to know you, so you were rather unfamiliar with the entire situation.
Once your vision had successfully landed upon the male situated beside you, you swiftly discovered that he was already facing you, gazing softly down towards you whilst he waited within anticipation. When you had turned to face the stranger, you were rather surprised to discover that he was already entirely facing you. His subtle smile was rather warm and welcoming whilst his tender and gentle irises stared at you. His rather charming and attractive expression caused a slight tingling sensation to appear within the depths of your stomach as you sheepishly smiled back towards the male.
"Limp Bizkit? Do you like their music?" The male inquired, obviously restating the same question he had previously asked, the muffled noise that had just entered your ears moments prior.
Your vision flicked from the curios male before you down towards the CD currently located within your grasp, a Limp Bizkit album. He was obviously observant and attentive, swiftly deciding upon a conversation topic after analyzing the entire situation. The stranger did not appear anxious or even slightly stressed regarding the task of creating a conversation between a stranger, as if he possessed a large amount of practice within such a category.
The reality that the mysterious male beside you was attempting to further talk to you and inquire about your interest caused the buzzing sensation within your gut to increase whilst your eyes returned to his own. It was rather flattering to have a random stranger so obviously captivated by you. It was not often that you received such questions from an unknown individual. It was very obvious that the male located before you was interested within getting to know you more, something about you had caught his attention within a positive manner, and that completely flustered you.
"Oh, uhm yeah. I like their music, but I like other stuff too." You explained, momentarily becoming awkward whilst you struggled to discover how to further continue the conversation "What about you? Do you like Limp Bizkit?"
The male suddenly flashed a very warm and wide grin within your direction, his eyes squinted shut and his cheeks flushed a jolly red, a smile that caused your stomach to do a flip once more. The stranger appeared to appreciate your inquiry regarding his own personal interest, grateful that you were curious to be informed more about him as well.
"Yes, I like a few of their songs, but Im not a super fan or anything. I like other stuff as well." The male responded casually, subtly smirking whilst he relaxed into a comfortable position leaned against the wooden shelf of CDs currently located beside the two of you.
Suddenly nervous, struggling to discover any way to further the conversation, you smiled awkwardly whilst you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You were obviously much more anxious and nervous compared to the calm and composed stranger before you, your mind overflowed by frantic ideas and desperate notions regarding exactly how to continuously possess the males interest and captivation.
However, the individual before you appeared to perceive your anxiety, along with the fact that you were unsure how to respond, so he completed the task of continuing the conversation. It was rather reassuring to be informed of the reality that the male remained interested within becoming acquainted with you, regardless of the fact that you appeared rather nervous and hesitant before him.
"Whats your name?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in order to further display his genuine curiosity and sincere interest.
You exhaled a relieved sigh, satisfied regarding the fact that he had decided to continue the conversation with another question. You were extremely worried that the male would perceive you as rather odd or weird if you had continued to remain hesitant and shy before him. However, the reality that he had completed the task of asking yet another question relieved you of some pressure.
It was not that you hadn't desired to keep talking with the male, you were just unsure of what else to add. In all honesty, you desired nothing more than to keep chatting with the stranger before you, extremely captivated by both his appearance and charm. You yearned to learn more about him and possibly become acquaintances. Therefore, you desperately desired to continue the conversation, silently loathing your rather socially awkward and timid tendencies.
"My names (Y/N)." You confessed with a bashful smile "What about you?"
The male extended his arm towards you, outstretching a hand, displaying the reality that he was inviting you into a formal and courteous handshake. You politely excepted his offer whilst you grasped onto his palm, firmly shaking whilst you anticipated his response with excitement.
"Serj, my names Serj." He admitted whilst his hand slowly released your own once the physical interaction had finally concluded.
Grateful to have been informed of the males name, you flashed a warm and sincere smile of your own within his direction, attempting to exhibit your genuine appreciation.
You were honestly flattered; it was obvious that the individual before you had desired to learn more about you as well. He was obviously attracted to you within the same manner in which you had been captivated by him. Why else would a random stranger just start to talk to you for no reason?
"Well Serj, it's nice to meet you." You responded politely, anticipating his future statement.
Serj nodded before you, as if he was silently agreeing with your previous claim as he acknowledged the reality that the two of you were slowly becoming introduced with one another. Additionally, the shake of his head further displayed the fact that the male also appreciated the opportunity to become aquatinted with you.
"Its nice to meet you too, (Y/N)." The male momentarily hesitated before eventually continuing "Uhm, I know this is kind of straight forward but, I was wondering if I could get your number? Maybe we can hang out sometime."
As a result of his rather obvious and blunt advances, the rosy hue currently glazing your skin only increased whilst you bashfully giggled. You nodded sheepishly, honestly flattered that a stranger, that you had just met only moments prior, was already asking for your number. It was a rare occurrence for you to be so obviously flirted with and courted by a person you had just met, so you were completely overwhelmed with the sensations of both gratification and appreciation.
You quickly removed a blank sheet of paper, along with a dark pen, from within the depths of your purse. Utilizing the appliances you had just retrieved, you completed the task of jotting down your phone number upon the slip, along with adding your name upon the top of the paper, just incase.
"Alright, Id like that." You confessed with a shy smirk whilst you eventually handed the piece of paper to the male before you.
Serj excepted the offered object with a polite "thank you" along with a subtle nod of his head before he carefully slipped the sheet of paper into the depths of his jean's pocket.
"Look uhm, Ive gotta get going. Im sorry for leaving so suddenly but, Ive got a thing tonight." The reality that the male would soon be disappearing filled you with the slight sensations of both disappointment and sorrow, due to the fact that you had been thoroughly enjoying your shared conversation "But, you should really listen to System Of A Down, their stuffs awesome."
You nodded sheepishly, displaying your silent agreement and acknowledgement of his previous suggestion, all whilst you anxiously fidgeted with the CD currently located within your palm.
"Alright, I will." You declared, earning yet another one of the male's signature warm grins as a result of your agreement.
It was now Serj's turn to nod casually, as if he was silently accepting the entire situation, along with wordlessly pledging to contact you later.
"Okay, cool." The tall man exhaled, as if he was also relieving some of the anxiety and tension he had acquired during the rather intimate and intense interaction "See ya later, (Y/N)."
You responded with a similar farewell whilst Serj headed towards the exit of the store, awkwardly waving towards your direction as you sheepishly blushed within your location. You observed as the male eventually retreated from the store, disappearing out of your sight once he had promptly crossed the street.
You bashfully bit down upon your bottom lip whilst you slowly and rather hesitantly shifted back towards the CDs located before you, as if the entire event had somehow completely messed with your system. You quietly squealed to yourself, yearning to jump and jitter within your position as if you had just met one of your new celebrity crushes, before you promptly began to search for the section in which the System Of A Down albums were located.
The reality that you honestly did just meet a new celebrity crush of yours came crashing down upon you when you discovered your new companions face, the man you had just been introduced to about two or three minutes prior, plastered across each of the album covers.
Serj wrapped his rough tanned arms around your figure, the breathy cadence of him sleeping comforting you. The room is dead silent, almost like time is completely still. The air grazes at your back, the window slightly cracked open. The streetlight's shimmer peaking through the curtains emits an unearthy glow on to Serj's face, highlighting each angle and detail of him perfectly. You look up at him through your heavy eyelids, fighting back the urge to wake him up and smother him with your love for him. The way his eyes are slightly creased, the gentle way his chest rises up and down, the way his body heat presses against you, its perfect; he's perfect. You stir around, His fingers slightly gripping the edge of your hair in his strong hands. He lets out a soft hum, stretching his back underneath you.
"You up, babe?" you mutter, your voice course.
"hmm? oh, i think you woke me up.."
he replies softly, his voice deep and thick with his armenian accent. The way he spoke always made you completely melt, especially when he was tired.
"oh, I'm so sorry, go back to sleep.."
"no, don't worry gorgeous, i'm up now.."
Serj's hands wander down to your waist, placing his grip against you and pulling your body up higher. He begins to pepper soft kisses against your neck, his beard grazing against your sensitive skin. He traces small, intricate patterns on the small of your back, his fingers occasionally wandering to the back of your shorts.
"you wanna go back to sleep, my love?"
He whispers against your neck as he grins slightly.
"No.. is that okay?"
Your heartbeat increases a little, hesitant yet needy for his touch.
He laughs a little before replying,
"Yes, of course, doll...."
He suddenly picks you up and presses you down onto the mattress, causing you to let out a slight gasp. Your man buries his face into the crook of your shoulder, worshipping every single freckle and mole adorned on your body. His hands tease the edge of your tank-top, his touch delicate and deeply loving. Your mind swims with intricate fantasies of what he might do to you, desperately needing each and every one of them. Serj starts to slowly slip off your top, exposing your breasts to the cold air of the room. He guides your arms up, pulling your top up above your head.
"Good girl."
He mumbles underneath his breath, his lips lowering down to your hard nipples. He cups your breast in one of his hands, massaging the other, as you let out a stifled moan. You want to admit how wet you are right now, convinced that you were going to completely soak your panties. He continues to work at you, his tongue flicking up and down and sometimes wandering of to trace your strech marks at the side of your tits. He removes his mouth from your chest, sitting on his knees, between your legs. Serj peels of his shirt before throwing it onto the bedroom floor, his large, slightly muscular, tanned and hairy body exposed to you. He bends down back to your breasts, his frame almost engulfing you.
"You're so perfect, aren't you? My perfect girl..."
He whispers through each kiss he places on you, as you let out soft, breathy moans. Serj slides down to your stomach, clutching the sides of your hips. Your breathing becomes heavier and heavier after each kiss or slight movement from him, your body on fire. His lips part away from you as he looks up. His large brown eyes glare into yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, pressing your head back against the headboard. His head lowers once again, smiling wide, almost like he was excited. He hums softly before peeling off your shorts, aswell as your wet panties. Serj immediately buries his face between your thighs, his tongue slowly entering inside you.
"F-fuck.."
You whine desperately, your hands feverishly gripping the back of the sea of black and white curls that was his hair. He very slowly and deliberately flicks his tongue up and down the inside of your pussy, occasionally pulling out and pressing large, slightly sloppy kisses on your clit. He slides his grip down to your thighs as he pushes them apart slightly. You cant help but admire his muscular back, somehow making you even more horny for him.
"You taste so good, you always do.."
He hungrily slides his tongue up and down your mound, sucking in slightly whenever he reaches your entrance, continuously showering you with compliments. Your body trembles more and more as each second passes as your head crashes back onto your pillow. Your eyes begin to flutter open and closed, loud gasps of air escaping your mouth.
"Babe, are you gonna come?"
Serj begins to quicken the pace of his mouth, his large, pointed nose almost massaging your pussy.
"Mhm.. yeah, p-please.."
"Not yet, pretty girl, just wait, can you do that for me?"
He mutters, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through your body.
You nod hesitantly as you whine through loud moans, your leg twitching erratically. The grips on each of your thighs tighten like large cuffs, tugging you closer to his mouth. You tug the back of his hair slightly, jerking his body back a little. God, you *really* needed to fucking come.
He separates his hand from your thighs, leaving a slightly red mark on your skin and slides two fingers inside of you, slowly pushing it in and out of you deeper and deeper. His fingers were the breaking point for you as you finally come, your juices flowing out of you. You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek. Waves of pleasure and slight embarrassment from being to quick wash over you as you lay your head back down onto the mattress.
"Well done for trying to wait, I'm still really proud of you.."
He sits up, bending down over your body and tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear before pulling you in for a large, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongues lock together, his lips still glistening in the dim light. Your hands shakily reach down to his sweatpants and his boxers, tugging at them eagerly. You feel him smile softly against your lips as he slides both off, picking you up by your waist and slamming you down against his hard cock impatiently. You whine, biting down hard on his neck. You can hear him groan, trying to keep himself together for you. He holds you by your hips, pushing you up and down his length in a steady motion. His dick throbs inside of you, as he lifts one of his hands from your side. He presses his hand against the buldge of his dick on your stomach, making you feel how big he is inside you as he continues to thrust into you, his thumb gently rubbing the top of your clit occasionally.
"Good, good girl... keep going like that, okay?"
Serj groans, his hand that was just on your stomach moving up to your mouth. He uses his thumb to part your lips slightly, running the base of it across. You bite down a little, the rest of his fingers pushing your head back. His grunts and curses under his breath continue to turn you on as you whine. You let him slowly fuck you into another orgasm, each thrust pushing you to your limit. Your tongue swirls around the tip of his thumb, trying to stop yourself from coming too quickly. You can feel the bed creaking underneath both of you as your legs wrap around his waist. He pushes into you a little harder, pressing his forehead onto your bare, heaving chest.
"You like that, huh? You want me to come inside you..?
He asks, his words breathy and warm on your skin.
"Yes, please, ah.. fuck"
You weakly reply as his dick twitches inside of you, your moans coming out weak and whiny. Serj groans loudly and releases his warm seed inside you, fucking you and slamming you down into it. You gasp and come hard, whimpering softly to yourself. He slides his cock out of you, laying you down onto the mattress. He removes his thumb aswell, laying down next to you. Your body calms down a bit more, but you're still a wet whiny mess after what he's done to you. He drapes his arms around you, pulling your into his chest as he kisses the top of your head.
Summary: You swear you're not a groupie, only for Serj Tankian
Warnings: Flashing, swearing, mentions of slight violence, fondling, kissing, and oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 7,686
The sky was dark as the day shifted further into night. The sapphire colored sky littered and speckled with small, gleaming stars, speckling the atmosphere like someone had poked holes into it. Other than the glowing dots cluttering the atmosphere, the sky was completely bare, not a single cloud or ounce of rain within sight.
Before attending the event, you had selected the most flattering outfit you owned. Prior to every concert this specific band preformed, you always made sure to support your most attractive and borderline scandalous clothing items. Almost every inch of your body was exposed, except for the most private areas of course. You had selected the skimpiest bottoms and the tiniest top you possessed before venturing off to the event. If you hadn't been surrounded by the amount of individuals you were currently swarmed within, the evening might had been a lot chillier against your flesh.
You had never been the type to dress in such a provocative manner, your outfits often remained rather concealing and appropriate for every single occasion. Most days, the shirt you selected and the jeans you decided upon left basically everything completely covered.
It wasn't as if you believed that you were the main character of the story, you never expected to be dragged upon the stage or spotted within the crowed. You often considered yourself the type to become a background character, morph into another face within the crowed. You never believed there was anything very special or specifically interesting about yourself. You thought you were rather average looking, not too curvy and not too attractive, nothing compared to the girls displayed within magazines. However, you would never be able to live with yourself if you had missed the opportunity to live out your every fantasy. You always made sure to transform into the most beautiful and confident version of yourself before each and every System Of A Down concert you attended, just incase the night played out within your favor.
You were placed within the front row, right before the stage, just inches away from the beautiful man performing before you. You had always managed to achieve the very best ticket you possibly could, no matter if you had to spend an unimaginable amount of money, or purchase your seat months in advance. You always made sure you were located exactly where you desired.
The loud music was like heaven as it entered your ears, many of your favorite and most treasured songs were performed that night. The force of the mosh pit erupting from behind you was constantly compressing your body against the barrier placed in front of the stage, but you made sure to stand your ground as you became hypnotized by the scene displayed before you.
The way the curly haired male danced and moved completely erased any sensations of pain as your ribs became crushed against the guard rail situated in front of you. His beautiful voice and impressive range caused you to disregard every instance where you would experience an elbow crash into your skull or a fist slam against your side. And the man's charming characteristics made each and every dollar you spent upon the concert completely worth it.
Whilst the beautiful specimen of a man danced and sang before you, a wave of some unknown emotion washed over you, a sensation you had never experienced before in your life. Maybe it was a mixture of confidence and complete exhilaration, or it could have possibly been caused by a blend of both excitement and assurance, but whatever it was practically forced you into executing an action you had only previously day dreamed of doing.
Before you were even able to comprehend what your body was compelling you to do, your compulsions completely took over each and every one of your morals and thoughts as your hands quickly teleported to the hem of your shirt.
Your finger tips rested comfortably beneath the edge of your top, slightly gripping onto the fabric as you awaited the perfect moment to execute your plan. Your eyes remained glued upon the tall man before you, admiring the way his hair bounced and swayed upon his head, the manner in which sweat glistened and sparkled upon his body, and the way his passionate eyes gleamed within the bright stage lights. Your vision stuck to the male until he arrived before you.
He was positioned right within the middle of the stage, located only inches in front of you. He was so close you, swore you could have reached out and touched him if you had truly desired. However, you were aware of the variety of burly guards placed around the venue that would be quick to punish you for your actions if you had done so.
So, you decided upon the next best option.
The world seemed to move within slow motion within that moment, whilst you observed the singers eyes slowly travel down towards the crowd cheering beneath him. Before you could even really contemplate exactly what you were about to do, your hands developed a mind of their own as you lifted your shirt.
Within that instance, it felt as though time had came to a complete halt and the environment around you had fell totally silent. Although you were aware of the fact that not a singular person surrounding you had any idea what was going on, due to how focused upon the music they were and their positions placed behind you, you were simply unconcerned with the idea of anyone else spotting you. You were currently flashing your breasts in front of Serj Tankian, an event you had only dreamed of during rather late and sleepless nights, you didn't care if anyone else saw your actions.
The night air was cold as it danced across your naked breasts, causing your exposed nipples to immediately perk up as a reaction to the chilly wind. As the crowd behind you continuously jumped and danced to the music, your frame was shook back and forth, your stomach repeatedly slamming against the metal guard rail before you. The reality that you were continuously being shaken and pushed around by the individuals placed around you caused your tits to bounce and jiggle upon your chest. Although you had only revealed yourself for a matter of seconds, it had felt like an eternity within your mind.
Furthermore, your actions did not go unnoticed by the famous musician.
Just as his music had placed you within a trance, your beautiful breasts had hypnotized the singer. Sure, he had observed his fair share of tits throughout his life time, and many women had thrown their bras at him or screamed his name in ecstasy during his shows, but something about your display of pure desire was different. Maybe it was the confidence plastered across your face, or your unconcerned attitude. But, whatever it was had caught the attention of the singer.
After about two seconds of revealing yourself to the musician before you, you swiftly yanked your top back down, successfully concealing your breasts once more.
Serj could not contain his excited giggle and impressed chuckles as he allowed a string of momentary laughter to erupt from his mouth. However, his actions were short lived before he quickly shook his head, as if he was removing himself from the current situation, before continuing to do his job and single the selected song.
Although the musician had quickly returned to his task of performing, his reaction of approval and delighted appreciation had not been disregarded by your mind. Although your body was trembling and your face had quickly morphed into a deep shade of crimson, your entire being was overpowered by exhilaration as a result of your risky actions and the singers concurrence.
From that moment on, the concert had morphed into an experience ten times better than you had ever encountered. You screamed for the male without hesitation, professing your love for him as if no one was around to hear, and both the confidence along with courage you had gained from such a perilous act only caused you to dance and jump to the music with much more passion and confidence.
You enjoyed the rest of the concert like you never had previously, as if this was the first show you had ever attended, high off of the exhilaration and excitable sensations you had received as a result of your lewd actions. You jumped to the beat, screamed along with the lyrics, and grinned until your face muscles began to sting. As much as you desired to join the mosh pit, you did not want to endanger the ownership you had enforced upon your favorite location.
You continued to furiously observe the celebrity for the entirety of the show, like he was a mysterious object you had never once laid eyes upon. You admired his sharp yet attractive features, adored his lean build, and favored the way his hands worked upon the microphone located within his palms.
Once the show had come to an end, after you had successfully covered yourself within sweat and officially been elbowed in the neck multiple times, your attention was quickly gained by a new subject.
After the band had concluded their concert with a thank you as they expressed their appreciation, and once they had successfully exited the stage, you were immediately called to by a security guard standing before you.
"Miss." A rather large man exclaimed within your direction, before you could even take one step towards the exit.
The man was tall, wide, and buff, his muscles visibly fighting against the confines of his shirt as he stood before you. His top was completely black, except for the white lettering plastered across his chest that read security.
A sensation of dread immediately overflowed within your gut as you turned to face the intense officer. Your brain seemed to launch a thousand thoughts at you within a second, wondering if you were being stopped for your previous actions. Were they going to inflict some sort of punishment upon you for inappropriately exposing yourself? You were suddenly terrified of getting in trouble and genuinely regretted your previous actions.
"Im sorry, but you must come with me." He explained, his voice monotone and his face expressionless as he extended a hand towards you, offering to help you over the fence located between the two of you.
Of course the circumstance regarded you flashing the singer, what the fuck else could it revolve around. You literally exposed your breasts to a famous musician just trying to perform his job. What the hell had you been thinking?
Suddenly, all of the previous confidence and exhilaration you had acquired completely vanished as you clasped onto the mans hand. Utilizing extreme force, the security guard hauled you over the railing, basically lifting you over the fence with a singular arm before your feet met the ground once more.
Anxiety both quickly and effortlessly took complete authority over both your body and thoughts. Your hands quivered and your breath became unsteady as followed the security guard. Your face was burning hot as you wondered exactly where the man was leading you and what sort of punishment you were sure to face as a result of your actions.
You accompanied the officer into the building located behind the venues stage. He lead you through many different hallways and dimly light corridors in complete silence. His utterly unknown thoughts terrified you during every second of your adventure. Where was he bringing you? Was his mad? Was he upset? Or is this just how security guards were trained to behave?
However, every one of your nervous inquiries would be answered within seconds as the guard suddenly halted before one of the doors placed against the concrete wall. He brought a closed fist up to the secured door before releasing multiple repetitive knocks upon the wood, slamming his knuckles against the door in an attempt to alert whoever was located inside. Your ears perceived a muffled response from within the room before the guard began to unlatch the door before you.
The voice was much too warped and faint for you to decipher the owner behind the resonance. As the man slowly opened the door, you momentarily wondered and feared exactly who would be revealed within the room. You imagined the police already awaiting your arrival, or more security guards about to give you a serious talk regarding your actions, as if you had morphed back into a teenage girl being yelled at by her parents once more.
However, each and everyone of your idea were quickly disproven.
The scene revealed before you was much different than you had anticipated. You were not being lead into some dark and dingy room with a singular chair, a metal table, and a faint light swinging from the ceiling. Instead, your eyes were met with the view of a comfortably decorated and rather expensive dressing room. There was red carpet varnishing the floor, multiple warm lights set up around the room, a crystal clear mirror situated against the wall accompanied by a matching chair, and a suede couch located within the left side of the area.
Furthermore, you had not encountered a tough appearing cop, decorated with many scars and an unsettling eyepatch, like your childish brain had previously imagined.
Instead, your eyes instantly landed upon the silhouette of Serj Tankian situated upon the soft maroon sofa.
Once vision had successfully connected with the display of the beloved musician located before you, you were suddenly overwhelmed by sensations of intimidation and anxiety. The male was comfortable positioned upon the furniture, one leg placed comfortably upon the other, appearing as if he had been awaiting your arrival.
His beauty and charm was striking. His dark eyes were tender and warm, his dark hair perfectly accented his features, and his skin gleamed flawlessly within the yellow lighting. You were frozen within your place, like some sort of obsessed fan, as you observed the handsome man before you.
Once the officer had perceived your cowardly reaction, the large man placed a firm palm upon your lower back before lightly ushering you forwards, attempting to guide your both astonished and completely still figure further into the room. Once your heavy feet had sent you sailing a few paces across the carpet, the security guard stated that he would now leave you the two of you alone. Serj thanked him profusely and the officer had disappeared back down the corridor within seconds, the heavy wooden door slamming closed firmly behind him.
Suddenly, the room was filled with a thick and menacing silence once the two of you were officially solitary. You were unsure the correct manner in which to behave; were you expected to fawn over him, apologize profusely, or simply shut the hell up? You weren't exactly informed. However, the musician thankfully guided the interaction by allowing a slight grin to inch across his lips.
Serj greeted you with a both wide genuine smile, his eyes squinting almost completely and his cheeks appearing jolly, a delightful display you had only ever observed within magazines or upon your television screen. Although he was behaving extremely welcoming and kind, you were still completely frozen within your place.
You were overcome with sensations of embarrassment, anxiety, and pure irrational fear. It felt weird actually having to interact with the man you had lusted after for years and quite literally flashed just moments prior. Your mind had only ever regarded him as some sort of fictional man upon the television screen or an unattainable character exhibited within magazines, like he was some sort of creature from a different universe. It felt odd actually interacting with him alone.
Following a few moments of awkward silence, it was as if your soul had suddenly been forced back into your body as all of your common sense and manners flooded your mind. The memory of the correct way to behave swiftly appeared within your mind as you began to express your regret.
"Im so so sorry, that was really rude and immature of me." You explained, your words escaping you quickly as you stumbled over your sentence.
The musician let you finish, watching you with kind eyes as you blabbered in complete and utter embarrassment. It was as if the singer had been thoroughly trained regarding how to politely and kindly respond to an overwhelmed fan, due to the fact that he did not once interrupt you or flash an expression of disgust or annoyance. Once your wave of explanations and apologizes came to an end, the male finally spoke.
"No, its okay. Really." He responded, his voice soft and his tone calm.
His reply had caught you completely off guard. You had expected the man to jump from his seat and lecture you about the inappropriate gesture of flashing him during his set. To yell at you about how immature and stupid such an action was. However, he remained seated before you, his expression warm and his stance both calm and welcoming.
"Oh." You responded, unsure of how else to react as a sensation of confusion and surprise flowed through your entire blood stream.
You had expected the celebrity to be overcome with anger, to resent you and scream at you. However, he appeared to be executing the exact opposite reaction. He seemed to be almost thanking you? The musician remained peaceful before you, completely unaffected by the entire odd and unusual situation as he continued to smile at you.
"Sit with me." He finally added, patting the open space located to his right.
Genuinely astonished by the current events unfolding, you bashfully agreed. Your response of compliance revealing itself in a much more awkward and nervous manner than you had initially anticipated. The man you had secretly touched yourself to the thought of and repeatedly fantasied about was currently requesting that you accompany him upon the sofa, how were supposed to react calmly?
You sat upon the free cushion of the couch, the suede sofa was comfy and the piece of furniture was extremely soft. The plush fabric caressed your exposed skin and fluffy material attempted to swallow your figure as you sunk into the couch. The object was much more comfortable than the couch you currently owned with your home, so relaxing in fact, it almost made you instinctively lay your head back against the edge of the couch and attempt to fall into a deep slumber. However, the completely odd and unfamiliar circumstances caused you to remain stiff, rigid, and anxious within your seat upon the sofa.
"I see you at my concerts all the time. You're always right up front." Serj stated, respectfully turning to face you.
Up close, he was absolutely breath taking. His straight nose was perfect, his brown eyes were deep and captivating, and his skin was completely flawless. His hair appeared extremely fluffy, and you found yourself contemplating exactly what it would feel like gliding through the grasp of your fingers.
His sheer amount of respect and manners towards one of his fans was shocking. You would think that most celebrities would act as if they were better than everyone else, like they were on a higher level compared to their fans. However, within that moment, Serj was talking with you and holding eye contact as if you were one of his equals, like you were the famous one, rather than himself.
"Oh, uhm yeah, Im a big fan." You said, your voice trembling and your words appearing nervous.
The male's grin only grew wider as a response to your statement, as if he received some sort of delight and amusement from your sentence.
"I could tell." He chuckled, obviously alluding to your previously bold and confident actions.
You instinctually giggled as you recognized his reference. You understood that he was subtly mentioning your prior gesture, and obvious sign of just how big of a fan of his you were. The chuckle that erupted from you was girlish, a foolish giggle that you had been rather embarrassed of as soon it escaped from the confines of your mouth.
If you could view the way you were behaving from an outside perspective, you would have cringed so hard before hiding your vision within your palms. Until that moment, you had never understood what sort of spell civilians seemed to be captured within whenever a celebrity arrived. You always scoffed at the way girls fawned over celebrities upon reality television shows, and you almost seemed to judge those who tried to act cute and attractive for their famous crushes. You had always believed that you would behave with much more dignity and maturity if you had ever found yourself within such a circumstance. However, within that moment, you were acting like an idiot controlled by an overwhelming amount of lust and attraction. You could not believe every smitten grin that appeared upon your lips and you hated absolutely every second you acted like a crazy fangirl.
Once more, the room was filled with a deafening silence. The two of you continued to gaze upon each other, faces only mere inches apart as you sat side by side. You immediatly utalized this opprotunity to appreachate every little feature and characterstic littered across the males face, details you had never previouslt been close enough to percieve. You counted every single freckle, memorized each mole, and you studied each and every crease and wrinkle that adorned his face.
Furthermore, you perceived the way in which Serj adored your face and features as well; you observed the way the musician learned your eye color, introduced himself to each of your moles, and how he repeatedly gazed upon your face multiple times. Eventually, you noticed the males eyes glided down towards your lips, learning more about the hue they possessed and contemplating unknown ideas within his mind.
If this had been any other situation, you would have reacted very differently. For example, if this was just the events of a first date, you would have awkwardly laughed before attempting to further fill the awkward silence and avoid the hasty kiss. However, the current situation was very different. This was Serj Tankian, your celebrity crush was placed right before you whilst gazing at your mouth like a starving animal ready to pounce. Typically, you were against kissing someone very early into meeting them, but these were very different circumstances.
You decided to screw it and take yet another risk. You had already flashed the man and he had simply rewarded you with basically a one on one meet and great. What else did you have left to lose? You would rather die trying than not attempt anything at all. You could not fathom possibly letting a once in a life time opportunity slip from within your grasp.
You slowly brought your face closer to the males, only nearing him an inch. As a result of your actions, you perceived the musician happily excepted your advancements by replicating your actions, guiding his face closer to your own. Your eyes grew softer as your previously loud thoughts began to silence themselves. Although your heart had been racing, beating so loud within your chest you were sure Serj could hear it, you felt its pulsating begin to slow. Your manic heart began to calm as you settled into the situation. Everything within that moment felt so right, it was a situation you had been both preparing for and awaiting for years; you had rehearsed every thought, predicted each sensation, and practiced all of the possible motions, it was as if you had experienced this moment many times before. Every movement and emotion granted upon you arrived so effortlessly.
You observed the way the previous grin suddenly disappeared from upon the celebrities lips, quickly become replaced by a countenance of anticipation mixed with passion. The expression within his eyes alter into something much more pure and genuine, as he perceived just how serious the situation was advancing. His pupils were blown wide and his eyes gleamed with what you could only describe as pure desperation as the two of you inched closer each second. His mouth was left just slightly ajar, as if his lips were awaiting your touch whilst his vision repeatedly focused back and forth from your eyes to your own mouth.
The two of you grew closer together until your mouths connected, morphing into one. Your bodies invited each other into both a warm and passionate kiss, an embrace fueled by pure lust and desire. The initial kiss was soft and slow, as if his mouth was simply brushing against your own. You perceived the way his thick mustache caressed your upper lip and the manner in which his goatee danced against your chin.
His lips were gentle and plush, carefully pressing against your own whilst your chests compressed together. If you were not aware of the way he was attempting to win you over, and the fact that the two of you had just met only moments prior, your brain would have completely believed that this was true loves kiss. His movements were careful and his smooches were light, like the man had known you for years, treating you as if you weren't some random fan he had just met a few minutes before.
His initial kiss was soft and tender, yet, it evolved into something much more eager and desperate as he slowly began to alter the moment into a make out with session. His smooches were father past paced and sloppy as he became overcome by passion. You perceived the way in which his arms snaked around your torso, biceps dragging you closer towards his figure as he deepened each and every kiss.
Your heart had suddenly began racing once more, pounding against the male's chest as you were swiftly reminded of just how crucial and important such a situation was to you. Your lips began to move in sync as the two of you shared some of the most desperate and sloppy kisses you had ever experienced, practically attempting to consume each others mouths as a result of your desperation and complete craving for one another.
You felt as the singer released one of his arms from around your waist, slipping his palm between your two forms as he brought his hand up to your chest. His grasp was warm against your chest as he clutched a full palm full of your breast. The celebrity was careful with his movements, gently massaging your boob as his worked in precise motions. The pads of his digits rubbed meticulous circles around your erect nipple, an action that earned a soft moan from you.
The male appeared to greatly appreciate your expression of pleasure as he matched your groan with one of his own. The singer seemed to regard your vocalization as an invitation to harmonize with you, as if you had suddenly opened the gates into a situation much more serious and erotic. He began to repeatedly grunt into each and every kiss as his movements morphed into something much more eager and desperate, attempting to tug you closer and closer into his frame, as if he expected the two of you to fuse into one being.
Holy shit, Serj Tankian was inches away from you, kissing you, touching you, and slightly grunting against your skin. This had only ever occurred within your wildest of dreams. Your mind seemed to be spiraling, unable to focus upon one aspect of the situation. One moment, your thoughts would be captivated by the way he desperately made out with you, the next, your brain would be completely focused upon the manner in which he whimpered slightly against your lips. You desperately wanted to memorize every occurrence and event that appeared, but your mind simply could not keep up.
For a brief moment, the musician pulled away, breathing rapidly and eyes quickly glancing between your own irises and your plush lips. However, he did not remove himself from the situation by scooting his body away from you, he remained compressed against you, chest heaving against your own as he hesitated before you. It seemed as though he appeared desperate and ready for the following kiss, but a thought was nagging within his brain.
"Have you ever done this before?" Serj questioned, his tone low and hoarse as he quickly returned to the previous task of mauling you with kisses.
You smiled into the embrace, grinning against his lips in response to his question. You rewarded the male with another batch of smooches before attempting to respond to his inquiry. However, you could not seem to escape; Serj was not done with you in that moment, and he would allow you to answer once he was ready for his mouth to release you.
After about fifteen to thirty more seconds of passionately kissing one another, the male finally allowed to respond, pulling his head away from your own as he anticipated your answer. However, his vision remained glued upon your lips, his raged breaths splaying themselves across your skin.
"Duh." You giggled, returning to the previous task of embracing each other.
The musician was obviously not pleased with your answer. This time around, once you returned to the make out session, he only decorated you with a few short pecks before pulling away in order to further the conversation. His face supported a sly smile as he stared upon you with an expression of pure delight, as if he was amused by your statement.
"No" he briefly chuckled before continuing his sentence "I meant, with a celebrity."
Suddenly, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you for failing to understand exactly what the celebrity had conveyed within his message.
Technically, no, you had never participated within something like this shared with another celebrity. Sure, you had experienced a number of intimate partners, but you had never even interacted with a famous individual before. Let alone kissed and been fondled by one.
"Oh..." You paused as your eyes fell down towards your hands, fingers awkwardly fiddling with one another "Then no."
It felt odd to admit that Serj was your first experience with a celebrity. As the confession exited your lips, it felt as if you had informed the man that his had been your first sexual experience ever with a partner. You felt inexperienced and unqualified before the singer, like your statement was something to be ashamed of.
However, although Serj would never admit to it, he was honestly very pleased with your answer. He enjoyed the idea of being your first intimate experience with a famous individual, delighted with the thought of being engrained within your memories forever. To the male, this felt like something much more intimate and personal compared the many different occasions he slept with other fans who had practically fucked every musician on the surface of the planet.
"Thats okay, I can show you." He responded, bringing his face back to meet your own.
He continued to fondle your breasts as you entered a make out session once more. The kisses had evolved into something much deeper and intense than before. The two of you were slightly groaning into each others mouths as the pace of your kisses only quickened. You were firmly pressing your bodies against one another, as if you were attempting to morph together in order to receive any slight form of pleasure.
Suddenly, the male had removed his hand from your breast, gliding his palm down your abdomen until he made contact with the surface of your free hand. His hand was soft against your own, clutching your palm gently in order to guide your grasp towards his concealed dick. However, his skin was textured, flesh corse and rough as a result of the large mount of time he spent playing a variety of instruments and God only knows what else.
As soon as you understood what the man was implying, you pulled your lips away from his own, braking the kiss once more. Although your entrance was repeatedly pulsating and your thighs were rubbing together in search of discovering any form of slight pleasure, rather than desiring sex or anticipating the intimate touch of the man before you, you had something very different in mind.
You were hesitant to ask the question you so greatly desired, worried that you were interpreting the situation in the wrong manner and terrified of the idea that Serj would not be into your suggestion. However, the idea of possibly wasting your only chance at gaining what you had most deeply desired, you proceeded to inquire anyway.
"Can I blow you?" You asked, eyes meeting his own for a brief moment before darting back down towards your lap, attempting to avoid his reaction.
You had intended for your statement to sound more like a request or some sort of command, but due to your extreme nerves within that moment, your voice altered into something much more quiet and timid. Your request had come off as some sort of odd question, like you were asking if he was capable of getting his dick sucked.
Serj's face suddenly morphed into an expression of surprise and astonishment, completely shocked by your request. Many of the women the musician encountered didn't ask to take part within a much more intimate and personal activity, rather, they would jump right into sex, in order to proudly claim that they had slept with the one and only Serj Tankian. Within the celebrities mind, he often felt that many women only wanted him in order to check him off of some sort of list, like he was an object to brag about to their friends. However, the situation appeared much more different for you as you treated Serj as an intimate partner, rather than just an object.
"Well, we can have sex if you want. I can pleasure you too. Make you feel good." He responded, his vision momentarily focusing upon your plush lips before ultimately returning his focus to your eyes.
Within that moment, the male was concerned with the idea of you informing all of your friends of the fact that he was only interested within his own pleasure, the notion that you would spread propaganda regarding the musician as a self-centered asshole. Worried that you would completely alter the actual events of the circumstances. However, you insisted.
You smiled at the mans politeness, glad that he seemed nice enough to offer to pleasure you as well. But in all honesty, blowing the man was something that you had been dreaming of for years at that point. You wanted to prove your abilities and loyalty to the man before you, to some how implant the memory of you within his brain. And the only way you could think to do that was by offering something he most likely didn't receive from most of his desperate fans.
"No, this is what I want." You stated, your words coming off much more confident and assured compared to your previous statements "Besides, I feel bad for flashing you."
Serj released a genuine laugh in response to your seemingly outrageous statement.
"Oh God, no, don't feel bad. Im glad you did so, I feel great." He said, his tone enthusiastic and joyful, his energetic confession making you giggle.
You quickly planted a final peck upon the males lips before exiting your position upon the soft couch. You slid off the edge of the sofa like water before crawling across the fluffy carpet in order to ultimately position yourself between the males legs. Once you had situated yourself before the man, kneeling upon your knees beneath him, you gazed up towards the singer through heavy lids. Serj perceived your inspection of him as seductive and arousing, his hard cock fighting against the confines of his pants as he observed your lust filled eyes and your subtly eager expression. You carefully brought your fingers up to his zipper, attempting to appear as alluring and tempting as possible, teasing the man by tracing the outline of his zipper before ultimately undoing his pants.
You dragged his zipper down between your finger tips, gently yanking at his waist band in order to make just enough space for you to work with his cock. Although you were basically foaming at the mouth as you awaited the big reveal, something you had been pondering upon and imagining for years, Serj suddenly stopped you once more.
"Wait." He exclaimed, causing your eyes to quickly flash up towards his face.
His expression appeared much more nervous and hesitant than before, his eyes awkwardly avoiding your scrutiny and his digits anxiously fiddling with the fabric of the couch placed beneath him. His unsure features and his shy expression, something you had yet to observe, only further interested you.
"Can you take off your shirt again?" He inquired.
You smiled towards the male, flattery entering your system rewarded with the knowledge that he had previously enjoyed the sight of your exposed breasts during his performance. You did as he requested, swiftly transferring your palms to the hem of your shirt before quickly removing your top and tossing it to your side, out of your vision.
"You like what you saw?" You asked, teasing the male as your hands returned to his crotch.
His erect cock was still shielded by his underwear. However, every detail and curve of his dick was still extremely perceptible within your grasp, due the thin fabric his boxers were crafted with. His member was heavy within your hands, weighing your wrists down ever so slightly as you teased his cock. Your palms subtly stroked his member, feeling the texture of his smooth skin and pulsating veins hidden beneath his underwear.
"Oh yes." He exclaimed as he settled into the couch, utilizing the same tone of enthusiasm he had supported previously as he became eager to receive your following motions.
You licked your lips as you pulled his hard cock from the confines of his boxers. His member was currently flushed by a hue of crimson, a result of his pure desire and overpowering arousal. The surface of his dick was littered with many different veins, moles, and other blemishes. Although a large portion of his pubic area was still concealed by his underwear, you could easily perceive the dark collection of hair adorning the base of his cock. The hair was maintained just like you preferred, not too short but not out of control as if he spend a lot of his time trimming and shaping his pubic hair.
His cock was lengthy by the sight of it, large within your grasp. As you wrapped your hands around the base of his shaft, a large portion of the top of his dick continued to peek out from the confines of your fingers. You truly wondered if this was a task you would be able to handle, however you could not back down now.
You steadily brought your mouth down to his aching member, his tip being greeted by your tongue first. You began by swirling your mouth around the head of his cock, firmly coating a thick layer of saliva upon his soft tip, an action that rewarded you with a deep groan from the male. You followed your instinctive gestures by licking sopping strips down the length of his shaft, attempting to prepare his dick to enter your mouth. You soaked his flesh as much as possible, aiming towards removing any sort of dry skin in order to avoid unwanted friction, undesirably parched sections that would be tough for your mouth to work with.
Once you had successfully glazed his member in a pleasing layer of moisture, you finally engulfed his cock within your mouth. You slowly inched your way further down his dick second by second, every section you covered gained you a sweet whimper from the singer before you. After his shaft was completely concealed within your throat, successfully devouring his member, your nose encountered the barrier of his lower abdomen, informing you that you had met the end of his shaft.
His member was stuffed entirely within your mouth, the head of his dick poking the back of your throat as the smooth skin of his shaft rubbed against your uvula. His pure size and the action of his member fighting against your gag reflex caused you to fight back any signs of struggle. You did not want to appear either inadequate or ill-equipped for the task before you, so you calming inhaled through your nose, attempted to relax both your mind and your throat in order to continue your actions.
After you had slowly devoured his entire member and your nose met the patch of hair adorning the base of his cock, Serj rewarded you with yet another moan of pleasure. The singer was very aware of the fact that most women were unable to completely engulf his dick. Yet, here you were, appearing to complete the task at hand without a single challenge or disagreement.
Once you had successfully relaxed and no longer fought against your gag reflex, you slowly began to repeatedly bob your head up and down. The pleasuring sensations the musician gained from your moist strokes caused him to twitch and pulsate against your lips.
Whilst Serj observed your bobbing head below him, watching the way your hair fell upon your shoulders and the manner in which your breasts bounced with each motion, he knew he wouldn't be able to last long. This situation felt much more intimate and passionate then most others he had shared with a fan. Although most of the groupies he encountered chased their own pleasure, simply seeming to use him as some sort of gain or achievement, you appeared much more determined and intent before him. As if you were attempting to display your extreme loyalty to the male by focusing specifically upon his own acquirement of pleasure.
With each stroke you granted the male, every twirl of your tongue and all of the kitten licks you rewarded his tip with, the closer the singer came to his conclusion. You were quickly made aware just how near the celebrity was to his finish as you felt one of his large palms embrace the back of your head. Utilizing the force of his palm, the male assisted you with the task of correctly sucking his dick. With the company of his hand, Serj some how seemed to force himself further down your throat, an action that brought unplanned tears to your eyes, completely blurring your vision.
Following the guidance of his hands, the singer erupted with a string of obscenity. From above you, the male was mumbling swears along with lust filled sentences such as "Fuck yeah, just like that baby." And "God, youre doing so well."
As he neared his conclusion, he began to lift his waste from its position upon the couch, further pressing his hips into your mouth, his dick was some how forced deeper down your throat. You weren't even aware of how that was possible. With a final group of whimpers, moans, and curses, the celebrity finally came into your mouth.
As he spilled into your throat, you perceived just how warm and thick his cum was. The taste was salty yet somehow sweet, and the texture was viscous and sticky. Your immediate reaction was to swallow his offering with pure delight and joy. How were you possibly expected to reject the male by either spitting his cum upon the floor or yanking your head away within the last moment.
After the male had finished, his breath jagged and his chest heaving, his skin successfully coated with a layer of sweat once more, you slowly pulled his member from your mouth. Although you had attempted to move as carefully as possible, loosening your lips as much as you could manage, the sensation of your wet mouth gliding against his sensitive cock pulled a hiss of displeasure from within the confines of his throat.
Whilst Serj carefully situated his delicate and worn dick back into the confines of his bottoms, you quickly collected your top and concealed your exposed breasts beneath the fabric of your shirt once more. You crawled across the floor before finding yourself placed beside the male once more. The musician extended his arm outwards as he allowed you to rest your head upon his chest. A very intimate and personal gesture you had not expected.
For a few moments, the two of you sat silently; Serj rested his head upon the edge of the couch whilst his caught his breath, whilst you allowed your spent jaw to relax and your tired eyes to rest closed. You listened to the rhythmic beating of his trembling heart as he slowly regained his strength.
"Are you a groupie?" The singer suddenly asked, finally filling the tranquil silence.
You scoffed in response, not in a manner of offense but more in a reaction of surprise.
"No." You exclaimed, your tone filled with confusion yet amusment.
Serj hummed timidly in response, returning to his quiet state as he secretly worried that he had accidentally offended you. Prior to his inquiry, he had not considered his question to be a rather rude one, he was just curious. However, after a few moments of consideration, he concluded that his inquiry might have come off a lot more judgmental and condescending than he had previously considered.
However, once the room had become silent once more and you hesitated whilst regarding the logistics and reality of your current situation, you decided to change your answer.
"Well, I guess so. But Im just a groupie for you, only for you." You explained, smiling softly against the mans chest.
Your silly statement and laid back attitude regarding the entire situation flattered Serj. He perceived your comfortable mannerisms and honest statement as a compliment as he chuckled weakly in response.
Summary: You had been with Serj sense the very beginning, supporting every step throughout his journey. However, as things get tougher and you spent more time alone whilst he was out touring, you're faced with a rather hard decision: Stay and wait for his return? Or just go?
Warnings: Swearing, breaking up, angst, and mentions of depression
Word count: 4,536
You and Serj had initially met when you were just young children. When the boy had relocated to Los Angeles around the age of seven, his family had moved into a home positioned just three buildings away from yours. The two of you grew up upon the same block, attended the same school, and only lived about a minute walk away from each other. From the moment the two of you began school, you were practically inseparable.
During your early childhood, the two of you would sit together during class, frolic side by side upon the playground, and often get in trouble together by the adults within your life. When your families would connect, all your mother would do was talk about how often you ranted about the young man. Your mom still remembers the first day she was introduced to the boy; you were about seven or eight, and whilst visiting the grocery store, you suddenly bolted from your mothers grasp. Your unexpected movement caused your mother to panic for a second, and before she could capture you once more, you had already collided with the boy, wrapping your arms around each other in a delightful hug.
"This must be Serj?" Your mother inquired once she finally caught up to you.
His mother returned a kind smile once your own mom had arrived, nodding whilst she laughed.
"And this must be (Y/N)?" She responded, causing the two women to break out into laughter.
As the two of you developed, you grew into young teens beside each other. You entered middle school with one another, remaining the best of friends. Sure, you two shared a variety of silly disagreements and immature arguments with one another. However, these moments of disconnect would never last long, and before you knew it, the two of you were attached at the hip once more.
Entering high school, both of you quickly acknowledged your undeniable feelings towards one another.
One afternoon, a storm had erupted from within the sky, pouring water from the clouds and filling the atmosphere with the echo of repetitive thunder. That evening, Serj had appeared upon your front doorstep, and the sky had successfully soaked the young man, wet rain covering his clothes along with drenching his hair. You were alerted by a firm knock resonating from the entrance of your home, and you quickly responded by jumping from your bed and rushing downstairs. Once you had arrived before the front door, you opened it to reveal the young man placed upon the porch.
For a brief second, you giggled at the males rather amusing appearance, his wet locks dangling in front of his eyes and his soaked clothing sticking to his thin body. However, a different detail quickly captivated your attention and destroyed any sign of your previous laughter. The young man was supporting a singular, damp flower, a plant that was hunched over and almost destroyed as a result of the current weather.
"(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?" He asked before you could say anything at all.
After that night, you kept that flower, and it still remained hidden deep within your closet to this very day. However, the gift was no longer drenched. Overtime, you had successfully dried the plant and kept it stored within a firmly sealed container.
The two of you dated all throughout high school, considered a perfect match and the epitome of true love by your peers. You guys rarely fought, and if you did, it could hardly be considered a argument, more of a peaceful disagreement. You would sneak out in the middle of the night to meet one another, both of you would stay on the phone late into the evening, and the boy greatly enjoyed composing love songs for you. The two of you were constantly joyous together and often spotted with one another, connected within the halls and adventuring around town. The idea of you guys breaking up appeared practically impossible to anyone who actually knew the two of you.
However, following graduation, the two of you were heading in extremely opposite directions. You were attending a college located in a different state, and Serj was studying at a university within California. The break up was very difficult and painful, you cried within each others arms for what seemed like hours. This was not at all what either of you had wished for, you had not desired to end your relationship, you honestly yearned to stay together for the rest of your lives. But, you knew this was the best option for the two of you.
It was very obvious that you would not be able to remain within a close and strong relationship. You guys would never be able to visit, you would be too busy perusing your academic achievements to call every day, and you were aware of the fact that this relationship would not remain the same if it had altered into a long distance commitment. You proceeded to cut off all contact, not exchanging a singular letter or sharing a phone call throughout your college years.
Over time, the two of you had grown and morphed into wonderful, young adults. You guys had experienced a variety of new relationships throughout your college years, you had made new friends, and created new bonds. However, this didn't stop your brain from thinking of Serj from time to time. You would reminisce upon your intimate bond, remember all of the secrets you had shared, and often wonder what he was currently up to. Although you would never admit it, the relationship you had created with the young man was never something you could replicate. You had never been as close to another individual as you had been with Serj.
Years later, your paths seemed to cross once more when you accidentally made contact with the man. Whilst exploring the world and living your lives throughout your early twenties, once you had grown into a delightful young women and Serj had morphed into a striking young man, you ran into the male one day.
You were about twenty-five when you returned to Los Angeles, reappearing within the place you grew up in order to further expand your career. Although you held out no sort of hope regarding the man, not expecting to ever reconnect again, you were quickly proven wrong.
As you were moving your belongings into your new home, dragging boxes from your lawn into your empty living room, your attention was suddenly drawn by a familiar voice.
"(Y/N)?" You heard a mans voice inquire from behind you.
You slowly turned around before coming face to face with your previous lover. The two of you had gone through many years of change and growth, experiencing many new lovers, and taking part within life changing events. Even though he had grown much taller, his features had altered from a young boy into a grown man, and his clothing style was much different, you immediately recognized the male. His soft eyes, curly hair, and kind smile was an image you would never be able to erase from your memory.
As if you were children once more, you suddenly dropped the cardboard container within your grasp, unconcerned regarding the belongings located inside the box as you heard it clatter against the ground. You practically jumped into the males arms, pouncing upon him as he captured you within a tight hug. It was as if you were suddenly seven years old again and had just spotted each other within public for the first time.
"Serj!" You exclaimed with joy as he effortlessly swung you around.
Reuniting with your past lover felt like destiny, as if it was supposed to occur, like the world had really planned for the two of you to be together, no matter what. Both the emotions and sensations you felt within that moment almost brought you to tears. A mix of happiness, relief, and even a bitter sense of sweet sorrow were currently coursing through your veins whilst the two of you captured one another within your arms.
The years that followed that moment felt like a dream come true. The two of you quickly got back together, spending every moment side by side. As if he was attempting to recreate your past, the male had arrived upon your door step one evening, supporting a singular flower as he asked you to be his girlfriend once more. Along with the flower you had obtained a decade prior, you kept that plant, storing it away beside the original one you had received.
Things quickly escalated as the two of you moved into a new home with one another. You decorated your house together, bought new cars with one another, and Serj had even proposed to you.
You had cried that day, the evening when your lover finally asked you to marry him. His voice was slightly trembling as he offered to officially spend the rest of his days with you, all whilst presenting a gorgeous ring within his palms. You had barely even allowed the sentence to fully exit Serj's mouth before you exclaimed your agreement, jumped into his arms, and planted a firm kiss upon his lips, all whilst the two of you exploded with tears of pure joy.
As the days and months advanced, you supported the males love for music. You encouraged him during the writing process, you inspired him to further his career, and you had attended every little show and event he preformed at. You were always located within the front row during his small concerts, screaming and cheering as you supported your lover.
The two of you were thrilled when the group first took off. Serj would return every evening with some sort of gift or treat for you. You were so proud every time he got recognized or noticed by a fan, and the two of you would always squeal with delight whenever one of his songs would appear upon the radio.
When he originally informed you about the idea of a first tour, you were all for it. You encouraged the male, supported him, and even further pushed him to agree to such a big event.
The first tour was a complete hit. Although you missed your lover so dearly, your emotions of sadness were always quickly overpowered by pride and joy. Everytime one of their songs would appear upon the radio or you would view one of his concerts from upon the television screen, you would always smile so wide your face muscles began to ache.
He would call you every night, talk with you on the phone for as long as you had desired, and you would repeat this process everyday. You two would chat about your days, share silly stories, and confess your most sincere feelings towards one another.
Furthermore, many mornings, you would awake to find a package positioned upon your door step, addressed to you. And every time you opened it, there was a sweet gift from your lover revealed within the box. Sometimes, he would sent you beautiful flowers or romantic chocolates, and other times, he would purchase amazing clothes or adorable trinkets for you.
However, things quickly changed as time went on. As Serj began to gain more fame and popularity, he started to attended more concerts and tours. And this often left you home alone, for months. He became busier and much more occupied as time went on, and this resulted in you receiving less calls and gifts. However, you were never angry towards the man, you couldn't even fathom being upset regarding Serj and his progress. Although you were always there to support and cheer for the male, you became more unhappy with your current life style.
One evening, you returned home after work to your empty home once again. You had spent the whole day attending your average job and exciting basic tasks, such as sending messages to coworkers to stopping to get gas. When you were finally free from your job and had completed all of your responsibilities, you returned home. As you stepped foot within your house, it was completely dark and motionless.
You set your bags down by the front door, flicked on one of the many lamps, in order to illuminate the room, and quickly kicked off your shoes before you practically flopped down upon the couch. The entire house was silent, and the best way you figured to fill the quietness was the turn on the television, like you had always done.
You stretched yourself across the length of the sofa, not having to worry about making room for another individual as you dominated the entire couch. The remote sat loosely within your grasp as you discovered what was being broadcast upon the television before you. It was your fiancé. An interview with Serj was being displayed upon the screen, the reporter was asking him a variety of questions, especially regarding his music and career.
You quickly changed the channel.
If this had been months prior, you would have absorbed within every second of the interview, shouting out the answer to each question with glee before Serj could properly respond. You knew every reply as if you had been studying for a quiz. Before he got really famous, your lover had shared all of these facts with you.
However, you were no longer able to turn on the radio or watch television anymore, without your mind being haunted by the man that you love. You couldn't stand to view him as he talked and laughed amongst his band members, a sound of pure joy that you hadn't heard in real life for what felt like centuries. At that point in time, you truly believed that the world interacted more with your lover than you did.
You quickly decided upon watching an episode of some random show you had probably seen a million times before. About thirty minutes into your viewing experience, the telephone rang. The chime of the phone quickly erupting throughout the previously tranquil environment, causing you to suddenly flinch within your seat.
You huffed as you moved from your position and rose to your feet. You had not even bothered to pause the television, due to the fact that you really didn't care for the show currently being displayed.
you trudged over to the small table the home phone resided upon before retrieving the receiver from the smooth surface. As soon as the phone made contact with your head, a voice echoed into your ear.
"Hiiii, honey." Serj exclaimed, his tone filled with enthusiasm and joy.
The echo of your lovers voice entering your ears brought a small smile to your lips. A sheepish grin was plastered upon your face as if it was your crush calling you for the first time in history.
However, your previous delight filled smirk quickly vanished as you remembered the fact that this was the first moment Serj had contacted you in about a month or so. Furthermore, the fact that you could only interact through the phone, rather than within real life, was also relatively upsetting. Within that moment, more than anything, you desired the return of your lover, for him to appear within your home so the two of you could finally embrace each other once more.
"Hey, Serj." You responded, your emotions of sorrow echoing through the phone more than you had planned.
The male immediately perceived the sadness laced within your tone and a frown was brought upon his lips. He attempted to continue the conversation, striving towards brining you joy as the two of you chatted. Even though he knew that the ultimate point of the conversation would just lead to further sadness, he wanted to morph the interaction into something more positive and normal.
Although both of you were aware of the reality of your current situation, your lover attempted to transform the phone call into a seemingly average experience. He wanted the conversation to appear normal, as if he was calling from his job to check up on you, like he was going to return within an hour or so. However, as much as Serj tried, nothing about the situation was considered typical or common.
"How are things?" Serj inquired, his voice sounding much more serious compared to his previous statement.
You attempted to further bury your feelings by biting your lip, deciding to lie about your miserable life at home.
"Oh, uhm theyer fine. What about you? Are you having a good time?" You asked, forcing a false smile in order to appear much more strong and stable over the phone.
You truly believed that if you focused more upon the male, you would be able to remain calm and collected. You were very aware of the reality that as soon as you even thought about confronting your emotions of loneliness and dejection, your entire facade would crumble. You would no longer be able to act happy or appear content, your sorrow and misery would quickly be revealed through a string of painful sobs.
Without a moment of hesitation, the males voice erupted from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah!" Your lover exclaimed, his voice filled with absolute delight "Its awesome here, every concert is absolutely thrilling."
Although you were happy for him, proud that he was succeeding and glad he was having a good experience, you couldn't help but feel slightly hurt. He was miles away, partying every night with his friends, never alone, and up to God knows what else. Yet, everyday, you returned to your empty home, to sit by yourself, and not mutter a single word to anyone else. You were completely jealous, disappointed, and felt betrayed.
"Thats great, babe. Im glad." You responded.
Although you had attempted to display your pride and happiness for the male, your statement just came off as hollow and simulated.
Silence filled the shared line after your rather harsh statement was received by the male. In an attempt to lighten the mood and destroy the awkwardness, you continued the conversation with a much more honest, sincere, and true statement.
"I miss you, Serj." You confessed, tears brimming the lids of your eyes and completely blurring your vision "I wish I could be there with you."
Within that moment, it felt as if someone had stabbed a knife through your heart. Your chest felt hollow as you held back your tears. You were trying not to cry in order to avoid possibly upsetting Serj and even maybe ruining his evening.
You knew that the second he perceived your shaking voice and trembling breath, his heart would break within seconds and he would fly back home that instant. This man truly loved you so much, he was willing to shatter his entire career just to be with you within that moment. However, you could not possibly risk ruining everything he had worked so hard for just by expelling a singular sob. Although you were completely broken and depressed, you were aware of the fact that this was the best option for Serj and his life.
"Oh I miss you too honey, so much. Things will get better. We'll be together before you know it." Serj stated, his voice calm and soothing as he attempted to reassure you.
For a moment, his sweet sentence achieved its goal, bringing a soft smile to your lips as you let out an amused yet exhausted chuckle. Your lovers words of affirmation and compassion always seemed to calm you down. It was as if Serj was the only individual within the entire world that could successfully comfort and console you.
However, the joy was quickly yanked from your being once more as your lover continued to talk.
"However, about that..." As his suddenly tense words entered your ears, your previous grin of delight completely vanished "I wont be home for a few extra months."
You could not ignore the pure disappointment and pain currently flowing through your body.
"Oh..." You responded, your tone suddenly flat and void of emotion.
Upon the other end of the phone, Serj was biting his lip. He quickly became nervous and worried as a result of your short and hollow response.
"Im sorry, honey. I really want to be with you again, but they scheduled more concerts for our tour." Your lover further explained.
You were currently overcome with sensations of disappointment, sadness, and slight anger. Although you knew Serj would do anything for you, within that moment, it felt as if you meant nothing to the man. It appeared as if you were the least important thing within the males life within that instance.
"Okay, I understand." You sighed into the receiver.
Although you desired his company more than anything else within that moment, you honestly did understand. This was Serj's career, his future, and everything he had ever worked for. Scheduling more concerts would only increase the joy and comfortability within his life, you had just wished it wouldn't effect you so poorly. It would only make things worse for the male if he rejected such an amazing offer.
"I really am sorry, honey. This is not what I wanted at all. You know I love you more than any of this." He explained.
Although you felt rather upset within that moment, you were aware of the fact that his declaration was completely honest. On multiple occasions, the musician had offered to quit everything for you, to acquire a normal job and live an average life. But you had always rejected such an outrageous idea. Just like Serj wanted what was best for you, you had desired the best for him, and you knew that becoming a famous musician would only advance and improve his future.
"Okay." You paused whilst deeply inhaling, your breath quivering as you hesitated "I love you, Serj."
The line was silent for a moment as the male perceived your shaking breath. However, he knew there was nothing he could do for you within that event, other than display any form of comfort and reassurance.
"I love you too, (Y/N)." The musician responded, his tone sincere and his voice full of complete care.
Maybe its because you were aware of the fact that this would be the last time you ever uttered those words to your lover, but as soon as the sentence escaped your lips, your heart basically shattered.
You quickly hung up the phone, practically slamming it down upon the table before completely falling apart. Your back slammed against the wall before you began to slide down until your body encountered the ground. As soon as the entire situation and the current predicament you were face with became a reality, you began to historically sob. Burning tears erupted from your vision as you cried into your palms, attempting to muffle your pain filled sobs against your skin.
A few months later, Serj finally returned home. After basically ditching his band members and skillfully avoiding the paparazzi within the airport, the male practically raced home.
"(Y/NNNNNN)." The male sang, his voice filled with pure love and enthusiasm as he opened the front door.
The musician had been so excited to return home to you; all he could think about for the past few days was getting on a plane and ultimately being reunited with you. He had day dreamed about collecting you within his arms, sharing a passionate kiss, and sobbing against each others skin as the two of you were finally reunified once more.
However, all of his previous anticipation and excitement completely vanished as his greeting was met with nothing but silence.
"(Y/N)?" Serj repeated, his body suddenly filled with worry and nervousness as the previous joy escaped from his voice.
The front door slammed behind the man as he was met with the view you had previously greeted every single day for the last couple months. The house was completely empty, silent, and upsettingly dark.
Once Serj had dropped his ample amount of bags by the entrance, he began to venture throughout every room located within the house. As his eyes met each area, he quickly noticed how empty each room had appeared. Everything that was deemed personally yours had vanished, and each of Serj's own items still remained. Once he noticed the lack of decorations and items you had favored, he quickly discovered that you had left, and in the process of doing so, you had taken all of your possessions along with you.
Once the male entered the final area, the kitchen, he discovered a small note situated upon the dinning table. As his eyes skimmed each line, his tears made it harder and much more difficult for him to continue reading.
The letter was written in black ink, and the penmanship had obviously belonged to you. The contents within the note informed him of the fact that you will always love him so much, more than anything in the entire world, but you must leave for your own sake. You could no longer spend almost the entirety of your years alone and without him. He was your soulmate and all you desired was to be with him every chance you could. You wished him luck regarding his career, informed him of the fact that you would be sitting behind the screen or listen to the radio every time one of his interviews or songs was being broadcasted. You finally concluded your letter with a final, heart wenching statement:
"Maybe we will be reunited when the time is right. Or maybe our paths will cross in another life. But all I know is that our time is not now. I love you so much, more than you will ever know, Serj."
The letter was completely finished when you signed your name at the bottom:
"Yours always, (Y/N)"
He quickly discovered your engagement ring abandoned upon the counter beside the note. The piece of jewelry was no longer glimmering within the sunlight, like it had previously done, it now appeared dull and lifeless whilst located within the dimly illuminated kitchen.
Before he could even think, the male ventured quickly towards the home phone. His fingers worked swiftly as he dialed your personal number with excessive haste before listening to the line ring. The phone rang and chimed for a few seconds, before he was greeted with an automated message, informing him that this number was no longer in active use.
As the receiver escaped his grasp and clattered upon the counter, it was as if Serj's whole body had completely shut down. The male slid against the wall behind him until his lower body encountered the ground. You had disappeared from within his life once more.
You were not executing some sort of practical joke upon the man, you had actually left. And once the male realized the seriousness of the situation, he began to historically cry, his heart aching within his chest. He brought his palms up to his face, concealing both his eyes and mouth in order to dry his tears and muffle his sobs of pain.
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