Notes: I wrote this all within an hour. I couldn’t decide on whether Sirius would be the guitarist or the singer so I’ve written for him as both.
Tw: Most of these are sexual in one way or another
-Bassist!Remus would get you to sit on the edge of the amp whilst the band practices so that you can feel the vibrations in your clit. He’d smirk every so often seeing you try to keep your noises in so as not to alert the others how stimulated you were getting
-Drummer!James doing tricks with his drumsticks because he loves to see the admiration on your face whenever he does a new one
-Guitarist!Sirius would spend hours practicing the intricate new riff he came up with by using your clit to work out the timing. It feels like torture feeling his fingers work the right spot several times before moving away and leaving you on the edge
-Singer!Sirius getting frustrated at not being able to get the vibrato right on a new song he’s working on so decides to practice by eating you out, humming the tune into your clit until he feels that he can get the perfect vibrato for a particular verse or chorus
-Drummer!James pulling you into his lap on his break whilst he’s all sweaty to ask if you’d enjoyed the new beat he came up with
-Bassist!Remus taking off his sweater and giving it to you during an outdoor concert because he doesn’t want you to get cold, the top he wears underneath shows the definition of his biceps and you can’t wait until later when you can finally jump him
-Guitarist!Sirius telling you about this cool new guitar pick that he found and hypes it up asking if you would like to experience it. The pick vibrates, the vibration is music reactive and is the perfect size to put into your underwear so that you can experience Sirius’ band practice in a whole new stimulating way
-Drummer!James sits you on his lap, gives you some drumsticks and tells you to copy him whenever he sees you looking bored
-Singer!Sirius pulling you in for a kiss every time there’s a break in the song, as his band mates keep playing. He’ll get you all riled up from a passionate kiss before suddenly pulling away to sing the next lines of the song
-Bassist!Remus refuses to let you hear his latest new riff until your panties are in his pocket, then he casually checks your pussy afterwards to see how wet it’s gotten, if it’s sopping then he keeps the riff, if it’s not as wet as usual then he’ll change it or come up with a new one curious as to which notes and tempos make you the most aroused
-Singer!Sirius winking at you whilst he’s singing particularly dirty lines knowing how it makes you ache
-Drummer!James would get you to christen every new set of drumsticks he bought by fucking yourself with them until you get yourself off
-Guitarist!Sirius getting you to wear his rings whilst he plays because he doesn’t want to lose them. He promises a reward later if you manage not to drop them which can be difficult given the amount that he tends to have on him
Dating singer, songwriter and musician!Sirius Black
‘Here to take my medicine, take my medicine, rest it on your fingertips. Up to your mouth, feeling it out, feeling it out. I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted. And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted.’
“Such a good fuckin’ slut for me” He grinds into you deeply, fucking you into the mattress situated in his dressing room and making you moan in the process
“Jesus christ, Pads, would you choke her or something?!” Remus calls through the door, his muttered “can’t get any goddamn peace and quiet” barely audible as he walks by
BAND MARAUDERS IS COMING BACK FOR A VENGENCE IN MY BRAIN!!! Singer!Sirius would have written and sang that unreleased Harry styles song ‘Medicine’ about you.
Prompt: "The smell of wine and cheap perfume," (for the June Jukebox Scribbles hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles
Tags: Non-magic AU, singer!sirius, barkeep!remus, pub setting, nervous Remus, smooth Sirius, what's new there, pre-relationship. tags to be added? idk :)
CW: Cursing, implied sexual content, flirting(impolitely)
wc: 1k
a/n: hii super excited! this is my first drabble in a long time, so i hope this came out alright ♡
~ Third Person POV Limited— Remus ~
A jazz club in London is packed to the gills tonight.
On stage, Marlene finishes introducing some bloke named Sirius Black, and Remus tends to another customer.
Remus sighs as he wipes the counter, fills another glass of whiskey, and tries desperately not to stare at tonight's entertainment.
A beautiful man with long, ink-black wavy hair is playing an absolute symphony on thoroughly loved Les Paul, and Remus has never, ever, in his entire life been more jealous of a guitar.
And he can count on both hands the number of times he's been jealous of a guitar.
Remus dares a glance.
Fuck.
Remus regrets that glance.
Right then, on the platform, with the spotlights turned high and illuminating the man with a blinding grin, Remus dies.
Well, not literally, but he's as good as gone for the bloke.
"It goes on, and on, and on, ohh—"
Remus damn near shivers from his voice, smooth like velvet and tickling his brain the same way. "Oh god," He mutters, turning around quickly to clean his space, praying to every deity watching that one Sirius Black will stop for a drink before he leaves.
Wait.
No, no, no, no, fuck, idiot. Remus takes that back.
Hear that, Jesus? Aphrodite? Thor?
Remus prays the singer won't stop by for a drink.
Really, he does, with a quick hail Mary. His nerves will entirely get the better of him and oh— oh.
When did the song end?
When did he start walking this way? Walking this way? Fuck!
Act natural— shit, what if Remus' hair is messy?— it's totally fine, just act cool. Get the man a drink.
What's he want? Whiskey? Bourbon? Fuck, he looks expensive—
"Cheers, mate. Can I get a glass of pinot?"
Wine??
Fuck, forget the drink, his voice.
"Bit fancy for a night out, isn't it?" Remus manages to remark as he fills the glass, glancing up and finding it to be an utter miracle that he doesn't blush when he meets the silver gaze of the other man.
God, he smells like cheap perfume. Remus fucking loves it.
"Never too fancy for a good vintage," Sirius smirks and leans against the bar on his forearms, hands clasped together and his silver jewlery twinkling under the low lights of the club.
Fuck, did he coordinate his jewelry with his eyes? Bloody unbelievable, the high-maintenance radiating off this git.
Sirius nods in thanks, sniffing the wine. "Is this '98? She's gorgeous."
Remus merely raises an eyebrow. "It's wine, from a barrel with a hose, that my batshit boss dragged in last week." He replies flatly, internally patting himself on the back for not stuttering. "I'll be surprised if it doesn't make you keel over."
Sirius raises an eyebrow back, taking a sip. "Tell your 'batshit boss' that I bloody love her, will you?"
Remus blinks at him. "...You like the wine?"
Sirius grins. "I'm absolutely high on it. Can I have another round, love?"
Love. It takes all of Remus's self control not to shiver.
Oh god.
Remus nods, instead of embarrassing himself, and turns around to clean a fresh glass for Sirius.
Meanwhile,
~ Sirius' POV ~
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Is this bloke celibate?
I've turned up all my bloody charms! He hasn't even given me his name!
Christ, you'd think I'm a schoolboy with how bleeding obvious I'm being.
I clear my throat subtly, taking another sip and forcing myself to lean closer. "So..."
Oh for fuck's sake, what do I even say?
"Did you like the set?"
Smokin' hot barkeep looks at me with a thousand yard stare. "The set?" He echoes blankly.
Yep. Nice going, totally got his attention. Hook, line, and sinker.
My smile tightens slightly. "Yeah? The set, mate. You know, the songs I just sang?"
Barkeep nods slowly, his lips parting into a perfect 'o' shape.
"Right. Yeah, I liked the cover of Journey."
My eyes light up. Holy hell, the git did listen to my set!
"Yeah? What'd you think of it?"
~Remus' POV ~
Remus suppresses a laugh, simply tilting his head instead. "I just told you, Sirius. I said it was okay."
The singer flushes slightly, realizing he just repeated himself. "Ah, right. So... you liked it?"
Remus rolls his eyes. "You're reaching, Black."
Sirius pouts. "Black? We're on a last-name basis now?"
Remus sighs, barely audibly, and gives Sirius a look of pure exasperation.
No matter how fine this man is, I will NOT be tolerating an idiot.
"What were we before?"
Fuck, awful word choice, Rem, Remus can practically hear Lily's voice scolding himself instead of his own.
A devilish smirk spreads across Sirius' face. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, handsome. So, got a name?"
Remus ultimately loses his composure. "R-Remus."
Sirius arches an elegant eyebrow. "R-Remus?" He repeats with a deliberate stutter. "You wouldn't happen to have a brother named Romulus, would you?"
The bartender groans, tossing a cleaning rag down, quite literally throwing in the towel. "Come off it, you git. Let me give you my number." His face is dusted in a light shade of pink.
Sirius' grin softens(but doesn't entirely fade), and he grabs a napkin and a sharpie, scribbling his name and number. "Demanding, are we?" He teases, now wanting to see how flustered he can make this 'Remus'.
It entirely backfires on him. "Oh, I'm very demanding," He murmurs, his voice dripping with innuendo as he leans forward against the bar, mirroring Sirius's posture. "Maybe you need a demonstration, love."
Sirius' jaw goes slack, but Remus isn't done. "Keep your mouth just like that and maybe you can sing for me later." He smirks, reveling in the deep red coloring Sirius' pale face. He reaches out and gently presses his index finger under Sirius' chin, closing the other man's mouth with utmost tenderness. "You'll catch flies, Sirius."
The man shakes his head slowly. "Fuck you, bloody tease."
Remus' grin widens. "That could be arranged, sweetheart."
Sirius' mouth goes dry. "Time and place?" He stammers, his heart in his throat.
