harry potter ϟ smut one shots

a night well needed.

cw: smoking, drinking, slight chocking, slight overstimulation

word count: 3602

(also, let's just pretend that while they're on his motorcycle that they're sober. thanks!)

the music was loud. echoed off the walls and carried through the room. the bang of the drum and the strums of electric guitars combined with the chatter of voices. the singer's voice—angelic beauty—was amplified by the microphone.

cigarette smoke hung around sirius. the fag was placed loosely in his hand, ember glowing at the end. his head swung to the beat of the song. let the girl's voice ring in his ears. hair, black as the sky outside, moved freely with him.

he closed his eyes, letting himself be absorbed by the ambience. the bar reeked of the sweet smell of cigarettes and booze. also sex. it distinctly smelled like sex.

he ignored it, though. continued moving his body against the people around him; for once letting himself indulge.

after all, there was a war going on. but he would grant himself a night of endorsing the pleasures of life just this once.

when his cigarette was nearly done, he threw it on the floor. dug it under his boot and reached in his pocket for a new one.

the current singer was still playing. she was enchanting to sirius.

she had skin the colour of chocolate. with the lighting of the bar, sirius could see the slight glow of sweat on her. her hair, perfect coils, were a halo around her sculpted face.

her eyes were closed as she sang, but when she opened them, the bright hazel colour locked with his.

his eyes were drawn to her lips as he sang. they were tinted with a slight red. when she wasn't singing she would lick her lips and danced along to her own voice.

her black dress clung to her body as she swayed. the leather jacket, nearly the same as his, was loose on her figure. sirius smirked as he moved closer, pushing his way past the sweaty, moving bodies.

when he got to the front of the make-shift stage, she got on her knees in front of him. her singing had stopped but the band still created a chaotic rhythm. he stood there, with a beer in his hand, as he let her push her hand through his hair, tugging at the roots so he threw his head back and groaned. he felt her let go and the absence of the cigarette in his other hand. sirius looked at her, then; saw smoke blow out of her mouth. he parted his, letting the smoke she had exhaled consume him.

she leaned closer, taking hold of his jacket and pulled him in until their lips were a breath away. sirius saw a faint smirk grace her lips as she leaned in.

their lips met and he could taste the faint flavour of scotch on her tongue. he stilled for a second before moving his lips against hers.

the song kept playing as they kissed. cheers sounded around them as they continued. he parted his lips so their tongues could meet. finally, the girl pulled away.

as she stepped back, sirius felt her reach into his pocket. he looked back up at her, watching as she smirked and moved off the stage.

the song was done now and the next band was beginning to set up. sirius stayed still for a second before moving over to the bar. he ordered another drink, downing it before remembering how she slipped something into his pocket.

he reached into the pocket of his leather jacket. his fingers grasped what seemed to be a piece of small paper and pulled it out.

he brought it close to his eyes and saw what he assumed was her handwriting.