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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/F, F/M, Multi Fandom: Overwatch_(Video_Game) Relationship: Widowmaker_|_Amélie_Lacroix/Lena_"Tracer"_Oxton, widowmaker/_gerard larcoix, Fareeha_"Pharah"_Amari/Angela_"Mercy"_Ziegler, Genji_Shimada/ Angela_"Mercy"_Ziegler, Aleksandra_Zaryanova/_hana_"D.Va"_song, Junkrat_| Jamison_Fawkes/Roadhog_|_Mako_Rutledge, Aleksandra_"Zarya"_Zaryanova/Mei- Ling_Zhou, Sombra/Satya_"Symmetra"_Vaswani Character: Lena_"Tracer"_Oxton, Aleksandra_Zaryanova, Hana_"D.Va"_Song, Angela "Mercy"_Ziegler, Widowmaker_|_Amélie_Lacroix, Gérard_Lacroix, Hanzo Shimada, Mei-Ling_Zhou, Soldier:_76_|_Jack_Morrison, Fareeha_"Pharah" Amari, Reaper_|_Gabriel_Reyes, Genji_Shimada, everyone_basically, Junkrat |_Jamison_Fawkes, Roadhog_|_Mako_Rutledge, Sombra_(Overwatch), Ana_Amari, Reinhardt_Wilhelm, Jesse_McCree Additional Tags: idk_what_this_is, AU, I_swear_to_god_everyone_is_somehow_friends, do_not try_Zarya, Highschool_AU, Gerard_is_alive_omh, Lena_is_a_musician, Lena is_a_guitarist, everyone_is_about_the_same_age, people_may_be_ooc_sorry, Lena_owns_three_sneks, Fluff, sum_stereotypical_shite, Bits_of_german, Masturbation, Mutual_Pining, teenage_dirtbag, Delinquent, Crying, Making Out, snek_-_Freeform, sum_good_rock_shit, this_may_or_may_not_end typically, Canon_Lesbian_Relationship, Bisexual_Character, Cuddling, Domestic, everyone_is_17+, Young_Genji, Trans_Character Stats: Published: 2016-06-02 Updated: 2017-04-09 Chapters: 8/? Words: 14472 ****** Teenage dirtbag ****** by Pyraus Summary Lena Oxton is a typical rebel, not showing up to class, smoking on premises ect but even when she thinks that she has all that she wants, A house to herself, friends, a stratocaster and good enough wifi to load enough pornhub for a while, she realises that she doesn't have one specific thing in her life. Amelie Notes Hi. Sorry I really don't know what this is! I've recently gotten into Overwatch and I wanted to make an AU which has been on my mind for a bit now Zarya is referred to as Aleks btw ***** Chapter 1 ***** Lena Oxton wasn’t a good girl, per se… Well scrap that entirely she’s rarely good and rarely in class to even misbehave in. Instead of attending class like she is supposed to, she’s usually sat atop the stairs- playing away on her blacktop Stratocaster with a measly cigarette propped between her lips- or Jimmying locks with an old bobby pin to get into the music rooms to play even louder than usual. “Alright luv?” She calls to a taller, sleeker girl who has now stopped in her path, bright golden eyes locking onto Lena’s soft brown ones.  “What are you doing?” She questions, eyes narrowing while an evident sigh slips past her lips. “Makin' music.” With a smile, her fingers shift to a C-chord before allowing it to quietly ring out, sounding more pathetic than actually impressive. Lena winces.  “Isn’t there a class for that?” quickly and with a smile, the sole of Lena's black vans grinds her stub of a cigarette out before she casts her gaze back up to the taller girl, who hadn’t moved. “Yeah, but it ‘aint enough.” The guitarist’s retort rouses a mildly surprised expression from the girl below her and taking her golden opportunity, she beckons the taller to come up. “I have class.” Her retort is as firm as a bone, Lena could actually do anything to challenge it. “Aw come back! I ‘eard that you’re pretty good at singing.” “I’d prefer singing summertime than teenage dirtbag which you seem to be. Now arivior.” The girl is a feline that had gotten a poor offer of a meal, skulking off without a single glance back.  Lunch emerges from the morning swiftly, beginning with Lena managing to swiftly zip her Stratocaster back into its case, put the school amp back as it usually was and race out of the room before anybody came in. An indulgent smile tugs at Lena's lips as her short calloused fingers are fluidly jabbing at a snack machine, widening when the cool sensation of a bottle of Coke slips into her hand, along with a cardboard sandwich box. “You got here early as usual.” With the familiar Siberian accent and a head of pink hair, Lena beams at her friend had arrived. “Aleks!” Her beam slowly tugs down into a grimace as her shoulders crack and groan from the wrath of the taller's biceps. "So, where's Hana?" She's instantly grateful when the jock releases her from a vice like death grip.  “Hana is her-” With a short whirl, which Lena leaps back from, Aleks hurries down the hallway only to return with the Korean beneath her arm who is too busy playing on her PsVita to even notice that she had been picked up. “Wait, where's Angela?” Lena interrogates the gamer while astoundedly observing the gamer slip down onto her feet without sparing a glance away from her device. “She’s got to work through a biology paper.” Hana responds as her fingers glide over the back of her device eliciting a range of bangs to come from the device leaving her other two friends to wait in their own silence for a few moments. "Well, it's too bad, gonna miss havin' Ange throwing notes and homework at me while I try to eat." The slight sarcasm garners a wolfish grin from Aleks, who merely resigns to spinning around and starting a conversation with Satya who's stood just behind her. "Oi Aleks, can ya stop tryin' to fuck the smart girl for her notes?" A flush instantly flares up on the Russian's cheeks before whirling around. "It's not like that! We're just chemistry partners." She retorts. "Oh sure thing. And pigs fly." Aleks merely pouts, mid turn to face the shorter girl, who waits patiently for Lena's teasing to subside. The guitarist herself resigns to merely gazing out at the growing masses of people. And more importantly a certain tall and moody girl barely paying heed to her shorter, smug companion as she divides her attention on speaking to other people in the halls and attempting to make her taller friend listen to her. Both do not go well.  “Oi, it’s you!” The brunette exclaims, suddenly leaping to attention and showcasing her best lopsided grin when the two pass. “Oh, it’s you.” The girl repeats, a more exasperated tone seeping through her voice and a frown pulls at her black lips.  “Do not talk to Lena like that Miss Priss.” Aleks grumbles earning the intruder’s perfectly shaped eyebrows to raise. “Easy easy, She’s a… Friend.” The tomboy announces, rousing a shocked expression to tug at Alek’s features and a schooled one on the intruders. Her friend merely doubles over laughing. "Oh sure chica, and pigs fly." "Oi that's my line!" Lena protests belligerently. “Really?” Aleks interrupts with a low question, eyes flitting back and fourth between her friend and the tall moody girl stood opposite her. “Yeah, and she even said that she was gonna sit with us today.” Another shit eating grin tugs at the Guitarist’s lips as a stifled groan and a blood freezing glare are shot at her. “Well Amelie, don’t sit next to me.” With her final statement, the tank of a girl clears a path for the group, barging people out of the way if they don’t step away in respect. "Well, Amelie, guess you're on your own." Her friend chuckles, slipping off into the masses of people just behind her. “Don’t ya just feel like Moses?” Lena smiles smugly while observing the mildly impressed expression of Amelie who she falls into step with. “Nothing special.” Her response is nonchalant and divided with a small swig at a bottle of lemon water. “Why did you call me a friend?” The taller queries, suddenly turning to face Lena. “I didn’t wanna see that pretty face of yours smashed in innit?” Casually dropping the compliment, the brunette jams her hands into the pockets of her dark ripped jeans and walks on, leaving Amelie to contemplate the ulterior motive in the gesture.    The hill which they seat themselves on is soft with green avocado grass and shaded with an oak tree swaying placidly in the gentle summer’s breeze and it overlooks the rest of the academy. Different circles form on the grass below, or, if popular enough, lining up on the bleachers. "Ok ok so, what kind of abs do you have Aleks?" Hana asks, smashing the silent barrier and rousing a mildly confused look to pop up on all three of her companion's faces. "Six pack." She replies with an eventual carelessness and with a rough tug, her T shirt crumples in her grip, exposing her slightly sweat shined six pack. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, nothing." Hana returns her gaze on her handheld device, schooling the slight flush on her face. With a sharp bark of a laugh, the guitarist slips the device from the Singer’s hands and begins to fiddle with the buttons. Crimson stains the gamer's cheeks as blood would on a carpet. “You're... Noting this down?” The brunette questions, only to be ignored. "It's for a friend!" She retorts abashedly, avoiding Lena's gaze. However, when her almond gaze returns to the gamer, another fit of laughs breaks from her lungs resulting in Alec joining in and Amelie sighing in exasperation. “You’re bloody priceless luv.” With a slightly trembling hand, the device is given back and stashed in the pocket of her hoodie while her pink 3ds rests on her lap. “Girls always come prepared.” Hana comments, sitting back against the rough bark of the tree.  They eat in silence, Lena casually stuffing her chips in her mouth and then carelessly tossing the wrapper behind her. “What are you doing?” The korean questions, lashing out to catch the wrapper in the gust of wind. “Someone will pick it up for me.” She responds nonchalantly earning a sharp slap to the back of the head from Amelie. “What do you think you’re doing?! You’re the reason why birds are dying!” With a hiss the French girl shoots her a poisonous look until the packet is taken from Hana's hands and stuffed it into Lena's back pocket. “Jesus luv, what did the birds ever do to help you?” The small twinge of haste dims the mood for a few moments before the brunette returns to her chirpy self.  “Aleks luv, what class is next?” A chirp sounds from Lena while she rests over her brawny friend’s shoulder and her nimble fingers pick out a small strip of bacon from Aleks' half eaten sandwich. “You’re planning to go to class?!” Both Hana and Amelies’ voices blend together perfectly creating a duet of shock. “Depends on what’s next loves.” A knowing smile spreads upon her lips while she waits for Alek's response. “Music then gym.”  She responds before her teeth dig into the sandwich once again.. “Sounds like my kinda gig innit.” “Word.” With a grin, the largest girl rises to her feet, not caring that the small Brit is literally hanging off of her cheering.  “Does that happen… A lot?” Amelie finds herself questioning Hana who only nods in reply before growing a few inches in height and descending down the hill in pursuit of the other two.   ===============================================================================     For Amelie, music class had never been so… Loud and even as the teacher had dismissed them to go and learn a song to compose, it only grew louder from the other room where the crash of drums and a loud scream of an amp roars through the thick walls and when Amelie strolls past the room, she’s eagerly beckoned by Lena to come in. Apprehensively, her soft fingers fan out against the door and presses revealing the trio setting up. “Great, we needed a singer.” With a prize winning smile, the rebel’s dexterous fingers work at the small knobs on the amp before standing back with pride. “Right love, before you go off and play yer little beetshovin shite, type in Money. This should get ya on the same page!" A simple sigh escapes from the singer’s lips as she treads over to the computer and quickly splays her fingers across the keyboard.  “Beethoven is not shit I will have you know.” She retorts, snorting between the keyboard clacks and quick chucks that are thrown from the guitar amp. “Pink Floyd?” Amelie asks, eyeing the furious nod which Lena gives, her eyes glinting in pure excitement as the singer clicks the link. Then, without warning, music floods into the room and the brunette’s grin spreads even more upon her features while her fingers shift in place, matching the chords that jive from the speaker and into the room. “C’mon Hana!” Lena’s encouragement fails to set her fingers off task and even as she walks towards the girl who holds the bass so tightly to her chest, her fingers stay completely focused, playing the notes with immaculate precision. Finally, after what seems like an age, the girl begins to play, fingers tangling and stunting occasionally which is then when Lena begins to play the melody in time with her friend.  “How'd you know when to come in?" Lena calls over the blend of music and a confused Amelie attempting to work out the chords on the keyboard. "You ask me this, yet you know that this is one of my favourite songs." She responds with equal vigour, keeping her time on the snare and cymbals to keep the song alive. “Yeah yeah that’s it!” Her eyes are now ablaze, gleaming a molten zircon and even her little leap in the air rouses a smile from all three of them. “We’re gonna need that voice now!” Lena grins while mashing the heel of her foot down on the black mouse, stopping the original track, not that it was actually needed.  Amelie’s fingers are swift on the keyboard and almost instantly, the lyrics are splayed out onscreen. Hesitation fills up Amelie to the brim, churning aggressively in her gut and freezing her lips in place. “If you can’t be arsed to do it, then just pull out if you want!” Energy thrums through Lena’s five foot four body and even as she twirls, giggling due to her feet being tangled up in the guitar lead yet still she plays. With her chocolate orbs covered by her eyelids and a relaxed grin pulls at her lips, the singer can’t help but wonder what’s so great about playing this kind of music.  An hour easily slinks by, and by the time Amelie finally has an idea to her own question, a ball is hurtling at her face way to quickly for her own reaction time and so, her eyes scrunch and nerves prickle, waiting for the impact. However, it never comes. “OUT.” The cheer erupts from the rebel’s mouth, followed by a few sharp barks of laughter and a growl of annoyance from the girl on the opposing team as she supposedly trudges off of the court. “Keep your eyes open and on the balls luv.” The cocky remark fades quickly after it emerges and when Amelie’s eyes do finally open, Lena is mid dive on the floor, weakly tossing a ball at someone’s legs and smirking when the ref calls out.  “Next match!” The brunette yells after her tongue stretches out of her mouth at Alec and Hana who spring back to their own team. “Leave everything to me.” With a wide smile, she turns to face the other side of the bench, smirking like a lynx upon spotting its prey. However, when the gym door swings open, and Angela strides through, the brunette is a puppy, racing up to the blonde and leaping into her arms. “Angela!” With a strong hand and a doting friend, the girl is set up beside Lena. “Mein gott Lena, it is great to see you but do you really want to make your nose bleed?” With a knowing scoff, Angela pats her friend on the back. “Gotta take one for the team innit?” and with her brief explanation, she hurtles forward, grasping two balls and leaping back, a wild look tainting her features.  With the final person out, the rebel smirks due to her newly earned smugness yet swiftly slips out of the gym doors and whispers her goodbyes to her close friends before slinking out of sight. Only when Amelie pokes her head through the door does she spot the flash of brunette hair which disappears behind the wall.  ‘What a strange girl…’                                             ***** Chapter 2 ***** Chapter Summary There was an attempt to sort out the spacing. Also drugs yay Chapter Notes This is my first time writing a masturbation scene so... ah enjoy! This chapter is a short one but eh She’s encompassed by freshly painted white walls, mahogany stair rails, a fire escape and a wide window displaying the quiet streets which are almost deserted on the summer's morning. The only thing that actually battles the sterile silence is the muted chords which effortlessly roll from the strings of a black top Stratocaster, her black top Stratocaster. “Mornin’ luv.” Lena’s soprano voice rings through the stairs rousing the attention of both Amelie and Mei who poke their heads around the bend of the stairs. “You’re not coming to class?” The French accent bounces around the pristine walls before Lena responds. “What is it?” “Physics.” With a cheeky grin, the shorter girl grows a few inches and slips her guitar back into its case. “What? Spacey shit?” The brunette asks while deftly bounding up the stairs and into step with the two girls. “The solar system.” Mei confirms as she timidly scrolls through her phone, constantly flicking her eyes back up to the clock by the window. “We late or somethin’?” A nudge sends a small spark down poor Mei’s spine and her little leap doesn’t go unnoticed. “Non, we are not.” Amelie scoffs slightly while resting a seemingly comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Lenaaaa!!!!” Both girls are squealing before the brunette even comes into the science classroom. Few eyebrows are raised as she and Angela bump chests, grinning from ear to ear. “She comes to class now?” echoes throughout the room and a pair of mascara heavy eyes stay put on Lena’s wide smile.  The smile on the guitarist’s features is easy, laid back and even as the girl swiftly pulls a stool from another table, she handles herself with the same calm mannerism. “Lena, you took my seat.” Amelie deadpans while finally getting to the back, weaving in and out of various people huddled close to the guitarist. She's seated beside Alek at the corner of the table, and supposedly enjoys gazing out of the transparent doors from time to time. “Wanna share luv? You can sit on my lap.” A coy smile and a wink form on the canvas of Lena’s face and with slightly spread legs and a welcoming pat, a snort is roused from the singer as she remains stood by her seat. Suddenly, silence intoxicates the room and all but a single click of footsteps as the teacher enters. “Good morning class.” A well spoken voice greets, only to be responded with a silent group of teens all in their seats, all but one and even as the teacher’s frozen blue orbs pan around the room, nobody makes a distraction to buy some time for the two.  With a squeak of protest which is shoved back down her throat, Amelie’s seated firmly on Lena’s lap where her hips wiggle due to the lack of comfort the guitarist’s firm hold brings her. “Luv I’d really suggest that you don’t wiggle around like that.” After suppressing a groan, the brunette’s soft red lips brush against the singer’s cute ears and a small quiver overtakes her body. “Why not?” This time, a small smirk tweaks at the girl’s lips and her hips jive once more, deviously grinding down onto Lena’s crotch. Taking initiative, the brunette’s face hides within the confines of the taller’s back and another small groan is sucked up by the black fabric of the girl’s shirt.  A sideways glance is spared from her pink haired friend and with a pleading expression tugging at her features. “Need a piss.” The brunette manages to whisper while Alec’s eyes stay firmly planted on the board which now displays billions of tiny galaxies. “Go then.” With a firm whisper of encouragement and the intense fiery feeling that flares in the pit of her stomach burning ever hotter, Lena gently presses onto the taller girl’s back before slipping off of the chair.   ===============================================================================    The lock on the end toilet stall is flimsy and barely manages to hold the door shut yet it somehow suffices for Lena who barely manages to get her shorts and pants off of her hips. The fabric creates a contrasting lake of black and blue against white as a soft groan slips from her throat as her throbbing length is greeted by the cool air sourced from the ajar window at the end of the bathroom. With clacking knees and a hot heavy breath, a pad of calloused skin swipes up her length resulting in a jolt of both surprise and pleasure to rocket down her spine and a low groan to stretch from her slightly ajar lips. “Shit.” Already aware that her phone is tucked away in the confines of her backpack, which is hanging off of her guitar case, the teen is stranded with no material to help her handle her problem. “What the fuck do I do now?” The quiet whisper to herself rouses a small memory to brush behind her eyelids. It’s of Amelie, sipping her drink innocently. However, in the haze of her mind the only thing that really stands out is the girl’s pillowy lips and how they’d feel so soft and warm around her leaking tip. “O-Oh bugger.” Her breath barricades her throat and her fist clasps around her twitching dick, brushing up and twisting slightly at the head scoring a low, long moan to roll out like smoke in a room. Soon after, another plume of imagination seeps before her eyes. This time it’s of Amelie between her legs, slowly and gently bobbing back and fourth, taking her cock like a champ, staring up at Lena through her thick heavy lashes and releasing a small moan which sends shocks which race to the tips of the guitarist’s toes. Then however, she speeds up. A lewd variant of slurping and moaning infects her hazy mind as she releases a range of soft moans into the empty bathroom.  “F-Fuck!” After a few minutes, her hand jerks at an impressive speed rousing a variation of moans and their echoes, racing after the original voice like lovestruck fans. “S-Shit! A-Amelie!” With her cry, her orgasm hits her. Hard. Her hips cant forwards like an untamed stallion while she twitches, once, twice three times before ejaculating her sticky problem all over her hand. By the time her explosive climax had finally floated her down, leaving her in the fluffy clouds of post orgasm drowsiness, her trembly fingers are fiddling with the faucet’s knobs and held underneath the warm water, cleansing them of sin.  After a good five minutes of looking, the brunette finally finds the four walking down the hall in silence, engulfed among the throng of chattering people who don’t really have anywhere to go for break. “Hey you.” Lena tries to swat away the awkward butterflies which flutter in the pit of her stomach while falling into step with the raven haired girl who is fiddling with an extra hair band on her wrist. “What were you doing? You missed an hour and fifty minutes of the lesson!” The girl exclaims, mildly shocked at her friend’s disappearance. ‘Wanking at the thought of you sucking my clit love.’ Mentally, she slaps herself and piles up the shards of her mind.  “Went for a piss, then I lost my way back to class. So, I walked around for a while.” With a cheeky grin, the brunette waits for a response which is only a mere sigh and a nod. “We missed you in Physics, sir caught Aleks watching porn.” Aleks lets out a laugh, rousing a sigh and an eye roll from Angela beside her. “It wasn’t porn, it was a moaning video on youtube mein gott.” The blonde’s sudden announcement elicits a trademark smirk from the short brunette as she leaps at the two. “How’d you know that luv?” “There wasn’t enough… other sounds for it to be porn.” “Okay… pervert” The tallest of the four pipes up, rousing a short burst of laughs to explode from both of them. "Anyway, I'm going to find my... Friend." Akin to a lightning bolt, the soft smile that tugs at Amelie's face vanishes almost instantly, and she's already by Sombra's side. "Ay ay Chica, where were you before school?" Sombra's question was direct, yet didn't catch Amelie off guard at all, only a throwaway glance to be spared for the girl. "I wasn't in the mood to be selling today, Oliva." The hacker sighs and tapers off into some soft albeit feral growl. "You know Gabi won't give you a cut of the money if you don't show up." "Liv, don't you think that it's time for us to stop playing this Talon game?" Violet irises flick and rest on gold ones. Sombra shakes her head. "Gabi was right. The game's getting good now; the rich academy kids are investing and we're still operating here. As long as we stay in school and out of the streets we'll be free to make as much cash as we want." "Oui but do you know how difficult it is to get cocaine?" "That's where I come in." "Olivia!" Amelie protests defiantly, turning a few heads. "What? I've been in this game longer than you! All we gotta do is go see Mako in the alleyway near his house and pick up from him." "I presume that he's getting a cut from it now." "And his boyfriend Jamison." Amelie groans. "Oh, so you care about the cut now?" She scowls down at the hacker, gaze piercing the shorter's. "Anyway it's fine. Now we've got the rich kids hooked, we're gonna raise the prices to fifty dollars a key." A set of perfectly maintained eyebrows rise at the announcement. "And you think that will work?" "It's Gabi, he knows what he's doing." As soon as Sombra begins to tangent, the taller's gaze flicks and bounds around the halls which grow progressively more animated as soon as the bell rings to symbolise the end of lunch. yet as soon as she enters the math classroom, her eyes snag on a guitar case disappearing up the fire escape  Lena isn’t there for math, not ever enjoying the subject anyway and instead, she’s sat on the school’s roof, tinkering around on her phone and attempting not to think about her French friend in any way possible. Idly, her thumb flicks to and fro her screen, and her face contorts into a stupid one while taking the photo. Yet, the beauty still haunts the brunette’s mind when she’s typing her caption “The roof is lit” and tapping on Hana’s snap icon and sending her the image to the gamer. Even when she gets a snap from her friend back, showing her pink 3ds and the animal crossing tea party she’s having, Amelie’s still there in the back of her mind.  “Fuck it.” With a huff and a forty minute timer set on her phone, her head disappears beneath her tan leather jacket and the world goes black. ***** Chapter 3 ***** Chapter Notes back! my updates may be lessened due to school coming back up! this chapter is set after three weeks of Lena meeting Amelie and is on a friday. If you enjoy, leave a kudos <3 btw I wrote this at 2:30 AM so if it's bad then sorry!!! She wakes before noon, grumbling incoherently in the soft confines of her bedsheet before deactivating the alarm set on her phone with a few clumsy swipes. Once her hazel brown orbs are exposed to the burning light rays which stream through the window, they instantly retreat and a hiss escapes past the girl’s lips until a few seconds later, they’re revealed again. Her fingers are clumsy and it takes a few attempts, and a string of curses, to get her translucent green lighter to produce a flame beneath the Marlboro cigarette which is propped between her soft lips. The puffs of smoke that billow from her nose are pure white and blend easily in with the atmosphere soon after they’re produced, leaving space for more to swirl around the brunette while she sits cross-legged on her bed and observes the great snakes of cloud slither past through her slightly ajar window. Various posters are splayed upon the wall, sprawling as far up until the walls meet the ceiling, depicting various things from guitars to the nuka cola girl in fallout. A low ice white cabinet is cold to the touch as Lena traces her fingers on the surface and down the stickers after gently setting down her cigarette in an ash tray on her bedside table (parallel to the cabinet). The brunette’s fingers dip in the glass notch of the vivarium and with a soft and gentle tug of her digits, a fraction of the glass slides away, allowing her free hand to gently pick up her coiled reptile. The midnight black and the thick strips of scaly white contrast with Lena’s cream skin when it gently slithers and coils around her arm until finally, the serpent reaches the brunette’s soft shoulders, winding its long body around the back of her neck and resting its head on the other shoulder. “Good morning Stormtrooper.” With a laid back smile, she softly pets the snake’s small head, grinning when its forked tongue flicks out on her fingers. However, with the swift yet rapt knock on the door, the brunette has no choice but to hurry down the stairs and fling the door open revealing both Hana and Amelie stood on the doorstep. “What are you doin’ ‘ere loves?” Lena questions, while quickly letting her friends inside to roam around. “Amelie insisted that she gives you her class notes to copy.” The gamer responds as she gently pets the python’s head before entering the living room. “Trust me, no baby snakes here.” The brunette’s assurance brings ease to Hana but confusion to Amelie as she cocks her head to one side, raising an eyebrow. “Baby snakes? Mon amie why would there be baby snakes in the sofa?”  “I bred two of my snakes, Stormtrooper and Leviathan, and Stormtrooper ended up laying her clutch in this sofa.” Lena’s laugh is soft while she observes the singer’s baffled expression. “This is Stormtrooper.” With a slow movement, the guitarist picks up the female python and sets her down onto her lap for the girl to see. A slightly shocked expression contorts upon Amelie’s features as the serpent rises its head in curiosity and flicks its tongue at the air. “There’s nothin’ to fret about love; she’s really friendly.” With a soft smile, the brunette gently takes the singer’s hand and rests it on part of the snake’s long noodle of a body.  The reptile’s scales are oddly smooth on the girl’s fingertips and even as it does nothing to stop her from petting the top of its head, Amelie’s strokes are apprehensive and mildly jerky, waiting for the snakebite that never actually comes. “The one over there is Leviathan.” Immediately, Hana’s gaze trains over to the Vivarium where the male barely shows.  “He’s a shy one.” Lena comments as she slowly hands the singer, who subconsciously takes, the female. “See, nothin’ to worry about luv.” The poor girl’s pupils turn to pools of black as she stares down at the ball python now coiling around her arm and resting on her right shoulder. “How large is she?!” Amelie asks, still freaking out about the snake on her arm rousing a chuckle from the guitarist. “Four foot six last time I checked.” The response is chilled out and even as the French girl continues to stare at the reptile waiting for it to strike at her, it still doesn’t come. “Lena, what games do you have on your ps4?” Hana finally pipes up after looking up from her phone and seating herself on the floor. “I got fallout.” She replies, not at all caring about the fact that she’s not even dressed, only adorned in a loose T shirt and a pair of boxers. “Dragon age, witcher blah blah.” With a grin and a small beep, the tv flickers to life. “No sharing of class notes then?” Grinning slyly, the brunette lies back on the couch as her eyes are stuck to the screen. “I can just leave them here for you.” Amelie replies while finally allowing the reptile to rest on her shoulder as she sinks further into the worn leather sofa. “By the way Hana” Amelie begins as she apprehensively strokes the snake’s head. “Hm?”  The gamer responds, keeping her eyes trained on the deathclaw that she’s frantically running away from in game. “How did you know where I live?” “You live opposite me. I could see you from the window.” With a laugh, the girl goes back to pulling out a minigun and mowing the beast down. “How could I forget?” Silence lapses back into place after a short while and Lena disappears upstairs to put Stormtrooper back in her vivarium leaving her two friends to themselves.  “Are you over Gerard?” Hana suddenly pipes up, piquing the interest of the singer as she stares up from her phone. “Oui. When he had… exchanged schools… He turned bad and ever since then I haven’t spoken to him. However, I do miss the times where we were together, he always was such a gentleman.” Hana only nods, not tearing her eyes away to screen for a moment as to three mutant dogs ambush her. “So you’re kind of not over him?” The gamer questions, leaning her head back onto the couch after mowing each dog down in turn. “I’m not sure of my feelings yet.” Amelie confirms as she gracefully shuffles over for Lena to sprawl on her own couch.   “Mon amie, where are your parents?” The brit’s short, sharp bark of a laugh elicits a quick flinch from the singer and even Hana’s small cadences of laughs mingles with the brutish sound. “Well if you class my grandpa who’s in Barcelona as someone who lives with me then not here.” “On holiday?” Amelie questions, slightly abashed at the fact that she’s out of the loop. “No luv! I live here! He moved out the day I turned sixteen. He still pays the bills god luv ‘im.” With a prize winning grin upon Lena’s expression, she goes back to staring down at her phone, rapidly typing something the other two remain silent. Amelie slowly slips her phone out of her pocket, noting the missed call from Gabriel and takes to tapping a response to him.  “You know last week Aleks crashed at mine.” Hana finally announces after a few minutes, rousing the brit’s attention and her hazel eyes to flit down to the gamer. “Why?” “Her mom had an argument and they’re not on good terms.” Hana responds, carefully observing Lena’s expression while the game loads in another bomb blitzed location. “Ah. I should probably call her.” The bed headed brunette responds as she casually rises to her feet, bringing the phone to her ear and nervously waiting for her friend to pick up, unkowing that a pair of golden eyes are trained on her when she stalks out of the room.  “Aleks, luv.” Amelie doesn’t get a clear view of the brunette but she does pick up on the orange flame and a small puff of smoke. A string of “Yeah’s.” Choruses from Lena’s mouth with few intervals and then finally a “Just grab a duffel bag of stuff and come over. I don't mind havin' you.” and a short laugh and a brief goodbye, the brunette comes back into the room, the cigarette still propped between her lips and producing that deadly white smoke. However, both Hana and Amelie don’t voice their protests, even when the guitarist seats herself on the olive recliner in the corner and contently puffs away.  “Hey Lena.” Idly, a pair of chestnut orbs drag onto the gamer who doesn’t respond to her gesture. “Yeah?” She responds while drawing the cigarette away from her mouth to blow out a particularly large plume of smoke. “Why do you keep that record player?” The Korean interrogates, gently gesturing at the 1920’s gramophone which gracefully dominates the small corner of the room with a curt nod. “It looks good there.” Nonchalantly, Lena shrugs the topic off, turning back to the tv screen to watch the events of the glowing sea unfurl and every few minutes or so she'd spare long gazes at Amelie, who was contently texting and glancing at the tv screen.  By the time evening rolls around, Hana leaves with a swift “Shit” and “see you Monday” after an extremely panicked string of Korean curses down her phone leaving the two to stay in an oddly comfortable silence, with Lena texting Angela and Amelie flicking through the pages of a light novel which she had gotten from her bag. “Hey Amelie?” The guitarist questions and has to cover up the splash of red upon her cheeks as those pair of innocent golden eyes peek up from her book and the adorable expression upon her features is innocent like that of a deer’s.  “Hm?” she responds, still peeking at Lena from her book. “Do you want to stay for the night?” A perfect black eyebrow arches elegantly leaving the brunette to ungracefully sputter on nothing. “What are you implying?” the French girl questions as she attempts to school the growing smirk that rises upon her features. “N-Nothing! I-it’s just gonna get dark soon a-and I’ve got to look after Aleks when she gets here so I can't walk ya home.”  A small smile twitches at Amelie's lips as she softly shakes her head. "That is very kind of you, mon amie but I intend to call my dear friend Gabriel to pick me up." The rejection was light hearted and left Lena with a slightly dimmer smile than usual. "That's alright. Feel free to stay for as long as you want though." and with her statement, Lena idly begins to turn on her PS4 again and load a new videogame. Silence engulfs them for another hour or so and their rescuer is no-one other than Aleks who knocks on the door hard enough to break it down sending poor Lena three inches into the air and scattering to the door. With an easy grin and a steeled body, the short brunette steps aside for her muscular friend to enter the house. “Sorry about this Little one.” “It’s fine luv, stay as long as you like.” Aleks immediately goes off to shower and heads to the guest room with a brief “Hey Amelie.” and both Amelie and Lena stand over the couch, with the taller mumbling an abashed hello in return. It takes little time for Gabriel to appear outside of the door, honking a few times in his car. "Come on Guillard, I don't have all night to be chaperoning you around." "What? Are you going to suck Jack's dick tonight?" She cockily calls back before offering a small wave and a soft thanks to Lena stood baffled at the door. "See ya on monday." A few moments later, Lena's giant of a friend appears behind her, in only a pair of boxers and an oversized stussy t shirt which she claimed was from a prior girlfriend. "So, I'm guessing that Guillard is gone then." "You guessed right mate." she grinned while retreating from the hallway and back into the living room. "Is it not a bit late for her to be walking home by herself?" Aleks suddenly queries as she slowly follows Lena up to her bedroom, chuckling at the shelved pairs of sneakers on the walls, the closets filled with expensive clothes, her couch, her desk and her king sized bed. "I now see why you chose the attic as yours." "Yeah but Gabriel picked her up in his car so it's all good." She responded before chuckling in response to Alek's statement. "Yeah, it's a big place." After fishing out two ice cold cans of beer from her mini fridge, both Lena and Aleks turn to idly lying on her couch, glancing at the movie playing every so often. "You know, I thought that Amelie and her friends sold drugs." "Probably do." Lena replies casually. "If you hang around Reyes, you're probably gonna either buy sell or work for him." Aleks grunts as she sips her beer once again. "I could never imagine someone like Amelie Guilliard taking drugs, letalone selling it." "Nah she's not the one selling. Olivia and Gabirel do that, Amelie simply lays low and stores it, acts as a distraction and shit." "So she's like a drug mule." "A very pretty one, yeah." Aleks laughs. "Damn, so when are we gonna have this bash?" "Next weekend, you know the drill. Hana has one tomorrow night cuz her parents are away at some relative's funeral in Korea and then its my bash next week." "Party at Hana's place. Its huge enough to house two hundred people." "That's why the whole school's invited." "Tomorrow's gonna be lit. "Yeah." ***** Chapter 4 ***** Chapter Notes Enjoy and leave a kudos <3<3 The afternoon is warm when Lena and Aleks trot up to Hana’s house, unfazed by its sheer size and perfect white exterior. Lena waves to the gardener, who offers one back before busying himself with maintaining a bunny shaped hedge. The lawn is freshly trimmed and lush from the dozens of sprinklers around the peramiter. Aleks presses the doorbell. In a matter of seconds, the gamer is already at the door, smiling and stepping out of the doorway. “Alright noobs, I promised that I’d stream the party setup for my followers so I hope you like being on the net.” With a simple flick of a controller and a gentle toss, the drone that was resting dormantly on the small table in the middle of the foyer quickly buzzed to life. With a prize winning grin, Aleks winks at the camera, while Lena waves with a chuckle. “So these are some of my friends and they’re gonna help me out with the most intensive part of the setup, getting the sound system in here.” The guitarist’s eyes sparkle with some sort of awoken glee, and she instantly turns to Hana. “So who’s gigging?” “Oh I’ve got a DJ this time.” Her response is casual, and is accompanied by a soft giggle before she leads them into the large kitchen and into the back yard. “DJ?” Lena echoes, surprise easily creeping into her tone. “Yeah he goes to that Arktoss academy place.” “Oh.” Before the two other girls could reply, Aleks had already gotten hold of a huge speaker, and begun carrying it inside as if it weighed nothing. “Where do you need this?” “Just under a staircase.” She replied before observing her friend set the speaker down at the base of the left staircase before shoving it behind and going to get the other one. “So What do ya need helpin’ With luv?” Leanna question was lighthearted and instantly replied to. “If you can get a fold up table from the maintenance guy and put it at the top of the second floor hallway that would be great.” Her work was quick, and in a matter of minutes she had the table up and secured. XxX A few fleeting hours flew by until the main setup was complete, and so the three casually lay beside Hana’s pool, sighing in content. “So, you think this bash is gonna be good?” Lena asks in a half assed manner between slow puffs of inflating a crocodile pool float and tossing it into the water. “Obvs, at least two hundred people are gonna show up.” Hana grinned in reply, frantically typing on her phone. “Are you sure that you are going to have enough alcohol to sustain that amount of people?” “Don’t worry,” the faint beep of a car sounds over Hana’s voice, and a smile tugs at her lips. “I have a backup supply.” “Jack!” Her voice conveyed a tone of glee, and her chocolate brown eyes sparkled at the kegs of beer in the back of his pickup truck. “It’s good to see you again kid.” He chuckled before casually lifting a keg out of the back. “You’re the best.” She chuckles while noting Aleks grip a keg with one hand, using the other to slap the older boy on the back. “It is good to see you again.” “Likewise Aleksandra.” With an easygoing grin and a small grunt, both kegs were quickly secured in the foyer. “I also got you a couple bottles of vodka and stuff, just like you asked.” “Gee jack how’d you get all this?” With a confident smile and a soft trot, Lena has her arms bundled full of tequila, which she dutifully relays to the kitchen with the blonde close behind, handling a case of whiskey beneath his arm. “Getting it all from the convenience store wasn’t an option; I had to convince Reinhardt that this was for a frat party back on campus, and not here.” “Damn, Rein’s a nice guy.” “Yeah, but he rambles about beer a little too much.” With all of the alcohol loaded into the fridge and stored, Hana had slapped a few notes into his hand before trapping the student in a warm embrace. “Thanks jack.” “Don’t sweat it kid.” And with the deep purr of an engine, the blonde had gone. “So, we getting ready or what?” “You betcha.” The house was silent save for the thumping of feet up the staircases and the click of hana’s room door opening. “Okay so what are you guys wearing to this bash?” Hana queries as her eyes train on the huge duffel bag that Aleks has slung around her back. “Ya already know that I’m bustin’ out my yellow stüssy tee, my basquiat sweatshirt and some black ripped.” Lena grins as each article of clothing is gently tugged from the duffel bag. “I have my olive Adidas sweatshirt and the yellow champion sweatshirt with the ripped.” She adds casually. Hana is quick to slip open the doors of her walk in closet, quickly tugging out a plaid skirt, some fishnets, a white nike crop top and a baggy black bape track jacket. “You know, I never thought I’d actually have a bape collab.” She states as both of her friends roll their eyes in unison. “Hmm, you are big gamer icon. It is not too surprising.” Aleks retorts with a small smile. “I still have the one that you gave me for my birthday.” “Oh my god yeah! I forgot that I got you one!” Lena chuckles while her fingers contort a small heart shape. Hana flips her off before slipping into her en suite and starting up the shower. “You’re In to Hana aren’t ya?” Lena questions with a cocky smile slapped on her face. “That is for me to know and you to find out.” She replies with a smug grin. “Anyway I may find a little academy cutie to swoon.” A fit of giggles wracks through Lena’s small body. “You fuckgirl.” “Lena you are not innocent too you know.” A soft chide sounded from the taller as she tugs her black t shirt over her head and casually fishes a can of deodorant from her bag. “Yeah Yeah, I ain’t no saint either.” A small smile tugs at Lena’s lips as she mimics her friend’s actions and gratefully takes the deodorant can from Aleks after the jock was done with it. “So do you know any academy girls?” “A few, but not many. Most of them are annoying and do not like to get their hands dirty or hair wet.” Adorably, Alek’s small button nose scrunches up and creases as she tugs her shirt and pants on in succession. “So they’re pillow princesses?” With a feisty wink and a grin, Lena was already dressed and ready, which left her huge friend almost baffled about how she got dressed so swiftly. “Da. I may or may not know some of them coming tonight.” With a soft click, the en suite bathroom door swings open, revealing a clean and party ready Hana, who’s in the middle of tying her hair up into panda buns. “Lookin’ good.” Lena compliments, Aleks nods in agreement. “Likewise.” She grins in thanks before rushing down the corridor and slipping down the stairs. “I feel like tonight’s gonna be pretty lit.” ***** Chapter 5 ***** Chapter Notes I'm back! Studies and stuff stopped me from working on this as much and as frequently as I would like but I just have one more month to go! Anyway I'm thinking of doing a collection with this AU alongside other fics to go with their respective pairings. I'll probably do it if i get enough support. Anyway please leave a kudos if you enjoyed ^^ The incantation of nightfall bought groups of eager partygoers in their tens, and in turn bought a bunch of rowdy cheers. After the first wave of people, the knock on the door reveals a short boy, about Lena's height caressing a laptop as if his life depended on it. A baggy Commes de garcon t shirt is slung over his shoulders and hung loosely over his torso, overlapping with his baggy camo pants and some hi tops just where they ended. "Lucioo, so glad you could make it." Hana grins while offering him a beer and ushering him up the staircase. "Coolio, glad to be playing for this gig." He responds with a small smile, while Hana's two friends tail her. "Oh and if you need anything, just ask me Lena or Aleks. We got your back." She introduces the two with a throwaway gesture and a chuckle as she leaves him to plug his laptop into the sound system. "Right, I'm gonna find me some good pussy." Lena's smirk and fleeting glance flicks to the door, where even more people are flooding into the house. The three split, already complimenting and chatting with their classmates and familiar faces yet all three aren't ready to face the victorious roar that erupts from their guests when the sound of modern house floods the mansion. Nobody checks the time, and so what seems like mere minutes of drinking and dancing ticks by with no effort at all. After checking her phone, Lena's already swinging open the door, revealing the edgy squad appear on the lawn, not bothering to stare back at the few partygoers leaning back and smoking on the front lawn. "You here to sell or party?" The brunette questions, now leaned against the doorframe, observing their attire. Oliva's (Sombra's) attire is either black or green; ripped fishnets reveal her caramel legs before stopping at her studded converse and at the other end, a short plaid skirt leads onto an olive green puma crop top. A nike track jacket- obviously too large to properly fit her- slung over her shoulders, ending at mid thigh and obviously kept her warm. In turn, Gabriel's skinny black jeans hug his legs much like his tight fitting Versace t shirt, also black. "I do not see why it cannot be both." When Amelie steps forward, the guitarist's mouth turns arid. A large Bape T shirt is twisted at the bottom and tied just above the girl's flat midriff while a short pencil skirt hugs her hips followed by a pair of stockings and some platforms. Her mascara wing is effortlessly painted on and flicked. Rather than coming up with a witty remark, the brunette merely steps aside and allows the three to get to work. "You're so gay." With a deep laugh, Aleks hands her a freshly poured tequila shot, which she gratefully accepts. "Anyway, come chill with us." Aleksandra sports a confident smile as she approaches a group of unfamiliar academy girls. "Lena, meet Emiko, Laura, Mona, Iza and Emily." "Nice to meet ya." She chuckles while offering a trademark salute. All of the girls giggle in response as they shyly shuffle to the arms of the large chair they were perched on in order for Aleks to sit down. Each set of chocolate and icy blue eyes are trained on the smug jock, who revels in the attention, chuckling when each of them give a playful squeeze of her biceps. Lena adopts a spot against a bookcase, eyes flicking to each pretty girl, and rests on the perfect freckled face adorned in a ginger mane. Her eyes are the perfect light jade, and her lips are perfectly pillowy. Almost soft to look at, let alone to probably touch. 'I wonder what her tongue tastes like...' Her mind wanders, and she lets it, imagining what it'd be like to completely dominate the pretty girl. Lena represses a shudder as the tail end of Alek's story rolls into her ears. "And then I was like: I can bench more than you." A melody of giggles float over the faint beat of a chill track. "Yeah, she's cool though. I lift with her now." "Mmm why don't you compete? You'll do well enough." Iza questions softly as her doe brown eyes flutter and she leans closer towards the jock, who shrugs in response. "Might do next year, depends though." She responds before quickly rising to her feet as a certain egyptian trots past her. "Anyway, I shall see you ladies later." With a well timed wink and a quick clasp of Fareeha's hand when she turns around, Aleks vanishes into the crowd. Their gazes shift over to Lena. "So, what do you like?" It's mona's time to ask while her piercing blue eyes bore into Lena's own. "I gig around." She responded casually, not bothering to glance at the girls for their reaction. "Oh, that's pretty cool. What do you play?" "Guitar." "Oh, we have a rockstar." Laura's quip is playful as she softly flicks the guitarist's nose. "What bands do you like?" The voice that asks is more timid than the others, and instantly Lena's gaze casts and lands on Emily's freckled face. "You know... A little bit of everything." She shrugs, just to play it cool, while expertly schooling a flush off of her cheeks. "Artic monkeys?" " 'Course." Lena chuckles, Emily smiles. "They're pretty cool." the redhead adds gently. Lena nods "Oi brit, you wanna come outside for a blunt?" She knows that Jamison was in the house, from the burning smell, yet didn't actually expect to see him leaning against the front door. "'Course I do Jamie." She chuckles as she softly pushes herself off of the wall and strides to join the blonde. "Ladies." With a half turn and her salute, Lena leaves the small squad of girls giggling yet again. "Alright, this weed better not be shit like the ones that we got from the academy kids two months ago." She states while pawing at the small bag he fishes out of his pockets. "Nah, I ain't ever getting from them again; they're can't tell a nug from their mum's oregano." "Word." Lena's chuckle tapers into a squeal once she spots a familiar blonde. "Angie you came!" "Of course I did!" The blonde's laugh is carefree much like her hug. "I mean, I knew you did because both Fareeha and Genji are here." She snorts while absentmindedly taking the joint from Jamie and propping it in her mouth. "Of course, they wouldn't really get on otherwise." Lena puffs away eagerly before the pyromaniac beside her gently snatches the blunt back. "True." The brunette comments before patting a drunken Hana on the head, and softly plucking the vodka bottle from her fingers and sipping from it. "You alright there songbird?" Angela queries with a small smile twitching at her lips as the gamer flops onto her arm. "Y-Yuh." Her tone is slurred, and when Jamison offers her the blunt, she eagerly nurses it for a few minutes. "Have some of this Angie, you'll either like it or hate it." Lena's gestures are careless when she places the vodka bottle in the blonde's hands. "Thank you Lena. I need some after this stressful week." "Come sit on the pool floats with us. We can talk all 'bout it." With a bounce in her step, the guitarist is already trotting around the house, with her small gang in tow. With each step, she takes a generous swig of the vodka bottle. She's reckless in leaping directly into a huge pool chair. Hana follows suit, landing gracefully onto a floating dolphin, already mutilated with black markers and smelling of liquor. With a gentle sigh, Angela toes her boots off before slipping onto a large doughnut, which gently sways and rocks as Jamison leaps onto the large alligator, blunt in mouth. "Right, what are your probs Luv?" Borne entirely of eagerness, Lena shuffles towards the blonde, winking when a can of beer is passed down to her. "I've had to do three biology papers, help clean up a nasty sprain on the football team, pay for vet bills for Milla and stay in school until five every day." Her sigh mismatches the setting and the blunt which is dangling out of Jamie's mouth quickly slips between her lips. "It's behind you, celebrate." With a casual smile followed by a soft squeak when Aleks gets on the back of the dolphin, Hana states her advice. "Wonder where your two baes are." Jamie queries softly and as if on cue, both Fareeha and Genji are at the poolside, blowing air kisses to the blonde, who laughs pretending to catch their affection. "Having a good time, Malak?" Fareeha questions as she slips her shoes off, tugs her loose camo pants up and dips her toes in the water. "Of course I am schatz." "That is good to hear, darling." Genji playfully adds while mimicking Fareeha's actions. Instantly, Lena waves at a certain ginger haired girl, who nervously treads towards them. "Can you take a photo of us babe?" "Of course." She responds, her voice slightly slurred and her hands slightly shaky once she catches the phone tossed at her. "Right, everyone say gang." "Gang gang." The seven chorus, beaming as they all strike some sort of pose. With the click of a shutter, their bodies slump in perfect unison, all but Lena's as she climbs out of her chair and gently takes her phone back. "Thanks, doll." "Y-You're welcome." Emily's flush is either from flattery or the heat. Regardless, Lena acts on it. Leaning in close, the guitarist's warm breath fans over Emily's ear, adding the flush to her face even more. "You're hot, dollface." "O-Oh?" Emily questions as she allows her hand to be enveloped by the brunette's. "Yeah. The stuff I'd do to you..." "Show me?" "Of course. Meet me in the upstairs bathroom in five minutes, the one to the left of the DJ." With a smirk and a set of darkened Irises, Lena dashes off, leaving the girl equally giddy yet baffled. On her course to the bathroom, a familiar face passes her, which causes her to slowly pause and gaze at the girl. "What are you looking at?" Amelie scoffs, while attempting to follow Lena's gaze as it swiftly rakes up her body. "Pervert." However, Amelie's eyes fly open when a set of soft lips press firmly against hers, and before she can melt into it, the girl is already around the corner and pushing the door open. "Can I get an oh yeah?" Lucio's soft voice cheers, rousing a roaring response before the next slow, bass heavy track pounds through the speakers. "I want y'all to get your freak on. Get your crushes, your exes or hell an attractive person near you. It's time to wind." The crowd responds with a low laugh, and another cheer of praise. Lena smiles while gently pushing the bathroom door open. The bathroom is clean and leaning against the sink, as promised, is Emily. They draw together, in time with the track playing just outside of the door. Emily's breaths smell faintly of alcohol and weed as they fan and curl out onto Lena's lips. "Ready for the highlight of your life babe?" Lena husks lowly. "You bet." ***** Chapter 6 ***** Chapter Notes Sorry for this being so late! I've been super busy so have some sex Lena groans. Her head pounds, her back's sore and her stomach dangerously churns. She tries, and fails, to get up; a soft weight is restraining her. A gently snoring girl lies ontop of her, arms encircling her torso and expression serene. Another groan escapes Lena's lips. vague memories waft in and out of her mind, most of what she could recollect was infact sexual. After she had smugly questioned the girl, their lips met, teeth clacking and tongues fiercely petting one another in a matter of moments. small, lithe fingers weaved and drowned in Lena's timeswept mane, which pulled her closer, closer still until their bodies seemed to meld into one another. Their breaths escaped them, ragged and giddy leaving both girls wishing to do it again. The door slammed shut due to sheer body force being exerted on it. Emily could only take Lena's onslaught of kisses which slowly began to stray from her face. Hot lips littered her neck when she decided to wrap her arms around the guitarist's slim waist. A single, hot breath fanned over Emily's reddening ear, whispering "May I?" Unable to form words, she nodded, and finally revealed how drunk the brunette actually was. With a final movement, Lena managed to prize Emily's crop top off and mumble how pretty she was beneath her breath. A flush spread like a wildfire from her cheeks down to the top of her chest, and ended just above her breasts.   A timid smile flashed across Emily's lips when her partner for the night unhooked her bra and let it clatter softly to the tile floor. "Don't worry, you're well pretty." An assurance slipped from Lena before her lips set against her neck yet again. This time, Lena's pace was far slower, whether Lena wanted to tease or if she was high, Emily didn't know. She didn't care either; Lena's calloused fingers traced her hips and roused a gentle giggle from her guest when she gently poked her bellybutton. Once she decided that she was finished with her neck, the guitarist gradually slunk down to her breasts, gently pressing her lips to a small, peaked nipple. A small moan slipped into the baited quiet atmosphere, where the slow bass and explicit lyrics were a faraway background noise. Slowly, Lena begun to suck. Emily too sucked in a breath and held it, and only shudderingly released it when Lena's fingers met the other nipple, flicking and teasing it to her heart's content. "L-Lena you tease!"  "You love it." Her retort was husky, and she quickly rolled her hips to garner another mewl from the redhead.  "It seems like you do too." Emily's giggle was soft, yet also somewhat seductive, and suddenly Lena stood in the middle of the room completely powerless, with her jeans tugged down to her thighs and her briefs slipping off her ass. It was heaven. Her length gently slapped against the girl's cheek. "You don't have to do this if you don't-" Her words were ceased when a soft, warm tongue slipped down the underside of her girth and welcomed the head inside of its mouth. The tip was salty, and warm, yet Emily didn't mind, and instead spared a few small licks to the tip, and toyed around with the slit. Lena's groan was throaty, and intensified when more of her shaft slipped past Emily's lips and was tended to by the girl. The blowjob didn't last long and ended with Lena quickly slipping her shaft out of Emily's mouth after a small coughing fit. "You alright?" Although hard and waiting, Lena still checked in with the girl, and gently encased her hands with her own.  "Yeah, I just haven't really done that before." This surprised the brunette, yet she quickly schooled the expression off of her face.  "It's okay, you were pretty good for your first time."  "It wasn't my first time." Emily deadpanned.  "Oh." The silence was quickly filled with another heated kiss, started by the redhead.  They advanced to the bathtub, where with a disappointed grunt, the kiss was broken off. "So, what about that best time of your life thing?" Emily cooed while gently bending over. Lena's hand grasped the base of her dick, and gave it a few gentle pumps to appease the ache. Emily moaned at the sight, and shifted her legs together slightly. "You ready?"  "mmm." After one quick swipe up and down her folds, Lena slips the tip inside. Both moan in unison as she continues to slip in. "F-Fuck."  "You okay?" Lena questioned yet again, now pausing, much to Emily's dismay.  "Y-Yeah." Emily's reply was quiet, yet tapered off into a loud moan when the brunette began to thrust.  "Fuck Em." Her breath was held captive as she continually pummelled into the other girl, holding her hips as she massaged her front wall with the tip. Gentle pant and moans spilled from the girl, as she clutched onto the wall with trembling arms.  The time that passed was a haze in Lena's memory, and instead of attempting to remember it, she merely shook her head and lay back into the bathtub.  She came before Emily did, tensing with a grunt as her seed splashed against the girl's inner walls, which roused a soft moan from her. "Oh fuck, ohh fuck." Lena's breaths were laboured, and her fingers were trembling as she mashed her thumb against Emily's clit. She yelped in response, and quickly shuddered, barely managing to turn around and embrace Lena as she gently cried out. "Lena! Lena oh Lena!" Emily regained her balance quickly, and so the two merely perched on the side of the tub afterwards. "Fuckin 'ell, that was the best shag I've had in awhile." A lopsided grin shone on Lena's face as her hands clung onto the black denim of her pants and languidly pulled them back up. "Same here, but I could really use a rest now." Her arms encased Emily's sleek torso briefly before she slipped into the bathtub.  "I'm also a professional cuddler."  "Why don't i disbelieve this for one second?" A slight weight pressed against Lena's body, and a set of arms wind around her neck. She too wraps her arms around the girl's torso, smiling as her eyes slip shut.  The guitarist's bought back into the present by a groan which isn't her own, and the face which was buried in her shoulder is now gazing into her eyes. "Mornin'." Lena's yawn was languid, and roused a tired giggle from the girl atop her. "Morning, I hope I didn't hurt your back or anything last night."  "Ditto." Both laugh while slowly rising from the tub. A short stab of pain lances through the brunette's back as she rises to her feet, yet she doesn't voice her complaint.  "Are you sure you're alright?" She gazes at Emily for a little while, still enchanted with her sheer beauty.  "Yeah, just those hungover symptoms." She chuckles shortly while clumsily stepping out of the bath and gently caresses Emily's hands as she too steps out.  "Wanna see the damage?"  " 'Course I do." With an apprehensive twist of a doorknob, the hallway reveals itself, spilling daylight out onto the floor. Lena hisses in mild pain.  "Alright vampire, do we need to get you a sunhat?"  "Maybe some sunglasses would be better."   Both girls glance down the two staircases, where at least a dozen people are asleep on or at the base of the stairs. "You already know that it's a good party when you get so piss drunk that you can fall asleep on a staircase." She muses quietly, Emily nods in agreement. Quickly, the two advance down the stairs, gripping onto the railings and cautiously avoiding any slumbering drunks in their path. Once turning the corner, Lena has to suppress a laugh; Aleks is fast asleep on her large chair with all four of Emily's friends sprawled out on her. In an instant, Lena has her phone out and snaps a photo of her slumbering friend, swiftly typing: 'pussy destroyer' as the caption. "This place is such a fuckin mess." Her laugh is quiet and slightly wheezy when she tucks her phone back into her pocket. "Do you know the time?" Emily's sudden question rouses Lena's interest. "About eleven thirty." Emily's eyes fly open.  "Oh shit! my mom wants me back by twelve!"  "Well you better get goin'."  "Yeah." With a quick hand, she snatches Lena's phone out of her back pocket, rousing a murmur of protest, before quickly grasping her own phone and frantically typing her number into the brunette's device. "Call me sometime, last night was great." With a smile which creases her freckles and a quick peck on the cheek, Emily's already speeding down the front lawn and down the road before Lena comes back to her senses.  "Damn..."  ***** Chapter 7 ***** Chapter Notes Wubadubadubdub! IM BACK AND WORKING ON THIS AGAIN DUE TO MANY REQUESTS THANK YOU FOR THE LOOOVEEEE <3 This is also lowkey porny and will bleed into the next chapter and is not beta red but eh enjoy! See the end of the chapter for more notes “Amelie luv! Where were you?” Lena is grinning up at her girlfriend while their fingers are interlocked. Lena is already rushing towards the bleachers where their stash of food is. “My apologies Lena, I was spending lunch with a few of my other friends, Jamison, Mako and Gabriel.” In an instant, the brit’s easygoing smile droops at the mention of their names. “Oh, that’s nice luv!” She finally responds yet Amelie doesn’t feel at ease from it. However, before she can question, Lena is sat cross legged on a large blanket covered in piles of snacks and drinks. “Take your pick of anything you want.” The brit beams while eagerly tearing open a chocolate bar and taking a hearty bite out of it. Heasitantly, she takes a small bag of cheese puffs and places one in her mouth. “You alright?” Finally, Lena asks while placing the chocolate wrapper on another side of the blanket. “Oui, just thinking about... Things…” “What kind of things?” Lena asks before slowly working a sandwich out of its packet. “I have volleyball practice afterschool today. I’m not sure how well it’s gonna turn out.” “I’m sure it’ll be fine, you’re the best setter in the school!” “I’m the only setter.” Amelie deadpans before offering Lena a grin, before allowing herself to be tackled into lying down and accepting the kisses littering her face. “Amelie…” Lena begins while pressing her lips against the taller’s own. "You're the best setter in the world to me." Eagerly, she reciprocates the action, prodding her tongue at Lena’s lips, which gladly open upon request. She feels Lena shift slightly ontop of her and her soft hands snake their way beneath her shirt and rub small circles on her lower back. Lena groans softly in appreciation, obviously pleased with the action. Then the air is filled with soft pants and the sound of wet kissing. Her hands begin to rove all over Lena, who sits up, allowing her to touch her breasts beneath her shirt and bra. Her fingers find the shorter’s pert nipples and begin to toy with them, rolling them around and pinching them teasingly. Lena’s breath hitches and she begins to gently massage Amelie’s taut stomach. She dares to go lower, gently slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of the frenchgirl’s shorts and teasing the smooth fabric of her panties. It’s Amelie’s turn to sigh in anticipation and gives Lena free reign on whatever she wants to do. Her deft, calloused fingers slowly slip beneath the garment only to feel the soft patch of hair that Amelie trims well and sometimes teasingly shows off post showering. She moans. “Are you two lovebirds done already? We’re gonna play dares in a minute.” The sound of Fareeha’s voice mechanically snaps Lena’s fingers out of Amelie’s panties and in turn Amelie’s from Lena’s shirt. “Oui. Just give us a second.” Amelie speaks up, her voice surprisingly level and calm, before sitting up with Lena still resting on her and hitching up her panties. “We will continue this later no?” With a smirk, she bucks Lena off of her lap before rising to her feet and taking her leave, barely registering Lena’s dazed “Yeah” behind her. “In this game of dares, you can dare someone to do whatever you want. The limit is having full on sex with someone.” Jesse states while casting his gaze around the circle of his friends. “Luv… Shouldn’t we be doing this while we’re drunk?” She barely catches the answer to her response and raises an eyebrow at jack as he had tossed her the bottle of tequila. “Share it in a circle.” He states before taking his seat beside Genji. The smooth alcohol slips down her throat and warms her stomach up when it gets there. After a few sips later, she hands it to Angela, who’s sat next to her. “So how are we going to see who gets the dare?” Genji pipes up before swigging the bottle handed to him. “Simple, we count to twenty one and then spin a bottle to see who gets to give the dare.” “Aleks!” Lena cheers upon hearing her voice before turning to reveal the giantess carrying Hana beneath her arm. “What is good Oxton?” She grins before sitting beside the brit, who tugs Amelie onto her lap to give her two friends some more space. “I can ask the same for you luv!” She laughs before sharply paying rapt attention as people begin to count upwards. “Seven eight nine.” Amelie blandly announces before checking her phone. “Ten eleven twelve.” Lena smiles before wrapping both arms around Amelie’s waist. “Thirteen fourteen fifteen.” “Sixteen seventeen eighteen.” “Nineteen.” Fareeha smirks, before turning to Jack beside her who simply announces. “Twenty.” "Ah hell.” Jesse curses lightheartedly before taking a swig of tequila and passing it to Hana, who’s sat in Aleks’ lap. “Wait shit how are we supposed to see who gives the dare?” Angela asks before flinching in shock when Aleks downs a bottle of vodka “I provide.” Aleks chuckles after a long low belch while her large hand spins the bottle. Surprisingly, the empty neck points to the blonde haired teen whose sat calmly opposite the weightlifter. “Shit uh…” His hand gets lost in his golden hair while he locks gazes with Aleks. “Just make something up Jack.” She shrugs in return before wrapping her huge arms around Hana’s lithe form. “Um you have to take your shirt off and keep it off for five minutes.” Everyone scoffs at his dare and Jesse effortlessly pulls the fabric of his flannel shirt off his head. “How the fuck do you have that much hair?” Lena is the first one to howl with laughter with her back thudding against the floor and her face flushing red. “You expectin’ me to shave?” He retorts with a scoff while scratching the thick mane of brown hair which zips down his stomach. Casually, he takes the bottle of tequila and swigs it shallowly before handing it to Aleks beside him. “It looks soft. Do you condition it?” Fareeha questions before leaning in and softly pressing her fingertips to it. “Occasionally.” He shrugs while observing Lena’s eyes brim with tears and her laughs to come out as wheezy chuckles. “That is nothing!” Aleks exclaims before picking Hana up and setting her down on the ground and pulling her t shirt off. A thick trail of hair which could compete with a lion’s tail plume proudly reveals itself. Lena glances up for a few sparing moments before flopping back down, wheezing anew. “Luv!” An inhale followed by another wheeze escapes from the Brit’s mouth. “Why did you dye your happy trail pink?” “Curtains should have matching drapes da?” She responds with a wink which rouses a blush to creep onto Hana’s cheeks and another set of wheezy laughs to sound from Lena. “Happy trails unite!” With a grin, Aleks tugs her shirt off, leaving her in her sports bra and boasting her well toned and muscled abdomen. “Alright alright, cowboy starts.” Genji grins while lacing his fingers with both Fareeha and Angela. The person to begrudgingly call twenty one is Amelie, who’s busily tapping on her phone during the game. “Aleks spin the bottle already!” Hana states while shutting her DS with a click. “Alright Alright little Kilok.” She states before sending the bottle spinning with a careless flick of her fingers. “This should be fun.” Anglea smirks when the bottle slows to face her. Lena, still lying on the floor, finally sits up to gaze at the spectacle. “Amelie, i dare you to take you shirt and bra off.” “Is this just gonna turn into an orgy?” Jack asks with a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Ugh fine.” She remarks while peeling her one- shouldered t shirt off and unclipping her purple bra. A low whistle floats from Jesse’s mouth as her full breasts are revealed in naked glory. “Shit Lena you're lucky.” Fareeha’s dazed comment earns a slap to her forehead from Angela and a soft laugh from Genji sat beside her. “I know luvs, they're really soft too.” She smirks while gently cupping them in her hands, rousing a gentle flinch from the frenchgirl sat on her lap. However, a gentle gasp leaves everyone staring at a short, chubby brunette who had just walked in on the fun. Aleks’ eyes glint slightly Chapter End Notes ;)))) hope you enjoyed and stay posted for the next chap! ***** Chapter 8 ***** Chapter Summary SIN Chapter Notes I get distracted, it's probably shit. Sorry! Oh and Zarya is trans. “Alright alright Lena, you can stop making everyone jealous now.” Jesse drawls, the alcohol clearly beginning to affect his body. “Can I not fondle with my girlfriend’s tits?” She retorts while parting her index and her middle fingers to reveal Amelie’s brown nipples. “Just start the next dare already.” Hana huffs before taking out a new piece of technology to toy around on. While the bottle spins, space is made for Mei Ling followed by a few “What’s up”’s and a very pleased “greetings” in a heavy Russian accent. “Seems like the newcomer is already in the game.” Mercy comments while casually resting her ass on Fareeha’s toned legs. The smirk that tugs at Amelie’s lips already indicates that she’s come up with a dare. And a good one. “Mei Ling.” She begins before trying to swat away Lena’s calloused fingers. “I dare you to unzip Zarya’s pants with your teeth.” A few gasps of surprise float from the circle and Amelie sits on Lena’s lap as smug as a cat that’s caught a mouse. “Give her a few drinks first at least.” Genji comments and Aleks sheepishly passes the shorter the bottle. She bravely swigs the tequila, taking in as much as she can without either fainting or vomiting before getting on her knees. The pinkette who’s stood before her averts her gaze from the scene as Mei’s nose presses against the bulge in her pants, drawing a line down as her zipper becomes undone. “Got a hard on there Aleks?” Hana openly teases while getting up and gently beginning to stand on tiptoe. Before long, the two are already tongue in cheek with the weightlifter’s huge hands cupped over Hana’s ass, happily grunting. By this time, a woozy Mei Ling is already getting a few high fives from everyone as she kneels beside Genji. “How about we take this somewhere a little more… Private.” Hana whispers in a tempting tone, receiving an incredibly eager nod from Aleks herself. “Come on snowflake.” Mei’s brown orbs flash up at her newly assigned nickname before quickly and quietly rising to her feet and falling into step with the two. “I ain’t cleanin’ up after those three.” She grumbles while carelessly kissing one of Amelie’s nipples and smirking at the gazes she gets in response. “Why don’t we take this to Lena’s house?” Jack questions, trying his hardest not to stare at Amelie’s pert, wet nipples. “Alright alright you bastards, take my key in-case those three are gettin’ it on.” With a careless shrug, she chucks a small ring of keys to fareeha, who catches them with ease. “Angela knows where I keep my shit.” She’s barely heard over the shrill ring of the school bell yet with a saucy wink and a gentle hand, Amelie has her shirt on and the two are already dashing off towards the gymnasium. XxXxXxXxXxX When Lena next sees Amelie, she’s nearly choking on her soda as she steps out in black Adidas sports shorts, a pair of running shoes and her black sport Jersey, reading a huge 9 on the back. “L-Luv. Y-Ya didn’t tell me about this getup.” She manages to stammer while being towered over by the taller. “Maybe I was saving it.” She grins sultrily before sauntering off towards the rest of her team and starting her stretches. It takes little to no time for Lena to already have her phone out, trying to get the perfect snap of her ass as she touches her toes, standing. Without a single gaze back, the match begins, with Amelie somehow managing to spike the ball well enough, cursing and tying her hair back into its usual ponytail after every few rotations. “Kick his arse Amelie!” Lena cheers, rousing a glare from Jamison himself which quickly morphs into a cheeky smile when he easily spikes the ball past Gabriel’s dive. “Can someone get her out of here?” He grumbles, obviously pissed at the fact that he missed his dive. “Let her stay.” Amelie responds before grumbling over to Sombra, who’s casually snapchatting someone and simultaneously attempting to set the ball. “Get off your phone!” Gabriel’s roar is an EMP, seeming to freeze both his and the enemy team in sync. “Mako shouldn’t even fucking be playing volley! Sombra shouldn’t be texting and Guitar hero shouldn’t be sat there checking out Amelie’s ass!” The looks he receives are all mildly surprised, yet not at all afraid as he storms off. “Gym class dismissed right?” Lena asks, a cheeky grin tugging at her lips as she keenly listens for the captain to begin yelling in spanish outside of the door. “Well it is the signal that volley is over every week…” Mako begins, his rumbling voice almost catching Lena off guard. “Yeah mate. Ol’ pissead is gonna get himself worked up like usual.” With a casual chuckle, Jamison is already climbing atop his huge boyfriend’s back and resting his chin on the white top of his undercut hair. “So, never knew that you did volley Aussie.” Lena’s smirk is distinct and cocky as she bounces up to Amelie and Sombra. “Never knew that you’d end up fucking someone from this school.” His retort nearly catches Lena off guard as a borderline dangerous grin sets on her facial features. “Come say that to my face Jamie.” She makes quick work of trying to scramble onto Amelie’s back and become somewhat level with the blonde perched on Mako’s gigantic shoulders. “Lena, get off of me, please.” With a near silent huff, she obliges, slipping off of her girlfriend’s back as Jamison giggles. “Fine. You coming back to my place Luv? There’s supposed to be a big thing goin’ on.” With a wiggle of her eyebrows and a flirty wink, Lena takes to leaning against the net, only to literally flop backwards and slam against the floor by Mako’s feet. “Thing?” Sombra questions, raising an eyebrow and for once gazing up at her phone. “She means an orgy with music.” Amelie responds. Lena scowls and Sombra giggles. “I think I’ll stay out for this one, don’t want to end up with a swollen belly.” with another chuckle and a two fingered salute, Sombra is already halfway out of the gym doors. The walk home is pretty quiet, docile even, as the two stroll hand in hand down the sidewalk. “I’ve been thinkin’.” Amelie casually averts her gaze to the brit beside her, letting out a soft questioning grunt. “You’d look great on a motorbike.” At this, the taller scoffs a little, planting a gentle kiss on Lena’s forehead. “And you’d look great underneath me, on your bed.” with a chuckle, and three strong knocks on Lena’s door Lena herself is left both flushed and confused, wondering how the fuck they’re already at her house. “Amelie! Nice to see you again!” Fareeha opens the door, cheeks flushed from drinking and probably kissing. “See you didn’t have an issue with unlocking the door this time.” Lena giggles behind her only to shut her mouth when seeing nearly every seat and mouth occupied. The thud of music is tenfold louder inside than out, yet barely anyone seems to be listening to “Bitch don’t kill my vibe” as they half assedly get undressed and stick their tongues into one another’s mouths. “So where’s Angela?” Fareeha simply points at the corner of the room where she’s sandwiched between Jack and Genji, carelessly making out with them both. “Ah. Well… Good to see her not focusing on her science for once.” The chuckle that leaves Lena is sheepish and almost sad for Fareeha as she observes her girlfriend happily ignoring her. “Do you wanna come upstairs with us?” “What to have sex with you two?” “No, just to smoke a bit. Got green and cigs.” “It will stop you from staring at your girlfriend who’s being a sl-.” “Experimental person!” Lena stops Amelie, obviously shitting herself and praying that Fareeha doesn’t beat the living shit out of them. With one last sparing look back at the blonde, who still hasn’t even acknowledged her existence, she nods. “Yeah, cool.” Eagerly, the brit is already zipping upstairs with the two in tow. “Oh by the way I’d suggest taking your sheets to the dry cleaner’s after this.” Amelie remarks while passing the guest room only to hear a loud chorus of moans and squeals. “Aleks can do it herself; I am one hundred percent not touching her spunk.” XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx “Come on Aleks I’m close!” Hana mewls while eagerly bouncing on the girl’s thick length, small hands pressed against her bulging abs and skinny legs on either side of the taller’s hips. She grunts, half heartedly bucking her hips up before going back to casually eating Mei Ling out, nuzzling her nose against her clit and eliciting a moan from the small girl. Hana continues bouncing herself on the cock, eyes slowly sliding shut and continuous moans spilling from her lips. “Your cock’s so big!” Her response is a muffled “I know” from the weightlifter, which seems to make Mei squeal and shudder while cumming. Her juices are eagerly lapped up like a dog drinking from its bowl on a hot day. Mei shudders a little, giggling as she gets off of Aleks’ face. Her huge hands grip onto Hana’s thin waist, holding her hips down as she slams up into her, rousing a lusty scream from the gamer and a loud groan from herself. “Good?” She questions, barely managing to stop panting to speak. “Good.” Both girls chorus, littering kisses over Aleks’ sweat slicked face. She grunts, while slapping Mei’s soft ass and squeezing it playfully, eliciting a giggle from her. “Come here little snowflake.” She winks while getting up and setting her onto her hands and knees. Mei’s bottom lip tugs at her teeth, as her slit is bare when another condom is rolled onto Aleks’ dick. “Mmmm.” A breathy moan slips past her lips as the taller casually works her dick inside, then barely retracting before slamming back in. “If you keep that up I’m gonna cum fast!” She exclaims while pushing her hips back onto Aleks’ rock hard dick. “That is the intention.” The pinkette shrugs, sliding her throbbing length all the way out to the tip before slamming it back in. She can feel it stir her insides up and rub against her sensitive front wall with each penetrating thrust yet what surprises her is that Hana’s mouth is steadily on hers, eagerly playing with her tongue as Mei gets pounded from behind. The grunts that Aleks produces are near animalistic and staccato as she barely lets up with her onslaught, tugging at Mei’s neck from time to time with her teeth and panting about how great she feels in her ears. Her limbs tremble, both with arousal and excitement as Aleks’ well chiselled body is flush up against hers, happily rubbing and grinding against her back as her thick cock continually slams into her, making her squeal and cry as it slips and hits her G spot from time to time. “I’m gonna cum Aleks!” She moans loudly while squeezing her eyes shut and eagerly meeting her rapid, brutal thrusts while barely managing to continue her makeout session with Hana. “You look so hot.” The korean giggles before continuing to suck on her tongue. “Come for me.” Aleks groans, finally stopping her hips and releasing her load when Mei shudders and screams beneath her. “You were so good snowflake.” Aleks comments, flopping onto her back and allowing the two other girls to lie atop of her, kissing them both. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!