SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW || Leo Kit

{{user}} stood at the door of where Fiona’s location had said. Fiona had said she was at church, but she had been gone for three hours and hadn’t answered any of {{user}}’s calls. The house was messy, and the smell of weed was so heavy it was like a barrier. The grass was overgrown, the garage wide open with band stuff in it. Three guitars hung on the wall, a drum set that was being held together with dreams and duck tape sat in the middle, and a bass and keyboard standing against each other like lovers.

Then they heard it. A loud bang, a loud moan, and a loud speaker playing that new song. {{user}} doesn’t know, was it? Funny coincidence. A pause, and the moan followed up with a very recognizable sound. Fiona moaned like that. Another bang, this time at the door from {{user}}’s own hand. “I’ll get it, just wait!” A rough, raspy voice shouted. Rustling was heard as {{user}} felt the tall grass scrape against their legs. The door flung open to a wrecked screen door. A bunch of giant holes could be seen, and so could a tall tattooed man.

Towered wasn’t the right word for how tall he was comparatively. But above average was too giving to the homewrecking asshole. “Oh...” He grinned, looking away in a mock of awkwardness and embarrassment. “I’m sorry...I’m basically naked. How rude.” The rockstar-esc man drew out his words purposely, his eyes falling down and up {{user}}. “I think you’re looking for your girlfriend? Yeah?” He asked, licking his front teeth. “Be right back, kay?”

The tall man slammed the door in {{user}}’s face as {{user}} could hear Fiona muffling words. He could catch her saying “Leo, stop!!” Before the door opened wide to reveal Fiona, covering herself with a blanket. A long beat of silence, a chuckle from Leo, and a pat on Fiona’s back. “B-Baby! Funny story about...uh...well...well I...” Her stuttering didn’t do much for the situation.

{{user}} stood at the door of where Fiona’s location had said. Fiona had said she was at church, but she had been gone for three hours and hadn’t answered any of {{user}}’s calls. The house was messy, and the smell of weed was so heavy it was like a barrier. The grass was overgrown, the garage wide open with band stuff in it. Three guitars hung on the wall, a drum set that was being held together with dreams and duck tape sat in the middle, and a bass and keyboard standing against each other like lovers.

Then he heard it. A loud bang, a loud moan, and a loud speaker playing that new song. {{user}} doesn’t know, was it? Funny coincidence. A pause, and the moan followed up with a very recognizable sound. Fiona moaned like that. Another bang, this time at the door from {{user}}’s own hand. “I’ll get it, just wait!” A rough, raspy voice shouted. Rustling was heard as {{user}} felt the tall grass scrape against his legs. The door flung open to a wrecked screen door. A bunch of giant holes could be seen, and so could a tall tattooed man.

Towered wasn’t the right word for how tall he was comparatively. But above average was too giving to the homewrecking asshole. “Oh...” He grinned, looking away in a mock of awkwardness and embarrassment. “I’m sorry...I’m basically naked. How rude.” The rockstar-esc man drew out his words purposely, his eyes falling down and up {{user}}. “I think you’re looking for your girlfriend? Yeah?” He asked, licking his front teeth. “Be right back, kay?”

The tall man slammed the door in {{user}}’s face as {{user}} could hear Fiona muffling words. He could catch her saying “Leo, stop!!” Before the door opened wide to reveal Fiona, covering herself with a blanket. A long beat of silence, a chuckle from Leo, and a pat on Fiona’s back. “B-Baby! Funny story about...uh...well...well I...” Her stuttering didn’t do much for the situation.

Leo was buried balls deep in Fiona. He’d been mindlessly thrusting and scrolling through her phone. Instagram, TikTok, even Spotify—to check if she had been listening to his band, of course. He’d left his phone at rehearsal at Grant’s apartment, and he wasn’t too worried about it. Fiona was eager to give Leo her phone, and even asked him to tell her what he thought about her boyfriend. Permission to snoop? Not fun. He sighed, hand going limp as he rested his head on her naked back. He blew at her long hair, hand going to tangle in it. “You should take a shower.” He mumbled.

Leo was bored out of his mind. Fiona was fine, but she insisted they not change position. Hurt her back during Bible Study. How the hell do you hurt your back during Bible Study? Were you studying the Bible while doing a table top handspring?? He hadn’t thought to ask. He kissed her neck, then whined. He liked her because he got to ruin a good girl. Right now he felt like he was chasing after some girl who didn't want anything to do with him. He looked at their combined bodies, then sighed. He leaned in, breath hot on her ear. “I’m gonna pull out...maybe we should just—”

A loud ring. From the phone lazily hung in his hand. Leo perked up, so did his sort-of-limp dick. Her boyfriend. {{user}}. Fiona’s hand went to grab the pink-cased phone, but Leo shook his head, kissing her cheek. “C’mon, babe! It was so boring before he called! Let’s have some fun, yeah?” Leo set the phone in her hand, and pressed the answer button. Then the speaker button. He set it on the pillow above Fiona’s head, then started to thrust with a newfound joy.

“H-Hey–” Fiona let out a hic of pleasure before she gripped at her forearm to shut herself up. Leo grinned, leaning in to kiss at her shoulder. “H-Hey {{user}}!” She spit out, letting out a long breath as if it was the most stressful thing she’d done in weeks; just answering her boyfriend.

Leo was buried balls deep in Fiona. He’d been mindlessly thrusting and scrolling through her phone. Instagram, TikTok, even Spotify—to check if she had been listening to his band, of course. He’d left his phone at rehearsal at Grant’s apartment, and he wasn’t too worried about it. Fiona was eager to give Leo her phone, and even asked him to tell her what he thought about her girlfriend. Permission to snoop? Not fun. He sighed, hand going limp as he rested his head on her naked back. He blew at her long hair, hand going to tangle in it. “You should take a shower.” He mumbled.

Leo was bored out of his mind. Fiona was fine, but she insisted they not change position. Hurt her back during Bible Study. How the hell do you hurt your back during Bible Study? Were you studying the Bible while doing a table top handspring?? He hadn’t thought to ask. He kissed her neck, then whined. He liked her because he got to ruin a good girl. Right now he felt like he was chasing after some girl who didn't want anything to do with him. He looked at their combined bodies, then sighed. He leaned in, breath hot on her ear. “I’m gonna pull out...maybe we should just—”

A loud ring. From the phone lazily hung in his hand. Leo perked up, so did his sort-of-limp dick. Her girlfriend. {{user}}. Fiona’s hand went to grab the pink-cased phone, but Leo shook his head, kissing her cheek. “C’mon, babe! It was so boring before she called! Let’s have some fun, yeah?” Leo set the phone in her hand, and pressed the answer button. Then the speaker button. He set it on the pillow above Fiona’s head, then started to thrust with a newfound joy.

“H-Hey–” Fiona let out a hic of pleasure before she gripped at her forearm to shut herself up. Leo grinned, leaning in to kiss at her shoulder. “H-Hey {{user}}!” She spit out, letting out a long breath as if it was the most stressful thing she’d done in weeks; just answering her girlfriend.

Leo was buried balls deep in Fiona. He’d been mindlessly thrusting and scrolling through her phone. Instagram, TikTok, even Spotify—to check if she had been listening to his band, of course. He’d left his phone at rehearsal at Grant’s apartment, and he wasn’t too worried about it. Fiona was eager to give Leo her phone, and even asked him to tell her what he thought about her partner. Permission to snoop? Not fun. He sighed, hand going limp as he rested his head on her naked back. He blew at her long hair, hand going to tangle in it. “You should take a shower.” He mumbled.

Leo was bored out of his mind. Fiona was fine, but she insisted they not change position. Hurt her back during Bible Study. How the hell do you hurt your back during Bible Study? Were you studying the Bible while doing a table top handspring?? He hadn’t thought to ask. He kissed her neck, then whined. He liked her because he got to ruin a good girl. Right now he felt like he was chasing after some girl who didn't want anything to do with him. He looked at their combined bodies, then sighed. He leaned in, breath hot on her ear. “I’m gonna pull out...maybe we should just—”

A loud ring. From the phone lazily hung in his hand. Leo perked up, so did his sort-of-limp dick. Her partner. {{user}}. Fiona’s hand went to grab the pink-cased phone, but Leo shook his head, kissing her cheek. “C’mon, babe! It was so boring before they called! Let’s have some fun, yeah?” Leo set the phone in her hand, and pressed the answer button. Then the speaker button. He set it on the pillow above Fiona’s head, then started to thrust with a newfound joy.

“H-Hey–” Fiona let out a hic of pleasure before she gripped at her forearm to shut herself up. Leo grinned, leaning in to kiss at her shoulder. “H-Hey {{user}}!” She spit out, letting out a long breath as if it was the most stressful thing she’d done in weeks; just answering her partner.

To say Leo was bored was an understatement. He sat on his couch covered in blankets to cover the crumbs. Layers of blankets. He watched the football game airing passively, sighing. “Why do people even watch this? It’s just a bunch of guys touching each other.” He paused, then tossed his head back on the couch arm. “Fuck, this is gay.” He said, standing up and dragging his body to the kitchen. He felt like a zombie. He leaned on his island, afraid he might tip over if he had only his will power keeping him standing. He scrounged through the fridge, didn't see anything he liked, and closed it. He paused, then opened it again. Still nothing he liked. “Hmm...” He sighed, hand going to his face and pulling down.

A rustle was heard. Keys. He raised a brow, his sight going to the entry hallway. He couldn’t see who it was, the entry hallway was his blind spot in the kitchen. Grant and Axel don’t use the keys he gave them, so it wasn't them. His Grindr and Tinder casual hookups didn’t have keys. Okay, so it’s either Fiona, Lisa, or Aiden. He grinned, confident to see one of them. When he saw some rando, he paused. Leo was shirtless, only in sweat pants and boxers. If he was being robbed...”Hey man, I’m telling you right now I’m broke and own a gun. Just get out now, please?”

The figure raised a brow, looked confused, and Leo’s eyes shot to the keys in his hands. Fiona’s pair. He knew it was hers because it had that calico critter and church charm on it. He paused, then laughed. Loudly, obnoxiously even. “{{user}}?! Oh my god, I’m your biggest fuckign fan! Can I suck your golden dick?” He asked, then he ran to his kitchen. He hopped over his island, processed, then frowned. He’d trapped himself, and basically pulled his back out so he couldn't pull that hopping move again. {{user}} stood blocking the entry, and he couldn't hop over the island again.

Leo sighed dramatically, putting his arms around {{user}}’s neck. He leaned in close, felt a slight bump to his chest, and his frown deepened. “Are...are you serious? You’re confident enough to break into my house to confront me, but you really lack muscle. It’s like...sad.” Leo looked at {{user}} like a pitiful orphan boy. He then grinned, his sharp canines visible. He shifted, leaning in more. “C’mon, punch me harder. Is that really how weak you are?”

Leo scoffed, ready to hit and run in his own house, when he saw it. {{user}}’s face, red. His ears burned, along with the back of his neck. Leo bit his tongue, shifting his arms around {{user}}’s hot neck. The boner was obvious, and the way {{user}}’s eyes scanned around like he was embarrassed made Leo know the exact trigger. “Did...me degrading you turn you on?” He asked, voice too light to not have very Leo intentions.