#bisexualqueen

the writers realized that they made leafpool too gay and put her with crowfeather😭😭

didnt stop her though🥹 OUR bisexual queen

Plot: sexually confused reader wants to hook up with co-star Timothée but can’t focus because of her girl crush that won’t get out of her mind and Timothée catches on

Warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, female reader being sexually frustrated while hooking up with Timothee, horny Timo, mention of bisexuality, reader having a girl crush while also crushing on Timothee, mention of a future threesome

Timothée was more than excited to hook up with y/n. They had been crushing on each other on set for what seemed like forever and had been in a committed flirtationship. He found it difficult to even become interested in someone else because it felt like he’d be betraying her.

Finally, the time for them to be together had arrived. They went to a nice dinner and afterward, Timothee took y/n home to his apartment. She sat on the couch as he went over to play some mood music on the record player. He settled on one of his favorite R&B songs and turned on his heel to face her. A cocky grin crept onto his lips.

y/n smiled back, and he came over to her, sitting extremely close, so close that it was nearly intoxicating for them both. He leaned in, touching his nose to hers and letting his fingertips graze over her cheeks. Timothee pressed a chaste kiss on her lips at first, then leaned away to look into her eyes. They grinned at each other.

He took her sweet eye contact as a sign to continue further. He caressed her hair and rested his hand on the back of her head. The next kiss he gave her was deeper and more sensual than before. He attempted to introduce his tongue into her mouth, but her lips would not part.

She was kissing him back but wouldn't let it get any deeper. She also wouldn't put her hands on him at all, her chest was turned toward him, and she was kissing him, but the rest of her body language was not in tune enough for him. He wasn't mad or offended. He was concerned, however, that she wasn't as into him as he thought.

Timothee didn't want this night to go on any longer if she wasn't there with him, one hundred percent. He pulled away from her mouth, and said, "You're not into this. I mean, at least not completely. Obviously, you're still into me, otherwise you wouldn't be here right now. But I can't do this, not if you're holding back. Are you okay, y/n?" His brows furrowed as he focused on how she was going to reply.

"Oh, Timmy," she sighed, putting her hand on her head. "I'm sorry. I really like you, it's not that. It doesn't have anything to do with you, you're... prefect." "Oh no." he grimaced, joking, "This isn't one of those 'it's me, not you' moments, is it?" She laughed, putting her hand on his leg. "No! I promise you, it's not. I've just been confused lately."

"Confused...about what?" he cocked his head to the side slightly. She inhaled sharply, and exhaled, saying, "Okay, honestly, I don't think I'm totally straight." His eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, "Oh." "Yeah, 'oh." she sighed, leaning back onto the couch. "Hey, it's okay. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sexuality is a tricky thing sometimes."

Timmy loosened up a bit, just wanting her to know that she was in a safe space. "Do you wanna talk to me about it?" he asked. She shrugged, "I don't know how to explain it." He nodded, "Okay, how long have you felt like this?" "The last couple of years, I'd say. I mean, all you hear as a woman is, "When are you gonna get a boyfriend?" or "Have you been seeing any guys lately?" and things like that. And I just never thought to explore other...options."

"So, what makes you think you're not straight? Like are there any women you're attracted to?" Timothee leaned in closer to her, giving her his full attention. "Well, I've always thought that women are pretty, but lately I've noticed that there are women that I'm actually attracted to." "Okay, okay, is there any one in particular that you would like to..uh, ya know." he grinned awkwardly.

"Timmy, you want to help me get laid?" she asked, giggling at the way the night had transpired. He shrugged, "I mean, I can be here for whatever you might need." "Well, thank you. I appreciate that." she blushed, and moved forward, holding onto him as she kissed his lips. "You're so sweet." she whispered as she parted her mouth from his.

Timothee smiled and pecked her lips. He embraced her and held her to him as he lay back on the couch with her. Y/n let herself get comfy as she cuddled up to him. "Okay, so who is she?" He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her. Y/n giggled; her face began turning red. "Ohh, there definitely is someone." Timmy teased. "Oh, shut up, Timmy." she laughed nervously, and hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, no no. You've gotta tell me, y/n." She looked at him, ready to spill her guts. "Wait, before you do, does this mean that you and I aren't... like, a thing anymore?" He bit his lip after his question, feeling a little bit nervous himself. "No! Timmy, not at all. I'm sorry to make you question this! I mean, that's the thing: I think about...sex with you, and then sex with her, and then I think about...fucking both of you at the same time."

Timothée grinned like a mad man. “Wow.” “Yeah.” she giggled, then smashed her lips onto his. She moaned into his mouth hungrily. He rested his hands on her ass as she grinded her hips against him on the couch. She started whining softly, whimpering as he grew hard against her crotch.

“So, uh-" he spoke weakly, “who is this girl, y/n?” She didn’t stop moving on him. “Mm-oh, um her name’s Maddie, she’s in hair and makeup. Blonde, tan skin, plump pink lips.” “Oh yeah,” he said, gripping her tightly by the hips as she fucked him through his jeans, “yeah, I think I know who you’re talking about. She’s hot.” “Yeah, she’s really sweet and smart too.”

“More sweet and smart than me?” he pouted. “Timmy,” she cooed, lowering her face to his, “it’s not a competition. I still want you as much as I always have.” “Yeah? I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t you show me how much you want me?”

Y/n smirked, “Gladly. I want you all to myself first anyway.” She then smashed her lips to his, moaning softly, yet hungrily in the process. Timmy moaned too, holding her closer. “What do you mean me first? Like you wanna threesome after this?” he asked, speaking between heated kisses.

“I mean, if you and she are both willing, then yes.” She smiled, hopefully. “Oh,” he said, realizing, “okay, I’m good with that.” “Oh, thank you Timmy, I’m so glad!” she leaned into his neck, pressing her lips to his skin. “God, you turn me on so much.” she whispered against him, and she started moving against his crotch again.

y/n snuck her hands underneath his shirt, sprawling her fingers over his warm tummy. She gradually began pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over his head as he raised his arms. Timmy then took the lead and pulled her shirt off and in the same motion, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He palmed her breasts, and she moaned softly as he pressed against her hard nipples.

Timmy leaned down, capturing her left nipple in his wet mouth, sucking on it lightly, then moving to the right one, moaning around her puckering bud. y/n wove her fingers into his curls, tugging on them a little bit as he ran his tongue over her breasts. He stopped after a moment, and smirked up at her.

He grabbed her, and gently tossed her onto her back on the seat of the couch, making her laugh before he crawled onto her and kissed her sloppily. He put nearly all his weight on her, they were skin flushed against skin, creating heat and friction between them. Timmy pulled away from her, and y/n immediately felt a coldness, and longing for him to return to the spot he was in.

He had raised up and sat back on his heels to unbutton and pull down his jeans. "Tell me what you want, y/n." he said, looking down at her with hooded eyes. "I want you to fuck me." "Yeah?" "Yes." she hooked her legs around his waist. "Please." she pleaded, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression. He chuckled, shifting his body down as his cock sprang up. Y/n moaned at the sight of his cock, standing tall and drips of precum leaking from his tip.

"You ready?" "Yes, I want you inside me." With that, he took ahold of his cock, and pressed it to her opening. As he slid inside her, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, and she opened her mouth wide for him to slip his tongue in. He instantly began bucking his hips with shallow thrusts, letting her adjust to his length at her own pace.

"Fuck, Timmy!" she cried, digging her fingernails into his back and clamping her legs around him. Timmy panted, rocking his hips and spreading her walls as he entered her further. She clenched her eyes shut, keeping still, and letting him rut inside of her. She continued spewing profanities and crying out praises for him.

After some time, he was hitting her hard and deep, filling her up completely with his length. She started to feel numb, and he pressed his fingers on her clit, slowly rubbing her. "Mmm, yes, yes, right there!" she moaned, as he hit her g spot perfectly in time with rubbing her swollen clit. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" "Yes, baby, I want your cum all over my dick. I'm gonna fill up this pussy." Timmy cooed.