MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

The Piano

Info - pianist reader, sex on a piano, first time letting him cum inside you, scratching, licking, semi hidden relationship, unprotected sex

I couldn't sleep so I had went down to the ground floor of the multiple story villa we were staying at with a bunch of other celebrities. I was shocked Timothée had asked me along, our relationship was relatively new. We were only semi public. His friends and family and some celebrities knew, but not the public at large.

I found the large piano. I placed my hand on the keys and began to play. I was thinking of the boy upstairs, naked and soundly asleep. I hadn't wanted to wake him. Without thinking I began playing some of the soundtrack of Call Me By Your Name.

"Timothée," said a gravelly voice in my ear. I leaned back into him.

"Hmmm?" I asked.

"You're telling me this wasn't an invitation to call you by my name?" He cooed.

"I genuinely wasn't trying to wake you up," I said.

"I wish you would have, but this is a much more lovely sight," he hummed.

"What?" I asked, turning around.

"Shit," he hissed. "You, in a lacy night gown, with peaked nipples, playing the soundtrack of my movie? I hope you aren't opposed to playing another song?"

"What song?" I asked, reaching for him. He only wore pajama pants, and I ran my hands up his chest adoringly.

"Whatever song you ass," he said, lifting me up onto the piano, and kissed me intensely. "Makes on these keys as I fuck you."

"I'd love to hear that song," I beamed. He pulled up my nightgown and hissed with pleasure again when he saw I wore no panties.

"Timothée, I really, really like you, I'm very happy we're dating," I smiled. He gave me a wild grin.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that, I feel the same," he said. He pulled my face toward him and kissed me deeply. I ran My hands into his hair. He moaned low in his throat.

He pulled down his pants to just under his balls and guided himself into me. He thrusted in deep and the piano clanged out a note. His hips moved slowly, but powerfully.

"Ohhhh," I gasped, and my nails clawed into his back. "S-sorry," I moaned as he rutted a bit faster.

"Don't be, mark me Mon amour, I'm yours after all," he said, and held my hips tightly. The piano was playing jangling notes at an erratic rhythm, but I thought it was beautiful.

"Timothée, oh, Timothée," I mumbled, it was all I could say as he snapped his hips.

"I love your voice, promise you'll sing me to sleep later?" He begged.

"Yes angel," I nodded. I began to makeout with his neck. I loved the way his skin tasted.

"You're gonna make cum, is that okay?" He asked. I was on birth control, but he'd pulled out every other time.

"I want it inside me," I whispered in his ear and then licked his cheekbone.

"Uh, fuck," he whined and came apart. I jumped slightly at the feeling of him filling me for the first time. I bit my lip, and my eyes fluttered shut as I came apart as well. My walls gripped him over and over.

"You're amazing," he sighed into my ear.