MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

The Piano (The end)

Info - needy Timmy, angry reader, fucking on a piano, oral (male receiving), desperate Timmy, turned on by instrument skills, making a song by fucking, kinda getting caught. Oral (female receiving), oral after being cummed in

"Alright, alright cut it," I heard my producer shout. I frustratedly banged on the keys. I turned to my boyfriend with anger.

He'd decided he found me playing piano very sexy. So, I'd let him come to a composing session, but he was so needy he ruined every recording. He'd touch my back and I'd miss a key. He'd play with my hair and I'd play too hard when it was meant to be soft.

"I'm going on my smoke break, this is insane," my producer snapped and I folded my arms.

"What do you want me to do?" Whimpered Timothée once the door had shut.

"Not distract me," I retorted.

"But your f-fingers, and the way you bite your lip, and damn, your talent. I can't bear not having you this instant," he moaned and moved forward to kiss me intensely.

"Timmy, Timmy," I said pushing him back. "I'm glad you find me sexy, but I told you, you could come if you behaved. You're not doing that."

"Please, just, anything. I'll do anything to have you do anything," he begged.

"My producer is-"

"On a smoke break," he said desperately.

"Fine, come here," I said. I undid his belt quickly and stuffed his cock in my mouth.

"Ohhh!" He whimpered desperately.

"So good, your mouth is perfection!" I began to bob on his cock as fast as I could without choking. He was so whiny. I'd never heard some of the noises that came out of his throat.

"G-gonna buy a grand piano and fuck you on it every day, holy shit," he moaned. "N-need your pussy, please. I'll cum fast, won't you please let me have it?"

I popped off him and considered. He looked so desperate. His eyes were red rimmed, his cock bouncing with need every couple seconds. He was even giving minuscule thrusts forward, covertly fucking the air for some relief.

"Okay, quickly," I allowed.

"Oh fuck, thank you!" He cried. He lifted me, placing my ass on the keys as he had at the resort.

"Thank god I'm wearing a dress," I giggled.

"I've been meaning to tell you, you should sing too. Your voice is angelic," he said sweetly and I felt my love for him expand. Finally, he was inside me.

"Oh, I love this cunt, f-fuck me," he gasped as he began to rut forward. His thrusts were short but powerful as if he couldn't stand the time it would take to fully pull out and shove in. He was so desperate.

"Ohh, gah, this is, fuck, amazing," he said, and I kissed him so I could swallow his needy sounds. My ass clanged on the keys.

"This is my favorite song," he said into my mouth. I chuckled. He was moving so fast it was unreal. Finally, he came a generous amount into my pussy. I was about to tell him it was fine I didn't come, but he was pushing me back.

Somehow, he awkwardly had me laying on the keys while he supported the half that wasn't on them. He leaned down and began to eat me out. Now I was whining. The dirty thought of him tasting his own seed and my essence made me writhe. As I moved the keys clinked. My toes were curling, making even more sounds come.

"Timothée, oh fuck baby," I gasped as he sucked my clit hard. My orgasm had my vision blurring and my body convulsing so much that a cacophony of sound filled the room from the piano

"Oh baby, that was excellent," I sighed as we got dressed again. He pulled me to him and said in my ear.

"I'm still needy though so I'll be fucking you in the car and at my place," he said dangerously and my knees were weak. Soon my producer came back in. I sat back down at the piano as he put on his headphones.

I saw a smirk cover my producers face. He looked up at us and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Y'all fucked on the piano! The recording got everything!"

I was mortified.

"This isn't half bad actually. We could remix the moaning and the different cords and have a solid sound. I bet it'd do rounds on tiktok. We could call it Timothée's dick," he said.

"This is so embarrassing," I said, turning and burrowing into Timothée's arms.

"I for one wouldn't mind if he remixed the track. For personal use of course," he winked.

"You're awful," I sighed.