Murderized (Cody H.)

Antique Chair

"Just put your fingers here, here, and wait a second- here." Humming in contentment, Cody smiled at her softly as he shifted his body so she was comfortably sitting in his lap; the chair they sat on was old and it creaked with every movement. It was a rare day where neither of them had anything to do. Cody was back in the same country as her due to the fact that management decided that the boy should have a well-deserved break, and she didn't have classes or work that day. Normally on these rare days, they would lay in bed cuddling each other, both too lazy to get up and start an actual productive day. But today was different because [Y/N] didn't want to lay in bed all day; the feeling of prickling muscles falling asleep just wasn't in her cup of tea this morning. So of course Cody was surprised when she rolled over on top of him, pecked his nose and asked if he could teach her how to play bass. This was why they were in that specific position right now; his hands and arms guiding hers as she sat on his lap.

"Oh god I can already see myself being horrible at this," Giggling to herself, they both cringed at the steel strings making a sharp noise as she attempted to pluck them. Eventually, she was beginning to grow impatient with how difficult this instrument was and Cody was trying to hold back a laugh from watching her defeated pout grow bigger by the minute. The bass was too big for her smaller hands, and she had to keep on moving her body on Cody's lap, readjusting her to attempt to do what Cody was telling her to do gently, everything about the situation was just ridiculous after a while. She was so focused on trying to get the chord formations right, that Cody was surprised she didn't notice how his breathing became fitful as he spoke, or the fact that his sweatpants felt a little tighter than before. It was either she didn't notice, or she just chose to ignore it.

"Fuck, Cody can you show me how you do this riff in-"

She was quickly silenced when she turned to look at Cody, only to have his lips slot with hers. There was an intake of breath, and the atmosphere thickened with a sexual tension that could easily be resolved. [Y/N]'s hands tightly gripped onto Cody's bass, because even though he was kissing her and moving his hand up to cup her cheek - which made their body position kind of awkward - she knew that he would probably piss himself if she were to in any way crack or drop it. So even though all she wanted to do was run her hands through his thick as hell roots, she just held onto the bass and turned her head slightly so Cody could easily slip his tongue into her mouth; savoring the taste of her lips even though he knows he could kiss her whenever he wanted to.

"How about we try something else?" Barely pulling away, Cody breathes against his girlfriend's lips, and although her eyes are closed, she can almost feel the smirk lay across Cody's lips. Her eyes opened quickly when she felt Cody's fingertips brush against the outer line of her underwear; brushing up the oversized sweatshirt- which was in fact his nirvana crewneck that he has barely even worn due to the fact that she always wears it. She could feel Cody's calloused hand slip into the confinements of her panties as his other hand rubbed small circles into her left thigh, leaning into her ear to place a small kiss on the back of her neck. "I'm gonna finger you while you play my bass." His voice was smooth and didn't waver at all while his hands were beginning to apply more pressure to the places he touched you. "But Cody-" "Start playing princess." Her voice was hoarse and groggy when Cody cut her off, waiting for the sound of bass to start through the mini amplifier by their feet. From anyone else's point of view, the position they were in nothing less than abnormal and uncomfortable. They were sat on what looked like a worn out desk chair that didn't have any arm rests. The fact that they still had that piece of furniture annoyed [Y/N] to such a great extent.

Cody would always reply back to her snarky comments with 'It's an antique- it's the beginning of vintage babe, you just gotta get used to it.' That would more than likely result in her slapping Cody upside the head lightly, but that was beside the point. The point was, the two of their bodies were practically glued together on the black chair, her back pressed against his chest; Cody had one of his hands down her underwear already and she was staring down at her fingers, focusing on the four strings that could be manipulated easily if you were a true bassist-

"Fuck Cody please-" There was an ear piercing screech when [Y/N]'s fingers messed up one of the riffs that Cody taught her. She moved her head back and rested it on his shoulder while Cody was already two fingers deep in her slick hole, pumping inside and out of her as she breathed heavily from the pressure of his thumb touching her clit. Cody grunted and began to withdraw his skilled fingers from her while mumbling 'keep playing or I stop.' [Y/N]'s breath was already jagged, and she felt weak as Cody began to slow down his movements; no amount of begging would get her what she wanted unless she complied to Cody's request and kept on playing as he fingered her. It wasn't a question, but a mere fact because this side of Cody was what you would call- dominant and doesn't take no for an answer unless the safe word was used.

"That's my girl." Cody murmurs into her ear as his right hand is now occupied solely on bringing her to her much needed high. There was a small sound of skin slapping when Cody finally added a third finger into play, and he could see his girlfriend practically falling apart from his touch and trying to not fuck up this damn riff. She's panting now, and it causes Cody's sweats to rise up a bit but he just ignores it and keeps on fingering [Y/N], because he will never forget how hot this moment is. [Y/N] sitting on his lap with her legs wide open- meaning anyone could walk in and clearly see what they were doing even with the size of the black bass in her small arms.

Cody knows that now all he's going to think about while playing bass -in rehearsal or on stage- is how perfect [Y/N] looked as he fingered her and she mediocrely played his bass. He almost wishes that someone could take a picture of this for him. Almost.

"Cody- I think I'm gonna-"

"You don't get to orgasm until you finish that riff baby girl." In any other circumstance, [Y/N] would've been taken back from deep Cody's voice was in that moment. It was a known fact that Cody didn't have that deep of a voice, but right now it sounded deeper than any hole she's ever wanted to disappear in to. But nope- in this moment she just moans because she is being orgasm deprived, and she has to keep playing even though her release is right there. And then Cody doesn't even slow down his pace, if anything he speeds up while [Y/N] is messing up the riff to the classic 'Heartbreak Girl' and the profanities coming out of her mouth are so filthy that Cody holds back a laugh by attaching his lips to her neck to leave a wet hickey. "Cody," She gasps and it's almost inaudible, but Cody can hear it and just keeps on fingering her and massaging her clit roughly.

"What is it, babe?" He questions and although her eyes are trained on the bass in her hands, she can hear that god damn smirk on his face, and it's so evident that it makes her head swarm with anger. He never ceases his movements, but instead he slows them to a pace- which she silently thanks the gods but that is cut short when she almost couldn't feel them move and she's growing angrier from his antics. "Pl-ease let me cum." Her voice is broken and Cody was so wrapped up in the way that she looked in that moment- wrecked - that he didn't even realize that she finished the riff. The riff completely was ruining her sexual frustration.

The riff that was so difficult, but she did it because he asked her to and she was a sucker for his brown eyes and amazing fingers. The riff that would be the key to her release, yet here she is finished and Cody's fingers are practically still inside of her as she spreads her legs wider for him. More access was granted.

"Of course, baby." His voice went soft as he began slowly brought her to her desperate high. There was a small thump as [Y/N] let his bass go with one hand and let his hands take over her whole body. Her breath hitched in her throat, and they both hoped for everything that it didn't break or anything, but honestly neither of them gave a fuck because it was just moaning and high pitched screams as Cody's fingers were scissoring and wrecking her completely. It was when Cody turned [Y/N] to look at him with his left hand, and they held eye contact as he sucked her cum off of his fingers when the thought of the bass was long gone. Their clothing was eventually gone as well, and hell, there was nothing better than having sex in the 'supposed vintage chair.'