“So how far have you and Gamzee gone?”
A flat look crossed (Y/n)’s face. Of all people to ask that, of course it has to be Samantha. Honestly.
“Why do you want to know?”
“…I may or may not have made a bet with Nepeta and Karkat?”
(Y/n) groaned a little and smacked her face with her palm. Of course, the self-called Love Consultant and his minion in crime.
“No further than a kiss on the lips. Emphasis on a kiss.”
“You haven’t gone any further?” Sam asked, sounding surprised.
“No, we haven’t and he hasn’t pushed me, though he’s made it quite evident he would happily run towards a Home Run if given the option…”
“Don’t you want to go all the way with him? You’ve been dating him, what, almost two months now? Three? It must have crossed your mind once or twice.”
(Y/n) flushed—truth be told, having sex with Gamzee definitely had crossed her mind, and on more than one occasion. Gamzee was an attractive male whom she was pretty sure she was in love with by now and he’s made it quite clear of the attraction he had for her. She has at least one wet dream a week about him. So why hadn’t she moved the intimacy along?
“One, it still astounds me that you, of all people, are asking me this and two, to answer your question, yes it may have crossed my mind on occasion.”
“Then why don’t you just do it?”
(Y/n) sighed and ran her hand through her hair, making a face at the split ends. She needed a hair-cut soon. “I don’t know…I guess I’m just nervous…you know how I get sometimes.”
“You love him and you want him, but you’re too scared to make it apparent, right?”
“Stop doing that. It’s creepy.”
“I just know you that well~”
“But I’m right, aren’t I?”
“…yes, Sam, you are,” (Y/n) mumbled, flopping onto her couch. “I don’t know, I just…I’m nervous. And worried.”
“I guess that he won’t like it…or something like that.”
“Puh-lease, (Y/n). I’ve seen how that boy watches you and if his look was any hotter, your clothes would have burned off ages ago.”
(Y/n) flushed at the thought. No way, she never caught Gamzee looking at her like that…mischievously, yes, perversely, yes, but not…
“Oh yeah. He makes sure you’re not looking. It’s like he’s undressing you with his eyes, really. I’m surprised he doesn’t walk around with a hard on most of the time—”
“What? I tell ‘em as I see ‘em.”
“Good God, Sam, I’m going to have to keep him away from you. He’s corrupting you.”
Sam laughed over the phone and (Y/n) smiled a little.
“Like you haven’t?”
“I haven’t the slightest what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.”
“Any luck with Kankri?”
“Hey, it’s better than when he barely even knew of my existence! It’s a slow process!”
“A blade of grass growing is a slow process.”
“Shut up! I just don’t want to rush things!”
(Y/n) snickered at that. “You still haven’t told him, have you?”
“You know how most men are. You gotta be as subtle as a rhino for them to even get what you’re hinting at.”
“Just like Gamzee’s ‘subtle’ sex comments.”
This time it was Sam snickering. “Anyway, I got to head over to Nepeta’s. Karkat demanded a movie night, so I have to prepare myself mentally for the mind-mush called Romantic Comedies.”
(Y/n) laughed, “I have no pity.”
“Bite my ass. At least I won’t be alone—apparently he’s dragging Kankri into it.”
“Good, you can give him a big kiss during the climax of a movie.”
“Shut the fuck up, (Y/n).”
“Are you going to switch one of his movies for that horror movie you found?”
“I actually forgot about that, but now that you reminded me, yes, yes I will.”
“Awesome, tell me the results.” It was a known fact that Karkat hated horror movies with a passion and if one was playing, he wouldn’t move from his spot until it was over. It was quite amusing, actually.
“Will do. Later.”
“Bye,” (Y/n) hit the ‘end’ button and let the phone fall onto her lap. She was bored now. She had the next two days off, so….what to do?
A heated image of her and Gamzee moving in twisted sheets crossed her mind and she scowled, blushing.
“Damn that girl, now I can’t stop thinking about it…” she muttered, pushing to her feet, ignoring the phone as it fell to the floor. She walked to the kitchen to dig out a peach from her fridge to eat, sliced it, then walked back to the living room where she heard the phone ringing. After digging it out from underneath the couch it had slid under, she answered.
“Well hey, kitten.”
(Y/n) smiled at the familiar drawling voice.
“Hey, Gamzee. To what do I owe this call?”
“Why boredom, my sexy little cat.”
(Y/n) blushed as she sat down on the couch, the bowl of peach slices beside her.
“You know, I was thinking about calling you for the same reason.”
“Yup. Was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch movies with me. Apparently Sam’s heading over to Karkat’s for the brain-frying marathon of RomComs, so I figured I could do the same with a different genre.”
“You know me—horror, horror, action, and oh yeah, horror.”
Gamzee chuckled, “Sounds like a fun deal, kitten. Give me about thirty minutes.”
“Awesome. See you then.”
“That you will.”
(Y/n) smiled as she hung up the phone again and bounced off the couch to go hunt through her movies. She had a lot of horror and action and hidden somewhere on the shelf were a couple of romance movies and she had a collection of animated films in her room. After picking out her favorites and a couple she knew would scare the shit out of her, she placed the movies beside the television and sat down to finish her snack.
There was a knock at the door as she went to put her bowl in the sink and smiled as she walked to answer, finding Gamzee waiting with a rose and a lazy smile on his face.
“You’re early,” she teased as she stepped aside to let him in, taking the rose he offered her.
“Couldn’t wait to see ya, kitten,” he said, kissing her temple, making her blush. He knew how to give just the right amount of sweetness to his words to turn her into a pile of goo.
“Still cheesy, but sweet,” (Y/n) said with a smile and he grinned at her. “The movies are in the living room, I’ll be there in a minute. I want to put this in a vase.”
“Take your time, kitten,” Gamzee said, walking towards the living room.
(Y/n) found a small vase for the rose and put some water in it, before setting the rose and vase on the island in the kitchen, before walking back to the living room. Gamzee was already sitting on the couch comfortably, his arms draped over the back of it and legs spread in a typical male position.
“What’s the movie run-up tonight?” he asked with a lazy smile as (Y/n) thought his position was quite inviting and was debating on making this movie night into something a little more heated.
“Huh?” she blinked before processing what he said. “Oh. Well, we have~” She pranced over to the entertainment center and picked up the movies. “The Hills Have Eyes 1 and 2, Paranormal Activity 3, Sinister, which I haven’t watched yet, Insidious 2 and last, but not least, The Evil Dead.”
“Sounds like a fun night in the ghetto,” he joked and (Y/n) chuckled.
“Which movie you want to watch first?”
“The first one you mentioned.”
“The Hills Have Eyes it is then!” (Y/n) turned on the TV and the DVD player and popped the movie in, before going to sit down beside Gamzee, who wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. When she looked up at him, he just grinned.
“Gonna need someone to hold onto, you know. Safety measures.”
(Y/n) chuckled and laid her head against his shoulder as the movie started.
Three movies later and half-way through The Evil Dead, (Y/n) had to call for a break—one, because she had to use the bathroom, but mostly because she was going to have no sleep that night if she didn’t. She hadn’t seen the Evil Dead before and it freaked her the fuck out. Gamzee barely looked bothered, though she had felt him jump occasionally and tighten his grip on her. (Y/n) looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as she washed her hands and chuckled—her hair was a mess from constantly burying her face into Gamzee’s chest and peeking out again. She fixed her hair to look presentable, before going back out.
“Hey Gamzee, you thirsty?” she called, stopping in the kitchen to grab a soda for herself. “I’ve got Faygo in here.”
(Y/n) nearly jumped out of her skin when his voice came from behind her and she barely kept herself from whipping around and hitting him.
“Gamzee Makara!! Don’t do that!!”
Gamzee was helpless with laughter, leaning against the bar to keep from sliding to the ground as (Y/n) tried to calm her racing heart.
“Oh God, kitten!” He cackled, “Your reaction!! I haven’t seen anyone jump that high before!!”
“Oh, shut up, Makara,” (Y/n) scowled at him, even though his laughter had her lips twitching up in a smile. It was infectious. He wiped his eyes of tears of mirth and straightened his stance. “You’ve been waiting all night to do that, haven’t you?”
“Hell yeah. Well worth the wait,” Gamzee chortled.
“Jerk,” (Y/n) sniffed, turning to grab him a Faygo from the fridge before flouncing back to the living room. She heard Gamzee chuckle again as he followed. (Y/n) took a swig of her soda, before sitting down, Gamzee following suit. She set the drink on the coffee table, before curling up against Gamzee’s side again. Gamzee picked up the remote and hit play and the horror began again.
(Y/n) wondered how she managed to get through the Evil Dead and was grateful when Gamzee put in the third Paranormal Activity—she had seen it before, so she knew what to expect. It was a relief from the previous movie.
Apparently Gamzee had seen it as well, as he eventually grew bored and instead decided on another activity to entertain himself. (Y/n) didn’t realize that trying to find out how horny or embarrassed one can make his girlfriend was a game nowadays. She blushed fiercely as Gamzee nuzzled into her neck, that area of her body being very sensitive to touch.
“Gamzee, what are you doing?”
“Shh,” she felt him grin against her neck. “Just watch the movie. Ignore what I’m doing.”
“T-That’s hard to do…” she said, praying her voice didn’t sound as breathless as she was feeling at the moment.
“I’m doing nothing,” his voice was innocent, but she was sure if she looked at his face, his grin would be downright wicked. (Y/n) swallowed a little thickly and tried to turn her attention back to the movie. It really was quite hard to do when Gamzee was brushing light, butterfly kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder. She squirmed a little.
Gamzee chuckled deeply, “Something the matter, kitten?”
“Is something the matter, indeed,” she muttered. “You’re being mean.”
“Me? Mean? Never, ever,” he purred and (Y/n) bit her lip to suppress a shiver. That deep bedroom voice was driving her hormones wild. She had a suspicion he knew because he pressed his lips against her pulse, letting it flutter underneath the soft kiss he laid there. “Your pulse is racing, kitten.”
“W-Wonder why,” she stammered a little. He chuckled again as he lightly brushed his lips up along the length of her neck to the underside of her jaw. (Y/n) instinctually tilted her head back to offer more skin to him. His breath was hot as he breathed out and she felt the light pinch of teeth against her neck, followed by an even hotter tongue against the sting. Good lord, he knew what he was doing. Her body was uncomfortably flustered and hot.
Gamzee kissed his way along her jawline to her ear, where he lightly teethed her earlobe, before skimming across her cheek to her lips. His breath ghosted against her lips, his own a teasing centimeter away. (Y/n)’s eyes rose to his and she found smoldering, indigo pools looking hungrily into hers, sending a shock of lust through her. It made her anxious about how badly she craved him them, how it was even possible for someone to want another as badly as she did at that moment.
Gamzee seemed to read this in her eyes and his own darkened, before he closed the small space between them and gave her a searing kiss. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him back, a little unsurely, since this was the first time she had ever been kissed like this. His lips were dry and a little rough, but not unpleasantly so, his lip piercing only slightly cold. He was surprisingly gentle, despite the heat in the kiss, and showed her the basics of kissing, before he lightly nipped at her lips teasingly.
(Y/n) felt his hands gently grip her knees and turn her lower body to face him, which made her gasp a little and fall back against the couch since she no longer had the support against her back. Gamzee chuckled softly, looking down at her with that heated gaze, making her blush deeply and play with a lock of her hair, twirling it around her finger. He gently nudged her knees apart and leaned down between them to kiss her again, his body hovering over hers. She shivered a little as she felt his hands slide along the outside of her legs, following their contours. Shyly, she rested her hands against his shoulders, nervously playing with the sleeves of his shirt.
Gamzee softly chuckled against her lips, smiling as he kissed her again, sweetly this time. “Don’t be so nervous. I won’t do anything you’re not ready for,” he murmured and (Y/n) felt herself melt for a second time that night. She smiled shyly and nodded, before cupping the back of his head to pull him back into another kiss. She was nervous….but she knew what she wanted.
Gamzee rumbled deep in his chest, and he finally settled his body over hers, nearly groaning with how her soft curves felt against his hard body. It was like she was the missing piece to the puzzle, fitting snuggly against him, his body fitting between her thighs deliciously. He felt her shiver against him, every tremor that ran through her.
She was so different from the women he was used to, the women whom he took hard and fast and brutal. With (Y/n), he didn’t want to hurt her by accident, he was eager to draw this out and take his time, pleasuring her slowly. It got him excited just thinking about how she would sound moaning his name.
He parted his lips to lightly trail his tongue along the seam of hers, a silent request for permission. She granted it, allowing his tongue to slip in and map out uncharted territory, before coaxing her own into an ancient dance. Gamzee’s hands slid up her thighs again to grip her hips, his thumbs rubbing in small, slow circles against the bone that protruded forward slightly.
The kiss broke for air, their lungs burning and Gamzee took favor of kissing along her neck and jaw, teasingly nibbling the skin just to feel her shiver against him. Her back arched a little as she allowed her head to fall back, baring her neck to him. Gamzee gave a low rumble of approval, especially since arching her back made her hips press a little into his. So enticing.
(Y/n) shivered when she felt his hands slide around her hips to grip her ass, lifting her hips off the couch a little to press them into his lower half. Gamzee watched her expression with a smile when she felt his persistent problem pressing against the front of his jean, her face flushing a deep red.
“This…is what you do to me…constantly…” he purred deeply in her ear, making her blush more. “That sexy sway in your hips when you walk…that sweet little giggle you give…especially that cute blush on your face…everything about you makes me want you more…” He pressed his hips forward, his erection grinding a little into her heat and her breath caught. He could already feel how hot she was, through his jeans and her shorts. She caught her plump, red bottom lip between her teeth as she looked up at him through her lashes and he gave a soft groan, leaning down to kiss her again. “If only you knew the half of what I crave to do to you…”
(Y/n) more than eagerly parted her lips for him as he kissed her again, and her fingers, previously tugging on his sleeves, moved up his shoulders and neck to run through his wild, curling locks.
If that fucking doorbell hadn’t rung, he was pretty sure they would have been well into some seriously passionate love-making. He had just begun to peel her shirt off when the doorbell rang, scaring them both. (Y/n)’s jumping ended up knocking Gamzee onto the floor with an audible thud! This made the man give a low curse as (Y/n) fixed herself, blushing deeply, before she went to answer the door.
Gamzee laid on the floor where he landed, irritation flowing through him. He tapped his fingers on the floor as he listened. He swallowed a deep groan of distaste when he heard a familiar voice—it was Terezi, an old on-again-off-again. They really didn’t care much for each other, it was more for sexual benefit than anything else and they had fought when they had decided to try hooking up officially. What was she doing here, though?
Gamzee rolled onto his stomach and pushed to his feet as (Y/n) entered the living room again, looking mildly confused with Terezi behind her. Terezi was smaller in stature than (Y/n), with short, layered black hair and a small waist. She always had a wicked smile on her lips and she wore red sunglasses all the time. Despite being blind, she got around fairly easily.
“Gamzee, this woman says she knows you?” (Y/n) said, a little confused. Terezi gave a sultry smile, but all Gamzee did was curl his lip in irritation.
“Oh yes, Gamzee and I go way back,” Terezi purred, completely oblivious—or ignorant, as she was commonly known for being—to the fact that (Y/n) was standing right beside her. “We’ve had plenty of fun nights together, haven’t we?”
“Define ‘fun’,” Gamzee muttered. (Y/n) was looking a little uncomfortable so she quietly excused herself to the kitchen. This served to increase Gamzee’s annoyance level, much to Terezi’s amusement. Terezi waltzed up to Gamzee, who turned away when she leaned forward to try and kiss him.
“I thought you liked it when I kissed you,” she grinned.
“I’m in a relationship, Terezi,” he scowled.
“That’s never stopped you before,” she drawled. “You’ve been in ‘relationships’ with plenty of other girls and you still welcomed me to your bed anytime you felt she wasn’t putting out enough.”
“This girl’s different!”
“Different because she’s a goody-two-shoes?”
“Different because she actually cares for me!” He said angrily.
“Sure she does, Makara,” Terezi said, her voice cynical. “And the first time you lose control on her, that’ll change. It always does. But you know you always have me.”
“You have about ten seconds to leave, Terezi, before I lose control on you,” Gamzee growled dangerously. She gave a carefree laugh and turned, walking towards the front door. As she passed (Y/n), she made sure to say, loudly,
“My bed is always open for you~”
The door closed sharply behind her, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Gamzee was reluctant to look at (Y/n). He didn’t know what to expect from her—anger maybe, probably hurt and confusion.
Her voice automatically made him look up at her. She didn’t look angry or hurt—she looked rather calm, actually.
“Why are you looking like a whipped dog?” she asked, and he caught amusement in her tone. This confused him, frankly.
“You’re…not angry? Or upset?”
(Y/n) chuckled a little as she walked up to him, “I can hear everything that goes on in the kitchen.”
“I heard the entire conversation.”
(Y/n) chuckled again and she gently tugged the front of his shirt so he would lean down, letting her lean up and kiss him sweetly.
“You really are amazing, kitten,” he murmured against her lips, bemused. She chuckled a little.
“I trust you, Gamzee. You’ve shown that you won’t betray me like that,” she smiled. Gamzee felt a smile curl his lips and he nuzzled his nose against hers, just to hear her giggle.
“You are way too good for me.”
“Stop thinking like that,” she scolded gently. “There’s no such thing as being ‘too good’ for someone.”
“You’re proving to be it,” he smiled. (Y/n) just shook her head and kissed him again sweetly.
“Do you want to finish the movie or…?”
“No, I should probably go home,” he said with a soft sigh. She looked a little disappointed and he gave a small smile and kissed her forehead. “It’s for the best, kitten.”
“…alright. Will you call when you get home? So I know you made it back alright?”
Gamzee nodded and after he gave her a soft, lingering kiss, he left, leaving her standing in the living room, feeling like her night had gotten quite gypped.