Bugged (Guzma x Tsundere!Reader)

#2

You'd dozed off. Begrudgingly you accepted that being carried made you feel sleepy and tired. Besides, this guy didn't scare you, not in the least! He was more silly-looking than anything, right? And if he wanted to hurt you, he'd have done it already. But you couldn't help but notice a growing unease in the pit of your stomach when you looked up at a ceiling. You quickly leaned, checking instantly for Sylveon. Her Pokéball wasn't there...

It was then you noticed, from the opposite side of the tiny, grubby room, one of those idiot grunts looked at you. His expression worried, you guessed he was one of those twins who stole the Pokémon earlier.
"Haven't you had enough?" You said to him. He panicked briefly, then took a cheap-looking walkie talkie from his pocket.
"Yo, boss, uhh, she's up." He said into it.
You frowned at him. "What a stupid-looking walkie talkie." You said. The grunt gave you a pitifully offended look and you almost felt sorry for him, but before you could say anything, the door swung open and "boss" walked in.

You bit your lip.

"Out." The white-haired man said. With that one word, the grunt scurried out like a rocket and you were left with the young man.
"Ay, girl. You know who I am?" Guzma asked, looking at you from your bed, which was a grubby sofa. "Ya boy Guzma is here - bringing the PAIN!"

You took that as a threat, and jumped up, getting your fists ready.
"If you don't give me back my Pokémon, I'll make you give her back!" You yelled.
"Wha-" Guzma narrowly avoided a punch from you. "Ha-hey-"
You swung your fist again, and suddenly Guzma grabbed it with one of his own hands, a devious grin on his face. "Gotcha!"

You slapped him across the face with your other hand.

Guzma's pale skin turned red from the impact and he growled as he grabbed your other hand now as well, pulling you closer to him so he could glare into your eyes with his own, narrowed grey ones. "You don't know who ya messing with, don't you?! You're messing with Guzma - big bad boss of Team Skull!"
You pouted your face at him, despite the chills running through your body.
"J-just give me back Sylveon and leave me alone!" You barked.
"Geez, girl, you're no fun, you just wanna get your Pokémon and up and out of here? Huh? Well guess what, your boy ain't gonna let you go anywhere. Plus I told everyone you're my girlfriend anyway."

His...what!?

"W-what do you...!?" Your face turned a bright shade of red. "No way...you idiot!!"
One of your hands broke free of his grip and his other cheek was met wirh a slap now.
"Gah-!!"
"Idiot, idiot!" You cried. "I-I'm not your girlfriend."
Guzma managed to grab your hand again. A grunt walked in. "Y-yo...any trouble with your girl, boss?"
"Nah, we just roleplay like this, bring me handcuffs for darlin' here, would you?" Guzma asked as casually as he could.
"I'm not your...!" The boss muffled you with a hand.
As soon as the grunt left, Guzma pinned you against the sofa, his eyes dark. "Look, girl, I'll make you a deal. You pretend, and you get your Sylveon back. Alright?"
You calmed down a little. Your head still pounded with the sound of your own heartbeat though. "But, why?" you managed. "Why are you pretending to have a girlfriend?"
Guzma huffed. "Y'see, I heard some of my boys talking about whether or not I have one. There are a few gals in our group but...I can't get away with pretending forever. I need someone I can fake with a little."
You narrowed your eyes, squirming a little underneath him. "Why do you so badly want to prove you have a girlfriend?"
"'Cause we're different, alright? Having a girlfriend makes you cool, it proves you're cool. You wouldn't get it. It's all about reputation." Guzma snorted. "Anyway, if you don't listen to me, you won't get your fairy back any day soon, alright?"

The grunt returned to see Guzma hovering over you on the sofa, and his eyes widened exaggeratedly. "I-I'm sorry, boss!" He cried.
You blushed madly, realizing this position looked wrong.
"Whatever, give me them cuffs and get out!" Guzma yelled, grabbing them off the grunt, who dashed out of the room again.
He took your over - and cuffed you to - the leg of the sofa, smirking.

"You're gonna have to get used to life as my girlfriend for a little while." He said, crouching near you, his dark, intense eyes locked on to yours. "What's your name then, eh?"
You averted your eyes, glaring at nothing in particular and blushing. "Why do you care?!"
He cupped your chin. "I do care, a'ight?"
"Fine!" You huffed. "It's...(Y/N)."
"(Y/N)..." He repeated. "(Y/N)..."
You blushed deeper. "Stop saying my name like that! It's weird! You idiot!"
Suddenly, you felt him kiss you, and you froze, stunned. You couldn't tell if you'd grown pale from shock or bright red from embarrassment. When he pulled away, his groin was met with a powerful kick, and it was his turn to go pale.

"Ooohgggg..." he looked in pain with a strained moan of pain. You thought you saw tears in the corners of his eyes. "Damn..."
"I-I'm sorry...!" You said quickly as he looked like he was having a breakdown.
Guzma held his poor crotch for the longest, most awkward time, then he finally turned to you with fire in his eyes.
"I'll show you...!" He began with pure, unadulterated vengeance. "I'm going to kiss you so many times you'll learn to love every second of it!"

Your eyes widened. Oh no...! You saw him come in to steal another kiss. "Gah! I'll never bend to your will, you idiot, idiot, idiot!" You cried, feeling the heat return to your face.