Bugged (Guzma x Tsundere!Reader)

#3

You glared at the dumb-looking grunts from across the table as one of them brought you food. Guzma sat next to you. It was awkward. You didn't get along well with people your age. This wasn't even dinner. They all couldn't cook, and every time they touched food it was like the stuff wanted to rot. So they brought you KFC (Kentucky fried Combusken) and you stared down at the chicken, picking bits of breadcrumbs and looking glum.

"Hey, you okay?" Guzma asked you, his look of concern almost cute. You didn't want to admit it but you were warming up to him. You'd been here only for a day.
You had a reputation to keep, so you bit back, "Why do you care?!" and glared at him. He gave you a knowing smirk back at your reddening face, and went to open his mouth, but stopped.
A girl sauntered into the room, her expression bored and unamused. She threw her hands on her hips.
"So, where's my food?" She asked.
"Here, big sis!" A grunt said, passing her a box. She made a "tsk" sound and rolled her eyes.
"I'll pass, little boy. We've already had this crap three days in a row." She tossed it back, then stopped as she saw you and Guzma. Something seemed to flicker in her eye. "...Your girlfriend?"

Guzma grinned. "Hey, Plumeria, yeah, she's my girl."
You bit your lip and said nothing even when he swung an arm around you for effect.
Plumeria glared into you, moving her hips to one side. Then she seemed amused...much to your surprise. "She's cute." She walked away without another word. You were stunned by here somehow.

You and Guzma ate your fried Combusken among the grubby grunts. It was like they were kids. They didn't seem to even look after themselves properly. Afterwards the two of you headed into Guzma's room at the top of the building. It was alright. You were interested in his treasure chest full of Buginium Z stones. Guzma gave you one, even when you told him you didn't have a Z-Ring. It was okay. Nothing special or whatever, but it kind of made you fuzzy owning it.

"So, this is where ya boy hangs out when he's giving the big bad orders around these parts." Guzma said, slumping on his throne-chair-thing. He gazed down at you with a grin. You crossed your arms and stared back with an angry face.
"I don't really care!" You finally said.
Guzma narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Girl, can't you at least pretend to be interested?!"
You sighed. "Not until I get my Sylveon back. What's that Pokemon you mentioned before...Golisopod? What if I took that from you and kept you hostage, huh?"

Guzma shrugged hopelessly. "Alright, ya know what, I'll give it to you. You got some guts asking for your Pokemon back."
You went to snap back at him harshly, but you closed your mouth, instead not saying anything to make the process faster. Guzma found an ordinary Poke ball somewhere on the floor, and you recognized the mark that Sylveon accidentally made on it (it scuffed off some of the red Poke ball paint). There was no other mark like it. It was like a white cross, with one of the lines a little longer on the left side. You stepped forward a little and bit your lip when you saw it, and Guzma grinned at your eagerness.
"You don't seriously think I'm just going to hand it to you, do you?"

You huffed. You knew it wasn't going to be that easy. You just knew it. "Ugh! Alright, what do you want?!" You growled impatiently.

"Ya know what I want..." Guzma moved closer, waving the Poke ball teasingly. "I want you to give me a kiss."
Your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment as you turned away. "...Idiot..."
"Huh?" Guzma pretended to look oblivious to what you said.
"Idiot...idiot..." You covered your face. "D-don't we do enough of that?"
Guzma shrugged and grinned. "Nah, we're boyfriend and girlfriend so there can't be enough."
"Roleplaying," you corrected, uncovering your face, "we're roleplaying a girlfriend and boyfriend."
"Yeah sure, whatever." Guzma smirked. "So let's just roleplay a kiss...ya know...for practicing purposes."

You gritted your teeth. There was no way he'd let you have Sylveon without this, was there? Sighing, you closed your eyes. And heard a snigger. "Misheard me? I told you what I wanted, didn't I? I want you to give me a kiss."
You realized that this time, he wasn't taking a kiss from you but rather demanding it off you. Typical for a leader of thugs. Your face red, you decided to get it over with. You leaned in, and you really couldn't describe it any other way, pushed your lips on to his. You couldn't lie, they were...nice. He was nice, and he didn't taste bad either for a messy slob. He was warm, and he wrapped his arms around you. You felt warmth even from the inside, and though hated it, your heart leaped.

Sh-shut up, stop moving, stupid heart, your inner tsundere demanded angrily.