Guzma x Reader One Shots

Tipsy! Guzma x Reader

Your POV.
The mansion reeked of booze, the grunts all drinking like it was world war two and a doctor was coming to saw their legs off. ( for those beans who know what that's from, PROPS  TO YOU! ) I stood to the side while the grunts were laughing, shouting, plainly, just being idiots. I've never been one to drink alcohol. It just was never my thing to do. Plumaria walked down the stairs, her eyes resting on the group of idiots, then to me. I could see the slight surprise on her face for a moment before she made her way to me.
"Hey, Y/N. Why aren't you drinking like the rest of those bozos?" she asked, leaning on the wall next to me.
"Hey, I just don't drink. It's not something I'd like to do-"
A sudden crash and deep laughter that caught me off guard startled Plume and I. We looked over to where the sound was erupting from to see Guzma laughing on the ground as a grunt laid passed out on the floor. He had a bottle of alcohol in his hand so we both came to a conclusion.
"He's drunk."
"Yep."
He slowly started laughing as he looked around, locking eyes with me. I froze for a second, being caught in those silver eyes. He smirked, then made his way over to us. I was, of course, nervous because that smirk never means something good. 
"Sup Plumes, Y/N."
I was surprised. He has never called me by my real name. It was always 'GRUNT! PIPSQUEAK! DO THIS OR DO THAT!' 
"Hey, Guzma."
"Boss...." I muttered softly.
"Should you really but up drinking Guzma, we don't need another drunk problem."
"I ain't drunk. I have barely had anything, ya boy ain't gonna get drunk."
He continued his conversation with Plume, ignoring me. I preferred it this way but when I looked at the grunts, an alcohol bottle came flying our way. I squeaked in surprise and ducked so it wouldn't hit me but as it almost came in contact with me, Guzma blocked me, his arms around me protectively. None of the grunts even noticed until Plume started yelling at them. He slowly let go of me, looking down at me.
"Are you ok, Y/N?" he asked, getting a quick nod from me.
"Are you?"
He smiled at me, chuckling a bit.
"I'm fine, don't worry about ya boy."
He pulled off his jacket, alcohol dripping off the back of his jacket. Underneath his jacket was a white tank top that just showed off his muscles and arms. I stared for a second, but when he looked at me, I looked away quickly. 
"Can you go throw this in the wash, pipsqueak?"
I sighed a little nodding and taking it. I slipped through the drunken crowd with a sigh, going down to the washroom down toward the basement. His jacket just reeked of alcohol as  I threw it in the washing machine and added some detergent. Starting it, I turned around to bump into someone.
"S-sorry..."
Looking up, I was faced with Guzma who was taking a sip of his alcohol. He smirked and walked toward me, trapping me between the washing machine and him. His arms went to either side of me and he leaned closer to me.
"B-boss?"
Suddenly, he pressed his lips to mine. I was stiff for a second then slowly melted into the kiss. When he pulled away, my cheeks were very warm. 
"Y/N... You're too cute for your own good. " he chuckled, hugging me," I hope you know that ya boy is tough on you because I love you. No, I am not drunk so it's not the alcohol talking... maybe..."
I chuckled a little, so glad that he loved me back.
"I love you too..."
We stood there hugging for a bit, a smile on my face until we heard the sound of a camera. We both let go and stared at the doorway to see Plume standing behind a few grunts who had cameras. 
"GRUNTS!!!!"
They quickly ran away as I stood probably red as a tomato. Guzma bolted after them as Plume came to me.
"You're lucky you know."
"I know..."
She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and then pulled me closer.
"If he hurts you, I'm gonna kill him. So let me know if anything happens ok?"
"Ok.."