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Brain wasn't blind to his surroundings.

He prided himself on being a man of intuition—someone who simply had an inkling and relied on it on his day-to-day life, be it in battle or while interacting with others.

To say he didn't notice the cases of keyblade wielders being in a state of melancholy after the war would be foolish on his behalf. What could he do to change that?

Hey everyone, Alice here! Welcome back to my KH vault! ^^

I've been meaning to share this story written for the Brain zine about two years ago for a while now, since I'm honestly quite happy with how it came out! I was never much of a Brain fan, but I definitely grew appreciation for him while writing this.

It's meant to be a retelling of the in-game cutscene in which he creates the Spirits in KHUx post-Keyblade War. Wanted to dive into the hows and whys of him creating them, so hopefully you'll enjoy!

Brain wasn't blind to his surroundings.

He prided himself on being a man of intuition—someone who simply had an inkling and relied on it on his day-to-day life, be it in battle or while interacting with others. He was also very bright, both academically and psychologically.

To say the ravenette didn't notice the cases of keyblade wielders being in a state of melancholy would be foolish on his behalf. And it was a number that continued to rise almost at an alarming rate.

“Getting some fresh air?” A voice brought Brain back to reality, as he realized he had been leaning on one of the pillars outside of the prestigious Clock Tower that had once served as a hideout to the Foretellers. The view from above was breathtaking, and also remarkably spacious to all of Daybreak Town in its glory.

Adjusting his fedora in a way that would slightly cover his face, the ravenette smirked. “With all the paperwork and dusty old cabinets, can you blame me?”

His companion—their leader, a fact he'd have to get used to—chuckled softly at the comment. “Fair enough. Out of all of us, I'm kinda glad you're the one who volunteered to sort through the Foretellers' stuff. You seem to know your way around books.”

“Books contain the knowledge that people didn't have the courage to speak aloud. At least that's how I see it. For now, I haven't really found much of use other than what I already gave you…”

“Oh, don't worry! That's not why I'm here. Just wanted to see how you were doing, that's all!” Ephemer scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, one that had Brain realizing how true and genuine he was, unlike many others he'd met before. Probably one of the qualities Master Ava saw in him.

“Oh? How thoughtful of you then, fearless leader.” Brain rolled his eyes, which caused Ephemer to lightly punch him in the arm in protest, only to end up having a chuckle erupt between them as it echoed through the empty halls. It was rather… nice.

“I wonder how everyone's doing…” Ephemer spoke softly, as if it were more of a thought to himself rather than a question. The albino then proceeded to lean forward as he stared at the town below, admiring the view with a bittersweet gaze twinkling in his eyes. “I know this was all meant to happen, and it was for a greater purpose and all… I just wish the Dandelions didn't have to pay the price for it.”

“So he sees it too. Of course he does, I mean, anyone would.” Wielders could be seen in the distance by Fountain Square—the usual pep in their step gone and replaced with something much somber. As if there was a much heavier weight resting on their shoulders that would never permit them to be the same ever again.

This was the result of war.

“I wonder where he's at.” Ephemer spoke once more, this time curiosity evident in his voice as he leaned forward and squinted at the blobs in the distance. The ravenette couldn't hold back the chuckle that erupted. “Who?”

As if he'd forgotten he wasn't alone, the other boy jolted slightly and then went to scratch at the back of his head once again. A habit of his, Brain could only presume. “A-Ah! It's nothing, just a friend of mine! He isn't technically a Dandelion but he survived the war. Haven't seen him since, though…”

“Well, if he's a friend of yours, I'm sure he's fine. Probably goofing off somewhere.” Brain let himself smile for a moment at the statement, and then went to express what he'd been thinking about before Ephemer arrived. “If something like this was meant to happen in the Book of Prophecies, then I'm sure there must be some way to make it better. We just haven't found it yet. So don't give up so soon, leader.”

Staring in slight disbelief, the albino returned the gesture. “Thanks, Brain. You're right. Just gotta follow the clues laid out for us!”

“May your heart be your guiding key…” Brain nodded alongside his companion.

If there was a way to reverse the effect the Keyblade War had on all the wielders, he was positive he'd find it. As Union Leader, it was now part of his duties. No one deserved the dark hollowness that was brought by this aftermath.

He was going to make things right.

That was the duty of a leader.

The Foretellers' chamber was nothing like he expected.

For people who were meant to be an example to the entire Keyblade wielder population, they certainly didn't put ‘tidiness’ too high up on their priority list. You could probably argue that training would be at the top of that metaphorical list, but organization was the foundation to any good regimen, and this room was anything but organized.

Brain wasn't lying to Ephemer when he mentioned all the dusty old cabinets and scattered paperwork that he'd tried piecing together for the past few days. The place almost seemed ransacked, and as if someone had left in a hurry and didn't even bother to put everything back where it belonged.

Easier for him at least, since he could start a new system without any complications.

The room had hardly any furniture in it, despite what the size might suggest. Filing cabinets, a few bookshelves, the grand round table, and a small working station that most definitely belonged to the Master of Masters.

“You know your eyes are gonna fall off if you keep staring at those all day, right? It's not like if you read them again it will make something new appear!” A high-pitched voice spoke behind the ravenette's shoulder, not startling him in the slightest despite the fact that he was supposed to be alone.

“I actually started collecting lots of data based on the evidence left on these pages. And I wouldn't have been able to do that without thorough research, Chirithy.” Leaning back against the chair, Brain smiled as he turned to face his spirit companion.

The tiny creature merely let out a long sigh as it adjusted itself comfortably on the table. “It's always you and your research. Have you even eaten anything?”

“Some fruit from the Moogle Shop. You don't need to worry about me, I know my limits.” He waved his hand dismissively as he tried to get Chirithy off the book he'd been previously reading, and the small cat-like spirit could only reluctantly agree with a huff. “You say that, but you've barely gotten any sleep this week! I've had to wake you up at least three times just to get you on time for your meetings…”

Brain recalled the instances his companion was referring to, but immediately shook them off as he nodded towards the corner of the room. “If you want to get some load off my shoulder, why don't you tidy up around here? I've been inhaling nothing but dust and cobwebs for at least a few days.”

Turning to look at where the boy was pointing, Chirithy raised its eyebrows as it saw only a broom staring back at them. The spirit crossed its tiny paws, almost looking offended. “You think I'm this place's janitor or something?”

With a shrug, the ravenette picked up the book from before and pretended to start reading again. “I'm just saying, you'd really be helping me out.”

Chirithy stayed silent for a moment, its tiny fedora covering most of its face as they stared down at the floor. It didn't take more than a few seconds before a grumble was heard and the spirit jumped off the table. “Fine! But I'm only doing this because it's my duty as your spirit guardian! Also if someone else comes in here, I'm saying it was your idea!”

The Union Leader laughed as his Chirithy made its way towards the desired spot. “I'm counting on you, partner!”

More grumbling could be heard in the distance. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Just be sure to find something useful in those dumb old- woah!”

The carefree moment was short lived as the sound of collision reached Brain's ears. In its whining, the spirit hadn't noticed the cabinet that the broom had been leaning on, and promptly crashed against the solid surface with enough force to knock it over along with all the contents inside. The ravenette quickly stood up and made his way over. “Chirithy!”

Small clouds of dust had also surfaced from the fall, which caused the keyblade wielder to cough and wave for the puffs to go away. Chirithy suddenly emerged from the chaos—thick dust covered its body, and only a tiny area that appeared to be its nose was left untouched. “I-I'm…fine…”

After realizing his companion was unharmed, Brain visibly relaxed and allowed himself to chuckle at the display. “You know what? That look suits you quite well. Now you look like a black cat! That should teach you to watch where you're going.”

Chirithy began shaking its body to try and get rid of the black coal in its fur. “Hey, it wasn't just me! When you have piles of stuff lying around, how do you expect people not to trip?”

“What are you talking about? I didn't put anything-” The boy was quickly cut off mid-sentence, as he turned behind the creature and found a pile of books he hadn't seen before. Where did those even come from?

Brain walked towards the tumbled pieces of literature and knelt down to pick one of them up. A thick film of dust painted over the cover, and as such he blew at it to try and get some off. What lay underneath was something the ravenette could've never been prepared for.

The Master of Masters' journal.

“Brain? What's wrong?” Chirithy's voice brought the boy back to reality as he remained frozen in shock. Quickly standing up, he headed back to the workstation and planted the heavy book on the table. “Chirithy, I think we're finally onto something. I'm gonna need some time to read through this, okay?”

The tiny spirit perked its ears in curiosity, but understood the importance of the situation and simply saluted as he picked up the fallen broom. “Yes, sir! This place will be sparkling clean before you know it!”

As soon as the spirit left to start the sweep, Brain sat down and began flipping away.

He was thankful that after so many days going from one book to the other nonstop, he had learned the skill of skimming through pages in a matter of seconds. And the things that the young wielder was seeing were nothing short of fascinating.

Stories from the Master's youth. Entries on the Foretellers. Speculations on how the Keyblade War would begin and how to prevent it.

But there was one page in particular that immediately caught Brain's eye: ‘Creating The Spirit Chirithys’.

“Is this… a recipe to create a Chirithy?” The ravenette knew that the Masters had created the Chirithys as a means to give guidance to all Keyblade wielders, but he never actually stopped to question the method that was used to bring them to life. If this truly was a step-by-step process on how to create a Chirithy, then he had discovered a gem.

All Chirithys were meant to guide and protect their partners from darkness, and according to the Master's journal, they could also indicate the state of a wielder's heart—whether it still belonged to the light or not.

But above all else, the boy found one trait to be of particular interest: A Chirithy was able to consume its wielder's nightmares and protect them from them.

It was fascinating for certain, but Brain's mind couldn't help but wander into a possibility of something else. Something that could benefit all wielders, especially regarding their current situation. “If Chirithy can consume people's nightmares… What if they could also do that with bad memories? Those that bring nothing but pain and sorrow?”

Memories like those of the Keyblade War.

The prospect was far too enticing to pass on. Flipping through the pages, Brain looked into the strange list of materials he needed for the experiment—from Lux all the way to Fairy Dust. Thankfully, the ravenette had seen most of these scattered around the cabinets in the room.

He quickly gathered everything he could find, and began adding some slowly into a small circular beaker.

If he wanted this to work, he wouldn't just have to replicate a Chirithy, but also modify the spirit into something different. Something unique.

Staring at the instructions on his lap that seemed more like a load of rambling notes, Brain couldn't help but sigh as he massaged his temple in slight frustration.

Something told him it was going to be a long night.

“Aww he's so fluffy!”

“H-He's also a lot heavier than he looks!”

Skuld and Ventus were doting all over the small pink feline spirit, currently snuggling against the blonde's neck and licking away at his cheek. Skuld was scratching at the fluff in the creature's neck, giggling in glee.

“So these spirits are like Chirithy? What exactly are they for?” Ephemer stared from afar at the duo with a smile on his face, yet side eyeing Brain for an answer.

“Turns out the answer was staring us right in the face this whole time. The Book of Prophecies gave us the task to create spirits that will aid wielders in forgetting everything regarding the war.” The ravenette flipped the pages of his own copy until he landed on the aforementioned task left for them.

Ephemer's eyes widened slightly. “Forget the war? You mean… erasing their memories?”

“Exactly. Chirithy has the ability to devour our nightmares, and these little guys would have a similar purpose—erase the memories that cause most pain, in this case being the war. We would be the only ones who would recall the event.” The only ones that would carry the burden. As any leader should.

“I see…” The albino kept his gaze fixated on Ven and Skuld, watching them giggle and laugh at the small creature running around them in circles. His smile changed to a more somber one. “As long as it's protecting them, I don't see why we shouldn't go with it.”

Noticing Ephemer's change in demeanor, Brain elbowed him on the side with a smirk. “Don't you worry, leader. The memories left behind will be nothing but good ones. And besides, its not like only one person will be holding onto this secret. You're not alone. You've got us.”

Returning his smile to normal, the boy elbowed him in return with a wink. “Yeah, you're right. And speaking of not being alone, neither are you. You should get some rest while the rest of us look into the chamber.”

Brain scoffed slightly. “I'm fine, but thank you for the concern.”

Ephemer merely raised an eyebrow. “Your Chirithy said they've caught you passing out in the desk more often than usual.”

“What? When did he-?”

“It smells to me like he could use a shower, too. May I interest you in a little something called soap?” Out of nowhere, Lauriam joined in on the teasing as he walked next to the ravenette with a smug look on his face.

Laughter erupted between the two and Brain could only sigh in defeat.

He was never the type to do things with others in mind. He was a loner for the majority of his life. And yet here he was, being thrusted onto a world with different values and ideas from his own, still it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.

Maybe Master Ava was right.

The future wasn't decided, no matter what the Book told them. And with a group as unpredictable as theirs, perhaps they stood a chance at making things better.

For everyone.

✦𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬!✦

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anoradraws · 2 years

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The Jacket

A Guzma x Reader Short Story

Summary: You travel to the large mansion of Po Town to challenge the boss of Team Skull, Guzma, but after every grunt battles, puzzles, and other obstacles you finally arrive at his throne room at the top floor of the Shady Mansion; but once you entered, he’s not there... except for his jacket sitting on his makeshift throne.

Editor’s Note: This is kinda silly, stupid, and weird even for me, yet I wanted to write this anyway, but hey let me know what you think about it.

⚠️WARNING:⚠️Sexual preferences, explicit language, nudity; read at your own caution!

Po Town was considered one of the most dreary and miserable areas in Ula’Ula Island of Alola; nearly run down to ruins by a band of misfits known as Team Skull, who took over the town many moons ago, with the help of two leaders-- the second in command known as ‘Big Sis’ named Plumeria, and the Boss and founder of Team Skull named Guzma, who is said to be the most dangerous and threatening of the organization.

You traveled there for one purpose though: to challenge Guzma to a battle!

With help from the local police officer, and Ula’Ula Island Kahuna, Nanu, you enter through the walled gates into the decrepit town and begin your pathway to the large mansion located near the edge of the small borough, known as the Shady House, where you were told at some point during your journey is Guzma’s lair. You encounter several grunts along the way as they tried to slow you down, but you pressed onward with you head high as a Sirfetch’d ready for combat.

Finally, you arrive at the mansion; and once you stepped inside you see that it was far more dilapidated than even the town itself. With broken windows and ripped curtains, spray painted and slashed paintings hung on the walls, and several boxes stacked as walls in almost every corner of the main lobby. You didn’t hesitate as you start searching through every available room for clues as well as battled more grunts until you make your way up to the stairway to the second floor, careful to avoid the fallen chandelier as it blocked the second set of stairs of the main staircase.

You repeat the same process as the main lobby, and afterwards you manage to find an alternative route to the balcony outside. It was nearly a more dangerous tread to the other side of the building as the floor and rooftop soaked with the never-ending rain that continued to pour over the town, but carefully you were able to pass through without a scratch or otherwise.

You enter through a large window on the other side of the house after being outside for a steady but short while, and you walk through the large hallway until you finally approach a doorway at the end. In the pit of your stomach you feel this must be where Guzma is hiding; this is it, no turning back now, you take a deep breath and slowly but confidently opened the door and entered the room.

Once inside, you oddly find... no one is here, not even Guzma.

“Huh, that’s weird. Where’s Guzma?” You asked to yourself. “Usually he’d go all ‘big bad whatever’ to see me.”

It is strange; you expected a feeling of a Boss fight cutscene from a video game, but it turns out he’s not even in his room; then, out of curiosity you decide to snoop around for a while before concluding to leave and perhaps try again at a later time.

First, you noticed a large chest of lime green colored crystals called Buginium Z, an object usually given to trainers by Kahunas or Totem Pokémon after completing a trial as part of an Alolan tradition called the Island Challenge; then you rummage through the closet full of Ariados webbings and tattered clothing that looked like suits and dresses that belonged to possibly the previous owners of the mansion before it was taken over by Team Skull. You noticed the King Sized bed across the room, a large cabinet behind it filled with half empty and full bottles of liquor that seemed to be hardly touched, two safes that held the cabinet atop, and you finally spot the makeshift throne which made you roll your eyes in annoyance by how it’s set up. A large worn purple colored lay-z-boy sits atop two large flat platforms with a hallway rug underneath the furniture, two table stands sit on each corner of the platform with one of them having a laptop, and sitting on the chair sits a lone black clothing in which you suddenly took a strange interest in.

You approach the “throne” and slowly reach down to touch the cloth, but a foreboding vibe chills through your spine as a side of your mind is trying to warn you not to touch the fabric; but you ignore the ominous hints and, like a cursed artifact from a sacred temple, with delicate ease you finally pick up the apparel.

You study the clothing and realize it was a black hoodie, but not just any hoodie, it’s Guzma’s signature short sleeve hoodie with the large Team Skull logo on the back and black zig zag patterns with white backdrop on the sleeves and the sides. Whatever possessed you to hold and touch the leader’s coat is even beyond your self-conscience, yet here you are.

You hold onto the hoodie a little longer, feeling the recent warmth that lingers even within the sleeves, and at that moment-- only for that moment-- you felt a forbidden passion about the hoodie, like a warm summer breeze blowing through your hair during an outing, but you instantly shrug off the feeling and finally throw the hoodie back on the chair.

“Okay, I dunno what that was about, but I’m leaving!” you said with a final stomp toward the door to exit the room.

For some reason you stop; just as you reach up to grab the handle of the door, you oddly look back at the jacket, and then back at the door again. Rationally, you want to leave, but a more mischievous side of you is weirdly calling for that hoodie as a playful idea slowly starts to form in that messed up head of yours.

“Hmm...” You pondered and then give a devious grin. “I guess it wouldn’t really hurt to try on the jacket-- just for a little bit, at least.”

So, you unhook your backpack and set it next to the chest of Buginium Z-Crystals, and then you pick up the hoodie once more and easily slip it on, feeling the lingering warmth once again but this time it’s now shrouded around your upper body.

It was larger than you expected, understandably because Guzma himself is quite a very tall man (maybe even taller than your family member you know well of), and while you start to take a liking in wearing the jacket, another idea comes to your mind-- and now you start to mimic Guzma while standing in front of the purple colored chair.

“Oooh, lookit me, ‘I’m da Big Bad Boss who beats ya down and beats ya down and beats ya down blah blah BLAH blah BLAAAH’!” You mocked with a hearty laugh and tuned into a croaking voice to mimic Guzma’s. “’YEAH, big bad GUZMA is here‘!”

You start to run around like a preschooler, imitating Guzma’s slouching, walking, and almost every other gimmick he does to make himself look intimidating to the public’s eyes. “’I use Bug-Types because everything else SUCKS’! ‘Ya boy’s a big bad stinky rotten no good asshat with nothing else better to do than steal people’s Pokemon and knock out bus stop signs because they also SUCK’!”

You laugh and giggle, trot around and stomp around, as you continue to mimic Guzma for only a couple more minutes until you finally settle yourself on the large lay-z-boy to take a break from poking fun of the Team Skull leader. You can’t help but laugh at your jokes, but then that laughter slowly turns silent as you look around the room once more. At that point you start to feel a little lonely, well not quite Cubone lonely so to speak, but nonetheless you feel a bit empty inside.

You study the room for a few more minutes pondering to yourself of how Guzma really does feel when he’s not always ‘Big and Bad’ as he always claims. You shook your head at first as you logically feel the man’s a total menace, a danger to everyone in Alola, and yet... there was something more about him than even you don’t know about. For a moment, you actually felt sorry for him; why it is, you don’t know, and as you try to shake off the feeling it wouldn’t go away.

The way you taunt him earlier starts to slightly haunt you, almost feeling bad for even poking fun of him, and that’s when you look down at the jacket once more. The hoodie feels so warm around you, with his scent still lingering in the fabric; musty with some hints of a mild cologne brand, and some cocoa. It was a very odd smell, but you seemed to take a liking to it, making you flush a pretty shade of rose on your face.

Admittedly, when you first met Guzma back at Malie Gardens, you thought him as a very terrifying man with the way he talks smack and scares the living daylights out of everyone around him, but over time you weirdly wanted to know him more, as you secretly developed a slight crush on him, that is until one day when the grunts kidnapped a little girl’s Yungoos from the Aether House and you had to go through Hell and back to retrieve the poor thing and take it back to the child. This is actually your second trip to Po Town to be honest, as you felt enough is enough of Team Skull’s harassment among Alola, and wanted to battle Guzma to force him and his gang to pack up and leave.

That was the original plan at first...

However, as of tonight, Guzma’s not at the mansion, and as far as the grunts you battled earlier, are still hanging out at the house but they’re actually not even noticing you’re in Guzma’s room, wearing his jacket and sitting on his throne.

After taking some time to look back on your thoughts, you start to sit back more on the throne to take a little comfort to yourself. You start to feel a slight breeze in the room, probably coming from the cracks of the main doorway, and you feel cold until you pull Guzma’s jacket closer and tighter to you. Then you feel the passion from earlier come back to you, now more alleviating than before, and for some reason you feel like his presence is slowly wrapped around you, keeping you warm, soothing, and loving.

You cuddle within the hoodie a little more, smelling his scent ever so tenderly to your warmth, and that’s when you start to feel a heat inside you, a wanting feeling, even with Guzma’s hoodie dressed on you.

Without thinking, but at the same time you wanted to, you take off your regular clothes and set them next to your backpack against the chest of Buginium Z-Crystals, leaving nothing but your panties on.

You wrap Guzma’s hoodie ever so tightly yet comfortably around your upper body, ignoring the breeze flowing through your bare legs; the lingering smell of Guzma still wafts against your face, and the fabric shrouds you ever so tenderly like he was really hugging you. Then, as you keep stroking the hoodie with gentility, you slowly reach your hand into your panties, imagining it’s Guzma’s as you start to rub against your clit, pleasuring yourself to the thoughts of Guzma all around you while you wear the hoodie like it were hypnotizing you.

After a few minutes, you hardly hear the door of the throne room creak open as you were starting to feel a climax coming soon, and at that moment, that’s when you hear his voice.

“Wow, this is a new one!”

You finally snap out of your masturbating trance after hearing that deep but familiar voice, accidentally scratching your clit with one of your fingernails; you whimper by the graze, despite not being as painful, as you quickly turn around with your legs both feeling a little like jelly and keeping your nether regions covered despite wearing the panties; you also wrap the hoodie very tightly to hide your bare breasts, and finally you see him in the flesh, straight and tall, with a befuddled look about his face-- Guzma!

“OH ARCEUS!!!” You panicked at Guzma’s unexpected arrival. “G-Guzma, I-I did-- I-It’s not what it looks like, I mean-- I didn’t mean-- I-I can explain--”

You feel so mortified by this moment as you feel your whole body flush red, getting caught by the one person you were starting to develop feelings for, and even worst of it all is you’re still wearing his hoodie.

Guzma continues to stare you down with a deep stupefied look on his face after catching you masturbating in the middle of the room with his coat on; at the same time however, in all the months he’s come to know you since your first encounter back at Malie Gardens, he’s definitely surprised to see a daring and freaky side of you, especially in this current predicament.

“I go down to help a couple of the grunts move a sleeping Snorlax from the swimming pool for a couple hours,” He cries with an annoyed tone. “and now I find (Y/N) here, rubbing one out in the middle of MY room, wearing MY jacket like the horny slut she is! This is definitely something I’d never expect from a goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet like you, that’s for sure!”

At this point you just want to get out of this house, go back to your home, and hide beneath thirty blankets on your bed for the rest of your life after what you had just done. You couldn’t help it, somehow you were in the mood, and you didn’t want the moment to stop. Very weird and wrong, especially for you but face it, deep down you actually want Guzma, you never felt anything like this for him or anyone beforehand; now, you just don’t know what to think of anymore or make any excuse to get yourself out of this moment, and perhaps not even Guzma would want to see you the same way again.

“I... I-I’m so sorry...” You apologized as your whole body is still blushed in embarrassment. “I’ll go ahead and leave now, I’m sorry this happened.”

However, as you turned your back to head to the chest of Z-Crystals to get your belongings, Guzma grabs you by the arm and pulls you a little close to him. He looks over you like a leaning tower, studying you and quite frankly admiring you in your current state.

He chuckles slightly and gives you a sinister grin on his face. “Don’t get me wrong, now I know you couldn’t have just come here to mess with my stuff, but since you’re here anyway and.. I hate to admit... you look pretty cute in my hoodie.”

Your face blushes even redder as Guzma confessed his interest in you; then you smirked nervously and you feel a warming comfort through your skin.

Then, Guzma’s smile widens as he spoke once more. “But... there is one thing that doesn’t go with that jacket.”

“What’s that?” You asked.

Guzma leans closer to your ear and whispered. “Your panties... Take them off.”

Your eyes widen as you thought he must’ve seen your underwear while you try to hide the rest of your body with his coat, but after a moment with your thoughts, you surrender to Guzma’s command and easily take off your panties and push them aside, now fully nude but with Guzma’s jacket still clinging around your upper body.

Guzma gives a lustful look in his eyes as he reaches out to you once more. “Now, c’mere!”

Guzma pulls you in and finally locks his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside between the wet and slobbery smooches you both take in. You and Guzma make out for the next few minutes until Guzma picks you up in a bridal fashion and takes you over to the bed, laying you flat on your back and once you hit the mattress the jacket you’re still wearing bounces open to reveal your full nude body for Guzma to gaze in awe as he climbs over you.

“Damn, you’re hotter than I imagined,” Guzma compliments as he dives to your neck and starts nibbling at the base of your skin.

You and Guzma make out a little more until he starts feeling up your breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, and suckling them while you grasp a hand between the locks of Guzma’s soft, messy, white hair, and breathing out a few gasps and moans in between. Shortly, Guzma makes his way down slowly and tenderly across your stomach, kissing every part until he reaches your thighs; he sits up and takes off his white shirt and throws it to the floor, and then he takes your thighs and spreads them apart, revealing your already wet, shaved nether regions.

Licking his lips, Guzma takes another dive and goes straight to your clitoris, drubbing and engulfing the sensitive area, making you mewl in ways you’ve never experienced before, which at one point made Guzma look up at you to see your squirming in ecstasy, making his eyes glint in delight. In between laps, Guzma reaches a finger into your entrance, thrusting and touching all your more delicate expanse, making you all the more wetter for him, and more eager for his performance.

“Think you can take on my cock now, baby?” Guzma teased as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Hesitantly, you nodded with your eyes bleary in lust, and you whole body already in motion to take anything the Big, Bad Boss will give you at this point.

“Good.” He grins; eyes glowing with desire and his smile as wide as a mischievous Gengar.

Guzma strips of the remaining clothing he had on, slipping out his already hardened cock, which is far larger than even you had imagined, and in a moment he finally yet gently slips inside your entrance. Slowly, he gets you used to the feeling of him inside you while thrusting back and forth, making you groan in delight of this moment; shortly, he begins to take you a little faster and teasing you with more kisses and bites to your upper body.

Both Guzma and you touch your foreheads for a minute as Guzma grinds faster into your pussy, stretching you and filling you with every inch of his cock; you yell his name in the air, begging for more, and he teases you once again while cupping your breasts to rub them in between each pound he takes to you.

“Ahh fuck... fuck, you’re so good! I’m gonna... almost...” Guzma pants as he nears his climax, while at the same time you also reach for yours while holding onto his upper body with your arms, clinging for dear life while Guzma fucks you to oblivion.

You yell out his name once more, and he yells for yours, and finally the both of you cum, both your heads throttle back in the wake of your climax as Guzma fills you with his seed and your juices squirm out alongside his slick dick. Both you and Guzma shortly collapse atop each other on the mattress, taking in each other’s bodies closer in an afterglow cuddle and gazing into each others’ eyes. You and Guzma make out slowly and tenderly once more, taking in another moment to yourselves until Guzma pulls out of you and relaxes himself to take another breather for himself as he lies next to you.

You also relax from the exhilaration of the lustrous intercourse you and Guzma had gone through, not even realizing the jacket your still wearing, but you also gladly didn’t take it off through the whole event. In a while afterwards, you roll yourself atop Guzma’s chest, laying your head about to hear his soothing heartbeat as you rest while Guzma wraps and arm around your shoulder in comfort. Both you and Guzma ease yourselves in a pleasant cuddle, until Guzma breaks the ice once more.

“So... What was that earlier about knocking out bus stop signs because they suck?”

At that moment, your eyes widen in shock; you had forgotten about your mocking Guzma earlier, while pretending to be him as you wear his hoodie. You look up at him and gave him a nervous chuckle, along with a very timid crooked smirk, realizing that Guzma had possibly overheard your previous insults about him before all the sexual pleasures you and Guzma endured.

Something tells you this was going to be a long night.

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