QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S4 Part 32 - Red

"Horror movie reference... this is the dress that managed to escape."

"Oh," you gave her a sad smile, "Thank you. I'm sorry again."

"It's not your fault in the slightest. Those idiots... They're getting reckless and giving us a bad name," she muttered.

You tried putting some feelers out, "Maybe change would be a good thing..?"

"Yes," she smiled, "I'm more than happy to put my faith in you, my queen."

Well... you sighed. No pressure. It wasn't like you were planning to ruin all their days by shutting operations down for good. The how was still in the blueprint stages.

Heller circled back to you and eyed the bag in your hands, "I wanna see."

You had a dry comment to blow him off, but as soon as he was near you again you were defused. He pulled you into him so casually, and kissed you, like you were a real couple or something. The weirdest part was that you didn't resist. It felt like second nature to you too.

Forgetting about anyone in the room, his scent was driving you crazy. You thought you had gotten used to it after wearing his jacket all day but you were back to being spellbound.

"Why don't we..." he traced a finger over your jawline, "Get you out of these clothes, first."

You blushed, remembering the man had zero filter even with an audience. His suggestion worked, one because you needed to flee that room before he said anything else embarrassing, and two because you were ready to kiss him some more.

Heller brought your back to his room this time, where his hands helped you quickly dispose of of your multiple layers keeping you warm. Your skin soaked up his every touch, feeling pleasure from areas you didn't think could.

"I need the dress," you said, reaching around him for the bag you tossed on the bed.

"I think it's bad luck to see the dress before the party," he said drowsily, more concerned about kissing every inch of your neck.

"That's a wedding," you laughed, "Haven't... haven't we done enough for one day?"

He paused, looking up at you with a sly expression, "Enough? You done with me, kijo?"

"I'm just already feeling pretty energized," you explained, but chirped when his hand closed around your breast, "And! And my dad is coming..?"

"Mhm."

"We should talk about this... and please stop! I can't focus!"

He growled, still playing, and dropped your almost naked frame onto the bed. Obeying - hardly - he remained standing and leaned against his bed post with lust-filled eyes.

"What's going to happen tonight?" You asked, after sitting up as dignified as possible, "What is my grandma doing with the cult?"

"My guess, what she's wanted to all along. She's never liked me, and has her own set of followers," he said, "Like mine who will be here tonight."

"Is this the divide you were talking about, then?"

He nodded.

"The cultists at the shop seemed a little crazier than you guys," you said, "More like how I imagined you all would be."

"Yeah. We have our favorites and our least favorites. Those are our least favorites," Heller positioned himself in front of you and knelt down, like a proposal. His hand cupped above your knee, while his lips pecked the cap. He looked up to meet your eyes, "But me and my knights, we only serve the queen."