A Little Late
Request: If this is ok, can I also ask about Harry Hook x Reader based on that dialogue: - I’m not acting like a good boy if you wearing this at the party - It’s a ball - Whatever - …Is that a promise? - It is - Well, then I’m definitely wearing this at the ball (I hope you don’t mind that I couldn’t include the last few quotes, I’m really sorry bout that!)
Rating: T (Borderline smut)
Warnings: Swearing and implied smut (KIDS LOOK AWAY)
A/N: This is the first SORTA suggestive fic that I’ve ever made, so I hope you guys like it! @pizzaplanethq @blog-lady-vi
Your new home, Auradon, wasn’t as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional pretentious douche, but most of the students at Auradon Prep were very nice and understanding.
Some were a little too nice and understanding to your boyfriend, Harry.
Of course, the princesses and fairies at Auradon Prep immediately took a liking to Harry, supposedly falling for the “bad boy” act. And like a smooth “bad boy” he was, he took all the attention in, smiling smugly at all his new fans. Sometimes you felt the urge to knock that smirk off his face, but then his obsessive posse of fangirls would probably hunt you down, regardless of you being his significant other.
After the Cotillion, more dances or similar types of events were scheduled. Apparently the people in Auradon get really excited about getting dressed for a night and dancing the night away. You couldn’t blame them, you fell in love with the glitz and glamour right away.
Auradon wasn’t cheap on ballroom dances, that’s for sure.
Tonight, for the second time of the week, another dance was planned by Fairy Godmother for King Ben. “You could never have enough parties!” The woman would say as she set off to organize another big-budget extravaganza.
To be honest, your feet were sore from all the dances, but the excessive amount of food lured you in. As long as there was free food involved, you were in.
Unfortunately, Harry didn’t feel the same. He was still trying to get used to all the fanciness and frivoloties of Auradon and after just one dance, he was spent.
Your boyfriend whined from the bed, groaning as you tried to make him put on a tuxedo. He absolutely despised these events. “Why can’t we just stay in bed? I’m pretty sure the loud music made me deaf.”
Rolling your eyes, you set the suit aside and gave up on trying to force him to wear it. You crossed your arms, walking away from him and hoping he’ll take the bait. “Fine… maybe I’ll just go dance with Chad instead. He surely won’t mind anyway.”
After a moment or two, Harry sighed. “I’ll get changed.”
You let out a cheer, celebrating for getting Harry to give in. You gave him a hug, excited and happy that he was going. “Thank you!”
“You’re lucky I love you.” Harry lazily grabbed the suit, heading for the bathroom to get dressed. Meanwhile, you eyed your closet. The past week, you and Evie had been scouring through fabrics and new clothes, trying to find the perfect dress. And you did.
Harry’s heart would probably stop if he saw what you were wearing to the dance.
Smirking, you grabbed the shimmery dress off the closet and started getting changed, thinking of how Harry would react if he saw it. Man, he would probably reject going to the dance altogether. But that was the best part.
Finally, as you added in the final touches to the dress and fixed your makeup, you smiled at your look. The dress accented your figure and made your eyes pop, making you look even more gorgeous than you already were. Man, you were gonna make some heads roll tonight.
“I’m not acting like a good boy if you’re wearing this at that stuffy party.” Harry spoke from the doorway, leaning against it as he took in your appearance. His eyes were obviously darkened, and there was something in his eyes that made you weak in the knees. This night wasn’t gonna last as long as you thought.
“It’s a ball, not a party.” You corrected him, swallowing the lump in your throat. You knew from the look in his eyes that he would rather not go to the ball. You were afraid to find out what he wanted to do instead, but at the same time as equally excited.
He rolled his eyes, moving closer to you and staring at you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “Whatever. Why don’t we just stay here, hm? I’m sure we could figure something else out that’s way more fun…”
You chuckled, lightly shoving him away. “I worked hard on this dress, I am not having it destroyed or ripped apart so soon. Besides, if you go to the dance, I’ll make sure we’ll do the thing you want to do right after.”
“Is that a promise?”
“But wouldn’t you rather do that thing now?” He trailed off, walking away as you absorbed what he was offering. It was very tempting… but the others would wonder where you were. You sighed. There were plenty other balls and dances this season… surely being a little late wouldn’t make a difference.
Needless to say, you didn’t make it to the ball.