Harry Hook smut book

Fuck pirates am I right?

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Chad Charming, son of Cinderella and Kit Charming, handsome, good singing voice, one of the top athletes, and the 'playboys' of Auradon university.

He was also just a fucking asshole and the worst in bed. This is the boy you had to deal with being your boyfriend, didn't help that he felt inferior due to your good inch on him. It wasn't even noticeable! Unless you wore your heels or platforms (being tall was fun you couldn't lie, it also helped during your seasonal haunt job at the local amusement park) but for Chad, one inch taller than him was several inches too tall, he preferred girls shorter than him, in which when you had started dating it was before your growth spurt so that had been why he hadn't rejected you from the beginning.

But now? Three years later? He basically ignored you now, except when he was horny, and even then he didn't last long. For the year and a half you had been having sex he had never made you cum even once and...goddamit you were getting pent up! Both with frustration at Chad for being just....the worst boyfriend, and sexual frustration.

And you know what? YA KNOW WHAT?

"I'm breaking up with you"

Chad stared up at you in shock as you stood over him in your three-inch boots, wanting that height advantage even higher to get that confidence you needed to shove the breakup in his face. Chad stuttered something out but you stopped him with a wave of your hand "you're a horrible boyfriend and you can't even last more than a minute in bed" the girls around you snickered at that, Chad turning dark red with embarrassment "so-we're done. Goodbye Chad~" you turned on your heel and walked away, smiling as the weight on your shoulders finally drifted away after three years.

Goodbye asshole~

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Well, you were free of the asshole, but now? You were getting zero action and you were increasingly getting reaaaally frustrated, honestly, you would love to just-idk jump someone? Girl or boy you didn't care you just wanted to be fucked so hard you passed out.

Okay calm down, you are getting really intense. You sighed, patting your cheeks and looking around the amphitheater of your lecture when you locked eyes with eyes that looked as if the ocean had been bottled up and stuck inside a human. You lost your breath, realizing you were looking at Harry Hook, the son of Captain Hook that had been invited to Auradon after graduation at Auradon prep and King Ben had been kind enough to pay for Harry's tuition at Auradon university.

You had forgotten he was majoring in fashion, like you were. Harry muttered an apology for being late and jogged up the steps, biting the inside of his cheek trying to find an open seat in the large room that was somehow packed. you glanced beside you; it was empty. You 'psst'ed over to him and nodded at the seat. Harry looked grateful and slid next to you, taking out his notebook and sketchbook and looking back up at the professor.

You froze as his scent wafted over to you, sending shivers down your spine and in between your legs, making you squeeze your thighs together. He smelled like-that deodorant dudes used? But like the really good stuff? And like-metal, woodchips, and slightly rustic sea salt. It....okay you had never been turned on by a smell before but holy shit this dude!

As the professor continued to talk about the history of fashion or whatever, you were distracted by the dude who seemed to be carved by the gods themselves, his thin long-sleeved shirt doing nothing to block out the shape of his very-very shapely arms, his jaw was also just-oopf, you could cut a diamond on it.

You blinked and he was suddenly side-eyeing you, a smirk on his pretty lips "yeh see somethin' yeh like lass?" HOLY FUCK THE VOICE, the voice~ okay, calm down, just-talk~!