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hollandholiday · 6 years

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Knew Better

Summary: two strangers happen to share corresponding soul marks, only problem? She doesn’t believe in soul mates.

So I don’t really have an upload schedule, I’m just gonna upload whenever I finish a chapter! Thanks for reading everyone!

Pt.2

The business wasn’t busy as like other days. Y/n was in charge of closing down the left section in the restaurant, as she was mopping she looked at the clock. It was 6:30, she was officially 2 hours late to her best friends wedding rehearsal. Y/n tried to mop faster since she had to go get ready in the bathroom too. Lilian and her fiancé met through one of their families cookouts. It was actually y/n’s dad’s coworker’s son. She remember the look on Lilian’s face when Harrison walked through the back door. Pure admiration lit up her eyes, the same could be said about him. Ever since that day the two have been inseparable, like they were made for each other...or so their matching marks implied that. Y/n has seen it happen multiple times, her friends end up finding their soulmate but considering the fact that it took her soul mark 21 years to appear, she had lost hope to finding her love. Instead she dedicated her life to work and school. Escaping her thoughts y/n went straight to the bathroom, grabbing her bag from the counter she had previously finished cleaning.

Slipping on her cream colored dress, y/n was fixing up her hair and makeup. For some odd reason she had a gut feeling something important was gonna happen tonight.

“Bye guys!” Y/n waved as she was exiting the bathroom. Bag in one hand and keys in the other.

“Oh my you look gorgeous honey!” Margaret her manager exclaimed as she walked up to her. “Are you sure you’re not the bride to be?” Margaret teased, cracking a small smile y/n shook her head.

“You know how I feel about soul mates Maggie, it’s not for me. Oh but just wait and see how gorgeous Lilian is going to look!”

“Oh I bet, Lily has always been quite the looker. Oh but when will you get married? Or at least try to find your soul mate? It’s a wonderful bond you know?”

“I don’t know if marriage is down the road for me, I’m not a fan of being dependent on one sole person.” Y/n sighed, she knew Maggie always had her best interest and in a world where family and finding your soul mate was the norm, well it was easy for her to feel like the odd one out.

“Oh nonsense darling, I’m calling it you’re going to meet the love of your life soon, I feel it in the atmosphere.”

“Oh alright Maggie, I’ll hold you onto that...I just would hate to come to you and still be single till death claims me.” Y/n jokes, bending down a bit to give Margaret a goodbye hug.

“Oh stop it sweetie, tell me everything that happens tomorrow once you clock in!”

And with that y/n walks out the door and enters her car, turning on the engine and driving off to the rehearsal location.

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Tom has been sitting in the same chair for the past 2 hours. Its not that he didn’t want to be there but it was just hard seeing everyone so happy and in love. After the first appearance of the soul mark, London’s citizens have all been on the search for their other half. It was a love not many could describe, he would know because he used to ask all the time, none of his friends ever managed to give a solid answer.

As he sat and watched the attendees converse he just found himself more distant. It was almost over though, he kept on staring at the clock trying to make time go by faster. His gut feeling was still there, making him more anxious as time passed but then again he could just be feeling uncomfortable around all the couples...at least that’s what he was telling himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harrison stand up.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” He cleared his throat, Tom noticed he was rather nervous. “I just wanted to thank you all for coming tonight. It’s a lot to ask for, but you all still made time for us and we are so grateful to be surrounded by the people who care for us.” Harrison paused, smiling straight at Tom now.

“And because of that I wanted to ask my best friend, my brother. Tom, would you do me the honor being my best man?” A collective aww slipped out of the dinner table.

“Haz mate, you basically just proposed to me in front of your soon to be wife.” Tom joked

“Lilian don’t kill me but I’m going to have to accept his proposal.” Lilian let out a small laugh at that comment.

Harrison continued his speech and Tom was listening tentatively until he saw a young woman with curly long brown hair cascading down her shoulder in a cream colored dress that fit her figure beautifully. His breath caught in his throat and it felt as though time had stopped. The girl was no taller than 5”6 and her beautiful olive skin looked so smooth, Tom was yearning to caress her.

“Oh look y/n made it!” Lilian said voice filled with excitement. Tom kept his eyes trained on y/n.

“Hello everyone, sorry I’m late.” She said softly, even her voice was perfect to Tom.

“It’s fine y/n” Lilian continued “my maid of honor has every right to be fashionably late, you look wonderful.” He heard Lilian whisper to her.

She wasn’t wrong, she looked like an actual angel to him. He had to stop staring at her otherwise she’d think he was a freak.

“There’s an open seat next Tom, he’s the one with the curly brown hair.” Lilian instructed her.

“Don’t worry he doesn’t always look like that, someone brought their umbrella but didn’t think to use it.” Harrison joked, Tom threw him a small glare. Y/n let out a small laugh, walking slowly to the empty seat next to him. He was excited and nervous at the same time.

“Hi I’m y/n. I came a little late but I managed to catch Harrison’s speech, you’re the best man right?” She said politely holding her hand out. God she was so polite, Tom thought to himself.

“Yes ma’am, you’re the maid of honor everyone’s been talking about, what a pleasure to finally meet you.” Tom noticed a small blush came onto her lips as he shook her hand, lingering a bit not wanting to waste this moment.

To a stranger’s point of view, the two looked like they belonged together, and Tom couldn’t explain why he felt comfortable around y/n. The pair continued to hit it off, the wedding rehearsal was just an excuse to have everyone get to know each other, considering Tom was always out with his family or busy with work, he never really had time to fully get to know Lilian. But from the few times that she tagged along with Harrison on some trips he knew that they were perfect. Tom was actually enjoying himself tonight.

“How would you like to go out for coffee sometime?” Tom blurted out, y/n looked taken off guard but it wasn’t too long before a smile spread across her face.

“I’d love to, as long as you let me pick the coffee shop.”

“Anything for you love, ill pick you up at 11 tomorrow then.” Tom said sliding out of his chair.

“Don’t you need my phone number first?” Y/n innocently asked standing up with Tom as well.

The rehearsal was almost over and the people around the pair were slowly dispersing. Harrison stood by the door with his soon to be wife, thanking everyone for coming. Tom stared into y/n’s beautiful eyes.

“You’re right I do need your number sweetheart.” Y/n gave him her phone so he could add his number.

“I’ll see you tomorrow...” Tom was about to leave but he stopped himself and grabbed your hand.

“It really was a pleasure to meet you.” He kissed her hand lightly, he felt pleased when he watched a blush creep onto her cheeks. With that Tom went to the coat room to gather his belonging and made his way home for the night. His thoughts invaded by the image of y/n.

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bigilante · 4 years

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— wind down : h.o :

→ part two of going down.

contents: mature language and themes. some cocky haz and just spicy stuff. words: 3k

: a.n : this is the longest piece i've ever written in second person, my preferable way is third but i just felt bad changing the style from part one. this was a tiny challenge so if it reads a bit awkward then you know why! hope you like it though♥

his words revolved around your head all day, “we’re not finished.” not only that day but the next and the day after. nearly the whole week had passed by and for the sake of your own sanity you pretty much avoided harrison: on set, during lunch breaks and locations. it was difficult still, you managed to not let him see you or find you during those days but you could only hide for so long.

as the weekend rolled up, everyone could finally unwind a little from the stress on set and just relax. naturally an ideal relaxing and unwinding activity was to have a hot bath and maybe drink some wine. so that was exactly what you did as soon as you made it home from set. neck deep in the bathtub with your eyes closed, enjoying the soft music playing from your phone along with a medium sized wine glass is how you found yourself when there was a round of firm knocks on your front door.

reluctantly, you stood up; bubbles and water dripped down your body soon absorbed by the towel you quickly wrapped around you not even thinking much about the fact that you were about to answer the door in just that. there was a new round of knocks this time a tad louder and you felt irritation bubble in your stomach, “i’m coming!” you announced a few steps away, swinging the door open once you unlocked it.

your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of harrison standing there with his hands stuffed in his jeans. you immediately brought back the wide opened door to try and conceal your body with it, just poking your head out slightly, your free hand holding onto the towel over your chest. the young man’s eyes shamelessly travelled up and down your frame and his intense gaze placed a pleasant warmth over your face and between your legs. “harrison…” you swallowed thickly, “uhm, what can i help you with?”

“i’ve got a few questions for you, may i come in?” he remained in the same spot, not moving a muscle until you answered.

“uh— s-sure, yeah,” moving to the side and opening the door just enough for him to step inside. “is it about the call sheets for monday?” you wondered as you walked in front of him, not making it far from the front door when his fingers wrapped around your elbow and swiftly turned you to face him. a gasp escaped your throat at the sudden action and from the tug you collided with his chest. wide-eyed you look up at him, already breathing heavily with the closeness.

“did i do something that upset you?” he asked, his voice not threatening at all but calm and collected, soft even.

“no, why?” it was in a breath that you questioned. his hands sneakily resting on your lower back keeping you in place, not that you wanted to put distance between you two just then.

“you’ve been avoiding me all week.” he sounded a bit hurt and if you were being honest it made you feel a little bad.

“i haven't. i’ve just been really busy, ‘s all.” you falsely explained, your grip on the towel tightening in anticipation. he stayed quiet for long seconds, in which your heart attempted to crawl up your throat by the fact that his eyes took their time scanning every inch of your face, falling down your neck where they lingered. soon he lifted his hand and wiped the side of it, making your breathing hitch.

“bubbles.” he pointed out with a little cute smile. his touch and smile made you shy away slightly so you dropped your glance from his eyes to his chest, nibbling at your bottom lip. he placed his index finger under your chin and gently made you return your focus to him. with his thumb, he pulled your bottom lip out of the clasp of your teeth then ran the pad over it, eliciting a quiet sigh from you. “can we pick up what we left in the lift?” the blonde’s voice had dropped a couple of octaves and so did your stomach at the mere sound. core already throbbing as you hummed affirmatively.

harrison didn’t miss a single second after you allowed his advances and crashed his lips with yours, his hand that once held your chin slid to the back of your neck and pushed your face closer to his opening his mouth to deepen the already lusty kiss. his other hand found the familiar shape of your backside pressing you against him. “where’s your room?” he mumbled between kisses.

“mmh, this way,” he barely let you answer, for he kept his mouth over yours and you weren't about to complain about it. you blindly dragged him towards your room, closing the door behind you once inside to secure a little more privacy and for noise concealing purposes. “you’ve got condoms?” you quizzed him when he plopped you both on the bed, and his mouth attached itself to your neck.

he just hummed in confirmation while his hands tugged at the piece of cloth that covered you. it wasn’t fair, you were already naked and he was fully clothed. you wondered why his covered body felt so good on top of your bare one. the friction of his soft shirt against your hardened nipples and the slight roughness of his jeans rubbing over your inner thighs and public bone had you growing a pool between your thighs.

too concentrated on the feeling of the fabric over your skin that his tongue circling one of your nipples took you by surprise, eliciting a gasp out of you. he grinned against your breast before taking a mouthful of it, your hands automatically flying to his hair, threading your fingers in his soft, silky curls; squishing his into your soft chest while arching your back.

the feeling of his calloused palm sliding down your side made goosebumps erupt all over your skin, the trail it followed had you panting with excitement, his touch was gentle and teasing as he glided his middle finger through your folds, groaning when the dampness of your slit allowed his digit to move smoothly up and down. “can i put my fingers in?” he detached his mouth from your tit to ask, eyes locked on yours. your stomach fluttered at the question, even with that slightly cocky attitude he was decent enough to ask for consent even in such a mind clouding situation.

“please,” you breathed out, before biting down your lip. he darted his tongue out, wetting his lips as he eased his middle and fourth fingers inside your drenched sex. the size of his digits was anything but small and the way they stretched you on their way in had you whimpering in an instant. “shit,” you cursed, tugging at his hair a little too roughly that it made him groan.

“open more, love.” he bumped your thigh with his arm and you complied immediately, spreading your legs for him. “that’s it.” with that, his fingers slid way easier into you. slowly, he started to move them, picking up pace and driving you crazy with his touch. “goddamn.” harrison gritted when he started to finger you faster, your abundant arousal making sloshing sounds each time he pushed up your gut making you throw your head back and let out a strangled moan.

“fuckfuckfuck—” you hurried out at the tempo he finger-fucked you, tipping you over the edge of bliss just with his fingers. he helped you ride your dizzying high with the same pace and had you flinching and trembling, rapidly you reached for his wrist to make him stop since proper words failed to come to you in that moment. as soon as your smaller fingers wrapped around his wrist he jolted his movements. peppering wet kisses over your chest, up your neck and ultimately landing on your lips.

your tongue delved into his mouth colliding with his, hands desperately sneaking inside his tee-shirt, pushing it up his torso and caressing his toned upper body in the process. harrison broke the kiss to pull the garment over his head and tossed it to the side, landing somewhere on the floor of your room. he kneeled on the soft mattress to fiddle with the button of his jeans, his agile fingers undoing it quickly along with the zipper and before he pushed them down he dipped his hand into the front pocket pulling out a couple of squared packages that he placed on your lower tummy with a slight smirk tugging at his swollen, bright red lips.

you took the condoms in your hand and sat up, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his chest making him halt his movements. his hands let go of his jeans, leaving them low on his hips not really revealing anything further than the defined v shape of his adonis belt. you left wet kisses over his pecs, trailing down his chiseled abdomen, his abs flexing at the feeling of your soft lips over them. you heard him let out a quiet moan the moment you tongue licked along the veins that protuned over his very low belly, not really reaching his pubic region due to the jeans still clinging to his hips.

with purpose you blinked up at him, watching him through your lashes as your hands gripped the waistband of both his jeans and pants. his lips were parted and his breathing was slightly elaborated. alternating between kisses and licks, you made your way down his abs again at the same time you tugged his bottoms past his hips. from the proximity of your body to his, the instant the fabric slid past his hard on it sprung up, gently poking you under the chin.

it made you giggle and your giggle elicited a quiet chuckle from harrison, the chuckle was so deep and sexy that prompted you to bit down your bottom lip and swiftly grab hold of his boner giving it a short, gentle pump before you gathered as much spit as you could and let it fall over his tip in a string, using your hand to spread your saliva all over his shaft with soft up and down motions. his moans, even though they were quiet they were the best thing you had ever heard and that had you wet all over again, clenching around nothing at the sound.

“want me to put the condom on?” your voice was groggy, corrupted by intoxicating lust. you asked that with your lips pressed to his abs, your hand not ceasing the stroking on his cock and after not hearing an answer from him you looked up. the view of him looking down at you, jaw locked enhancing its sharpness and a deep blush adorning his cheeks. a toothy grin appeared on your face, showing teeth biting the tip of your tongue in a mischievous manner. “does that feel good?”

“really good.” he heavied, noticeably swallowing when you twisted your wrist over his throbbing member. “shit. the condoms.” he said almost desperately and with that you were fast to get into one of the foil wrappers and retrieve the latex item, rolling it down the blonde’s penis. before you could anything else he pushed you back on the mattress and stretched over you to reach for a pillow, he folded it in half and lifted you hip making it twist to the side so he could put the pillow under your bum, propping you up just enough to be levelled perfectly with his hips.

with one hand secure on your waist, he guided his hard on into your entrance, the amount of wetness gathered there permitting him to smoothly glide in. the smoothness of the propelling didn’t stop you from feeling how his cock stretched you much more than his fingers did, eliciting a gasp right out of your chest, keeping the air in your lungs the time it took him to bottom up. “oh my god.” you whimpered, gripping his forearms as he leaned to slot his lips with yours.

“you okay?” the blonde man inquired, nudging your nose with his as his soft lips brushed against yours.

“Mmh-hum,” you nodded your head, “please move.” you begged, you’ve never been one to beg for anything but there was something about harrison that made you want to do so.

“god, say that again, pretty.” harrison groaned, lifting his body off of yours letting his hands run down the middle of your chest, over your stomach all the way to your inner thighs that were willingly spread wide for him.

“fuck me, harrison. please.” you pleaded. it wasn’t quite what he asked you to say but you figured it was even better by the way he growled and took both of your legs, propping them closed over his torso. your feet on either side of his face and his bulky arms hugging your thighs firmly, keeping you in place as he began to move in and out steadily, progressively picking up more and more speed.

you didn’t know if it was the position or his length —maybe a combination of both, but he knocked the air out of you with each thrust, hitting your gut over and over turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess. he let go of your thighs, stretching his arms forward to grab yours, sliding his hands down until they held your wrists rather tightly; pulling you to him in another way to keep you still in the same position. your fingers wrapped just as tightly around his thumbs in desperation to have something to hold onto, for the way he was making you feel inside-out had you convinced you would levitate from pure ecstasy.

“fuck, y/n.” harrison grunted before he let go of your hands, hastily spreading your legs again so he could lean forward and snake his arms under you, lifting you from the mattress to sit half on his lap and half on the still folded pillow. instinctively, your arms slinked around his neck bringing your face closer to his to crash your mouth on his, moaning into the sloppy, tongue-y kiss from the way he was so deep inside now with your new placement that had you grinding on him. “you’re so fucking hot.” he grunted, rough hands gripping handfuls of your backside to encourage your movements.

“harrison,” you whined, at his words. the huskiness of his voice dangerously accelerating your approach to climax. with how his name fell from your lips in such a sensual way he began twitching like crazy inside you. “haz, please. cum for me. please.” you begged, threading your fingers through his long curls, closing your fist so the tightness would pull them from close to his scalp. he moaned —loudly this time, it was an eager ‘yes’ that had you clenching around his burning dick.

“argh! fuck!” he growled, emptying his warm load inside the condom. you slowed down your movements but didn’t stop, making sure to help him ride his high while you peppered sweet kisses all over his sweaty face, finally landing on his lips giving him a deep, passionate kiss swallowing his deep moans and grunts. slowly, without breaking the kiss he laid you back down on the sheets while staying inside of you. your legs wrapped around his waist once he settled you both down, the heavy weight of his built body felt so good on top of you and you didn’t mind in the slightest that both your bodies were coated with a layer of sweat. he didn’t seemed to mind either as he detached his mouth from yours only to suck on the space where your earlobe met your neck.

you felt the spot burn with the suction and you were sure there was going to be a hard to conceal mark once he was done yet, you couldn’t care less about it. instead, your own lips found his shoulder and proceeded to do the same he was doing but in a less visible place, although you thought it’ll be funny to see how he’d react when the makeup artist had to cover it if you were to leave a mark on his neck. his hands squeezed your love handles tightly and a growl rumbled in his chest and throat the moment your teeth dug into his skin.

he separated from your neck with a loud pop that hurt, but oddly enough you enjoyed. “that’s gonna be a tough one to cover up.” you mumbled between the pecks you peppered on his skin.

“don’t, i wanna see it everyday for however long it lasts.” he pressed his lips to your jawline, softly biting it, his words warming up your already hot cheeks and his teeth eliciting a pleased hum from your throat.

“it’s unprofessional. you could’ve gone for my chest.” you reasoned, running your fingers up and down his sides.

“i’ll do that in a bit.” the blonde noted cheekily.

“in a bit?” you quirked an eyebrow at his comment while he was busy placing small, feather-like kisses on your cheek.

“we’re not done, love.” he said as he lifted his head just enough to look at you. a smirk tugged at his swollen lips at how your eyes went wide for a millisecond. “me cumming doesn’t mean i’m done with you.” he leaned to peck your lips lightly. “i want you shaking and begging for me to stop.” his voice husky all over again sent shivers down your spine, and the cool sensation over your hot body caused you to quiver under him, clenching in anticipation squeezing his cock that was still buried inside you. he snickered at your reaction in the cockiest way you’d ever heard but god, you’d be damned if weren’t about to let him do whatever he wanted with you and your body.

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