Mine | Calum Hood a.u

Mine | Calum Hood a.u

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"Mine." He growled in my ear as he pushed me up against the Brick wall. My hands held together against the wall by one of his big hands while the other one is firmly gripping my waist. He started to kiss my neck until he reached a spot on the side of my neck and I could help but let out a light moan. I feel him smirk against my neck. He starts to suck, graze, and nip at that spot, I let out a louder moan of pleasure. Once he's done, he swipes his tongue over it and blows air on it. I couldn't help but get chills. He looks me deep in the eye as his arm reaches behind me and feels my butt pockets looking for my phone. He takes it out and texts himself. "Like I said Princess, You're MINE."
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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.

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