"...and yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem..."

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It takes Royce all of .02 seconds to realize that Calum's lips are on her lips.

Eyes wide, she blinks twice.

She's shocked.

She's more than shocked.

She doesn't know what to do for those moments that her heartbeat accelerates and her brain processes what's really going on.

Calum Hood is kissing her.

AP Calc and that graphing calculator and his dropped phone and that looming test and her awkward-stage pictures and him in her house all fly from her brain and out of the window when she relaxes against him and closes her eyes and sighs through her nose and she does something that Calum does not expect her to do at all.

Because, c'mon.

C'mon, now, 'cause this is Royce.

This is Royce Greene. This is Paige Greene's younger sister. This is Christian Greene's younger sister. This is the girl he really shouldn't have anything to do with. This is the girl he told himself to stay away from.

He expected her to do what she'd been doing: pushing him off; halting his advances. Before, it had just been fun to mess with her because he knew she'd amuse him with her reaction. Now...

Now?

Now, Royce doesn't push him off.

She doesn't cuss him out.

She doesn't do any of those things.

No.

Now?

Now, Royce leans into him, eyes closing, lips still on his.

She kisses him back.

And, while Calum definitely expected to take his kiss and go - while he expected to steal his kiss and go do math - he's got to say that her lips remaining on his has got to be way fucking better than the quick peck he'd expected to get, because holy shit she knows what she's doing.

Her lips are soft and full and somehow, somewhere in the few breaths they spend kissing, the temperature increases in her frilly, cute, pink bedroom and he gets hornier and she gets more into this, because the intensity of this kiss increases, and Calum, beneath her, bites on her lip and she gasps, allowing his tongue the access inside her mouth that he was craving while Royce, on top, drags the nails of her left hand across the hard lines of his chest as the other hand tugs at his soft hair and fuck she knows what she's doing because that act alone goes straight to his pants.

And Royce definitely feels that shit.

She pulls away with a gasp. "Calum."

But that single word almost goes unnoticed because he slips his hand through her silky hair, that ponytail of hers drooping to her shoulders as he brings her head back towards him so he can run the tip of his tongue along her neck.

Royce's eyelashes flutter and her breath hitches. "Shit."

He hums, the vibrations sending goosebumps up her skin as he continues to lick and suck, his lips attached to the sweet spot on her neck.

An embarrassing moan escapes her lips.

Calum laughs, smiling as he nips beneath her jaw, turning her face gently with the pad of his pointer finger so he can, once again, place his lips to hers.

Royce's sigh fans across his face and he can't stop thinking about how good she smells and how soft her hair is and how pretty she is and how amazing her body feels and how turned on he is. And his tongue is in her mouth, again, and Royce starts tugging on his hair again and that's got him gasping out a, "Fuck," that's gone straight between her legs. She grinds slowly against his crotch, and Calum's head falls back against her mattress.

"Fuck, Royce," he breathes, and Royce of course, doesn't stop now because that was just so unf, and she presses her lips beneath his jaw and starts leaving featherlight kisses that are teasing him to the point that he's starting to think he'll go crazy if she doesn't stop fucking teasing him, already, and Royce can feel him get harder and harder as Calum gets more and more frustrated. He's in a haze - he's riding some kind of high - as one hand runs up her smooth thigh and the other palms her ass and squeezes, and Royce isn't expecting that. She's not expecting that at all, and her lips leave his jaw, so Calum takes that opportunity to place his lips back on hers as he laughs against her, again.

Royce palms the bulge in his jeans.

Calum almost kicks her - knee jerk reaction - because he sure as hell wasn't expecting that.

"Royce."

It' her turn to smirk.

Lips are everywhere, and Royce has stopped grinding because she's running her fingers up the line of his zipper.

She pulls away, sitting upright on top of him as Calum looks up at her with dilated pupils and narrowed lids and swollen lips.

Royce is staring at him with a mirrored expression, and she drags her nails up his inner thigh.

Calum almost kicks her, again.

"Royce," he hisses.

She laughs throatily. "Someone's eager."

Calum reaches out and pops the button on her jean shorts.

"Calum!"

He sits up, now, pulling her against him. He's staring at her, and she's staring at him, and their chests are pressed together as Calum wraps one arm around her little waist to keep her against him as the other hand slips between them and he feels down the front of her opened pants.

He almost has a heart attack because she's so wet.

He groans, eyes closing. "Someone's eager," he mutters, wondering how he's able to keep his voice steady because he's thinking that he'll probably explode if he doesn't do something about that friend of his about to bust out of his pants.

"Fuck you," Royce whispers, as Calum sends kisses down her neck and spreads them around her collar.

"I'd rather you fucked me," he replies, running his tongue now along the swell of her breast. He goes slowly, because if this isn't okay with her, moving this far, then he'd rather her tell him now than hate him later.

But, Royce's eyes are closed and she's not complaining, and Calum is intently watching her face for any sign of complaining, so when she doesn't complain he goes for it again and tugs on her shirt.

"Can I take this off?"

Royce's shirt is off and over her head and Calum's eyes are devouring her exposed chest before his lips do.

"Never seen boobs before?"

He plays with her bra strap. "Never seen yours, so..."

It's her laugh that give him the confidence to continue, leaving a trail of his lips across her skin. He can smell her hair, because by now, it's fallen completely from its ponytail, and by now, there's almost no way he can stop doing this to go back and do math.

"Have you done this before?"

Royce's eyes flutter open. "What?"

A smile plays upon his lips because she's just as turned on as him.

"This," he says, although Royce is kind of getting annoyed with all the talking. "You ever had-"

"Sex?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

This surprises him. "You have?"

"Yeah," Royce replies, and she grinds against him, again.

"Fuck. Royce, shit, I-"

"You gonna take your pants off, or...?" She whispers, and Calum is like, way more turned on by that statement and he didn't even think that was possible as this point.

He taps her ass with a, "Yeah," and she stands, allowing him to do so he can slip out of his skinny jeans.

Royce watches, amused. "Having some trouble?"

His pants are so tight.

"Shut up, Royce."

She giggles.

He shakes out of his jeans.

And watches her.

She's got her bra still on and those jean shorts still on, too, although they're still unbuttoned.

"C'mere," he says.

He's just in boxers.

Royce has to force herself to look at his face.

He's so hard.

"Why?"

He rolls his eyes. "Jesus Christ, Royce. Just c'mere."

She folds her arms. "Why-?"

"Fuck," he grunts, tugging her arm, pulling her against him.

She's pressed against him and damn it, she's done teasing him because now she just wants this.

And what surprises her is how gentle he is.

"If you don't want..." He runs his fingers up her arms. "We don't have to-"

She shuts him up with a kiss.

Calum walks her back against her bed, because now the intensity and heat has returned to the room. There's no more talking as Royce falls back onto her bed and pushes herself to the center of the mattress.

There's no more talking as Calum hooks his fingers around her waistband and tugs.

There's no more talking as her shorts fall to the floor.

There's no talking, only soft gasps and low moans as Calum kisses down her stomach and forces himself to keep her enjoying this because he's anxious to get between her legs.

There's no talking because she's so wet and he teases her (and himself) enough to the point that when he tastes just how wet she is, a part of him says 'Stop,' because if he continues with this with Royce there's no turning back.

But, there's no talking.

No words are exchanged.

No words are needed, and Calum's tongue is warm against her and she's hot and slippery upon his tongue and she tastes good and before he reaches for a condom, Calum enjoys the way Royce Green wriggles with his face between her thighs and he sinks further and further in this clouded haze and finds a high that he doesn't even know that he'll end up chasing like a fucking addict.

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I feel like you guys were waiting for this to happen so you're welcome lol

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