The Dancer - A Hailee Steinfeld Story

Pacific Coast Highway

"Y/N?"

"Haileeee?" You hummed. After breakfast, the two of you got back in bed much to your dismay.

"Let's go to the beach," she grinned, her smile as wide as a cheshire cat.

"What?!"

"Let's go to the beach! Pleaasseee Y/N! You've never been I know you haven't!" Hailee whined.

"Hailee you don't have a suit??" You said incredulously. She didn't even have a bra with her to go to the gym earlier.

"Okay so we'll stop by my house! It's right near the beach anyway, my parents live in Malibu!" She said, smiling. She leaned into you and peppered your face in little kisses, saying please in between each one.

"Okay okay! You win Steinfeld but I get to pick our lunch and dinner tonight," you said snickering.

"Fiiine," Hailee dragged.

You pulled her in for a real kiss, your hand slipping under her (your) shirt, sneakily thumbing over her nipple. You swallowed the moan that entered your mouth and you pulled away from her smiling victoriously. You gave the nipple a quick pinch and she gasped but swatted at your hand.

"Y/N! You're obsessed!" She whined.

"But those sounds baby, mmm," you rasped, kissing her jaw and her neck. "Tell me you don't like it and I'll never do it again," you hummed.

"What! No- I..."

"Mhmm that's what I thought," you snickered. "And now you're gonna treat me to this beautiful fucking body in a swimsuit? I may not be able to resist, Steinfeld," you growled.

"Okay... um maybe the beach..." she moaned as your fingers caught your nipple again, twisting and pulling ever so slightly. "Maybe the beach isn't a good idea," she said, breathless.

"Hmm no I wanna go," you said, pouting.

"Okay okay, well if someone could keep their hands off of me, we could get going!" She protested.

You thumbed over her hardened nipple once more and you watched as the girl bit her lip, trying not to give you the satisfaction of her pleasure. "Hmph, I'll get it out of you later, Steinfeld," you teased.

"Promise?" She mumbled quietly as she rose from the bed, hardly audible as the sheets ruffled.

"Promise," you said back with a wink, a blush deepening all the way down to her neck as she thought you hadn't heard her.

Hailee called her driver and the two of you headed to her house. What you didn't expect was to meet her entire family right off the bat. Tiny little barks greeted you as you came in, Martini very excited to see you both.

"TINI!!" Hailee screeched, picking up the cute little pup and smothering her with kisses.

"Haiz?! Is that you?!" You didn't recognize that voice and it made you start to wring your hands in nervousness. The two of you were... friends? Friends with benefits? You didn't have a title.. not really anyway.

"BIG P!!!" She called, running over to her father.

"And who's this?" He asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry Dad, this is Y/N! She's my new choreographer at the studio and we've become close friends over the last two weeks," Hailee said, beaming at you and sending a quick wink.

"Nice to meet you Y/N!" He said, extending his hand for a shake.

"You too, Mr. Steinfeld," you said smiling nervously.