I Think You Have the Wrong Number?

Fun in Bed

I like your thinking.

*starts to giggle*

oh, you do?

Because earlier you thought my thinking was childish.

Just shut up and kiss me.

As y/n goes to give Hailee a quick kiss before running off to put their bags away, Y/n finds herself being slammed up against the wall by Hailee. 

Woah didn't know you had that in you.

Y/n partially wanting to put the bags down moves to pin Hailee up against the wall and tries to pull away from her.

Leaving so soon?

I just wanted to put the bags Away.

Hailee yanks y/n back in by the waist and pinning her back up against the wall.

*whispers in Hailee's ear* I like when you do that.

You should do it more often.

Maybe I will.

*touching foreheads*  Now you won't be getting away from me that easy today.

Oh really?

Drop the bags.

Don't think we're gonna need the stuff in them.

That's a bold statement, Steinfeld.

DROP.
THE.
BAGS.

I'm not going to say it again.

A chill runs down y/n's spine adn her knees start to buckle as she drops the bags. And just like that Hailee lost all control. Her hands were all over y/n her hands where in her hair on her face and making their way into her pants. Hailee was kissing up and down y/n's body like a horny teenage boy.

*head leans back*

Good Girl.

Y/n went completely weak in the knees. In one swift motion, Hailee went from making out with y/n and kissing her body to picking her up and whisking her away to the nearest bedroom.

I like it when you call me that. *biting Hailee's ear*

*kisses y/n* I'll remember that for later.

I like it when you are in charge.

So do I.

With y/n now kissing and nibbling on Hailee's neck Hailee stumbles into the first bedroom she came across. Once in the bedroom, Hailee throws y/n onto the bed. As y/n is there laid out on the bed Hailee runs her hands up y/n's body. Starting at her ankles until she reaches y/n's waist.

Now let's get that shirt off of you.

Hailee grabs the bottom of y/n's shirt and begins to take it off by running her hands up y/n's torso. The higher Hailee's hands go the more the shirt goes up until finally, it's off. Y/n was squirming the whole time.