Unorthodox Pairing [Hailee Steinfeld]

Coastline Coitus.

A/N: Okay this is sudden, but this is the final part of this story. At least for the foreseeable future. I am running out of ideas with this story and I don't want to end this story on a sad note. 

Don't be disappointed though, not yet. I have an idea for another Hailee x Male Reader story. An Enemies to Lover trope. This will be an attempt to write a story with more characters (some original characters) to build a more complex plotline. One that doesn't depend on only Hailee and Y/N to engage the audience and build on the story. 

I will eventually come back to this to give it a gift-wrapped and bow-tied ending, but for now, this sudden break will have to do. Enjoy :)

Hailee's POV

"Yes." 

That's all I had to say. Y/N took off his shirt revealing his muscular chest and toned abs. That view was enough to make my knees buckle and my centre drip. "Babe, we may not be visible to anybody, but I am going to make sure everyone is going to hear you moan my name." He said as he unbuckled his belt. He whipped the belt off his waist, looping it as he stepped closer. 

I slipped the straps of my sheer dress off my shoulders, wiggling out of it as it pooled around my ankles. I set my clutch aside and stepped out of the dress kicking it at Y/N as he got within arm's reach. His empty hand cupped my cheeks, his thumb tracing up and down my soft jawline. "Your hands darling." He commanded.

Both my hands crept their way up from the sides of my body, offering themselves to him. He grabbed both my wrists and tied them together using his belt. "Babe, use me." I offered again, my juices now dripping through the lace around my hips. I could feel the wetness trickle down to my knees, making me jerk them.

The sudden motion caught his attention, making him bend down and inspect my lower body from up close. "Oh my. H. You dirty little slut." "Your dirty little slut." I moaned out, my tone indicating urgency, sounding desperate and begging for attention. 

His hands crept from my ankles to my knees, collecting my juices and then up to my core. He then took his wet fingers and tasted them, slurping my juices. The noise he made as he tasted me off his fingers occupying the terrace we stood on.

"Delicious. You are incredible," he said, as he stood back up. His face now inches from mine, his hot breath hitting my face, making me crave his touch. "Babe, don't tease me. Please." I said as I grabbed his pants' waistband, tugging them down and him closer. 

He grabbed my hands, taking the belt off my hands before twisting me away, making me face the bolted door. I grunted as he got a little more forceful, a little more rough. "You don't make the rules, H." He whispered in my ears, as he grabbed my breasts from the back, making me groan and grunt.

He then gripped both my wrists, forcing them behind my back. "Rougher," I ordered, but my voice betrayed me, making it sound like a request. "Beg." "Rougher, Daddy." My voice is now needy, desperate and so fucking slutty. "Perfect, darling." 

My praise kink was making me wetter, my nipples harder and my thoughts dirtier. My hands were now buckled behind my back, and Y/N had taken his pants off, leaving us in our underwear. "Hailee," he whispered, rotating me around to face him. "Daddy?" I whispered back, staring into his piercing Y/E/C eyes.

"Knees."

I obeyed, sliding down while I kept eye contact. He slid his boxers off, making his hard-on spring up and graze my face. I didn't need any other invitation. I throated him, sensually assaulting his shaft with my tongue at the same time. "Hailee, oh. GOD, HAILEEE." He moaned, giving me a sense of satisfaction. 

He grabbed my hair, pulling me off him. A string of our liquids dripped out of my mouth, drooling down my chin and onto my chest. "Wow." "I aim to please," I mumbled back before he stuffed himself back.