A Blissful Haiz with Alexa Bliss and Hailee Steinfeld

[TheLW]

A Blissful Haiz
With Alexa Bliss and Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, Alcohol, Blowjob, Fingering, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.



Growing up, Hailee Steinfeld was never really a wrestling fan. She’d catch bits of it when her brother Griff had it on in the background, shouting, body slams, larger-than-life characters, but it never stuck. Just entertainment for other people.

That shifted while filming Bumblebee. John Cena was her co-star, 16-time world champion, built like a freight train, and one of WWE’s most respected names. At first he was simply John, punctual, focused, the guy who remembered everyone’s name and kept the set running smoothly. But Cena being Cena, wrestling came up naturally. Road stories, the grind of the ring, the way the live crowd became part of the performance. He spoke about it with respect, and Hailee found herself listening.

One afternoon during a break he showed her a clip on his phone. “Check this out.” It was Alexa Bliss in the ring, small, sharp, completely in command. Hailee watched the way she worked the crowd, the timing, the attitude. Something about it clicked.

“She’s the heel?” Hailee asked, eyebrow raised. “That’s impressive.”

From there she started paying attention. Matches, promos, the way the whole thing was equal parts athleticism and theater. Not an obsession, just a genuine interest she hadn’t expected.

So when John offered ringside tickets for a Monday Night Raw in L.A., she didn’t hesitate. “We’re in,” she told me, her boyfriend, with a small smile. She cleared her schedule, bought a couple of pieces of merch because why not, and we headed to the arena.

Security led us through the back corridors after we flashed the credentials Cena arranged. The noise of the building faded, replaced by the low hum of production and fluorescent lights. We turned a corner and there she was, Alexa Bliss, still in gear, title belt resting on her shoulder like it belonged there. She was mid-conversation with a staffer, but when she saw us she gave a quick, professional smile.

Hailee stepped forward first, calm and direct.

“Hi. I’m Hailee. John said we might run into you. That work you’re doing in the ring is next level. Really.”

Alexa’s laugh was warm, surprised. “Well, that’s a hell of a compliment coming from you. Thanks.”

They chatted for a minute, quick, easy, no awkward fan overload. Alexa signed a shirt for her, took a quick selfie, and even swapped numbers before security moved us along to our seats.

When Raw started and Alexa’s music hit, Hailee stood and clapped with the rest of the arena, eyes locked on the ramp. Alexa glanced our way during her entrance and gave a small wink. Hailee’s mouth curved into a grin. She didn’t scream or freeze, she just looked over at me and said, “Did you catch that?”

“I did,” I answered. “She’s good.”

The rest of the show was solid, but that moment lingered.

Afterward, as we waited for our ride outside the arena, Hailee’s phone buzzed. She read the text, then turned the screen toward me.

“Are you two still at the arena? There’s a bar in my hotel. Come through. First round’s on me.”

Hailee gave a small, intrigued smile. “Well, that’s unexpected.”

We showed up half an hour later. The bar was quiet, dark leather booths, low lighting, the kind of place where conversations actually happen. Alexa was already there, tucked in a corner booth, dressed down in a hoodie and jeans, but still carrying that same unshakable presence she had in the ring. She looked up, smiled, and waved us over.

“Glad you came,” Alexa said, sliding over to make room.

Hailee settled in easily. “After that match tonight? We weren’t turning down the invite.”

Drinks arrived. Conversation flowed, wrestling stories, filming stories, the weird overlap of their worlds. No forced fangirling, just three adults talking. Somewhere around the second round, Alexa leaned back, swirling her glass with that trademark side-eye.

“I figured this would be a quick ‘thanks for the tickets’ thing,” she said. “Not... this.”

Hailee smirked. “What, you expected awkward small talk?”

Alexa shrugged, smiling. “I’ve done enough post-show meet-and-greets to know the usual script. This is better.”

The vibe shifted, easy, charged, the kind of tension that doesn’t need volume to be loud. Hailee leaned forward slightly, voice low and playful. “So what do you actually do to unwind after tossing people around for a living?”

Alexa raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

A beat of silence. Then Alexa checked her phone, casual as anything. “It’s getting late and I’ve got an early call tomorrow... but I’ve got a room upstairs. If you two feel like continuing the conversation.”

Hailee glanced at me. I glanced at her. We both looked back at Alexa.

“Lead the way,” Hailee said, voice steady.

A few moments later, the hotel room door clicked shut behind us. Coats and shoes came off, expectations with them. Hailee moved first, stepping into Alexa with confidence, their mouths meeting like they’d been waiting for the right moment all night. They sank onto the bed, Alexa’s pink-tipped ponytail spilling across the white sheets, Hailee following with clear intent, proving this wasn’t distant admiration, it was equal, present, wanting.

I stood at the edge for half a second before Hailee reached back, fingers wrapping around my wrist and pulling me in. Alexa broke the kiss just long enough to look at me, eyes dark and amused, lipstick faintly smudged on Hailee’s lip.

“Are you planning to watch from the sidelines?”

I grinned, the night’s drinks and the electricity in the room loosening everything. “Not a chance.”

Hailee tugged me closer, sliding into my lap with smooth purpose, knees bracketing my thighs. She kissed me deep, then rocked her hips once, hard, intentional, before pulling back just enough to make space. Alexa watched us for a moment, head tilted, that same sharp, calculating look she uses in the ring now aimed somewhere far more private.

Her eyes dropped to my hands. “You gonna let her do all the work?”

It was a challenge, delivered with a smirk. I answered it, hands on Hailee’s hips, pulling her down against me until she exhaled sharply, back arching. Alexa moved in without hesitation, one hand braced on the mattress as she leaned forward and bit lightly at Hailee’s shoulder, just enough to draw a gasp and a full-body shiver.

The three of us settled into the rhythm like it was the most natural thing in the world. No frantic energy, no over-the-top awe. Just heat, control, and the kind of night none of us had seen coming.

Alexa’s teeth stayed on Hailee’s shoulder a second longer, then she released the bite with a slow drag of her tongue, tasting the faint salt of skin already warming under the hotel lights. Hailee’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away, she pressed back into it, hips still rocking in my lap, slow and deliberate like she was daring both of us to keep up. I kept my grip firm on her waist, thumbs pressing just above the waistband of her jeans, feeling the way her muscles flexed every time she ground down against the growing hardness beneath her.

Alexa’s eyes looked to mine, that same ring-side smirk curving her lips. “Good start,” she murmured, voice low and smoky. “But I don’t do sidelines.” She crawled forward on her knees, hoodie already half-unzipped, and slid one hand between us, palm flattening against my chest before drifting lower. Her fingers found the button of my jeans, popped it open with practiced ease, and tugged the zipper down. Hailee lifted just enough to let her work, then settled back, now pressing directly against the thin fabric of my boxers. The heat of her was immediate, unmistakable.

Hailee turned her head, caught Alexa’s mouth again, this time slower, deeper, tongues sliding like they’d been practicing the choreography all night. I watched the kiss for a moment, the way Hailee’s hand came up to cup Alexa’s jaw, thumb brushing the edge of that signature pink streak in her hair, before I leaned in and traced my lips along Hailee’s neck. She shivered between us, a sound escaping her throat that was half sigh, half moan.

Alexa broke the kiss first, breathing steady but eyes dark. “Clothes off. All of them.” It wasn’t a request. She peeled her own hoodie over her head in one smooth motion, revealing the black sports bra underneath that hugged every curve earned from years in the ring, tight abs, strong shoulders, the faint scar just below her collarbone. Hailee followed without hesitation, lifting her shirt, then her bra, letting both drop to the floor. Her breasts were perfect in the low light, nipples already hard from the cool air and the anticipation. I stripped my shirt, then shoved my jeans and boxers down in one go, kicking them aside.

Alexa’s hand wrapped around my cock before I could even settle back against the headboard. Her grip was confident, stroking once from base to tip, thumb cirvng the head where pre-cum had already beaded. “Nice,” she said, almost conversational, like she was sizing up an opponent. Hailee watched the motion, lips parted, then leaned down and took over, her mouth replacing Alexa’s hand in one fluid glide. She took me deep on the first try, tongue pressing along the underside, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The wetness of her mouth pulled a low groan out of me. Alexa didn’t sit idle, she moved behind Hailee, hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers while she pressed open-mouthed kisses down Hailee’s spine.

Hailee moaned around my cock, the vibration traveling straight through me. I threaded my fingers into her hair, not pulling, just guiding the rhythm as she bobbed, taking me deeper each time until her nose brushed my stomach. Alexa’s hand slipped lower, between Hailee’s legs from behind. I felt the exact moment her fingers found Hailee’s love mound because Hailee’s hips jerked and she sucked harder, a muffled whimper vibrating around me.

“Fuck, she’s soaked,” Alexa said, voice rough with approval. Two fingers slid inside Hailee with no resistance, curling, pumping slow and steady. Hailee’s rhythm faltered for a second, then doubled, sucking me like she needed it to stay grounded while Alexa finger-fucked her from behind.

I couldn’t just watch anymore. I reached forward, caught Alexa’s wrist, and pulled her fingers free. “My turn,” I told her. Alexa raised an eyebrow, amused, but let me move. I eased Hailee off my cock with a gentle tug of her hair, then flipped her onto her back in the center of the bed. She landed with a soft laugh, legs falling open automatically. I settled between them, hooked her thighs over my shoulders, and dragged my tongue up the center of her in one long, flat stroke. She tasted sweet and sharp, already dripping. I licked into her properly, circling her clit, sucking it gently, then fucking her with my tongue while my thumb pressed firm circles right above.

Alexa straddled Hailee’s chest facing me, knees bracketing Hailee’s ribs. She peeled her sports bra off, letting her breasts spill free, full, perfect. Hailee’s hands came up instantly, cupping them, thumbs brushing the nipples until Alexa’s breath caught. Then Alexa leaned forward, bracing one hand on the headboard, and lowered herself onto Hailee’s mouth. Hailee didn’t hesitate, she licked up Alexa’s slit like she’d been starving for it, tongue flicking over her clit before sliding inside. Alexa’s hips rolled in slow, controlled movements, riding Hailee’s face while her eyes stayed locked on mine.

The sight of it, Hailee’s tongue buried in Alexa while I ate her out, was almost too much. I pushed two fingers into Hailee, curling them against that spot that made her hips buck off the bed. She moaned loud into Alexa’s pussy, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Alexa’s head tipped back, one hand reaching down to tangle in Hailee’s hair, the other braced on my shoulder for balance.

“Keep doing that,” Alexa ordered, voice tight. “Both of you, fuck, just like that.”

I added a third finger, thrusting deeper, faster, tongue never leaving her snatch. Hailee’s thighs started to tremble around my ears. Alexa’s hips moved quicker, grinding down, chasing her own edge. I felt Hailee tighten around my fingers first, her whole body going rigid, a broken cry vibrating against Alexa as she came hard, soaking my hand and chin. The orgasm rolled through her in waves, and Alexa followed seconds later, riding Hailee’s tongue through it with a low, satisfied groan, thighs clamping tight around her head.

They both shuddered through the aftershocks. I eased my fingers free, licking them clean while I watched them catch their breath. Alexa slid off Hailee’s face, lips swollen, eyes glassy with satisfaction. She looked at me, then at my still-hard cock, and smirked.

“Your turn to get fucked properly,” she said.

She pushed me onto my back, swung a leg over, and sank down onto me in one smooth motion, no condom needed, we’d already handled that earlier at the bar with a quick, responsible conversation. She was tight, hot, and already slick from Hailee’s mouth. I groaned as she took every inch, vaginal walls fluttering around me. Hailee recovered fast, crawling up to straddle my face the same way Alexa had done to her. I gripped her ass and pulled her down, licking into her again while Alexa started riding me, slow at first, then harder, hips snapping down with that same precision she used in the ring.

The three of us moved together like we’d rehearsed it for years. Alexa leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, and kissed Hailee over me, deep, messy, tongues sliding while both of them rocked on my body. I could feel every thrust, every grind, the way their moans mixed above me. My hands were everywhere, one on Alexa’s hip guiding her pace, the other between Hailee’s legs helping my tongue work her over.

Alexa came first this time, clenching around my cock like a vice, head thrown back, a sharp “Fuck, yes” tearing out of her. The throbbing of her orgasm pushed me right to the edge. Hailee followed seconds later, grinding down on my face, thighs shaking as she rode out another wave against my tongue.

I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed Alexa’s hips with both hands and thrust up hard, burying myself deep as I came, long, pulsating spurts of cum shot inside her while she milked every drop, still rocking through her own orgasam.

Alexa reached over and brushed a strand of hair from Hailee’s face, smiling that post-fight smile. “Not bad for a first round,” she murmured. “Give me five minutes and we’re doing that again, different order.”

Hailee pressed a kiss to my collarbone. “I’m in.”

The End