Prompt: “Could you write some smutty stuff with Alexa Bliss? Female reader. No other specific. Thnx!”

The competition of who can win their match while distracted has another victor. The loser is at their beck and call. Not that either would complain.

Pairing: Alexa Bliss x Female!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: use of toys while working, oral, mutual thigh riding, begging

Word Count: 1080

Note: Had to do a little smut research for this request. I hope it came out like you wanted, anon! Thanks for sending it in. It’s my first Alexa fic, and my first w|w fic, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If you’ve got an idea of your own or a tag list you’d like to join, just let me know. Enjoy!

You had a love-hate relationship with Alexa Bliss. To the WWE Universe, you hated her. Despised her. Did everything in your power to keep her from winning another championship. Once the cameras were gone and ring was packed away, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Love in the shadows. This lead to innovative ways to show affection.

Which is why you were already sweating bullets at the beginning of your match.

Alexa was leering at you from the other side of the ring, backing up her partner. Mickie was unaware of your predicament and showed no mercy. You rolled out of the way of a kick but stumbled when the vibrating in your gear jumped. It was in two places: your panties, and over your nipples. Originally, you had come up with the bra inserts (made from other pantie sets). You liked that most remote systems ran on the same frequencies. It had since then backfired. Mickie continued to chase you around the ring, grabbing your hair and slamming you to the mat. Your groan of pain out higher pitched than usual. You hoped Mickie wouldn’t notice.

With a deep breath, you leapt to your feet and started an attack of your own. The buzzing of your system interwove with the adrenaline, making you move faster and lighter on your feet. Even then, the hits you took made you moan instead of puff in pain. Mickie was beginning to give you looks.

She caught you in a headlock. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She cried out as you twisted out.

“I’m… fine.” You turned to glare at Alexa. Things had gone up another notch.

By the end of the match, you were more focused on not cumming in the middle of the ring than winning. You were eventually pinned, with Alexa whooping in triumph for more than one reason. She at least turned everything off before she left up the ramp.

She was waiting for you in her dressing room spread out across the couch. You couldn’t tell if she looked more like an unimpressed cat or some princess in a Renaissance painting. Either way, Alexa curled her finger and drew you into the room. The click of the lock was surprisingly loud. Or maybe you were just super on edge.

“You lost.”

“That I did. With your help of course.” You smirked. “Are waiting to get to the hotel, or-“

“When am I ever that patient?”

You nodded and kneeled in front of her. She leaned up so you could remove her shorts and get to work. Her fingers wove into your hair and guided you. From the corner of your eye, you saw her twirl the remote. You worked faster. The quicker you could get her off, the sooner she would let you cum.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” Alexa grinned as you froze. “I’m not patient enough for the drive, but don’t rush it, honey.” She tapped the back of your head for you to start again, but slower.

The focus now wasn’t to be fast. It was to be torturous. Like she had played with you in the ring. You lived for her whimpers and her sighs. Bumps raised on her skin as you trailed your fingers up her legs to her slit. You were just adding them to giving her pleasure when a shock jolted through you. She clicked the settings on the remote up to mid-power and hummed as you panted against her thigh. You squeezed your thighs together against the onslaught. Her legs fought against closing around you too as her release drew nearer.

“Not yet.” She tugged you away and fell on top of you on the floor. Sitting on your waist, she undulated her hips to match your bucking. Her fingers worked up under your top. “You should get rid of your gear.” She helped you remove it, then leaned forward and latched her lips around one of your sensitive nipples. All the while she kept moving her hips, chuckling as your movements became more frantic. She nipped between your breasts. “You’re still wearing too much gear.”

You gave a sigh of relief as you were stripped bare. Alexa perched on your thigh, pressing one of hers into the juncture between your legs. She sat up straight with her hands on your breasts. Roughly she squeezed and kneaded them, making your mouth fall open for breathless panting.

“You look so delicious like this, Y/N,” she cooed. She started to slide back and forth, shuddering with her own sparks. “My personal toy. It’s so easy to work you up. I wonder if anybody would have noticed if you had cum tonight.” Your groan hitched as she clawed her nails down your stomach. “Bet you want to cum now too, huh?”

So that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to beg. You could fight it for a while but knew the game would be up soon when she sucked her thumb into her mouth. It made you arch when she began to lazily circle your clit with it.

“Any time you want to start, honey.” When you bit your lip, she shifted so she could curl two fingers into your heat.

“Alexa,” you drawled out in a sigh. With a whimper, you bucked harder onto her hand. “Please-“

“Please what, Y/N?”

You moaned. “Please let me cum. Let me make you cum.” On a whim, you mirrored her earlier action and sucked your thumb into your mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss as you hurried to convince her. The way her lips parted made you want to taste them, so you tried harder. “So beautiful. Alexa, please.”

She nodded. “Then keep going. I’ll take care of you.” Her fingers pumped faster. She had all the control except of your thumb. In reckless parallel abandon, you both raced for the finish. Alexa’s praise descended into cursing as your walls contracted around her fingers. Your leg was slick with her and she squeezed your thigh between her own. “Right there, Y/N. Keep going.” Her voice sounded as wrecked as you felt.

When her nails scrapped down your side you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your toes curled to cramping and the bow of your back angled your thigh just right. Alexa screamed and shivered. Even though your arms were like jello, you braced against them as Alexa pulled you up for a kiss.

“Now we can go to the hotel. And I’m going to finish what I started.”

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