I sat backstage near a monitor as I watched the UK championship title match. Nothing else around me mattered as I sat on a crate, watching intently as my boyfriend, Pete, challenged Tyler for the title. The match was so intense and so close and the crowd was loving it. Move after move, those two had a counter for everything. The crowd was split down the middle and the tension could be cut with a knife. "Come on, Pete," I mumbled to myself as the match went on. Near fall after near fall, a small gasp escaped my body as each man came close to getting the three count. Time around me seemed to stop as I was so focused on the match. Finally, Pete gained the upper hand and hit his finisher. 1. 2. 3. "Here's your winner and new WWE United Kingdom Champion, Pete Dunne!" I covered my mouth to keep from screaming as I hopped off the crate that I was sitting on as Pete was handed the UK championship belt. I was on the verge of tears as he held up the title. Finally, all of his hard work paid off and he was finally holding a championship in WWE. It took everything in me not to run out there and hug him in the middle of that ring. I quickly made my way to the gorilla, patiently waiting for him to walk through the curtains, his usual smirk on his face. Sure enough, he stepped through the curtains with his usual smirk and looked up from the belt towards me, smiling as he walked over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we shared a kiss. "Congratulations," I said when we finally pulled apart. "Thanks, love. Were you cheering me on back here," he asked, putting his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Yeah. I was sitting by myself enjoying your match. You two killed it out there. I could feel the energy from the crowd through the screen," I said as we walked. "Thanks," he chuckled when Paul walked up to us. "Congratulations, Pete. Mind if I steal him from you for a picture," he smiled at me. "No. Not at all," I said as Pete and Paul stepped away and posed for the usual iconic picture with the king of kings, Triple-H. I was filled with pride as he posed with Paul and I couldn't be happier for him. He shook Paul's hand before returning to me. "Feel like tagging along? I have to cut a promo then take my first picture with the title belt." I nodded as he took my hand and we walked further backstage.

We met up with Dasha and Pete cut a quick promo before we went to go have his pictures taken. I stood to the side and watched as they took pictures. "Can I have a personal picture taken," he asked when they wrapped up. "Sure. I don't see why not," one of the cameramen said and Pete motioned me to come to him. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him, not moving. He smiled and walked over to me, grabbing my wrist and pulled me in front of the camera, placing his hand on my hip. I smiled, trying not to blush as our picture was taken. "I can't wait to frame that in our home. Now let's go to my room so I can get showered and changed so we can get going. Don't want to miss the rest of the show." I nodded as we left the picture area and walked to his locker room. I sat down and turned on the TV so I could continue to watch the show. Pete set the belt down on the couch next to me, smiling. "Finally a champion in WWE." "You earned it, baby." He pulled me up to my feet and kissed me, pushing me closer to him. "How about we have a small celebration before we get back to the show," he mumbled against my lips, walking backwards toward the shower. I smiled and kicked off my shoes as he pulled off my top. "I think I can do that," I winked before he kissed me once again. He placed two hard slaps on my ass, causing me to moan against his lips before we pulled apart and rid each other of our clothes.

He turned me around and bent me over the sink and let out a soft growl as he slapped my ass hard. I moaned, wiggling my hips, wanting more. This was our way of getting off together. He spanked and bite me while I moaned and scratched up his back, smiling to myself when he has to come up with an excuse for the marks on his back. He massaged my ass once it was nice and red, groaning as he pulled me to him, his cock rubbing against my ass nicely. "Fuck..I need you. Right now." I smiled and led him over to the showers, turning on the water before he picked me up and pinned me to the cold tile wall. I kissed him as he pushed himself inside of me. I moaned, pushing him closer to me as my back rubbed against the tile wall. "I've been thinking about this all day," he grunted, thrusting into me. "Me too, baby. Watching you in that ring was a huge turn on for me," I confessed, moaning when he hit my sweet spot repeatedly. "Yeah? You enjoy watching me pound on my opponents? That get you off? Did you touch yourself while you watched?" I moaned at the way he talked dirty to me, another turn on for me. "I wanted to wait for you to make me feel good," I smiled, kissing him as he thrusted hard inside of me. "Good girl," he chuckled against my lips as he rubbed my clit. "Oh fuck! Pete!" He smirked before pulling out of me instantly. I almost whined before he turned me around and pushed back inside of me and pounded into me, squeezing my hips. "Pete!" I yelled as my back arched and I pushed back against him. "That's my girl," he grinned, sliding his hands up my sides, stoping to twist my nipples before moving up slowly until they were on my throat, squeezing gently. His teeth sunk into my shoulder which became my undoing as I came. He pulled out and pushed me to my knees before shoving his cock in my mouth, thrusting fast. "I'm going to fill that lovely mouth of yours," he growled. I reached up and massaged his balls which caused him to stop all movements as he came. I swallowed everything and licked him clean before standing back up. "Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing the teeth marks on my shoulder. "It's fine. I have makeup to cover it up," I smiled, kissing his cheek. "Well, in that case, how about we leave early, head back to the hotel for round two," he smirked. "You read my mind," I chuckled as we kissed before getting cleaned up.