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Neville loses control in a battle of wits against Enzo, making you leave the arena angry. Who will break down to make amends first?
Pairing: Neville x Y/N (Reader)
Warnings/Promises: Annoying Enzo, angst, SMUT, masturbation with SO watching, orgasm denial, mention of oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 2100
Note: I miss Neville and I’d been trying to come up with his fic for a while when a gif came to my attention. Please let me know if you liked my first Neville story and if you would like to be included on a tag list for further fics (for Neville or anybody else.) I really appreciate feedback in comments, reblogs, and likes! Please enjoy!
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, my king.”
Neville let a rare smile slip past his walls before covering it again with his usual determination. Together you walked out to his music and down to the ring. Finally, he was King of the Cruiserweights again. Once again, he wore the purple belt around his waist. You couldn’t help but notice the pride that had returned to his step as he collected microphones for the both of you.
“Good evening, peasants,” you began. You smiled as the Raw crowd cheered, speckled with a few boos. “Your king once again has his crown.” The cheers came back louder. You turned to watch Neville as he basked in the revelry.
“About time you lot acknowledged true leadership. I hope that for your sake that your blind adoration for that blustering baffoon will be replaced quickly. By your returned king.” Neville took a breath to continue with his speech when he was interrupted by music. You both bristled as if hearing nail on a chalkboard.
Enzo walked out onto the stage, drinking in whatever the audience shouted at him like it was unanimous praise. He did his silly dance, then seemed to notice you and Neville for the first time.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is something going on here?”
You turned to Neville and exchanged what your fans had titled the “Agreement to Murder” face.
“Yes, Enzo. Now go away.”
He thought for a moment. “Nah, this looks like a party about to happen. And I want in.” He walked down to the ring with a smug grin. You attempted to move to keep him out of the ring. But Neville stepped in front of you. “You guys havin’ a celebration up in here? I didn’t hear anything about invitations.”
“That’s because we don’t invite rabble.” Daggers or lasers, if you had the abilities to produce either Enzo would have never been able to roll into the ring.
“Good thing I’m not rabble, then, sweetheart.”
Neville growled and shifted his weight to his toes. You placed your hand on his shoulder and stepped between him and the intruder.
“I must disagree, but no matter. I have several more names for you, maggot. Now if you’ll excuse us, your Cruiserweight King was speaking.”
“Now, baby, don’t be like that.” He moved to take your hand or to touch your shoulder. You didn’t let him get close enough to find out before you leapt at him, ready to kick him out of the ring yourself. Neville’s strong arms wrapped your waist and pulled you against his chest. If you weren’t so irate yourself, you would have felt how hard his heart was beating.
Enzo scurried back a few steps and furrowed his brow. “You need to keep a leash on your lady.”
“Not even mithril could hold her.”
“What the hell is mithril?”
You wretched yourself out of Neville’s grasp. “Why are you here, Enzo? You have lost the title, and you will never have it again. Not through trickery, and definitely not through skill. You never had that.” Spitting that out calmed your nerves. The audience crowed and clapped in agreement, overpowering any sounds of dissenters.
“I do have skill. Even if all ya’ll appreciate is my ability to talk, it’s a skill. A good one. I’ve talked myself into a fight with your Keebler King there for that championship before.”
You saw what he was playing at. “Don’t lose control,” you whispered to Neville. “He’s just trying to get under your skin. Don’t let him.”
Enzo saw the discourse and continued pushing buttons. “And when I win, I might just take both your queens. I’m sure Y/N would look good hanging on my arm and the belt around my waist.”
“Neville, don’t…”
“Or vise-versa, I’m not too picky.”
The death grip you had on Neville’s forearm failed as he pushed past you and sucker punched Enzo to the floor. Despite your pleas for him to stop, Neville continued to kick and stomp Enzo into the canvas with glee. When he stopped, breathing heavily, he grinned at you. Any other day you would have been ready to fall to jump into his arms, but instead, all you felt was… disappointment. If Enzo was looking for another pressure point to hold over Neville, he just found it.
You walked past his incredulous face and made your way up the ramp.
“Do not turn your back on your King!” Neville bellowed.
You walked a few more steps, then twirled around to face him. “Watch. I’m gonna do it again.” You heard Neville sputter as you turned around. You had to show him that the world now knew the chink in his armor. Overhead, your own music started to play through the speakers. You started to sway your hips a little more than usual and walked through the gorilla to extra whistles and hoots.
You took a taxi to the house you and Neville were renting, not wanting to deal with the awkward ride home with him.
You were curled up with your worn copy of Oresteia when he came through the door.
“This night will not end with us mad at one another.”
“Mad?” You dropped your book on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. Neville’s boots followed you. “Why would I be mad? Neville, I’m boarder line furious! I warned you against letting Enzo in. Now he knows what to say to make you lose control. He’s going to use that in the title match. That maggot might win the championship again because you can’t let your ego take a hit now and then.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Fine, then I won’t say anything.”
“No, gah. You say I have the ego. Mine is nothing compared to… Y/N. Don’t start this.”
“I didn’t. You did the second you let that worm into the ring tonight. I could have kept him out. The news about the match would have come from Kurt like normal, and we wouldn’t be having this argument. Now I’m going to bed.”
“Don’t.” His voice was low and dangerous. You looked him right in the eyes and turned to walk away. His hands gripped your arms and held them tight enough to probably leave bruises. He turned you to face him. “Talk to me!”
You let your voice soften. “You are losing control again.” You watched as his eyes changed from blazing to broken. “We both seem to be.” He released your arms and slid his hands down into yours.
With a sigh, his shoulders dropped as if suddenly bearing a great weight. “He threatened you.”
You placed your hand on his cheek and lifted his face to look into yours. “He could never take me away from you, I am a prize that would fight back. He does not have the skill to beat me in a fair fight.”
“Fair is not in his nature.”
“If he were to attack me, and use such low means to best me, I know you would be right there in an instant.”
“If he even looks in your direction I will rip his throat out.”
His persistent ferocity made you smile. “I have no doubt. But let me out-talk him to death first.”
“Deal.” Neville chuckled. “We make quite the team. Riling each other up. Calming one another down. Everyone thinks I’m the dangerous one, but you’re the one that makes me that way.”
You stroked his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. Life would be so lackluster otherwise.” You trailed your finger across his cheekbones and then booped him on the nose. You giggled at his annoyed face. “You don’t want me any other way either.”
“No, you’re right.” Neville’s eyes gleamed. He walked you back till he had you pinned against a door. “As a matter of fact, I want my dangerous queen upstairs in five minutes.” His voice sent a thrilling chill through your body and a pleasant tightness blossomed in your chest, making it hard to breath. He released you and walked away. The air suddenly felt colder without him, crisp against the flush of your skin.
You took the few minutes to strip off your clothes and leave them on the kitchen table, then rushed up the stairs on silent feet. You knocked on the bedroom door and entered when he answered.
His face lit up as he surveyed your form. A blush crept into your cheeks as the rest of your body continued to flush under his gaze. Neville took one step towards you, then moved back to sit in a chair set up facing the end of the bed. He shed his shirt, then slumped down like a bored ruler on a throne.
“Sit.”
You sat across from him. Your fingers twitched, waiting to do whatever he told you.
“Spread.”
Your knees parted to bare your all to him. Pride swelled in your chest as Neville shifted in his seat.
“Begin.”
With a swallowed grin you ran your hands up the insides of your thighs. At the last second, you bypassed your sex and brought your hands to your breasts. Your nipples pebbled under your touch. Neville growled as your head lolled back with the pressure you used to knead your breasts. You brought your gaze back to watch him as you let one hand travel down to your heat. A sigh escaped your lips with that first touch. You worked deeper, eventually using your thumb to help along the impending storm. Static filled your ears as the first lightning bolts started to touch down except you heard Neville’s command.
“Stop.”
Your body shuddered and contorted on the bed as your orgasm tried to finish rising to the surface. It faded away into the steady pulse of arousal as you caught your breath.
“Neville, why are you teasing me?”
“I’m working on my self-control, per the advice from my queen. And if I have to control myself, then so do you. So iron sharpens iron.”
“I bet you feel like iron now.” You licked our lips as Neville stroked his length through his pants.
“Sweet words will get you nowhere. Keep going.”
It could have been just two more denials, it could have been twenty. Each “stop” had Neville seeing you fight to keep from sinking back into the sheets. He liked to see your face, no matter what sensations were ruling your movements. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.
“Please, Neville…”
“Who, Y/N?”
“Please, my king, let me come?”
“Why should I?” Neville had shed his pants at some point and was sitting in his briefs. He watched you with a smug grin as you licked your lips at the sight of the damp spot.
“Because my pleasure brings you pleasure. I take you so well, you always say so.” Another shudder of denied arousal swept through you, making you keen. “Please, Neville. Fuck me!”
“As my queen commands.”
He was on you in a second, slotting between your legs perfectly. With a cry, your head fell back into the sheets as Neville teased his head at your entrance. You could only make displeased sounds as he refused to fill you, instead, flicking your aching clit. The air filled with your combined moans as Neville finally began to ease his way into you. You let out a contented sigh as he sheathed himself completely.
Neville’s fingers laced with yours, pinning your hands on either side of your head. He started slow, grinding his hips and grunting with the feel of you. Then he warmed up, bringing you both close to release.
“Can I come, my king?”
“Yes, my queen.”
Neville twisted his hips in just the right way to find the spot that sent you tumbling. He chased his own release before letting out a guttural shout and stilling. Once he was done, he fell to one side and pulled you into his chest.
You were almost asleep when Neville snickered.
“What?”
“Seeing you all sexed up is making me hard again.”
“Sleep first. If you’re good, you’ll have a very good morning.”
He was not good, but he made sure you had a good morning regardless. You also took your revenge. Neville sat with his back in the pillows, moaning each time you had him stop, then shouting as you took him into your mouth.
With a week of sharpening each other’s iron, 205 rolled around to find you two standing just outside of the gorilla once again. You gave Neville’s hand a tight squeeze as his music started.
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