#niki lauda smut

[sub-danny]

Hey there, I was wondering if you could potentially write a fic of Niki x James but with y/n recording them? And maybe something like James fucking Niki in Niki's garage, maybe with a few different positions like on Niki's car for example. If you could that would be amazing. Thank you so much!

Back door entrance to the Garage

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: mxm reader smut, anal fingering, hand job, anal sex

THIS IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I know it has been ages since I've written on here, but after chatting about launt on the classic f1 discord I knew I had to write a fic for them and found this great prompt in my requests, so thank you anon!

James's soft lips brushed over Niki's sweat-dripped neck. His skin was searing hot to the touch. James almost flinched back. It was messy. It was passionate. It was everything he wanted and more. His hands pawed at Niki's suit, tugging at the red material. He dug his fingers into it and tugged as harsh as he could. He ran his hands down Niki's back, stopping at his hips to grasp his handles, feeling the soft flesh that always drove him wild. Holding him tightly, he could rub his obvious erection against Niki's smooth ass.

"Stop being an idiot and hurry it up." Niki huffed, turning his head to the side to give James a hard stare.

This only made James laugh, bringing his large hand down on Niki's ass to squeeze it. Niki let out a soft yelp and jumped on the spot he stood on.

"Not everything is a race, ratty."

"Fuck off."

You smiled at their antics. You watched as James bent Niki over a table in the Ferrari's garage. His hands roamed around Niki's body, feeling his ass, hips, and belly. You never thought Niki would have agreed to the idea of having a threesome with you and James, you always thought he was a private guy and wouldn't want to have shared you, but it seems your little rat had a fondness for the playboy himself and was more than willing to explore it.

This new scenario was new to the three of you. Before you had always been involved in the activities, letting James or Niki fuck you, or even you fucking one of them, but for the first time, it was just going to be James and Niki while you used your cam recorder to capture the situation. You intended to burn the video on a VHS for all three of you to watch again after this evening.

You walked around to the front of the work table to look Niki in the eyes. Raising your hand, you cupped his face, running your thumb along his cheek as he melted into your hand. His ice-blue eyes looked into yours, and you could feel the surge of warmth from the first time you saw him fill you again.

"Are you sure you are okay with this, Niki?"

"Of course, y/n," he murmured as he gazed at your warmly, his lips curling up into a smile.

"This little rat will be just fine," James butts in, his teeth shining as he smiles at Niki.

"It would help if he wasn't a complete dick."

"It's what you love about me, Niki," James replies, and as Niki open's his lips to give another resort, James grasps Niki's crotch. He scrunched Nikitightly, and a moan was pulled from Niki's lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

You smirked, stepping back and flipping on the cam recorder. The red light blinks as James pulls at the top of Niki's suit and drags it down his body, slowly exposing Niki's soft back and boxers. When he reaches Niki's ankles, he lets it go, letting the material restrict his feet. James places his hand on Niki's back and ensures Niki is pressed onto the table.

Niki's hands scratch the table beside his face, bracing himself as he feels James' warm fingers hook under his boxers. James quickly yanks the white boxers down and exposes Niki's soft ass to you. James's firm hands grasped Niki's cheeks and needled them with his warm palms. You zoomed in on Niki's ass, recording it as it slowly became red under James's touch.

After a few minutes, James pulled the cheeks apart to admire Niki's puckered asshole. You could tell Niki was tensed from how he flinched and how tight his asshole appeared on the cam recorder.

Niki groaned, pushing the side of his face against the table as he tried to de-tense, knowing what was to come. You could see on the recorder how he breathed in a few deep breaths to aid himself. Meanwhile, James reached for the bottle of lube he had stored in a drawer of Niki's garage earlier. Hopefully, none of Niki's team had looked through that draw. James snapped the lid open. The sound of the lid opening seemed to echo through the garage. You watched as James poured a fair amount of lube onto two of his fingers, and then he positioned it above Niki's ass and dribbled some onto Niki. Niki gasped as he felt the cold lube fall onto such a sensitive part of his body. He could feel it seep into his cracks, some of it slipping past his rim and down to his balls. James pressed one of his fingers against Niki's rim, wasting none of the lube. He gently applied more and more pressure to Niki's rim until, finally, the rim granted the tip of his finger entrance.

James applied more pressure and watched as his finger slipped up to the knuckle. Niki groaned as he felt James's finger slide into him. Niki pushed back against James's finger to get it further inside him. James pulled his finger in and out a few times, curling it to find the spot inside of Niki that he knew would have his rat squeaking.

He twisted his finger and pressed against the warm walls of Niki's inside, and finally, Niki let out a yelp of surprise as James found his prostate. James chuckled, rubbing his finger along that little nub inside of Niki while his other hand held Niki down on the table.

You watched as Niki's eyes fluttered, his mouth opening to let out a series of moans. As James continued to dip his finger into Niki's ass, pouring more lube onto his rim to aid his finger, Niki's hips buckled, pushing James's hands into his channel further.

As you focused on this with the cam recorder, you noticed how Niki's cock hanging under the table lifted in arousal and hardened due to James's touch.

"Someone's enjoying himself," you tease, zooming in momentarily on Niki's cock. When you zoomed out, you captured the way Niki's face flushed as you brought his cock to attention.

"Is that so?" James practically purred in his heavily posh English accent.

James brought his spare hand down to Niki's cock and entrapped it in his palm. Slowly he pumped it, helping Niki get harder from the sensation. As pre-cum beaded at the slit of Niki's cock, James ran his fingers over his foreskin and pulled it back to rub the pre-cum down Niki's shaft. He rubbed the firm flesh, enjoying the feeling of Niki's cock throbbing in his hand as he continued to tease it. At the sudden addition of pleasure, not only from his ass but also from his cock, Niki whined, closing his eyes and pressing the side of his head into the table. He couldn't close his mouth now, panting like a dog and showing off the top of his teeth.

James pulled his finger out abruptly and laughed at the moan Niki made from suddenly finding himself empty.

"I didn't know the rat was such a whore." he chuckled, lightly slapping Niki's ass to make him hiss.

"I'm not!" Niki argued, raising his head, but when James pushed two fingers into Niki, stretching his rim, Niki fell back onto the table, moaning. Niki let out a groan of pain as James pushed his fingers further, testing the stretch of Niki's rim. Soon a blush appeared on the bridge of Niki's nose. His groans of pain quickly changed to cries of pleasure.

James continued to curl his fingers into Niki's prostate while thrusting them in and out of Niki's warm hole. He dragged them apart within Niki's ass, watching how the rim muscles strained and clutched onto his fingers. He started working Niki's cock harder with his hand, tugging it in time with his thrusts into Niki. His fingers squeezed it lightly. You could see more pre-cum leak from Niki's tip, spilling onto the floor.

As James dared to push a third finger into Niki, forming a triangle shape with his fingers, Niki lifted his head and let out a loud cry and shouted,

"Scheiße!"

His legs were trembling as James was pushing his fingers into Niki and pumping his cock with more force. As his legs twitched, both you and James knew that was his tale tell sign that he was close to cumming. He was on the edge of losing it, and only a few more minutes of James's expertise with his fingers, and he would crash down in his orgasm. Niki's fingers dug into the table he laid on, and he buckled his hips a few more times as he chanted, 'Scheiße'.

Just when you thought James was about to let him cum, James stepped away from Niki, pulling his fingers out and leaving Niki's cock untouched.

Niki shouted out, "Asshole," in anguish.

He turned around to glare at James with his ice-cool eyes while his chest heaved against the table.

Both you and James chuckled, making Niki glare at both of you as he huffed. Niki moved his hips against the table's edge to create friction on his poor cock, which had now softened.

James strutted towards Niki and patted Niki's ass, giving it a squeeze to hear Niki squeak.

"Such a lovely ass. No wonder you can feel everything wrong with the car, rat."

James trailed his finger along the smooth flesh and then down to the puckering rim again, feeling how the muscle contracted at the slightest touch. Feeling James circle Niki's rim with his finger made Niki whimper and moan.

"And so sensitive," James continues to tease.

"Get on with it, asshole," Niki growled.

"Not patient, though," you added as you watched James slowly undo his belt and pull his brown jeans down. Niki, however, couldn't see. James was undoubtedly larger than most you had seen in length and thickness. You knew it was one of the main reasons women were so infatuated with him. In previous times when you, Niki and James had fooled around, it had always been a struggle to get James in at first, but the pleasure after always made up for the pain at the beginning.

You kept an eye on Niki's face as James pressed the soft tip of his uncut cock against Niki's prepared rim. It shined with the lube James had pushed into him. Niki's eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly as he felt the hard cock press against his rim. His body tensed, muscles tightening as James pushed.

You moved the cam recorder away from Niki's face to get a good angle of James entering Niki. The rim muscle stretched around the thicker part of James's tip and allowed him to sink in a few inches. As it started reaching the broader part of James's cock, the strain hit Niki, and you could see him struggling to stretch around James.

You both heard Niki's whine as he felt himself being stretched beyond the limit. His fingers dug into the table again, and he shut his eyes. His breathing was heavy as he tried to relax as much as possible to let James in.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," James whispered to Niki as he draped himself over Niki's body and placed gentle kisses on his shoulder and back. He used his fingers to massage the stressed rim and help it loosen further.

James could push in a bit more, and he was now halfway into Niki.

Niki felt James slip in further and how his hard cock rubbed against his prostate, sending the feeling of pleasure through Niki's body. Niki couldn't help panting and letting the moans escape his lips at every thrust of James's hips. His rim strained further as it was pulled larger than he thought was possible, and the worry crossed his mind for a moment that he might bleed. He certainly felt the burn of James entering him. His walls were pried wide and pressed tightly against James's invading cock. The heat of James inside of him was overwhelming.

James let out a few grunts as he thrust his hips to fit the last bit of him inside. Finally, with a pop, his hips and balls reached Niki's ass, and he was entirely inside of Niki. Niki let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, as James stayed still for a second to let him get used to it.

Niki finally opened his eyes, smiling at the feeling of James filling him whole. His ass felt stretched and slightly torn from taking James in, but he felt like purring from how the pain melted into pleasure that buzzed in his brain.

"James," he whispered. "Get on with it."

James chuckled in his ear, which made Niki shiver in arousal. Listening to Niki for once, however, James pulled himself up off of Niki's back and grasped ahold of his hips that were bent over the edge of the table. His fingers dug into the soft skin, and slowly he pulled himself out of Niki, till just the tip was left in, and then he slammed forward again into Niki.

Niki let out a yelp of surprise, not expecting James to push in so quickly, but he got little time to register it before James thrust into him again. Niki groaned, feeling how James pushed his channel open again with each movement.

"Fuck, James!" he yelped after a brutal thrust into him.

You moved around with the cam recorder, capturing the way James's cock pushed into that wet hole, sinking in and out. It fluttered around him, still getting used to the stretch and strain of James being inside.

You moved to capture Niki's face. His cheeks burned red, and his mouth hung open as another moan was torn from his lips.

You could hear him whispering to himself in Austrian before he bit down on his bottom lip to stop all the embarrassing noises leaving his lips. Smiling at him, you step forward and gently caress his sharp jawline with your hand, letting his head rest in your palm. He opened his eyes at the contact and gave you a gentle smile. James chooses at that moment to push into Niki further, hitting Niki's prostate with accuracy. Niki's head shot out of your hand as he cried, the pleasure overwhelming.

You pulled back, watching Niki's body moving in time with James, meeting his thrusts with his ass. All you could hear was the squelching noise as James pushed into Niki's ass each time, but it wasn't nearly as loud as Niki.

Feeling a few tears fall down his cheeks, Niki pushed his face into the table, hiding as James continued to pound into him. His hips were twisting in James's grip, and you could see the amount of pre-cum dripping from Niki's tip as James continued to seek his prostate with each thrust. His cock was twitching in anticipation, the vein pumping with need as it showed through the skin.

Niki let out a few more muffled wails, and James let go of his hip with one hand to lace his fingers into Niki's soft, curled hair. He was gentle for a second, just holding the hair within his grasp, but then he yanked it back, pulling Niki's face up and off the table.

Unable to hide, you caught on camera Niki's face with tear lines down his cheeks as he gasped from the overwhelming pleasure. He was as red as a tomato, and his moans seemed to bounce off the garage walls. From how hard James was pulling on his hair, his top half was lifted, putting a strain on his throat as he let out a few gurgles.

James gave a few more quick thrusts into Niki, pushing his body forward with each one. Then he let go of Niki's hip with his other hand and brought it down to Niki's cock, where he started stroking him again. Instantly Niki buckled as James used the pre-cum to lube up Niki's shaft and help him glide his hand over Niki's cock. James rubbed Niki in just the way that he knew would get Niki to tremble.

"James! Fuck James, I'm going to-I'm, shit-" Niki got out through his gasps.

You watched as Niki's eyes practically rolled into his head, his whole body shuddered, his balls drew up tight, and the cum pumped out of him in streams and went all over the floor. His hips thrust forward and backwards, fucking James's cock into him further as James used his hand to milk Niki of all the cum he had.

After a minute, no more cum spurted out of his tip as James moved his hand. He let go of Niki's cock and his hair, letting Niki's top half fall back onto the table. Niki's breath hitched with every thrust James pushed in him, still moving inside of him while the pain and pleasure of overstimulation wracked through Niki. And all Niki could do was lie there, his face looking towards the camera as he moaned, too fucked to move on his own.

Slowly, James pulled himself out of Niki. Carefully, James wrapped his arms around Niki and pulled him off the table. Niki's mind was foggy, and he could do nothing about James picking him up. Carrying Niki bridal style in his arms, he took him over to where a table chair was. You had conveniently put it there earlier. James sat down on the chair and pulled Niki onto his lap, facing him.

You followed them with the cam recorder and zoomed in on the way James's hands wrapped around Niki's ass. Niki's ass was already grazed from the contact James's hips had made on his ass earlier. Niki's arms were now wrapped around James's neck, his legs around James, and the back of the seat. Their chests were pressed together, heaving in sync. James's lips found the dip of Niki's neck, and he buried his face there, pressing kisses on Niki's skin that had a sweaty shine. James could feel Niki's pulse and how rapidly it was beating through his skin.

As the muscles in James's arms tensed, pushing out against his skin, he lifted Niki up by the grip on his ass and dragged Niki down on his cock, impaling him.

Niki's back arched as he let out a silent scream, his fingers pulling at James's thick blonde hair in desperation as he was filled so quickly again. James groaned at the feeling of Niki tugging at his hair and his cock being surrounded by Niki's hot, tight body.

Making sure his grip was secure on Niki's ass, James lifted Niki up and down on his cock while he covered all of Niki's neck and Adam's apple in wet kisses. You could now clearly see in this position Niki's ass as he bounced up and down on James's cock, watching how it pushed into Niki.

Focusing on the recorder, you captured how James's cock quickly disappeared into Niki's ass and then back out again.

"How long can you last, James?" Niki groaned, letting out a little yelp as James bites lightly on his neck to leave a hickey.

"Hours," is all James has to reply, snapping his hips up into Niki to hear him cry out in pleasure.

Niki had barely recovered from his last orgasm, feeling the lingering pleasure of it floating in his mind. But now, in the new position, he was placed in, he could feel James reaching further into him than before, touching parts that hadn't been touched and carving a new paths open. All he could do was hold James's hair, keen as James's cock rubbed against his prostate and made the pleasure of the overstimulation run up his veins and into his head, tingling his brain.

James continued to lift Niki up and down on his cock for a few minutes, controlling his movements and pace. But James grew bored with that position. He tightened his grip on Niki's ass, his fingers squeezing the soft tissue tightly and holding Niki in place; he rocked his hips into Niki.

Unlike before, when James was careful with his pace to not hurt Niki after stretching him, James was thrusting as fast as he could. The slapping sound was loud, but it was accompanied by both the sounds of Niki's moans and gasps and James's grunts as he placed another hickey on Niki's delicate skin.

Niki would have to wear turtle necks for the next few weeks to avoid questions from the press and his fellow f1 drivers.

As Niki's body was pushed up and down by James pounding into him, Niki finally looked down at James, who had moved away from his neck. He untangled his hands from James's sweaty hair and instead used it to cup James's jaw and pull him into a passion-driven kiss.

You captured the tender moment between them on the cam recorder. How they delved into each other's mouths. You could hear the muffled moans as their tongues rolled together, dancing within each other's mouths. They pulled back a few times just to breathe in some air before their lips were on each other again.

Lost in the kiss's pleasure, James had slowed down his pace of pushing into Niki. It frustrated Niki, whose overstimulation was fading. Niki's chest rubbed against James, teasing his nipples and riding James's cock. You watched as Niki tensed, bringing himself up and down on James's cock.

Finally pulling away from Niki's lips, James moaned, his eyelids fluttering until he snapped back into focus again. In a moment, he lifted Niki off his cock again and, holding him, carried Niki over to his f1 car in the garage and laid Niki over the top.

Niki groaned, feeling his back pressed against the cold material of his car. There wasn't much surface of the car for him to be pressed against, and the slanted part of the car meant his ass was resting on the tails while his body was raised upwards on the front.

He had no idea how he would explain to his mechanics the next day how his car was damaged.

He groaned again when he felt James drape his body over him and pressed a kiss to Niki's lips to silence him. James's hands found their way to Niki's legs, and he got Niki to wrap his legs around James's hips and ass, pushing James towards him. With a grunt, James buried himself in Niki for the third time. With how much James had fucked into him, Niki's rim was looser.

Now that Niki had gotten over his first orgasm and the overstimulation had faded, the blissfulness and pleasure of James thrusting into him and hitting his prostate all over again filled him.

"F-fuck James, Clay was right," Niki groaned, his voice strangled. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the car he was being thrust against.

James, leaning up to swipe the sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes and grinned at Niki and asked,

"What did Clay say?"

Blushing, Niki looked away and muttered under his breath,

"That you are an immortal fuck."

James chuckled at Niki's reaction and at Clay's apparent words. He glanced back at you and at the camera to wink.

"I didn't know you discussed how good I am with your teammate. But I'm glad what's being said is accurate."

"Shut up," Niki groaned, his back arching as James pushed into him further at his words.

Niki's fingers were digging into the car, sweat all over the paint job. There was squeaking from the car as they moved together, and as James picked up his pace, his balls slapped on Niki. You watched as Niki's legs tensed around James, squeezing him tighter, and his legs trembled.

James hissed through his teeth, letting go of Niki's hips to grasp his hair and pull Niki into a kiss again as he rutted into Niki as fast as he could now, not holding back. He could feel Niki's ass sucking him in, begging him for more, and how could he resist? Niki moaned into the kiss, his hips moving in time with James and baring down on him to get James as far into him as possible.

James's other hand left Niki's hip and stroked Niki's rigid cock, resting against his chest and slowly dripping pre-cum onto his soft belly. Niki shivered from the sensations, whining as the pleasure tightened a knot in his stomach. James worked his hand harder, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Niki to tease him and gather some of the pre-cum to guide his hand.

Whining, Niki arched his back again, and with one final loud moan, he came over his chest; his rim tightened around James. It fluttered and milked James's cock as he pushed into him again.

Niki's eyes glazed over as he lost himself in bliss while James continued to thrust into him. He could feel his warm cum slowly fall off his tummy, dripping onto the Ferrari car below. He knew he would have to clean it later if he could, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

James let out his own groan and swore under his breath, and finally, grabbing Niki's hips again, he pulled Niki as close to him as possible and slammed his hips, releasing into Niki.

His hips jutted a few times, in time with the cum that shot out of him and coated Niki's insides, while Niki moaned from the feeling of being filled by James.

With the cam recorder, you walked over to them, capturing both faces. You pushed it down, zooming in on how deeply James was buried inside Niki. Slowly James pulled out, and you watched as a trail of cum leaked from Niki's stretched ass.

Finally, after a moment, Niki opened his eyes and, at seeing you, beckoned you over. You shut off the cam recorder, knowing later you would burn it on a VHS tape to give to James and to keep for you and Niki to watch, but for now, Niki wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Thank you for recording this." He whispered, smiling at you lovingly.

"Thank you, thank both of you, for being such desirable things to tape."

Niki blushed, and James grinned at you.

"Next time you're joining in with us again, y/n."

You smirk at James.

"You can count on it."

The three of you held onto each other's hands and smiled. The relationship between you all may be unconventional to people, but it worked for you three, and that's what mattered.

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[love-wiiidow]

Beautiful Girl-Charles Leclerc x Bianchi!OC

warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, friends to enemies to lovers, death, depression, smut, age gap (charles is 26, coco is 22)

summary: when corinne bianchi loses her older brother, the only person she can count on is charles. until she can’t.

authors note: happy birthday jules!

previous—next

my charles playlist—here

Coco was excelling in a kart.

Almost every single race was won; and if it wasn’t won she was standing on the podium.

Jules loved watching his little sister participate in the sport that meant so much to his family.

The boy was currently in Formula Renault 2.0, and was on track to winning the championship.

Coco would not be more proud of her older brother.

At school, the only thing she talked about was how her brother was in Formula Renault 2.0, and how he was so close to winning the championship.

She never failed to bring up Charles either.

“Saviez-vous que le grand frère d'Arthur vient de remporter un titre à Monaco did you know that Arthur’s big brother just won a title in Monaco?” Coco bragged as she sat at a table in school, Arthur sat next to her.

“Why do you care about cars so much?” A kid asked, and Coco and Arthur looked at each other with smirks on their faces.

“Because we’re going to be Formula One drivers some day.”

Coco was dead-set on being a Formula One driver.

She had no other backup plan.

She also knew that she wanted to drive for Ferrari.

Either next to her brother, Charles, or Arthur.

“Jules, are you going to race for Ferrari?” The young girl asked her brother one night as he was tucking her in.

“I hope so, mon ange my Angel.” He said as he placed her Ferrari themed teddy bear on her chest.

“When I race for Ferrari I want to either race next to you, Charles, or Arthur!” She smiled. “And I want to be world champion!”

Jules was always far too nice and loving to his little sister, and just let her dream when it came to being an F1 driver.

He knew it would be harder for her compared to Charles or Arthur simply because of her gender, and he really wished it didn’t have to be that way.

The young girl had posters of her F1 idols on the walls.

Michael Schumacher, Ayrton Senna, Niki Lauda, and most importantly, Maria Teresa de Filippis.

Maria Teresa was an Italian racing driver, and the first woman to race in an F1 World Championship.

She scored no championship points, but Coco still aspired to be like her.

“Jules, je veux etre comme elle I want to be like her.” Coco smiled at the poster of Maria Teresa that was above her dresser.

“I know you do, Coco.” Jules smiled. “You’ve got to go to bed to be rested for our important day tomorrow.”

Coco snuggled up into her bed and prepared for Jules to sing to her.

“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monsters gone, he’s on the run, and your brothers here.” Jules softly sang as Coco closed her eyes. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, girl.”

Coco and Arthur were almost 7 years old, and were sat in the Leclercs living room.

Arthur had seemed sad for the entire day, and Coco wouldn’t seem to figure out why.

“Arthur, are you okay?” She asked him once again as they sat on the couch next to each other.

“I have to quit racing.” He pouted and her jaw dropped.

“What?” She gasped.

“My parents can’t afford both Charles and I.” He huffed. “They picked him over me.”

“I cannot believe this!” The young girl threw up her hands. “My family can pay for you, I’m sure of it!”

“No, Coco, it’s okay, really.” Arthur protested. “Just a bit bummed, is all.”

The girl closed her mouth and looked at her “twin” feeling the sadness radiating off of him.

“I’m sorry, Arthur.” She pouted with him, leaning forward and giving him a hug. “I’ll win all my races just for you now.”

“Thank you.” He smiled.

And that’s exactly what Coco did.

Every. Single. Race.

The collection of trophies in the Bianchi household was enormous.

Jules had just won the 2007 Formula Renault 2.0 championship, and Coco had just won her karting championship, so the display case was well furnished.

Charles had been watching Coco dominate the track.

He had accompanied the Bianchis to every race he could attend, and would cheer loudly for the girl when she inevitably crossed the line in P1.

He was there for her championship deciding race as well, and cheered as loud (if not louder) than Jules.

“TU L'AS FAIT! you did it!” Charles screamed as Coco came barrelling off of the podium and into the arms of her brother.

“JE L'AI FAIT! i did it!” She screamed, pumping her fist and her trophy in the air.

Her father carefully took the trophy from her hands since since he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t break it.

After hugging Jules for a significant amount of time, Coco moved onto Charles.

She hugged him like her life depended on it, squeezing him as the almost 10 year old lifted her off of the ground.

A loud laugh came out of her mouth, nothing but joy radiating from the group.

After Charles, she moved into Arthur.

“For you.” She smiled, hugging him.

“For us.” He smiled back.

As the years passed by, Cocos talent shocked every one she came in contact with.

Including the big guys.

#charles lecrelc #charles leclerc #formula 1 #max verstappen #jules bianchi #arthur leclerc #it girl #racing #idol #michael schumacher #niki lauda #ayrton senna

[mypoisonedvine]

niki lauda degradation smut??? from you? I AM SAT

I don't even have a plot idea I just want him to be mean to me lmao

#plot is overrated anyway

[totowlff]

chapter seven — dreams

➝ a new baby in the lauda family prompts discussion between niki and elisabeth about the path her life is taking.

➝ word count: 2,1k

➝ warnings: smut

➝ author’s note: enjoy!

FEBRUARY, 2014

Elisabeth felt her eyes grow heavy as she was sitting again in her seat on the family’s jet, en-route to pre-season testing in Bahrain, the fatigue of a long day of travel settling in. She was comfortable, and the hum of the engines of the Bombardier CL-600 were lulling her to sleep.

Suddenly, she saw herself lying in bed. Snapping her eyes open, she became completely alert when she felt something move on the other side of the mattress. She was frozen as she heard the sound of someone settling into the sheets behind her. She felt an arm wrap around her waist, hand flat against her belly, pulling her body against theirs.

The stiffness against the curve of her lower back betrayed that behind Elisabeth was a man. But who?

She thought about turning her head to find out his identity, but she couldn’t move, distracted by his slender fingers pulling the fabric of her shirt up to lazily caress the skin of her abdomen. That simple touch was enough for the heat to build up between her legs.

An involuntary sigh escaped her lips. Then, she felt his breath against her neck, his lips brushing her ear.

— I want to make you feel good — a voice with an all-too-familiar accent whispered, sliding the hand that was on her belly toward her left breast, softly caressing it. Elisabeth moaned, arching her spine against his body.

— Please — she pleaded, as his lips brushed the curve of her neck, moving up to her ear, nibbling her skin lightly. He lightly pinched her nipple, making her close her eyes and sigh.

— Do you like that, Liesl?

— Yes — she murmured, pressing her body against his, feeling his erection growing harder against the small of her back. The thought of having him inside her sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

— And that? — he said as his hand traveled down to the waistband of the shorts she was wearing, his finger sliding under the elastic, teasing her.

— Yes — Elisabeth replied. Her voice sounded thin.

— So, then, ask me, Liesl — he said, his tone imperative  — Ask me to touch you.

— Please — she gasped, pleadingly — Touch me, Toto.

His fingers slipped under the waistline of her pajama shorts. She was already soaking wet and he had barely touched her.

— Is this all for me, Liesl? — he asked, as his fingers moved through her wetness, slowly massaging her clit in circles. It was enough to make Elisabeth feel her whole body twitch, as if an electrical shock coursed through her muscles.

— Yes, Toto, just for you — she sighed, throwing her head back, into his shoulder.

— Good to know — he said, as he resumed biting and kissing her neck. His hand continued to stimulate her, his fingers gradually moving faster against her most sensitive spot. She moved her hips in search of more friction, her mind blank, except for one word: more.

With every second, she felt her orgasm getting closer and closer, the knot in her belly getting tighter and tighter.

— Toto, please — Elisabeth moaned, her knuckles white as she squeezed his arm that was around her waist.

— What do you want, Elisabeth? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.

— Make me come, Toto — she replied, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes — Please make me come.

— As you wish, my pretty little girl.

The rhythm his fingers set against her clit was relentless. The sounds coming out of her were completely unintelligible, a series of moans and pleas lost on their way to her lips.

The sensation became unbearable, and, instinctively, Elisabeth pressed her thighs together.

But then, she felt nothing.

His hand was gone. The heat was gone. Toto was not there.

She opened her eyes. She blinked to clear the fog of sleep, gazing out the oval porthole and saw the blue sky dotted with white clouds, passing swiftly by. It took her a moment to realize where she was — on a plane with her father. She wasn't in a bed, and she definitely wasn't with Toto Wolff as he was making her come using only his fingers.

She sighed, realizing it had all been a dream. Her imagination was still affected by the kiss they’d shared in that meeting room, as much as she’d tried to forget all about it. Her mind seemed to want to torment her, as it kept flashing back to that day. Until now, though, she hadn’t actually dreamed about it.

She adjusted herself in her chair, looking up at her father sitting at the seat across from her. He was silent, completely engrossed in reading that day’s edition of Der Standard, a smile on his lips. Not for nothing, either — now, he was a grandfather.

Elisabeth was in Brackley when she heard the news that Claire had gone into labor. She was there in place of her father at a meeting with Mercedes’ investors, which included Toto. It was the first time they’d talked after the phone call with him on Christmas Eve. And, to her surprise, it was cordial, as if nothing had happened.

— How was your winter break, Liesl? — he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

— Quiet — she replied, giving him a smile — And yours?

— Far from it, but fine — he said, the corners of his lips curving.

The meeting proceeded smoothly, the other executives reviewing a graph presented by Toto. Her phone vibrated on the table, Mathias’ name on the screen. Elisabeth immediately rose from her chair, causing everyone at the table to look in her direction.

— I’m sorry, but I have to answer this. Excuse me — she said, pressing the green button and putting the phone to her ear as she walked out of the conference room.

As soon as her brother said the word “labor”, everything was a blur. Elisabeth went back into the conference room and quickly gathered her things, shoving her pen and notepad clumsily into her black bag.

— Are you okay, Elisabeth? — Toto approached her, asking quietly.

— It’s a family emergency — she said, taking her coat from the back of the chair she was sitting in — I have to go.

— Let me know if you need anything — he whispered as she walked by him. They locked eyes with each other for a long moment, before she nodded and left the conference room. 

The drive between Brackley and London City Airport felt endless. As did the flight to Vienna on the family’s private jet.

However, the marathon trip to Goldenes Kreuz Hospital was well worth the trouble the moment Elisabeth saw her brother place a tiny little thing swaddled in a crochet blanket in her dad’s arms. Lennon was finally here.

Her face was wet with tears as she approached. She looked at the newborn closely, taking in every detail of his little face.

— He’s beautiful — she said, looking at Claire. Her sister-in-law only gave her a tired but happy smile.

— He takes after his mother — Mathias replied, laughing.

— No, no, the chin is definitely Lauda — Marlene replied, running her index finger along the delicate curve of Lennon’s chin.

She was still thinking about the discussion about her nephew’s features, her gaze fixed out the window, when she heard someone saying her name.

— Elisabeth — her dad said, looking at her as he folded the newspaper and placed it on the chair next to him  — Is everything okay?

— Yes, yes — she replied, smiling — I was just thinking about Lenny.

Niki smiled at the mention of his grandson.

— You’re infatuated with him, aren’t you?

— How could I not be, dad? He’s my first nephew — Elisabeth said — He’s the most perfect little boy in the universe.

— If you’re like this with Lenny, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when you have your own children — her father muttered, flashing a mischievous smile at her.

— It will probably be the same — she laughed — Or worse.

Niki looked at her for a long moment in silence.

— And have you ever thought about taking the first step toward that? — he finally asked.

Elisabeth blinked.

— What do you mean?

— My dear, it’s not just today that I realize that you live at work — Niki said, causing her to huff in protest — And it’s no use snorting at me, you know it’s true.

— You’re not the first one to mention it  — she grumbled, turning away from her father.

It was true — Niki wasn’t the first to approach her about that matter. From childhood, her parents noticed that she was extremely focused and disciplined. Whether at school, university, or work, Elisabeth was always in the deep end, trying to learn as much as possible and, above all, doing her best to do her part. However, excessive dedication always meant little time for things that weren’t schoolwork or spending time with her family.

Not that she had refrained from having normal experiences for a normal woman altogether. Elisabeth had a group of girlfriends her age that got together from time to time. She went to a party now and then. Her love life wasn’t a tragedy, she had a couple of boyfriends and some casual relationships. But those things were never her focus, and her lack of interest in other things had always worried her family.

Marlene always insisted that she should work less and have more fun. Her brothers were always trying to drag her to some beach house or mountain lodge for weekend gatherings, without any success. All of that was followed by scolding looks and some lecture about living her life before it passes her by. But Elisabeth preferred to ignore it, as she felt that she had more important things to do, like looking after her father’s investments.

— Maybe they say that because it’s true — Niki said, looking at her.

— I work as much as necessary to keep the business going.

Her father shook his head.

— No, Elisabeth. You work much more than necessary.

— Look who’s talking — she snapped, looking at him.

— Elisabeth — her father said, scolding her.

— You’re the last person who should be teaching me a lesson about working too much — she continued — Mom always complained about how hard you worked, both when you were racing and when you were starting your businesses. 

— And that’s exactly why I’m telling you this, Elisabeth, because I know firsthand when someone is working too much.

She looked back at the window, annoyed. She hated having this kind of conversation. It always ended the same way.

— Mauslein…

— What? Go on — she spat — I already know everything you’re going to say. That I should be like my brothers and take things less seriously, that I should take a vacation and not dedicate myself so much to the business. But if I don’t help you, who’s going to, dad?

— That’s what I pay people for, Elisabeth.

She huffed again, running her hand across her forehead.

— Elisabeth, I saw how you were moved by Lenny. You want to have a family.

— I have a family — she returned.

— I mean children, Mauslein. A partner. 

— Dad…

— Elisabeth, I understand exactly how you feel. You’re at a stage where you think you’re better off alone. But, there will come a time when you will realize that you want to share your life with someone. I know this because that moment had come for me, too.

— And what did you do?

— I ran to the Friesacher and asked your mother to stay.

She couldn’t help but smile. She had already asked her parents to tell that story so many times that she had lost count. The looks they exchanged at Curd Jürgens' party, the meeting in the following week, the scheduled flight to Ibiza until the moment Niki raced to the Friesacher Hotel in Salzburg, afraid the love of his life was gone forever.

— The point is, the time will come when you will find the person you want to share your life with. It’s inevitable.

Elisabeth looked down at her hands, swallowing hard. “What if that time has already come?”, she thought, the flashes of that November morning in Brackley replaying in her head.

— Mauslein, don’t deny yourself the chance to be happy.

— Weren’t you the one who said that happiness was bad? — she said, her voice thin and quiet.

— Happiness is only bad for those who don’t know how to enjoy it — Niki said — Your mother was the one who taught me that.

Elisabeth stared at her father, thinking about what he’d just said. Before she could respond, the pilot’s voice came through the cabin intercom.

— Attention, Mr and Miss Lauda, please fasten your seat belts for the landing procedures at Bahrain International Airport.

She shifted in her seat once more, buckling her seat belt and adjusting it tightly around her waist. She looked back up at Niki, who was looking straight at her.

— Think about what I said, Elisabeth — he said — And please don’t forget that your mother and I just want to see you happy.

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BRUHLSBEES OLD WORKS MASTERLISTS

a new and improved masterlist for all of my daniel bruhl, owen wilson, luke wilson, and murray bauman work. lately i've been on the cusp of getting back into a writing kick and a lot of my motivation for some of these pieces have gone right out the window (sorry to all my early followers). as much as i'd like to just delete these fics and move on i know some people do enjoy them so you'll find a lot of my early work either in the 'retired' section or in the 'early works' section. some retired pieces may be worked on in the future, but for now they'll remain in the void. thanks for understanding and hopefully i'll get more stuff out soon! :')

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RETIREMENT HOME

garden of eden (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sweet disposition (alex kerner x reader) - click here

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second chance (writer!daniel x reader) - click here

FINISHED PIECES

bubbles (helmut zemo x reader) - part one & two (s)

five more minutes (helmut zemo x reader) - click here

it was real enough (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

the haunting of heike zemo (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

behind the mask (helmut zemo x reader) - click here (s)

i'm going in tonight (alex kerner x reader) - click here (s)

opposites attract (alex kerner x reader) - click here

baby paula (alex kerner x reader) - click here

at the cabin (alex kerner x reader - click here

dancing in the rain (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sapphire strings (andrea marowski x reader) - click here

modern!flatmate! andrea x reader headcannons - nsfw version & sfw version

broken wing (dr. laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

bloodlust (vampire! laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

kachow (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)

good luck charm (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)

jackpot (dark!daniel x reader) - click here (s)

tom foolery (clowniel x reader) - part one & two (s)

the first time (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here (s)

welcome home (chris burnett x reader) - click here

better man (ken hutchinson x reader) - click here (s)

the last night (anthony adams x reader) - click here

knock three times (murray bauman x reader) - click here (s)

murray bauman nsfw alphabet - part one & two (s)

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[lorna-d-m]

Traveling

Hey y'all! While I'm on vacation my requests are going to be open! You can put them in my ask box or message me, and I will be taking requests for both Niki Lauda and Helmut Zemo! Here are some sample prompt lists, or you can request whatever you please!

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#bloody baron #lights out fic

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Lesson Never Learned - Niki Lauda

Yeah, this kinda goes against all my morals, but I've consumed so much dark stuff over this past month and I just had to get it out of my system

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon, slight misogyny, slapping, spanking, biting, scratching, blood and blood tasting, degradation, gagging, and that's all I think?

2.5K Words

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Niki felt boiling hot anger burning throughout his body, threatening to make him do some impulsive. But how could he not when he was the victim of such an appalling prank?

The red and white paint of his F1 car was ruined, a thick black paint covering the side of the vehicle with two irritating words: Rat Boy.

James struggled to hide his smirk, small squeaky giggles escaping his lips as he watched Niki storm up to him with steam practically shooting out of his ears. "What the fuck?" Niki yelled loudly, gathering everyone in the vicinity's attention.

"What's got you all riled up this time, Kraut?" James retorted in annoyance.

"My car, you asshole! You ruined it! Do you know how much money it's going to take to get it repainted, huh?" His accent was thick and heavy as his anger just kept growing. "I made it very clear I did not want to participate in such childish activities!"

"Aw, come on, Niki. Lighten up, man. It was just a prank, besides, I'm not even the one who did it so leave me be."

Niki furrowed his brows in confusion, not entirely believing him. "If not you, then who? Please, point me in the direction of the asshole who did this so I can box his ears."

"It was Y/n." James smirked as he watched Niki's expression drop.

"Y/n? That new female driver?" Niki was almost in complete and utter shock, still having difficulty believing that a newbie would even dare to mess with anyone, even if there was a prank was going on. "Where is she?" Niki asked lowly, his eyes darkening.

You were laughing with one of your fellow drivers when you heard the doors slam open, a fuming Niki speed walking straight towards you. "Bitch! You ruined my car!"

You giggled to try and mask your fear. "Chill, man. It's not permanent, it'll wash off."

"It doesn't matter if it's permanent or not, you still disrespected me by involving me in these stupid prank wars!"

"It was a prank! It's harmless!" You snapped at him. "Look, if you're really so emotional about your precious car's paint, I'll come by your garage and wash it off. How bout that?"

"Fine. Come by my house, my car will be there. No later than five p.m. or I'll have you disqualified." Niki walked off with a huff, leaving you to fail at steadying your rapidly beating heart.

"Well, how'd it go?" James teased.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him roughly. "I never should've listened to you. I didn't even want to prank him in the first place, but now I have to go to his place and play slave and wash his precious car."

"Sorry, kid." James laughed, clearly not sorry. "I just wanted to do it so bad but I knew he'd punch me if I were the one to do it, and I can't have anything ruining my face, especially not by the Rat. But since you're a woman, he won't be so hard on you."

Yeah, that's what you thought too.

You arrived at Niki's home still wearing your driver's uniform, it was already kind of dirty so you weren't going to dress up in something clean just to get it dirtied up when you washed his car. It was so stupid, it was just a prank. Why'd he have to be so angry about it, even after you told him it can be washed off? Did he have to be a pretentious jagoff all the time? No matter, you'd just clean the car as fast as possible and never prank him again, you weren't that stupid.

"Took you long enough!" Niki called out to you from his front porch, eating a small bowl of what you gathered was yogurt.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "I'm right on time, thank you very much."

"I said five p.m., it's six past five."

"Oh my god, you're such a douche." You muttered to yourself. "Where's the car, asshole?"

"In my back garage, you'll have to come through the house to get to it."

"You couldn't have just, ya know, placed it out here?"

"And make this easy for you? No, I'm going to savor this."

"Of course you are..."

In all fairness, washing off the paint wasn't too terribly taxing, but the paint that you used was messy and the washed off paint got all over your jumpsuit. It was easy to wash off the car, but it stained your clothes. Crap. You didn't really live in a well off apartment, it was small and it didn't have a washing machine and dryer, and the nearest twenty four hour laundry mat was a good hour away; and with a busy and early day tomorrow, you couldn't possibly take the time to make a run. You thought about your options and only came up with one.

"You look filthy." Niki stated boldly, but you were so used to his bluntness that it didn't even bother you anymore.

"Yeah, I cleaned your car. It's spotless, I can see my own reflection in it. But I wanted to ask if I could use your laundry machine? Like you said, this is filthy now and I don't have a spare. With the practices and meetings tomorrow, I really want to look at least a little clean."

Niki pondered for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "Take a shower too, you smell as bad as you look."

You avoided Niki as much as possible around his own house, taking a shower first and using one of Niki's many robes so that you could do your laundry while not completely naked. You felt uncomfortable as you noticed Niki's gaze trail your figure up and down as you passed by him in one of his hallways, trying to ignore the vulnerable but somewhat arousing feeling that came with the situation. You just decided to wait in his living room until you heard the alarm that your laundry was ready, but by the time you reached the laundry room, your clothes were already gone. What...?

"Niki?" You called out, then hearing him call out to you from another room. You found him in his bedroom, holding your freshly cleaned clothes, a smirk settled on his face.

"Looking for these?" He teased.

You rolled your eyes. "Really, Niki? Very funny, now give them back and I'll get going."

"Who says I want you to go?"

"Well, that's not up to you." Niki raised his brows, almost challenging you, but you wouldn't put up with it. You stormed over to him and just before you were about to grab your clothes out of his hands, he lifted them above his head, smiling in amusement as you were too short to reach. "God, you're such an asshole. No wonder nobody likes you." You seethed, pushing his chest when he wouldn't let up.

"You think I care who does or doesn't like me? I couldn't give less of a shit, especially an immature person like you. But as you were washing my car, I got an idea. It's not enough for you to just taking responsibility for your actions, I need to personally teach you a lesson in humility. And I have just the way to teach you." You flinched when Niki pulled you to him by your hips, his grip firm but gentle. "I've always noticed, how well your clothes grip your form, now wearing one of my robes...I wonder how you look underneath?" You couldn't help but clench around nothing as he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, briefly licking his bottom lip before surging forward and kissing you harshly.

You quickly pulled away, slapping him hard and winding back to do it again, but he caught your wrist. It seemed the slap only spurred him on further, capturing your lips in a searing kiss once more, discarding your clothes onto his bed and using his now free hands to hold onto your hips tightly, all the while you continued to struggle against his advances.

Niki grunted in pain as you bite into his bottom lip, your teeth breaking the sensitive flesh enough to draw blood. He brought his hand up to inspect the damage and you feared you hammered the final nail in your coffin as he looked back at you with a dark lustful stare as he looked at the droplets of blood on his thumb. You whined as Niki forcefully shoved his blood covered thumb into your mouth, making you clean it off and swallow it. "Just as good as the taste of cum, wouldn't you say?" Niki asked, chuckling as you tried to retort with his thumb still in your mouth. "Maybe I should keep you just like this? Gagged so you can't run your big mouth."

You furrowed your brows in anger, pissed off to the nth degree. You didn't even hesitate as you lifted up your foot to ram it down painfully on Niki's foot, him yelping at the dull pain. "You're not gonna make this easy on me, are you? That's okay, I like a challenge. I've never had proper training on how to break wild mares, but I'm a fast learner."

"Did you really just compare me to a fuckin' horse?" You scowled, his grasp on you still surprisingly tight even after your continuous assaults. In your mind, you absolutely hated Niki, you were determined to make him suffer for being such a pretentious prick. But your pussy was telling you something else, considering you were sopping wet and constantly clenching and aching for some sort of friction against your core, you decided that trying to make him work for it might be fun.

You cried out as he pushed you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the hard surface slightly, making you a little dizzy; a harsh slap to your face immediately followed by a sloppy open-mouthed kiss made your head spin, and you felt you couldn't get your bearings anymore as he threw you on the bed. "Let go of me, you sadist!" You yelled angrily, spitting in his face as he tore off your robe, your core aching incredibly as he dominated you effortlessly.

"You vicious little whore!" Niki shouted, making you yelp as he smacked your naked thigh in anger, undoing his belt with one hand while the other pushed you down onto the mattress. Removing the rest of his clothes, Niki hovered above you, pinning your wrists with one hand and forcing your legs apart with the other, lined himself up with your entrance, and pushed inside you without warning or preparation. The painful stretch satisfying that ache in your core, but causing white hot anger to spread through your body. "Fuck, if I had known how amazing your cunt feels, I would've taken you already." He spoke as his lips stretched out along his overbite to form a dark grin.

You managed to get one of your hands free, reaching up and scratching his rat like face, your own evil grin forming when Niki groaned and red marks formed along his face. "Oh, I'm the sadist, huh?" Niki snapped, taking his belt and flipping you around, using it to mark the skin of your ass. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp as he whipped the leather across your fatty flesh, but the pleasurable pain forced you into submission. But, you then tried to kick at him as soon as he started to tie your hands behind your back with his belt, struggling like an animal being captured. "This'll go easier if you just stop fighting." Niki panted, lining himself up with your entrance once more before thrusting into you roughly.

"Fuck-!" You yelled, his cock brushing up against all the right places as he kept up a steady rhythm.

Keeping a hand on your bound wrists, Niki's other hand traveled its way to keep a firm grip on your jaw. He pulled away with a shout as he felt your teeth sink into his skin, leaving bloody indents. "You feral bitch." Niki grabbed the first thing he saw, your previously discarded undergarments in the pile of your clothes and shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to shut up from the makeshift gag. "That's it, take it like a good girl." Niki panted, gripping your throat tightly and pulling you up against his chest as he kept up a fast pace, an orgasm already bubbling up in your body against your will.

"You close already, Schlampe? Damn, and here I thought you were disgusted at the sight of me?" He chuckled, removing the fabric from your mouth so he could hear your desperate moans more clearly.

"You do disgust me!" You groaned, trying not to stutter as he kept hitting that special spot inside you.

"How sweet." He chuckled breathlessly. "Come for me, feral slut." Niki rubbed vigorous circles on your swollen clit while constantly slamming into you, making you jolt every time from the force of his thrusts. You tried to hold on, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but god, it felt so fucking good. "Is your hatred for me stronger than your desire to come, kleine maus?"

You couldn't take it anymore.

Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, you let out a deep guttural groan as your climax washed over you, so loud that it strained your vocal cords. But then, it just wouldn't fucking stop. It felt like your orgasm would never end. Soon, your groans turned into high pitched squeals as you rode out the last of your breathtaking release, it gushing out of you and dripping onto Niki's expensive sheets. You were so out of it that you didn't even realize what was happening until you felt the tip of his cockhead brushing against your lips.

"Open." He ordered, and you had no strength left to keep up your bratty act. Opening your mouth and catching his release obediently like a good little pet, even swiping your tongue across your upper lip to collect a drop that missed your mouth, sucking on his tip for a few seconds before he finally pulled away with a content sigh. You didn't resist as he moved to sit behind you, gently pulling you onto him so that your back lay on his chest, your sweaty bodies sticking together.

"When's the last time you came that hard?" Niki asked with a smug smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yesterday." You panted, still fucked out and limp in his arms, clearly contradicting yourself, then crying out as he slapped your overstimulated clit.

"Next time, maybe I should teach you a lesson on why you shouldn't lie, hm?"

"As if there'll be a next time." You snarked, whining loudly in frustration when Niki rubbed your clit in retaliation, holding you down against his body to keep you from squirming. "Please, Niki, I can't...it's too much." You begged, reaching down to grab his wrist.

"Fine. I'll give you a break. I am a man of mercy, after all." He talked like he was fricking Jesus or something, but then again, he probably thinks he's the god of racing. "But I'm not letting you leave just yet, I still have many more lessons to teach you."

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#rush #rush 2013 #niki lauda #niki lauda fanfiction #niki lauda imagine #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda smut #daniel brühl

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eine ratte und eine maus [niki lauda x fem!reader]

summary | ✏ after the accident people question niki and your marriage, putting doubts in niki’s mind. So you decide to settle everyone’s doubts once and for all

warnings | ✏ explicit language, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected sex (be safe for goodness sake, this is a fiction), breeding kink, fingering.

word count| ✏ 5.7k

a/n | ✏ so this is my first time writing ever, much less posting. I don’t know the rules and protocols, so once you guys read this if you feel this needs more warnings let me know what they are and I’ll be sure to add them. This hasn’t quite been proofread so excuse any mistakes I’m sorry I’ll try better. Also if you have any feedback for me, my ask is always open so send through and I will get back to you. Otherwise, do let me know what you thought about it and please be kind, I’m losing my mind worried about how this turned out. and last but definitely not least, a massive massive thank you to chris (@creme-bruhlee​) and caz (@cazzyimagines​) for giving this piece a read and calming my nerves. You guys have no idea how much it helped me and how much I truly appreciate you guys.

“What did your wife say when she saw your face?” the interviewer asked and Niki hesitated for a second. You were watching from the sideline, furious by the question asked however your eyes remained on your husband.

Niki kept his gaze down before replied stoically, “she said sweetie, you don’t need a face to drive. You just need a right foot.” And the crowd of reporters laughed at his witty replies but you saw right through his mascaraed. Back at the hospital, when you first saw Nicky without the bandages, it shook you a little seeing your handsome husband with melted face. But you had to hold yourself together, for what the physical and mental pain he must be going through is much greater. Throughout the time at the hospital up until the press conference, you were by his side physically, however remained distant emotionally, equally coming to terms with the incident and the aftermath.

You did not fall for the man for his looks, because if it is looks that you were after why would you fall for an “Austrian rat”. Niki was plenty handsome in your eyes, but it was the man himself in his entirety that you fell for. You fell for his wit, his unique charm, his intelligence, his drive and the luscious curls and the innocent asshole face was a welcoming addition. Now standing on the side and watching your man doubting your vows have made you realise that you may have been a little selfish in detaching yourself from him through the recovery process not taking into consideration what he must be going through.

Just as you saw right through Niki’s phony reply, so did the reporter who has asked the question, persisting for a more serious answer to which Niki replied with an aggressive, “Fuck you!” and stormed out of the press conference. As he brushed past you hastily, you tried to grab at his hand which he shook off and continued to storm out. As you felt Niki’s physical rejection, your stomach dropped and you came to realise what Niki had been feeling for the past weeks. So without paying any further attention to the reporters, you hurriedly followed your husband. With the fast, angry pace, Niki was storming away with, you had to build up a jog to catch up to him. 

Once you caught up to him, you reached out to grab his hand and stop him abruptly. “Hey, hey babe, what’s going on? Talk to me,” you said as you gently went to touch his cheek only for him to shrug you off and continue on his way out to the car not waiting for you. You follow behind slowly to the car, hoping to give him a little time to himself before you eventually reach the car.

Once you reach the car and get into the passenger seat, you make sure to not to reach out to him absentmindedly, however slowly turning your head to the side to run your eyes over his beautiful yet frowned face, anger clearly written across it. The drive back to your home was eerily quiet and what should’ve been an awfully short drive, felt dragged out by the silence. Throughout the evening, you tried to approach him, but felt intimidated by his cold demeanour. It was not that you thought he would be violent towards you, because goddammit that man loves you very much and you know it too. You were more so worried that he wouldn’t feel your affection to him was genuine but rather an act of obligation after his earlier outburst.

That night, as Niki went to bed you followed suit, stripping to your underwear, getting ready for bed. Your action took Niki by surprise, as while sleeping in your underwear was normal, you had been avoiding doing it since Niki’s accident. And once again, while to Niki it seemed like you were withdrawing yourself from him, you had been doing it unconsciously, to give him space throughout his recovery period. But you’ve come to realise that all that may have been too much of detachment for Niki to handle.

Although Niki was taken by surprise, which he covered up very well, he switched the lights off and proceeded to bed without directly acknowledging you. Feeling slightly dejected by the lack of reaction, you called out to him in the dark, “Hey Niki? Can we talk?” and with just a hum from him in response, you sat yourself down on the bed and slightly pulling the blanket to cover your blank legs, sitting up with your legs crossed.

Niki was laying on his side facing away from you, and you leaned down on his shoulder, resting your chin on his upper arm and placing a soft kiss on his t-shirt covered arm. Niki hummed again before responding with a grunt, “Y/N what is it?”

Your continued to rest your head in silence for a little longer before speaking up again, “You do know that the reporter was full of bullshit right? You do know that I love you. Right?”

At this Niki shrugged you off a little and continued to lay on his side. But you weren’t having it any longer. You were not going to take his silent treatment a second longer. You gently pulled at his shoulder to turn him so that he was now laying on his back. You put one of your leg over his waist so that you were straddling his waist. You leaned down to look into his eyes, your both hands cupping each of his cheeks and forehead leaning against his. The room was barely illuminated by the moonlight which managed to enter the room through the slightly pulled back curtains, and your eyes had adapted to the minimal light. And even within that little illumination, you could make out Niki’s bright brown eyes which opened, feeling the sudden closeness from you.

“Y/N what are you doing? What is this?” Niki managed to get out before you completely levelled your face to his, placing a chaste kiss, still testing how Niki reacts. And as you pull away, Niki lifts his head faintly off the bed, trying to keep your lips connected a little longer, before sinking back down, eyes remaining closed.

You trace his bottom lip with your thumb before speaking up, “I’m sorry for the past few weeks. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” And as you said that, you bite at his bottom lips, giving it a little suck before letting go and saying, “I just wanted to give you some time for recovery, I did not for once think how you must’ve been feeling. Maybe I have been distant, it hurt to see you in pain throughout your recovery, and maybe it was a little selfish of me to withdraw like I did.”

 You kept your forehead against his after your little ramble, reaching out for his left hand, which was laying idle next to him. You dragged it, slightly brushing down your body, before guiding his fingers to lightly trace over your clothed core, which at this point was slightly wet. You see when you are with Niki, just the emotional connection was enough to arouse you, nothing overtly sexy didn’t quite need to occur. “You feel that my love?” you whisper against his ear as you give his earlobe a little bite. “This is what you do to me. Do you feel how wet I am for you? You really think what we have won’t last?” You move your hips, grinding lightly against his fingers before speaking up again, “I get like this just for you.” And with that, you crash your lips with his. You let go of his hand, which he keeps at your wet pussy and for the first time in a while, he takes initiative and moves his fingers slowly, tickling at your core, while you go to cup his face again.

 As the kiss heats up and you feel his length grow under you, you reach down to grab at the bottom of his pyjama top, gently pulling it up and over his head, careful to not nudge his still sensitive skin. Once his top was off, you start to go down instead of reattaching your lips with his. And within that split second, before you even get the chance to place a kiss on his chest like you intended to, he desperately calls out to you, “Maus come back” bringing one hand to grab lightly at your chin. It was a strange nickname to be calling your wife, mouse not exactly being a term of endearment, but it became your little thing, with everyone calling him a rat, you became his mouse.

 A smile breaks out on your face at hearing the nickname you haven’t heard in the longest before you look up at him. “I’m right here love, I’m not going anywhere,” you say as reassurance, giving his wrist a soft kiss then moving to give his nipple a light lick, looking up through your lashes to see his reaction. When you see his head lean back with his eyes closed and lips parted open slightly, and the hand which was once on your pussy now not as actively moving, you completely cover his nipple with your mouth giving it a suck as you let your hands roam gently down his body going to reach for his hardening cock. “Is that for me baby love?” and there is no definitive reply from him, only a slight grunt and that’s enough for you to keep going with your movements. You now move to his left nipple, giving it the same attention that now both his nipples are erect. Giving his now sensitive nipple a light bite, you trail soft kisses down his chest, down to his tummy, following the little stretch of hair on his lower tummy till you reach the waistband of his pyjama bottoms.

 Once there, you hook your fingers within the waistband before tugging it down, trailing your lips down his hips, thigh and legs as you are doing so. With his pants now completely off, you crawl back up to sit, straddling his waist, your back now facing him so that you can give your full attention to his semi hard cock. Wrapping your palm around the base of his length, you give the veined skin a kiss, licking up the length, letting your tongue feel the creases of his cock. At the tip, you let your tongue dip into the slit as much as you could, the going to wrapping your lips around the tip and giving it a light suck.

 You could sense Niki’s heavy breath behind you, as he reaches for your waist, grabbing your waist where it dips. You became aware of his anticipation with how hard he was grabbing onto your waist, so without teasing him any longer, you opened your mouth as wide as you could to accommodate his thick length, and brought your mouth down, taking in his entire length in one motion, gagging in the process. Niki was average on size with an impressive thickness, and despite being with him for quite some time now, you were still not used to his length down your throat. Niki loved that. Niki loved that even though you knew it was a struggle for you to take him in, you still tried, you gave it your best shot to make your man feel as good as you could make him feel. And when he feels the constriction of your throat, the top of your throat brushing against his length, it almost becomes too much for him to handle, so he just claws at your waist harder, which you know will be leaving a nasty bruise and pain for later as a reminder.

 With the harsh grip, you also became aware that he was edging to his climax, so you go a little further and start to bob your head up and down, taking him the best you can despite your struggle. With each move of your head, you feel him hit the back of your throat, drool know dripping from the corner of your mouth. When you feel his hips lifting off the bed to meet mirror the movement of your head, a tell-tale sign of him nearing his climax, you go to grab at his balls with your right hand, while holding yourself steady by grabbing onto his thighs with the other hand. Your squeeze at his balls while almost caressing them, coaxing him to a climax. With one last hard squeeze, and your head sinking down, and your hips pushed back further into his hands, you feel let go inside your mouth. You feel streams of warmth going down your throat, making you cough a little around his cock, but you stay out, taking his entire release in your mouth. Once you feel the shaking has died down, and he has had his release, you slowly lift your head, turn to face him, and gulp down whatever was in your mouth while keeping eye contact with him.

 At the site of your messy face, excess cum dripping down the side of your mouth, not trusting his voice, he reaches out with one of his palm towards you. You lean a little down into his palm so that it is now resting against your cheek. He wipes around your mouth, gathering the excess cum on his thumb and proceeding to slip his thumb in your mouth. You happily welcomed the thumb in your mouth, and with a little smile sucked his thumb clean and let it go with a pop.

 He moves his hand to behind your neck, pulling your head down to his level, letting the other hand rest at your bare waist. As soon as your lips are close, he leans up a little to capture your lips with an urgency, letting his head back down on the pillow, with your lips now completely melted with his, both caught up in a neediness, as if this was the first time either of you ever kissed another. To be fair, it had been a while time since either of you tasted each other’s lips. Niki immediately darts his tongue out and into your mouth, feeling you moan around his tongue as you slowly move your hips to grind on his stomach, wetting his skin with your arousal in the process.

 Niki lets his hand slip from your waist to the curvature of your back following the arch of your plump bottom, and letting it slip to the slit of your cunt from the back to feel your wetness for himself. He slips his middle finger into your warm centre, earning a grunt to escape your lips between the kiss. Niki pulls away slightly, lips still against yours, mumbling, “maus, sit on my face please. Let me taste you.”

 You smile at his need for you, happy that you were starting to see the same Niki he was before the accident, and the friction. However, you shake your head slightly, your nose squished with his. “No baby,” you whisper as if the non-verbal rejection wasn’t enough to deject his mood already, still awfully wary of how you feel about him post-accident. “It’s about you tonight meine ratte,” you coo against his lips as you bite down on his bottom lip and giving it a sharp suck into your mouth, sure to leave his already pink lips puffy and closer to rouge. “Let me love on you dove,” you continue with your reassuring whispers, letting your palm trace softly over his cheeks almost tickling him. “Please let me love on your beautiful cock,” you pleaded and as if to prove your need, you push yourself further down his torso, lifting your hips a little to sit back down on his cock which is now hard flush against his lower abdomen. You sit yourself down on the length of his shaft, your puffy, wet lips engulfing the underside of him. You continue to move your hips slowly, your clit getting sensitive from rubbing against the veined texture of his length. A low grunt escapes from you as you close your eyes from already growing pleasure, your head falling down on his forehead.

 “Open your eyes,” Niki speaks in a soft yet demanding voice, confidence creeping back in and wanting to see you pleasure yourself while pleasuring him. And once you open your eyes, you reach behind you with one hand, grabbing at the base of Niki’s cock, surprising him in the process. You lift yourself up once more, guiding the tip of his cock to your dripping entrance, very slowly sinking down. Feeling him stretch you after so long feels like the first time all over, so much so that your breath hitches as you try to sink further down to take more of him in you. As Niki is looking at you trying to take his length seeing the slight struggle in your face, getting hard for himself to contain himself feeling your tightness, he whispers to you words of encouragement, “You are doing so good lovie, already got me on edge.” He brushes your hair back with his finger, pulling you in for another tender kiss, and when you open your eyes as you kiss him, seeing him already looking at you with soft eyes, it is enough encouragement for you to let your hips sink down fully, letting out a loud groan against his mouth, your mouth gaping fully as you’re breathing heavily, face contorting in a pleasurable frown. Niki moves his lips to kiss and nip at your jaw to relax you as you hold yourself steady and let yourself adjust to him.

 Once you were a little more comfortable with him being completely inside you, you pushed yourself up, sitting down completely on his cock, taking back charge. You reach out to grab both his hands, bringing them to each of your naked chest, holding them flush against your aroused tits, nipples already hardening. You move your hips in circular motion, and whimper out “still doubt my love for you dove? Still think I couldn’t love you?” You give his hands a squeeze over his palms, urging him to play with your tits, “look how worked up you get me. Need you to be all over me. Can’t pleasure myself without you baby.” You start to lift yourself up and sink back down, and you can feel Niki playing with your tits all on his own. You let go of his hand, arching back a little from the growing pleasure as you continue to bounce yourself slowly on him. Niki starts to buck his hips under you as well and each times his thrust meets yours, your clit brushed  against the little stubble slightly above his cock, earning a groan from you. Niki completely mesmerised by how filthy you looked riding him, lewd noises escaping your lips he couldn’t control himself any more. He pinched your nipples, pulling you down by them, a pained yelp leaving your mouth from the assault on your already sensitive nipples.

 Niki kissed you deeply, engulfing your entire mouth with his as his hands traced down your back to your soft bottom, squeezing hard on them and guiding you on his length. He lifted his hand giving you a hard spank on your bottom, catching you completely by surprise, the vibration and the pain from the hit enough to draw out your first release of the night, him letting go of your mouth so that he could hear just how good he was making you feel.

 You rest your forehead against his, panting as you try to catch your breath. You look up at him with the softest most love filled eyes, enough to make all his doubts go away, if they weren’t already cleared out, and you whimpered out softly, “I didn’t make you cum,” almost disappointedly.

 “No, no lovie none of that. You know very well you did. And you know how much I love to see you come undone,” Niki scolded.

 You smiled a little at Niki’s words but was determined nevertheless to bring your man to another release. You move your lips towards his ear whispering, “We are not sleeping tonight until I feel you cum inside me. I’m going to need you to put a baby in me.” You gave his ear a bite then a slow lick. Pulling away, you see him take a little gulp, already feeling his hard cock stir a little inside you, causing you to smirk. “I can already feel you so hard in me baby.” You bring his hand to your lower abdomen, the slight outline of his cock can be felt as you keep bouncing on him. “Feel that baby? So big you make my tummy bulge. But I’m going to need you to make my tummy bulge in a different way baby. Can you do that?” You coax at him almost like you were trying to get a child to understand. You hook a leg around his waist, Niki getting the hint of what you are doing, so when you go to flip the both of you so that Niki is on top of you while still inside you, Niki lets you lead, but following through so that you don’t hurt yourself. And as soon as he is on top of you, he grinds his hips down with a hard and sharp thrust. “There you go dove, you know what you are doing,” you cooed with a moan. “Those reporters don’t know how good you make me feel do they my dove? Fuck me so good so that I can’t walk tomorrow. Mark me so that those little scheiße know who I belong to.” With each sentence you spoke, you knew you man was nearing his release.

 “Put a baby in me my love, so that I can never leave you.” And with that, he came undone, still moving his hips as he cums inside you. He reaches down between you two to play with your clit as his thrusts get lazy, the last of his rope shooting deep inside you. From the feeling of the warmth reaching the depths of your insides and him playing with your clit, it was enough to bring you to another orgasm as well. Just as Niki goes down to collapse next to you out of exhaustion, you don’t let him. Instead you pull him down onto you flush against your naked body as you wrap your arms completely around his waist, roaming your hand all over his back, scratching it lightly.

 However Niki is far too concerned about you. “Maus I’m crushing you,” he murmurs trying to hold his weight on his arms.

 “Shush dove. Just hold me please. It’s been so long,” You nuzzle into his shoulder, speaking into his shoulder, “I love you baby I love you so much.” You bite into his neck as a form of comfort. Aside from all the fear after the accident, you truly missed his presence for so long. “I’m really sorry dove. I would never want you to doubt us. I’ve never had any second thoughts.” Your voice comes out as a whimper.

 Now Niki is the one to comfort you. He slips off of you, but feeling you cling on to him, he brings you close to his chest as he lets his fingers going through you hair to calm you. “Lovie, come now. Any doubts I could’ve had, you washed it all away and you know that very well as I do.” He kisses the top of your head. With his words of comfort, you cuddle more into him as much as it was physically possible now, him holding you tight into his warmth and that’s how you both fall into slumber, comforting each other within each other’s embrace.

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The next morning, when Niki woke up to an empty bed and his heart skipped a little. But then he remembered the activities of the night before, which etched a small smile onto his lips before he got up to put on a pair of pants before heading out to find which corner of the room his frau was hiding at.

It did not take him long to find you, with the household smelling like food you were preparing for breakfast. As he walks into the kitchen, the first thing his eyes land on is you in a shirt he was planning to wear today to head to the tracks, facing away from him flipping the pancakes on the stove. He walks up to you quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist taking you by surprise. With you still getting used to things going back to normal, lean your head back to lean on his shoulder, “Good morning dove. How’d you sleep?”

Niki kisses on the side of your face before replying, “Like a baby. I see that you’ve stolen the shirt I was planning to wear today.”

You turn the stove off, and turn around to face him, putting your arms around his shoulder as Niki’s slips further down resting at the back of your thigh. “Well you didn’t tell me that now did you?” You reply with a little sass.

Niki only smiles at that sliding his hands up your inner thigh, stopping at your core when realising you wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “And you’ve got a little surprise for me I see?” Niki shifts you to the side of the kitchen bench, away from the hot stove, pushing you against the bench with one hand resting between you and the bench and the other from your front side, finding your core, slipping it inside with one swift motion. You lean into him, clawing at his shoulder as he curls up his fingers in you.

“Meine ratte, we have to leave soon, come on we don’t have enough time for this,” You try to get him to stop, but the shakiness in your voice betrays you.

“It wont be late until I get there, and I’m not leaving until I can love on meine maus.” Niki says as he speeds up his fingers.

You nuzzle further into his neck, biting at his neck as little mewls escape through your teeth. And as Niki adds more fingers, one by one, you are cumming around his fingers, your sharp nails sinking in the back of Niki’s neck. However, he does not complain, enjoying the feeling of your warmth around his fingers. He pulls his fingers out, having your head resting on his shoulder from slight exhaustion, he licks his fingers clean as you are looking up at him heaving.

 “Mmm. Lecker!” he speaks with a little humour as he leans down to give your lips a chaste kiss. “How are you holding up? Can you stand alone?” he says as he lets you go slowly, still keeping his hand out as a cautionary, like teaching a child to walk. He smiles to himself a little as he sees you steadying yourself. “Now go on maus, get ready. We have to leave soon.” And as you face away from him walking off with the slightest pep in your step, he gives you a smack on the bum to which you only giggle. As you are halfway through the kitchen he calls out, “and I need that shirt for today.” As a response to him you only unbutton and shrug of the shirt as you are now running up the stairs completely bare. Niki just shakes his head slightly with a chuckle, looking around the kitchen at the forgotten food and walking towards the shirt to pick it up and heading up to get ready himself.

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Niki has never been one for public display of affection and it was very apparent to not only everyone around him but also to the media. But that day, after you two grabbed a bite on the way where you two shared more kisses and giggles, and finally arrived at the tracks, the change in mood from the day before was very apparent on Niki’s face and actions. He has a constant arm around your waist as you leaned on his shoulder while your husband was his professional self interacting with the engineers and the mechanics ahead of the race. People while being professional talking to Niki, couldn’t help but steal glances at where Niki’s hand rested or how your head laid on his shoulder. Everyone quite taken aback by the entire situation.

 Before Niki got changed into his gear, the people around caught a glimpse of the large purple bruises, which looked quite painful to be honest on his neck, which however got covered up by the turtle necks he wore. However, after yesterday’s little outburst, people did not mess around with Niki even as banter today. While everything about the couple seemed out of the ordinary, no one questioned it. It was a welcoming change, whether the change was permanent or not was a different question all together.

 As race time nears, you give Niki a very gentle kiss on his forehead, whispering a good luck, letting his team members take him away to prepare him for the race. You walk slowly behind him to the pit as well, trying to not get between him and his team as the race today is very crucial for Niki to still stay in the running. The track may not be as dangerous as the Nürburgring, but this race being the first after the crash, you still worried about him. In fact the doctors also had advised against him racing so soon after the accident but you knew how much this meant to him. And you couldn’t stand in the way of him and his love for racing, so you swallowed your fear and let him go. You did not voice you fear and anxiety to him as his own worries were already eating at him so all you needed to do was support him.

 Throughout the race you were kept on your toes. Staying with the team and listening to the commentator to keep up with what’s happening in the tracks. “A terrible start for the Austrian. It’s perhaps too soon for him to be racing again.” You hear the commentator speak which does absolutely nothing to calm your worry.

 “Lauda’s off line. He runs wide onto the grass,” and as you hear that you heart drops, not being able to stand with the team, walking a little bit away to stand by yourself. Breathing to calm down. “He wrestles it back onto the track, but that was a bad moment for Niki. Niki Lauda’s the reigning world champion, but maybe in his current state, he’s a danger out there to himself and to the rest of the field.” And all you can really do is rest your palm over your mouth to hold your gasp with a permanent look of worry etched onto your face, praying to any and all god out there for your mann’s safety.

 “And Stuck has collided with Mario Andretti’s Lotus! Niki’s boxed in. He’s got nowhere to go.” Your heart starts to race, mind conjuring up the worst possible scenario that could occur next. And all you hear next is excited commotion in Italian from the foreign commentator, not understanding a word spoken and therefore still not knowing of your mann’s status. The commentators however soon start to speak of Niki’s progress, informing you of Niki’s safety. One by one, Niki starts passing the other cars, and the once sceptic commentators and everyone in fact, were now cheering on for Niki’s progress. The cheers helped to wipe the worry from your face and started to paint a smile across your lips.

 You couldn’t help but clap once, waiting in anticipation as you hear Niki pass few more cars. “Lauda closing on Carlos Reutemann, the man called in to be his replacement in the Ferrari team.” And when you hear that you knew Niki would be happy. He wasn’t the jealous type, but he had a point to prove. Point being he was the better driver than anyone else Ferrari could hire, and by crossing Reutemann he proved just that, making you proud of your mann.

 As you hear Niki crossing James Hunt who was stuck on the side of the track, you couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. And while the no one quite pays attention to the man crossing the finish line first at the track in Monza, there is loud cheers and everyone is off their seats across the track celebrating the man who miraculously came fourth. You ratte. “Lauda! Lauda! Lauda!” you hear the commentator speak and all you can see is people crowding on to the track covering Niki’s car. Eagers fans helping Niki out of the car and carrying him on their shoulder, make shifting a crowd surf for him. You looked on at him with pride, your inside feeling with happiness seeing a genuine smile on his face.

 He is enjoying basking in the glory for a while before he ends up making eye contact with you. And as he is put down onto his feet, you throw all your composure out the window, running towards him with all the speed you could gather, jumping onto him, almost taking him down with you, however he gains balance just in time. You wrap is arms around his shoulder and your legs around his waist while you face is tucked away by his ear whispering repeatedly, “You did it, you did it my dove.”

 Pulling your face away you cup his face with both your hand and land a big sloppy kiss on his lips. Something much too scandalous and unexpected of Niki. So much so that the cameras instantly start flashing in both your direction. None of you giving a damn, much too engrossed by each other. And maybe it is not common knowledge that Niki does not wear his wedding ring, never has since his marriage. But at that moment, as his left hand slides up to hold the back of your neck, you feel the cold metal against you, making you smile into the kiss. And with all the photos being taken of the couple, and the sun’s reflection on the ring making it very prominent, photographic evidence will remain of the first time Niki adorned his finger with the ring. And whatever doubt any one had of the Ratte and the Maus, never dared questioning the Laudas again.

a/n pt.2| ✏ @mypoisonedvine​ @nsfwsebbie​ @sinner-as-saint​ @bruhlsbees​  @rumblelibrary​ hiya guys so I am tagging you guys as well because I adore all your writings, admire you guys so much, have been following you guys for a while from my personal acc. And would absolutely love if you could give this piece a read and maybe let me know how it is. Any and all feedback is highly welcome and very much appreciated. Hope you guys like it.

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[babybluebex]

could you maybe share some of your nsfw niki lauda headcanons? because i just watched rush and holy SHIT my pussy was not ready for that. like, niki’s my #1 crush right now. i look at that motherfucker and my eyes turn into cartoon hearts.

i've previously written a nsfw alphabet for niki, but he does deserve to be expanded upon 😭i think i'm gonna do this for post-wreck niki, because he deserves some lovin too

i think, naturally, he's nervous about sex following his wreck

not only is he concerned with if he's attractive to you anymore, but i feel like he's nervous that his body will give out on him

he just doesn't know his physical limits anymore

his heart beats a little fast even just kissing you

visiting him in the hospital and placing a soft kiss on his dry lips, and he's trying to grab at you to keep you right with him

(not that you would have left him anyway)

but the first sex-type thing you two do following the wreck is like

it's late at the hospital and you should probably be heading home for the night, and he touches your cheek and kisses you

and you settle yourself on an empty edge of the bed and lightly touch his cheek and kiss him back

you don't want to touch his burns, not because you don't like them but because you're afraid of hurting him

eventually your soft touches reach below his thin blankets and into his pajama pants, and he breaks the kiss to whisper in your ear

"at least my dick got away fine"

you slowly stroke him, watching his face nervously as he visibly relaxes for the first time in weeks

his hands touch your shoulders, your hips, your side as you jack him off, and, when his hips start to buck a little bit, he gives a tiny grunt

"fuck... forget my hips are fucked up"

you shush him and lay a gentle kiss on the bandages on his forehead, and you assure him that everything will be right soon

his belly quivers quickly after that, and he's almost a little relieved when he feels his balls tighten and he cums

he gives a heavy sigh and leans his head back, and he's breathing heavily like he ran a marathon, and, with your free hand, you gently wipe some sweat off of his brow

"you know" he starts, pulling your hand up from his waist and helping you wipe it clean "the skin graft on my forehead i'm getting next week... sweat won't get in my eyes anymore"

"lucky me" and you kiss his mouth again

but you can't lie, not to niki or to anybody else: the sight of his burns and injuries is jarring

he's not any less attractive, it's just different

he tries to bed you the exact moment he comes home, but he moves a little slower than before and with more hesitancy

you tell him that maybe waiting until he's used to home again is a good idea, and he agrees, although he's still being a lil scamp about it

he'll squeeze and smack your ass when you walk by him, and he'll tug you close to him and kiss you

you can't sit in his lap anymore, at least not right now, because his thigh is still healing from the skin graft

but he's always touching you somehow

hand in your back pocket, holding your hand, touching your shoulder

finally, after about a month of recovery, niki corners you while you're cleaning up dinner one night

he traps you against the counter with his body and cages you in with his arms, and you smile because a little bit of his playfulness is returning

"can i help you?" you giggle and sling your arms around his shoulders

"i think..." he begins and kisses you carefully "i'd like to make love to you, mrs lauda"

"i think i'd enjoy that" and you kiss him again

his breath hitches and he mumbles "can we do it here? i-i don't think i can hold myself up for long enough, m'not strong enough for that yet..."

you agree and kiss him, and he takes his nice time undressing you and letting your clothes fall to the floor before he carefully turns you around and bends you over the counter

he kisses your neck as he undresses himself, and he jacks himself off until he's fully hard, and then he spits into his palm and preps himself before pressing the hot head of his cock to your soaked pussy

when he pushes into you, you gasp and grab at his hand, because it feels like the first time

it's the same but it's distinctly different, and niki can feel it too

he's touching his forehead to your neck and huffing out moans as he fucks you, and he holds your waist

he's moving slower than he would have before the wreck, and you lace your hands with his and push back with every thrust, helping him

"nik..." you mumble "i wanna see your face"

"no you don't" he says on an exhale and kisses your shoulders "you don't want to, i'll all—"

"baby i've seen your burns, i change your bandages every day. you are every bit as handsome as you were before... or did you miss how wet i was when you pulled off my panties? i want you niki, no matter when or where. for better or for worse, right?"

he carefully pulls out and turns you around and sets you on the counter, and you can see his brow furrowed as he starts to fuck you again

this time, it seems like he's a little more confident, maybe because you've told him that you still think he's handsome, maybe the angle is better on his hips

but he's going a little faster, and he reaches between you and rubs your clit until you're grabbing at his broad back and whimpering "niki! niki, i'm cumming, i'm cumming!"

you whimper out a request for him to cum inside you and he does, and he holds you tight around the waist as you whimper and heave out breaths to calm down

but he's got you and he's not gonna let you go

after this much-needed boost to his ego, he's trying to get in your pants all the time

it's almost like nothing has changed, niki is as horny as ever

he'll kiss you nice and soft in the mornings and try to instigate something and like 8/10 times, you're going to oblige him

he likes to eat you out and he'll do that most often

(i've said it before and i'll say it again: this man eats pussy like a champ)

it requires the least amount of exertion for him, and he's happy to please you

he'll kiss your cunt and lick hot, wet stripes up your leaking slit, and he'll suck at your clit and bite at it

and he's not gonna stop until you're writhing in his grip and whimpering incoherently

he likes to overstim you too, he'll lick your clit until your pussy is throbbing and you're trying to crawl away from him a little, but his thumb on your hip soothes you

basically, once you show him that he's still very capable of pleasing you and that you aren't disgusted with him, he's pretty much right back to normal niki

he's never back to exactly what he used to be, he can't fuck you for as long or as hard as he used to, but this new niki is better in your opinion

basically niki fucks no matter what 😵‍💫

#bex answers #anon #request #niki lauda #niki lauda smut #niki lauda x reader #rush 2013 #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl x reader

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Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Masterlist

70s Formula 1, Rush (2013)

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18+ explicit chapters are labeled with **

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Series Summary: You're a Formula One photographer in the golden age of the sport. Amidst all of the glamour, you find yourself attracted to one of the best drivers on the grid, Niki Lauda. The media portray him as a coldhearted bastard, although you see him as something more. Niki can't deny his own attraction to you, and it isn't long before the two of you are embarking on a controversial romance in the heart of the glamour, chaos, and danger of 70s F1.

more tags under the cut

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Characters: Niki Lauda, Reader, Clay Regazzoni, Heinz Prueller, James Hunt (Formula 1 RPF), Luca di Montezemelo, Ronnie Peterson (Formula 1 RPF), Emerson Fittipaldi, and more eventually

Tags: Formula 1, Formula One, 1970s, Action & Romance, Slow Burn, Awkward Flirting, First Dates, Marlene doesn't exist in this AU, Journalism, Photography, Fast Cars, Eventual Smut, so many driver cameos, Racing, taking artistic liberty with Heinz's character, Niki is cute and shy, reader is too, But it gets better I promise

Warnings: Cursing, Eventual Smut, slowwww burn!!

#niki lauda #niki lauda fanfiction #daniel brühl #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #formula 1 rpf #classic f1

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• 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 || 𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ↠ NSFW

warnings  ↠  swearing, bratiness, nsfw activites, s e x, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids) niki being a bit rough

word count  ↠  8,045 (i know right?)

synopsis  ↠  after being caught in a restricted area during a race by niki lauda, he intends to make your life a living hell

                                                                                                                                your body flops onto the couch of your fathers study, your father who despite clicking away on his typewriter, still manages to look up at you and scrunch his face up at the sight of what you'd chosen to wear. even if he didn't say anything, you could tell by the look on his face that your clothing of choice was the reason. 

looking up at the ceiling of your fathers study, delicate patterns painted into the white surface, providing a rather beautiful picture for you to stare at as you waited for her father to finally finish whatever work he was doing; eager to get on to the activities your family had planned. with little to no warning last night, your mother had poked her head into your room to let you know that you were being dragged along with your father and mother to the races tomorrow, the formula three out in london to be precise. being given little to no choice as to whether or not you'd be accompanying them, you thought it only fair you ignite your own small personal resistance by making sure to wear an outfit you know your father and mother would detest to no end. a lovely minidress, with earthy tones and patterns, accompanied with a dark brown of leather knee high boots, all topped with one of her most favorite fur coats. with an outfit like this, you knew your parents would be embarrassed to no end. they'd long given up on trying to control your behavior, quickly realizing that their daughter's continuous spouts of acting out were something they'd rather ignore than put effort into; a mindset that seemed to encourage you, while your parents only ignored you more.  you'd be lying if you said that races didn't bring you a sense of wicked anticipation; it wasn't the sport that excited you in of itself, but the people you would encounter. you knew you had little interest in watching cars speed around in a circle over 70 times, you did however, have a very keen interest in racers and the people they encountered.  it had not taken much longer of annoying your father before he caved and picked up his coat, eliciting an excited grin from his daughters face as you jumped up from the couch and practically skipped out to the car where your mother was already waiting for you both, applying powder to her face. perhaps in another world, a world where your parents weren't socialites who cared for nothing but the way they appeared to others, you wouldn't have been swept under the rug as the disappointment. maybe you would have gotten the attention you so craved as a child.  swept out of your own thoughts as the car's engine sprung to life, it was not long before you were driving out of the painfully long driveway of the estate and in the direction of the location of the formula three race track. - the moment you opened the car door and exited, you could hear the sound of conversations and laughter within the crowds, accompanied by the sound of drills and tools in the background, no doubt racers making any last minute adjustments to their cars before it was time to go out onto the track.  it hadn't taken long for your mother and father to begin mingling with friends of theirs, all while you stood on the sidelines, occasionally smiling politely and shaking hands of people who insisted they'd met you before at one of your parents many dinner parties, yet there were too many for you yourself to keep up with, especially when you normally spent them hulled up in your room desperately trying to escape any and all interactions.  it was drawing on and on, slowly driving you crazy, you hadn't even been able to go to your seat yet, purely because your father was constantly getting distracted by people he knew, that or business partners.  surprisingly enough, it was easier than you thought to slip away from your parents radar, simply taking a skillful hard left turn as they continued walking further into the crowd of people for them to converse with. a fate you were more than happy to avoid. looking around, you adjusted the brown tinted sunglasses hanging on your nose bridge, pushing them slightly further down so that you could scope out the area you'd managed to find yourself in. to be fair, you hadn't exactly known where you were going when you took that sudden left turn, only that you wanted to disappear from your parents view, a goal you had succeeded in, only to be set with another. find out where exactly you'd ended up.  continuing further, you very quickly realized you'd turned directly into the racers area, hearing the sound of drills and tools in the distance, as well as the occasional chatter as men walked past you, offering no investigation as to who you were and why you were in this area. this didn't exactly surprise you, seeing as it was nowhere near abnormal for racers to gain a plethora of groupies. walking around all of the trailers, you couldn't help but peer your head around to stare at the cars within, your curiosity getting the better of you.  it didn't take much longer before your snooping led you to a particularly interesting sight, a beautiful red formula vee, an expensive one at that. whoever it was who owned this machine most certainly did not spare any expense when it came to upgrades.  reaching your hand forward, you hesitated, taking a moment to look left and right, ensuring that there was nobody around before you threw all caution to the wind, biting back a borderline shit eating grin before leaning forward to run your fingertips on the cars smooth surface.  though expensive, you had to admire it, it was indeed a beautiful car, very well looked after. every gear was polished to perfection, it was clean as a whistle and every part of it was up to date; whoever owned this car wasn't just well off, they knew about what made a good working car. you were prepared to have the question of the cars owner remain one that was unanswered, you should have gone back sooner, even if your parents most certainly weren't missing you, the race was bound to start soon.  "would you mind telling me what you're doing?" you never truly understood the phrase 'scared half to death' until now, feeling your heart jump to life, beating rapidly as you spun around to see the culprit to your near heart attack.  quickly trying to gain your composure, you reached a hand to pull some of the hair that fell forward out of your face, steadying yourself and raising your eyebrows in some poor attempt to appear cool and collected despite the fact that the smirk this stranger wore most certainly met that he knew he had scared you and found it amusing.  already drawn in by the appeal of the challenge her was proposing, you tilted your head and only mirrored his smirk; letting your head turn back down to the car, only just now noticing the name written on the middle in white writing. "niki lauda i'm guessing?"  his response was only to raise his eyebrows, tilting his head and raising his arms out to gesture to himself in a way before crossing them promptly, only returning to the vaguely unimpressed look he was first wearing. you couldn't stand that look, it reminded you far too much of your father. "i can't imagine how you could have guessed."  sarcasm dripped from his voice, along with an accent you couldn't quite pinpoint, you knew it was german, but you were unable to guess exactly where in germany. you wanted to pretend you were surprised that the person with one of the most well looked after cars was in fact german, yet you just couldn't.  the fact that you'd been near his car without his permission or knowledge was definitely the main reason he seemed annoyed by your presence, however, it probably didn't help that you only let out a small chuckle and shrugged your shoulders, only seeming to antagonize him more. letting out a sigh, you took a moment to push your sunglasses back in front of your eyes, looking out back in the direction you came from before back at lauda, smirking and turning around without another word, making sure you made a show of flipping your hair back around.  "where do you think you're going?" his tone didn't so much give off the vibes of authority, it was more of an actual question, as if he were in disbelief that after being caught red handed touching his car, you would just walk off.  not bothering to turn around, your grin remained unseen by lauda as you held your hand up in a wave. "i'm going to watch the race." you said it as if it were a fact he was too ignorant to be aware of, stating it as if it were the obvious all in an attempt to annoy him more.  "good luck out there!" you called, disappearing back around the corner before he could even have time to make up some smart comment.  your quest to annoy lauda had very much succeeded, probably more so than expected as he shook his head watching you leave. and yet, the one other thing you'd done without even meaning to, was peak lauda's curiousity. - it wasn't difficult to find your parents again, they had finally made their way to their seats, and despite the amount of time you'd spent away, they didn't even seem to acknowledge you as you sat down beside them, eager to watch the race, which was only now beginning to get underway.  you hadn't meant to, yet you found yourself looking out for that same red formula vee that you knew was lauda's. some weird interest you'd found in the man, especially the way he'd reacted to the way in you more than purposefully had been annoying him previously.  it hadn't been much longer before the race had officially started; with a wave of the checkered flag, the cars were immediately off, speeding around with sharp sounds invading your ears each time they passed you and your family.  by the time the fifth lap had gone by, you were well and truly bored. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your saving grace, your packet of marlborough cigarettes; opening said packet and pulling one out to place it between your lips, reaching into your pocket to search for the lighter you were almost certain you'd placed in your pocket earlier. to your surprise, it was strangely absent from your pocket, only producing an annoyed sigh as you rolled your eyes.  without a word, you reached for your fathers pocket, who either didn't notice you pulling out his lighter, or simply refused to acknowledge you; either way, you didn't complain as you finally lit up your cigarette, sucking in the ashy taste and holding it within your mouth as you pulled the cylinder away from your lips, blowing the smoke out in a small cloud in front of you which soon drifted off. -  despite a major incident involving spinning cars and a few very close calls, you'd managed to sit through the rest of the race without any other distractions.  you hoped that your wish of good luck to lauda was not the cause for him spinning out of control and ultimately losing to james hunt, yet you could never be too sure; though you hated to admit that the thought brought a chuckle out of you.  even though you'd had fun teasing lauda, you were more than grateful that the race was finally over and that people were beginning to leave, meaning that hopefully soon, you would be as well.  once again you found yourself standing behind your parents, taking little care to be subtle with your boredom, openly sighing and tapping your boot against the gravel in the hopes that this would speed them up; though this proved to be futile and frankly, you should have known better seeing as they had become impressively adept at ignoring your presence.  the noise of their conversation seemed to slowly fade into nothing but muffled sounds in the background as you crossed your arms and looked around, taking the moment to begin people watching, even noticing as james hunt celebrated his win, briefly passing by just as him and his group popped open a bottle of champagne.  as much as you saw the lifestyle racers seem to lead as a novelty, the accident that occurred today only reminded how dangerous of a sport it really was, men choosing to put their lives on the line for the sake of peoples entertainment? it was hard not to admire them, there was no arguing that they were good at what they did.  you definitely didn't regret not seeing said accident produce any gruesome results; you'd only ever heard what had happened to racers in the past, men that were considered lucky to make it out with crippling injuries, because surely that was better than losing your own life right? that was a point that could be argued profusely; was the loss of quality of life really better the loss of a life all together? while you would have been happy to continue this solo conversation of ethics and virtues of life in your own head, you were ripped out of your own thoughts by the sound of your father once again noticing somebody he knew, yet this time, you could very proudly say it was somebody you yourself also knew, albeit you'd only known him for around three hours.  "niki lauda! look at you! still going strong after a spin!" 

your first instinct was to immediately turn your head sideways, hoping that he wouldn’t notice it was you, a feeble attempt to be honest, now you were suddenly finding reason to regret wearing such an eye catching outfit.

you could only just see out of the corner of your eye as lauda greeted your father fondly with a handshake, so far not looking over to you much to your relief.

continuing to watch as he also greeted your mother, any and all hopes of getting away from this without greeting lauda was squashed the moment your father gripped your upper arm, yanking you forward to come face to face with lauda.

“have you met my daughter, lauda?” 

finally looking back ahead slowly, your eyes, covered by sunglasses thankfully, made facing lauda only slightly less intimidating. 

in a moment of silence, the look on lauda’s face gave away the fact that he re’d recognized you instantly, the slight smirk on his face only you were able to catch as he looked at you as if to say “caught you.” 

and yet, you had no idea why he suddenly looked back to your father, shaking his head and smiling. 

“i can’t say i have.” 

looking back at you, he leaned forward to grip your hand firmly, shaking it and stepping back as if you were poisonous to the touch. to be fair, you didn’t exactly blame him. 

it seemed you weren’t the only one itching to end the interaction between the two of you, you father quickly grabbing lauda’s attention once more with a satisified hum, beginning to walk alongside lauda.

“you should come to my estate tonight for a drink, celebrate your close call eh?” 

even you had to cringe at your fathers poor excuse to invite lauda over, you doubted he was feelign particularly good after that loss, yet any excuse for your father to mingle with those that could held him climb the social ladder.

once again trying your best to tune out the conversation as you walked behind them, your hearing still managed to pick up the result of your father pestering lauda despite his first three kind refusals. 

with a sigh, seeming to actually put an effort into hiding his distaste with your fathers attitude, lauda offered a thin lipped smile. 

“i suppose there’s no refusing this, is there.” 

with an outright lack of awareness to lauda’s tone and even the way he was already treating this invitation like a chore, your father grinned and patted lauda on the back firmly with a laugh. 

“no there is not my boy.” 

as desperate as lauda seemed to get away from the conversation, he still took a moment to turn around, offering you and your mother an awkward smile, only to turn his attention briefly towards you and only you.

the look on his face couldn’t be described as anything but smug as he offered you a polite nod before walking off in the other direction without another word, leaving you standing there in an almost stunned state. 

only to be taken out of said state as your father ordered you to get back in the car so that you could head back and be certain that the estate and ensure that i was prepared for lauda’s arrival. 

-

as much as you’d protested against your father and begged your mother to let you just stay in your room for the rest of the night, you ultimately failed.

not even trying to hide the sour look on your face as you stood beside your mother at the entrance of your large home, you watched as the gate was opened for lauda’s car, which came running into the driveway slightly faster than you thought was reasonable. 

you would have been content for the incident with the car to be and you and niki lauda’s interactions, if you had known you would be forced to sit in his company with your parents, you most definitely would not have been so snarky about touching his car. especially not walking off without a word. 

no doubt firm on keeping their image at least slightly reasonable, your previous outfit had quickly been abandoned, instead being forced to change into a simple mini dress with black stockings and shoes. a painfully simple outfit. and an uncomfortable one at that. 

this was made clear by the way that you were constantly shifting in the dress, attempting to roll your shoulders and cringing when the fabric allowed little to no movement. this was only responded to by your mother scolding you under her breath as lauda exited his car. 

no longer in his baby blue racing suit you’d seen him in up to this point, he had abandoned it for a smart looking button up shirt and blazer, paired with jeans and dress shoes.

it was admittedly an odd sight, not just for lauda, but in general it was an odd sight seeing racers in normal clothes compared to the suits they so often wore. 

watching as your father greeted lauda enthusiastically, then your mother, you could hardly hide the fake nature of your smile as you once again extended your hand to lauda without a word. 

in some odd way, lauda seemed to be amused with your nature towards him. after all, he knew full well that he’d well and truly caught you out. now it was the two of you playing a waiting game to see who was going to break first.

-

the drink that your father mentioned passed by smoothly enough, all four of you in your fathers study as lauda and your father sipped at scotch and spoke about a multitude of boring topics that you couldn’t bother to engage yourself apart from the occasional hum of acknowledgment when your father briefly included your opinion into the conversation.

choosing instead to actively depart yourself from their presence, you pretended to be enthralled in a book as you sat across from lauda, a large coffee table separating the couches you sat on.

every now and then, your curiosity would gain the upper hand as you found your eyes flashing upwards to try and catch a not so sneaky glance at lauda.

every single time without failure, lauda’s eyes were on you, staring you down as if you were a deer in headlights. 

his stare was similar to the feeling you got when sitting in front of a fire for a little bit too long, uncomfortable and making you feel far too warm. it was as piercing as the rest of his personality was. 

you had thought yourself to be a tough person, you’d gotten in scuffles with other kids as a child in school, and you’d been the type to graze your knees and get up as if it were nothing; but niki’s stare glaring upon you constantly eventually proved to be too much for even you to handle. 

finally unable to take it any longer, you stood up without a word, seemingly alerting niki as you could see his eyes widen slightly before maintaining his poker face. 

your parents were also visibly surprised as your mother jumped softly, placing a hand daintily over her heart as your father turned away from niki to look at you, a brief warning expression lacing his features, as if to say

 “don’t you dare ruin this for us.” 

you seemed to almost relieve him with your next question, not being able to bring yourself to look over at niki as you held your arms firmly to your sides.

“may i be please be excused, i’m tired.”

the warning previously on your father shifted into an odd look of surprise as his brows furrowed; you had no doubt this was due to the fact that not only did you ask something politely, but that your tone had no inch of sarcasm whatsoever.

the shock seemed to take his voice away as he only nodded, watching as you turned and began to walk out of the study. 

“don’t be rude, aren’t you going to say goodnight to our guest?” 

you wouldn’t be surprised if the way you tensed up at the sound of your fathers words was visible to all in the room; this was confirmed even more so when you turned slowly and saw niki’s expression as he still sat on the couch smirking once more.

only nodding your head, you took a few steps and held out your hand awkwardly for him to shake. 

“goodnight, mr lauda.” 

the stiffness of your voice only made the interaction more awkward as you stood there waiting for him to shake your hand.

you were unable to see your parents in the corner of your eye, but you held little doubt that they were cringing as if at any moment your real personality was going to jump out and ruin any chances they had of getting into lauda’s good books and they would have lost an influential friend. 

rather, they, your mother especially were shocked, yourself included when rather than simply shake your hand, niki gripped it softly, bringing it towards his lips to kiss the back of your hand softly, his eyes never leaving your own. 

you were unsure if this was his odd version of rubbing it in, or he simply wanted to embarrass you in front of your parents as he pulled his lips away, running his thumb along your knuckles slowly as he smirked up at you.

though anybody not aware of your current little game (if you could even call it that) would perceive it as a friendly smile of niki’s part.

“please, call me niki.”

you could strangle him right in that moment, god you wanted to, wipe that stupid little smirk off of his face if your parents were not watching your every move.

as soon as you felt his grip loosen, you were unable to stop yourself from ripping your hand from his own. god his hands were warm.

“goodnight.. niki..” 

you hadn’t meant for your voice to shake, but it still did, and it annoyed you to end as his smirk only widened at this.  you'd be lying if you said that the moment you turned you hadn't looked like you were practically running away. even as if walked down the hall and up the stairs towards your bedroom, you could hear your father apologizing profusely for your rudeness, only to hear niki brushing it off politely.  -  that had happened a week ago, and as much as you wished you could say that was the last you'd seen of niki lauda for a long while; that was hardly the case. in fact, it was the polar opposite.  you couldn't tell whether or not he was doing it to annoy you or because he actually enjoyed the company of your father, but if you weren't aware enough of your fathers skill when it came to hosting guests, you would have actually been dumb enough to say that it was indeed the latter. it was in fact painfully obvious to you that lauda's continued appearances within your household as a guest of your father were done with nothing other than the intention to spite you.  though what was finally the cherry on top, what was starting to make you wonder if he actually did find genuine enjoyment in spending time with your parents or if he just really, really enjoyed making you suffer. he had invited your parents to a party to celebrate one his most recent wins which they had also dragged you along to come and watch. and of course, he made sure to extend the invitation to you. "should she wish to come along." he'd said, as if he didn't know that your parents were going to drag you along anyway.  it was for that reason now you were sitting in front of your vanity, trying not to cringe as your mother pulled and teased your hair, styling it into a small beehive, seemingly at the request of your father, no doubt wanting all of you to look your very best, considering this was yet another chance to mingle and make new, rich friends.  sat in a mini dress with long bell sleeves, its paisley patterns reminding you of so many other items in your wardrobe; all finely paired with a pair of brown platfrom knee high boots and a fur coat.  it was fucking uncomfortable. your feet were already hurting, and the length made you second guess how much of your ass could be seen every second and this hairstyle was going to be a bitch to take out later.  as much as you would have been more than happy to outwardly complain, you were simply too sick of it to even try. sick sick of your parents, sick of it all.  maybe tonight you could even do the mature thing and finally apologize to lauda; yet, you couldn't tell whether or not it was actually going to bring an end to lauda's games with you, he seemed to be enjoying it too much.  - after a vaguely long car ride, you finally arrived at what you quickly realized was lauda's house, you could already see people on the balcony chatting away and you could hear music playing from inside. exiting the car and shutting the door behind you, you quickly trotted to catch up with your parents who were already walking over the door by the time you'd gotten out; in the back of your mind, you gave a silent prayer that you'd be able to sneak away at some point and find your own space, hopefully even get a chance to have a smoke if you found a quiet enough corner.  opening the door and heading inside, your parents were instantly enthralled with the music and sheer amount of people in lauda's house, all nursing champagne and chatting away; already you could tell they couldn't wait to join. keeping your eyes peeled for lauda, it didn't take long for your parents to lose you in the crowd; you would have laughed if it didn't happen so often, and you couldn't exactly say you minded anyway. it only took another minute or so of moving through people to find the balcony you had seen upon exiting the car. making a beeline for it, you stepped out and enjoyed the slightly fresher air, breathing a sigh of relief as you were no longer squished in between groups of people to such an intense degree.  reaching for your packet of cigarettes and taking one out to place in between your lips, you had only just begun to reach for your new lighter when you had to cut your relief short. "that's quite a sour face to wear at a party, no?" you didn't even hide the disappointment on your face as you turned to face lauda, rolling your eyes. you were well past hiding your distaste for him. now you'd had more than enough time to realize it was very much your own fault, you'd given him a reason to annoy you when you'd not only leaned on his car and then given him an attitude, but had you known that wasn't the only time you'd see him, you would have at least been nicer about it. noticing your expression, he placed a hand over his heart mockingly and let out a hurt sound. "if looks could kill."  his smirk was ever present, digging into your nerves like nails against a chalkboard as you placed your hands in your pockets, not saying anything as you kept your cigarette placed between your lips, hoping that just maybe, you'd have a break from him, obviously a stupid hope.  only raising his hand, you quickly noticed the lighter in his hand, ignited and placed at the end of your cigarette. out of reflex, you inhaled, reaching up to place the paper cylinder between your fingers and pulling it away from your lips, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. it wasn't until you took a slightly closer look at the lighter that you realised. your lighter. he had your lighter, the one you'd lost the first time you met.  you wanted to mentally slap a hand on your forehead then and there, of course you'd left it, only for him to find.  holding out your hand expectantly, he pulled it away before you could grasp your lighter, going so far as to mock you as if you were a child with a small "ah ah ah"  painfully reminded of your time in school as a small child, you huffed and rolled your eyes, reaching for it once more only for it to be pulled from your gasp once more.  "come now, you know the magic word, yes? you learn this in school, little girl?"  his mocking toned was worsened as he leaned down slightly to talk to your at your level, only resulting in you placing a hand on your hip an glaring up at him.  this look only worsened his stupid grin as he raised his eyes brows, waiting for you to say said magic word.  putting on your best sarcastic smile, you made your voice as annoying as you could possibly muster, shaking your head as you spoke. "please?" you extended it slightly, as if you were a child asking for their toy back. and as laced with sarcasm as it was, he still responded with a loud "wunderbar!" raising his arms up slightly as if he were celebrating. finally handing you your lighter, you snatched at it, placing it back in your pocket and reaching up to take another inhale of your cigarette as you glared up at him. shaking his head, lauda's gaze paired with that signature smirk stared down at you as he looked at you almost in an odd sort of admiration. "you're a real brat, you know this?"  you most definitely couldn't lie, that was not the first time you'd been given that title; countless times actually, school teachers, your parents, relatives, even ex partners. it was now your turn to wear a smirk as you raised your eyebrows, raising your hands up in defense.  "i can't lie." you spoke, tilting your head and shrugging your shoulders. your response, for the first time, seemed to catch lauda off guard, possibly expecting you to have defended yourself rather than embrace the title. "maybe i like being a brat, lauda."  you narrowed your eyes, proud of yourself for finally seeming to put a chip in this mans ego. his eyes only narrowed in return, his face taking on a new expression that couldn't quite be place as you took another drag of your cigarette, really nailing in your point hard as you blew the smoke right in his face with no hesitation and a smirk as you placed your thumb between your teeth, grinning. "how many times have i told you to call me niki?" his tone was darker this time, more authority slipping against his words. you wanted to blame being caught up in the moment or finally being able to break this mans cocky exterior, but something about the tone of his voice and the way he spoke to you, it produced butterflies within your stomach that you tried with all of your might to ignore.  tilting your head, you took a step forward to ensure he would hear you over the music as you lowered your voice, leaning in slightly. "or what?"  even if somebody were unable to hear your expression, they'd be able to hear the smile in your voice. shifting your weight from foot to foot, you kept eye contact with niki as you leaned back, his eyes not leaving yours for one moment, narrowed at you, making you think for a solid moment of two that he was genuinely angry at you.  without any sort of warning or sign, lauda's hand lurched forward, gripping your wrist, not so tightly that it hurt, but most certainly enough to get your attention as he pulled you towards him, so close that your chests were touching as he looked down at you.  "watch that tone with me."  his growling voice was most certainly affecting you as he seemed to recognize that the both of you were getting very invested in whatever the fuck dynamic you had created.  as invested as he was, in an odd way, you could still see in his eyes he was watching for any signs of making you uncomfortable, almost as if he was telling you he'd stop the moment you were uncomfortable.  "and if i dont? are you going to bend me over your knee?" you leaned in slightly as you teased him, so much so that you bet he could smell the smoke on your breath as neither of you broke eye contact. whether it was the image of you bent over his knee or the fact that you had only continued to tease him you didn't know; what you did know however, was that that was the last straw for him as he kept his grip on your wrist.  wasting no time leading you back inside, barely giving you time to flick your cigarette off of his balcony before you were weaving through crowds of people, almost tripping over your own platform boots as you were led wherever he was planning on taking you.  obviously knowing his own house like the back of his hand, it didn't take long for the two of you to arrive where you were heading. his bedroom. quickly opening the door and shoving you in lightly, he shut it behind him, not even hiding the slam as he turned to face you, his eyes still dark as you stood there, still smirking and biting your lip.  "wasn't sure whether or not i'd be able to get a rise out of you, glad i know no-" your words were cut up by him quickly walking towards you and gripping your chin with his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together slightly as he other hand gripped your wrist once more.  "you've been nothing but a little brat since the moment i met you, it seems to me you must like pissing me off. is that it? you like knowing how much you make my cock hard when you prance around in those little skirts and give me backchat?" his tone alone was already enough to only widen your grin, but the things he was saying were adding to the butterflies in your stomach. determined not to give up your attitude just yet, you let go of any and all control you'd been holding onto, reaching forward to clamp your hand onto his thigh, dangerously close to where you could already see an outline forming. his only response to your touch was a sharp intake as his eyes closed momentarily, only to snap back open as he shoved you backwards, briefly scaring you before you fell back onto his bed. looking up at him as he stood above you, his legs touching your knees, you could see how his chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took. his eyes raked over your body, observing every part of where your dress rode up, and then back up to meet your gaze, only to begin undoing the statement buckle on his belt, once again watching you for any signs of being uncomfortable as he continued. only widening your smirk, he seemed to get the message as he completely discarded the belt on his rug floor.  as he began to fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans, he leaned forward to land on his knees on the bed, above you and staring you down. "as much i'd love to play with you until your crying and screaming my name, i need to bury myself in that pretty little pussy of yours." his voice was breathy as he leaned forward, using his knee to push your legs apart, your mini skirt already riding up enough for him to get a full view of your underwear.  you couldn't find it in yourself to say anything else, already convincing yourself that this was all some sick dream of yours and now you were going to wake up no longer able to look niki in the eye.  his lower half disappeared from your view as he finally put weight on top of you, through you could still hear the fabric of his jeans shifting as he settled in between your legs. even through the fabric separating the two of you, you both shivered when you felt your hips make contact, letting out shaky breaths as you looked up at him and he looked down at you.  as much as you expected him to take things at least slightly slow, he did the opposite, wasting no time as he moved your own fabric to the side, only sliding his tip along your entrance softly in order to brace yourself and give you another chance to stop him if you had changed your mind.  only placing a hand on his cheek and nodding quickly, did he respond with a similar nod before entering you quickly and with little no mercy.  you were unable to stop yourself from leaning for head back and crying out loudly, only for niki's hand to clasp over your mouth as he looked down at you. "i know the music is loud, but i need you to, oh sheibe-" he cut himself off by inhaling sharply, groaning softly and shutting his eyes as he began to move inside you, his hips rotating ever so slightly as they moved back and fourth, only resulting in you moaning into his hand. "i know the music is loud, but i need you to be quiet for me, can you do that?" his voice was so low it was almost coming out as a growl as he continued to thrust into you as he spoke, trying not to keep groaning in between his words as he shut his eyes tightly and cursed in german once more.  you couldn't like, he was a stretch for you, there was pain at first but it had quickly begun shifting into pleasure as he continued and you became more used to the way he felt inside you. you knew there was an element of time involved lest he be missed at his own party, god forbid one of the guests go looking for him especially seeing as you were almost certain that door hadn't been locked. continued to thrust, his hands found there way on your back as he rose to his knees, taking you with him and sitting you on his lap, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck for support as he effectively began to bounce you on his cock. the only thing you were able to do to stop your whimpers and moans from being heard was to bury your head in his neck, his head turning slightly to the side to bury itself in your hair.  beginning to help him out slightly by bouncing yourself on his lap, you felt your hips beginning to cramp and ache but brought yourself to ignore the pain as it was currently outweighed by the sheer amount of pleasure you felt as he fucked you.  growling into your hair, you felt his head move back so that he could begin leaving love bites on the parts of your neck that weren't covered by your dress; you couldn't even pay attention to the fact that you would have to walk back out into that party with love bites for all to see, your parents especially. part of you just hoped there would be no way to link them back to niki.  picking up speed, you began to bounce faster on niki's lap as he too began to go faster, feeling the muscles within your stomach starting to tighten as rationality left your body and adrenaline took over. in that moment, nothing felt more important than chasing your high, knowing it was only on the horizon.  it seemed niki was feeling the same way as he growled deeply, pulling his head away to look into your eyes as he gripped your hips and slammed them against his own with little to no mercy, caring little for the bruising that would no doubt be left over the next day.  it hadn't taken much more of this for you be a whimpering mess, feeling yourself tighten quickly around niki's cock, only to begin hearing the sloppy sounds of your wetness slapping while niki still continued to essentially jackhammer into you, still chasing his own high. as you began to come down from your orgasm, the sensitivity of niki still fucking you relentlessly had you whimpering and panting as you once again buried your head in his shoulder, trying to remain as quiet as you could, though this was proving to be a difficult task.  it wasn't long before you felt niki twitching from inside you, only to followed by the hot feeling of him cumming deeply inside you, his own deep and guttural moans releasing from his throat, cutting themselves off occasionally as he twitched and leaned his head back, his mouth hanging open as he shut his eyes.  collapsing backwards, niki fell on top of you, panting with his brown curly locks sticking to his forehead as he laid his head on your chest. post orgasm high, you both seemed to let reality hit you as you looked at each other, realizing you'd both been missing from the party for longer than you thought, exchanging no words apart from a few worried sounds of alertness as you scrambled off of one another, quickly righting yourselves.  it had only taken another two minutes or so to appear semi inconspicuous as you finally made your way back to his door, bracing yourselves before opening it and stepping out, only to see your parents walking towards you, quickly spotting you and calling your name. "where have you been? we've been looking for you everywhere, have you seen niki? he went missing an-" before you could even try to find a valid explanation, through they hadn't seemed very concerned for you and more so for niki's whereabouts, you felt niki walk up behind you, leaning against the door frame and greeting your parents. "she got lost." he began, placing a hand on your shoulder, cool as ever, as if minutes ago he hadn't just been fucking your brains out. "i was showing her photos from past races. lets get a drink, yes?" quickly deflecting from any questions they may have as to why you both just exited his bedroom, niki began to lead them to where they could get a drink, leaving you, shaking your head at the fact that they actually fucking bought that. - it was hours later that the party was actually beginning to wrap up, drunken people being led back to taxi's and niki saying goodbye to guests as the music had now stopped and there had been one to many neighbourly complaints.  you were unsure whether or not you should try to go and say goodbye to niki, post sex clarity was no proposing a very awkward question as to where the fuck that had left the two of you now; you weren't even afraid to admit that the idea of having any other interaction with niki from this point forward scared the fuck out of you.  one could argue that it was all spur of the moment, and you hadn't really had time to communicate whatsoever afterwards, distracted by the fact that you were scrambling to get your clothes back on. you weren't even sure yourself what you wanted it to be, it felt more like a situation of you didn't want to find out.  and yet, once again, your wishes were ignored by whatever higher power was controlling things, because as you were walking back to the car with your parents, still trying to make any sort of sense of what had transpired, you heard the voice behind you calling after your parents.  turning, you placed your hands in your pockets as you watched niki wish your parents a goodnight, letting your mother kiss him on the cheek as well as let your father give him a firm handshake as thanks occurred. he looked over at you only briefly, his eyes and expression next to unreadable as he quickly looked back at your parents, offering to walk them to their car.  turning around quickly, you began to walk quickly to the car, unfortunately slowed down by your boots as your parents soon overtook you, leaving you and niki almost side by side behind them.  though neither of you said anything, your eyes widened when you felt his hand fall on your lower back, then soon to your backside, giving it a squeeze that made you jump slightly, turning your head to look at him with an annoyed and wide eyed look, only to once again be met with that same fucking smirk.  as you finally caught up with your parents, they only turned as niki pulled his hand away, thankfully missing the fact that he'd done that as they thanked him for a good night. opening the car door, you were immediately met with a sharp look from your father.  "maybe you should say goodnight to niki, seeing as he was so generous as to extend the invitation to you." your father said slightly under his breath in a warning tone, only to turn back to niki. "sorry, she can be such a little brat sometimes." by the look on niki's face, you could see him holding in a smirk as he shook his head dismissively and waving his hand. "ah, its fine. i don't mind at all." he finished his sentence by wishing you a goodnight, only now extending the smirk to you as you stared back at him for a moment, slightly still in shock that your parents could be just that clueless.  "goodnight, niki." you finally said, wasting no time getting in your seat and shutting the door. 

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗸 || niki lauda x reader [pornstar au]

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you're just an up-and-comer, he's a star. he might have a bit of an ego, but he measures up to match his reputation.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: a bit over 10k (YEAH... let’s not worry about it)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (public sex [cause the film crew is watching ofc], a bit of pain kink, dacryphilia/crying during sex, oral sex m and f receiving, throatfucking, brief spanking, creampie, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, squirting), niki both being and having a massive dick, fake infidelity (nobody’s actually getting cheated on but they’re roleplaying it for the porno), housewife kink, a bit of innocence kink, some degradation and praise, safewording (but like everybody’s okay!), verrryy light choking (more just neck holding...), mentions of drug use, mention of blood, needlessly fluffy ending cause I’m the worst (including the L word [sadly not lesbians this time])

                     Word spreads fast in an industry like this, and it can make or break your career. 

You’d heard quite a few choice words about Niki Lauda.  He was never praised for his attitude, necessarily; apparently he wasn’t the easiest to work with, although for better reasons than most.  He was a bit of a perfectionist, and prioritized making a great film over anything else, perhaps even taking the comfort of his costars less seriously than he should.  But at least you respected the reasoning behind his stern reputation, and in his defense, comfort was hard to guarantee considering what he was packing.

Yes, there was a reason he was still working so consistently even when a few girls said he was an asshole.  One massive reason.  You’d seen his work before, and even when the logical part of you imagined how it probably hurt like a bitch to film with him, you couldn’t help but bite your lip whenever he took his cock out.

Not that you had any intentions to let him know that.  He already had plenty of ego to go around, it seemed.  “Big-headed in more ways than one,” that was what your friend had told you after working with him, and even if he sounded like a bit of an asshole, the idea of him being so controlling and intense sort of turned you on, too.  Once again, these were the thoughts that absolutely needed to stay secret now that you found out you were booked to work with him.

He couldn’t be that bad, right?  He was still a professional.  Your worst scene partner had been so off his ass on coke that he could barely get it up, and then promptly had a nosebleed which nobody noticed until there was blood all over your back— so he was definitely going to be better than that.

But other than that, you didn’t really know what to expect as you knocked on his trailer door, hearing a mumbled invitation from the inside and opening the door the step in.

He was laying back in a chair that looked incredibly comfortable, wearing a robe and staring down at a book which he seemed quite focused on considering he only looked up at you for a split second before getting back to it.

You cleared your throat and began.  “Mr. Lauda, I—”

“I’m reading,” he informed you sternly, turning the page of his book.

“Yes, I noticed,” you agreed nervously, and an awkward silence settled in the trailer— presumably, one that was much more awkward for you than for him.

Realizing that waiting for him to give you his full attention wasn’t going to go anywhere, you decided to just go on with what you’d prepared to say.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m looking forward to working with you,” you nodded, extending your hand for a shake.  He just glanced at your hand, then you, and exhaled sharply as he looked back to his book.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s going to be a great opportunity for you,” he replied coldly, and you awkwardly returned your hand to your side.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned.

He sighed and shut his book, finally standing up; and with him looking down at you, you suddenly felt even smaller.  “It means that they must be punishing me by putting us together,” he explained simply.  “I guess they think I haven’t earned a scene with a bigger star yet.”

You creased your brow together, crossing your arms.  “Well, I can’t say anyone’s ever been so disappointed to work with me before, believe it or not I have a lot of fans who consider it a coveted opportunity.”

“Hm, go fuck one of your fans then,” Niki offered sarcastically.  

“I’m not so surprised now that you don’t seem to make fans out of the girls you film with,” you rolled your eyes.  “Everyone says you’re an asshole.”

“Yes, I know, and they’re right.”

At least the two of you could agree on something.

“But I didn’t get this far by being likable, just fuckable,” he finished.

“Surprised you made it this far at all, with a face like that,” you scoffed.

“Camera’s never on my face, love,” he chuckled in reply, turning to his barcart to pour himself a glass of something.  “Scotch?”

“I don’t drink on the job,” you answered firmly.

“You’ll need something to loosen you up,” he explained.  “I mean literally.  They might give you a muscle relaxer just to take the edge off.”

You swallowed thickly when you fully processed what he was talking about.  “I’m not going to do the scene high.”

One eyebrow raised as he examined you, and though you felt a bit exposed to him (a feeling you needed to get used to, quickly) you felt like he was finally giving you some fraction of a chance.  “A bit of a purist, are we?”

“I just like to have my wits about me when I’m filming, that’s all.”

“Well, I’ll just have to fuck those wits out of you,” he decided with a smirk, making you glance away to avoid your face getting any warmer.  “I haven’t seen any of your work, considering you’re a bit of a nobody and all— are you the type to get all drooly and brainless near the end?”

You cleared your throat.  “Uh, not typically.”

“We can fix that,” he nodded, setting his glass down.  “You’re right, you won’t need the alcohol; I plan to get you cockdrunk regardless.”

“Well, best laid plans of mice and men,” you sneered, turning to leave.  “I’ll see you on set.”

He gave you a quick little wave as you exited quickly, shuddering once you shut the door behind you.  You’d expected the arrogant attitude (maybe not to that level, but still), yet the flirtation surprised you.  Is that what that was?  It didn’t read like a true come-on, like he actually expected something to happen, more just like he wanted to throw you off.  At least you felt pretty confident that you held your own, enough to prove you weren’t going to fawn all over him just because he was a bigger star than you.

Doing your best to shake off the less-than-friendly interaction (or maybe it was more-than-friendly…) you made your way to the set to start getting ready.

If Niki’s pre-scene ritual was reading and scotch, yours was yoga and meditation.  It helped you get more flexible, one, and shift your mindset before filming.  It kept the barrier between your true self and the version you played for the cameras.  Unfortunately, as you got more famous and demand increased, you found your meditation time getting cut into more and more often.

Case in point, a rap at your door made you jump right out of it, a man wearing a headset peeking into your dressing room as he looked down at a clipboard.

“Okay, Niki’s on set so we just need you to get down to costuming really quick,” the man— some kind of assistant, presumably— instructed.

“Costuming?”

“Yeah, they’ve got a whole plot they wanna do.  Director’s gonna come break it down to you both.”

Both— so you’d have to actually be together again before the scene started.  That was gonna suck.  And so was whatever “plot” they intended to insert: you got the immediate sense that your visit to costuming was going to end with you wearing something ridiculously stupid.  For some reason, you were anxious about being embarrassed in front of Niki, which was a rare feeling for you.

In reality, you didn’t think it was so bad once you saw it— a dress and heels, and not nearly as ugly as it could’ve been.  More… wholesome than you were expecting; more of a Sunday Best look, as opposed to Friday Night Worst as you expected.

You tried to ignore Niki nearby as the director explained the gameplan for the day.  “Concept’s simple,” he began, “lonely housewife, plumber—”

“Plumber?  Really?!” you instantly blurted out.

The director just shrugged.  “I didn’t write it.”

“I don’t think anyone exactly wrote it,” you rolled your eyes.  “A monkey pulling words out of a hat could come up with it.”

“Are you going to complain the whole day?” Niki interjected with a frown, making you turn to scowl at him, though you stopped to look away when you realized he was naked.  Although it was just a glimpse, you could tell that his cock was massive even just soft, and his body was not what you were used to in the best way: toned, but not ‘roided-out like a lot of other guys in this business were, and not shaved either which you preferred.

He laughed at your reaction, and you frowned with embarrassment again.  “You’re gonna have to get used to nudity, love.”

“God, I’m not that new,” you defended, “I just wasn’t expecting it…”

“Well, you should get naked, too,” the director interrupted, “so you can get dressed.  Oh, we should get you some pearls, too.”

You were surprised when the costumer handed you real pearls; perks of working with a star like Niki, even if he was a douchebag, included a much higher production budget.

Awkwardly, you shed your robe and put on the panties (you brought those, of course, you weren’t going to let a costumer put underwear on you) before shimmying into the dress.  Even though it wasn’t ugly, and it wasn’t physically uncomfortable, you did feel a bit odd in it.  You weren’t totally sure if you could pull off the lonely housewife role you’d been assigned last minute, even if you’d been hired in the beginning for your alleged ‘innocent face.’  As if the dress wasn’t squeaky-clean enough, they had you put an apron on as well.

You never got a chance to see what Niki was wearing, since you had to be pulled away for a makeup touch-up which he obviously did not.  This was different than what you were used to, too— a lot less smoky eye and a lot more baby pink lipstick.  It was like this day was determined to throw you off.

Dolled up to the nines and hoping to quiet the nerves sizzling in your stomach, you ended up on set getting ready to film while he was away somewhere else; after all, the scene called for him to enter through the door while you were already inside). 

“So, just vamp around the kitchen a little bit, you know, housewife stuff,” the director instructed.  “Wash a pot.  Niki will come in in a second.”

You tried not to worry about how ridiculous this all felt as you slipped on the yellow rubbery gloves.  At least this was the best money you’d ever made washing dishes.  Unused dishes, at that.

In the background you could hear crew calling out their various instructions— roll sound, take 1, all that jazz— but you did your best to focus only on yourself and quiet your nerves about the man who would knock on the door at any moment.

You almost jumped when he did, despite expecting it.  You turned the sink off and slipped off your gloves (relieved immensely when no one stopped you to say you should keep them on), walking to the door as your heels echoed on the linoleum.

The door was unlocked, probably an unrealistic detail, so you only had to turn the knob to open it and find Niki dressed like a mechanic— and you instantly burst into a fit of laughter.

Niki scowled and the energy in the room flipped completely as the silent crew started talking again, the director calling to cut and everyone else preparing to reset.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you choked out between laughs that shook your chest, “he just— he looks so fucking stupid!”

“This is incredibly unprofessional,” Niki reminded you, face getting a bit red.  Maybe you were proving him right about working with a relative newbie, but it was worth it.

“What’s with the bandana in his pocket?” you called out to the costumer just off-set.  “They did tell you it’s a straight film, right?”

After you managed to fight off the giggles, after Niki had been escorted away for a last-minute costume redesign, and after you took the time to apologize to the director for ruining the first take (who was surprisingly understanding— apparently Niki had gotten on his nerves already, too), you began again.

Another clean pot getting washed for no reason, another knock at the door, but this time your breath caught in your throat.

Apparently the costumer took your advice to heart, as well as going out of her way to personally attack you.  His jeans were almost too tight but in exactly the right way, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and just a couple buttons were undone to expose his toned chest and the hair that covered some of it.  He looked like a visage of masculinity, staring you down like he walked straight out of an old western that would show on TV at 2 a.m., and you hoped that if you couldn’t hide the look on your face from him then you could at least hide it from the camera.

“Is your husband home?” he asked, his voice a little deeper than you remembered it, his accent a bit more suppressed.  You missed it, to be totally honest.

“Uh, no, sir,” you mumbled, barely managing to remember what you were supposed to say.  “But we really need these pipes fixed.”

“Well, if you don’t mind, could I come inside?”

The double entendre was a bit heavy-handed but you just stepped back and let him pass you, shutting the door behind him.  He knelt down on the floor and opened the cabinet under the sink, turning on a flashlight and looking at it with a thoughtful nod.  You just sort of… stood there, not sure how long this part was supposed to go on for, but thankfully he soon stood up, turning off the flashlight and kicking the cabinet shut with a sigh.

“I’m afraid this is going to cost you a bit more than I originally expected,” he informed you.  “At least three thousand dollars.”

Wow, all that from a ten-second glimpse with a flashlight.  No wonder this guy charges so much.  “Oh— I don’t think we can afford that,” you coughed.

“You’re not sure?” he noticed.

You shrugged, hoping you look effectively coy.  “He doesn’t let me handle the finances.”

“Well, doesn’t he let you buy something if you need it?”

“I should just wait until he gets home,” you decided.  “It’ll only be a few hours.”

“Hours?” he repeated, both irritated and intrigued— a solid performance, actually.  You wondered if he ever meant to be a serious actor, but ended up doing this.  It would sort of suit him to act all cocky and self-involved when really, deep down, he was disappointed at how his career had turned out.  “And you can’t pay me until he gets back?”

You shook your head.

“He keeps you on a short leash,” Niki noted.  “You could do better.”

“Well, I... I don’t want better,” you countered, backing into the counter as he stepped closer.  Your heart was racing; you could hear it in your ears.  Nobody else could hear it, right?  Could they tell?  Could he tell?  “I love my husband.”

“Good for you,” he replied, just a hint of mocking to his tone, “he’s a lucky guy.  Got you all cooped up alone at home, cooking and cleaning, too afraid to make any decision without him.  But you’ve gotta pay me to fix this or you’re gonna be a housewife with a flooded house.  And that’s gonna make him a lot angrier than writing me a check without permission will.”

You chewed your lip, ostensibly deciding what to do although you were actually buying time to try to stop thinking about the smell of his cologne— or was that just his skin, the warm, spicy smell that made the back of your neck tingle?  He was standing so close that you could hardly breathe without being overwhelmed by him.  “I’m sorry, but I can’t spend that much money without permission.”

You were waiting for him to say the obvious thing, the line you’d been dancing around for a few minutes now that everyone saw coming: you can pay me another way.  Sure, it’s cheesy, but it gets the job done and that’s what you were here to do, right?

But instead his finger trailed over your jaw, lifting your chin until you looked up at him.  This close, you wondered how you ever made fun of his face.  His eyes darted from yours to your lips and back, you kept waiting for the stupid fucking line but it never came, he just kissed you.

It wasn’t nearly as rough as it had every right to be, no, it was gentle and slow and you were gripping the counter behind you to try to keep your balance as your knees went weak.  His tongue was patient as it pressed forward to explore you, his lips softer than you expected and persistent in the way they pressed against yours.  You felt him step closer and press his body to yours, too, and you hummed against his kiss.

A pang of disappointment hit you right in the gut when he pulled away, moving to kiss your neck instead.  You’d never craved more of a kiss before, not like that.  “What else do you need his permission to do?” Niki asked roughly, hands gripping your waist.  “To speak, to think?  To feel good?  He probably makes you beg to come, right?” he presumed with a smirk.

You bit your lip and nodded.  “Y-yes, I’m supposed to ask permission before I come.”

“Well, never ask me for anything,” he demanded firmly, suddenly lifting you onto the counter as he started to tear your dress out of his way, pushing the skirt up to grab your thighs.  “I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking walk, and I don’t want you to ask first.”

“O-okay,” you weakly agreed, distracted by his tongue trailing down your body, teasing your nipples briefly on his way down to your panties— which were meant to come off easily, but it still made you whimper when he snapped them off like nothing.  

“Your husband doesn’t do this to you, does he?” he mumbled against your skin, and you were so lost in it that you sort of forgot entirely what he was talking about.

“Uh, what?” you breathed, before finally remembering it was all fake and you were pretending to be married.  “Oh— no, he doesn’t do that…”

It wasn’t all fake, though.  The arousal gathering between your legs was certainly real.

He licked and sucked up your open thighs until they started to shake, the strong grip of his hands becoming the only thing holding them steady.

When his lips latched onto your swollen clit, your head swung back and hit the cabinets behind you— not hard enough to hurt, of course, but it made a sound loud enough that you felt Niki smirk against your sex.  “Oh, god,” you moaned loudly, and you were playing it up a lot less than you usually did.  His tongue pushed inside you and you had to close your eyes to make sure you weren’t going to go cross-eyed or something.

“Can’t believe your husband never got a taste of this,” Niki groaned as he took a break to bite your thigh until you helped.  “Waste of a delicious fucking pussy.”

He ate you out fast and fervently, the way most everyone did while filming— and normally you didn’t enjoy it much because there wasn’t enough warm-up to make it feel very good, but just the foreplay of your fake conversation with him had put you on edge and now you felt your first orgasm coming on faster than ever.  Your legs wrapped around his shoulders and your heels dug into his back when you curled your toes; you kept one hand gripping the counter beneath you while the other weaved into his mop of curly hair, tugging on it a bit harder than you meant to though he seemed unfazed.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” you blurted out suddenly, and you caught the way Niki looked up at you— it was genuine surprise.  Pleasant, but genuine; he didn’t expect you to come so fast, but he knew it was real from the way your cunt was pulsing against his mouth.  In his defense, you didn’t expect it either.  He kept going until you silently tapped out by giving two tugs on his hair: he pulled back right away and stood up again to pull you off of the counter.

You considered yourself pretty lucky that he knew exactly what that gesture meant, since it was an unspoken, unofficial code and not something you’d ever discussed with him.  Of course, if he hadn’t you would’ve just told him to stop, but that would’ve killed the momentum a bit.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed as soon as you were on your feet again; and you dropped faster than maybe you ever had before, on or off the clock.  “Good girl.  You know what to do, don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded as you reached up to his belt; your clit was throbbing still from how hard you’d come before, and more arousal gathered to replace what his mouth had washed away.

As you opened his belt for him and tried to regulate your breathing as you pulled his trousers down, his half-hard cock slowly came into view.  You had to pull the pants nearly all the way down his thighs before the length of it was exposed entirely, bouncing forward slightly when you freed the beast.

It was even more glorious in person, if significantly more intimidating.  Your walls clenched involuntarily at the sight of it, in equal parts arousal and terror.  You were worried about being able to fit it in your mouth, let alone anywhere else.

“Your husband isn’t this big, huh?” he grinned proudly. 

“No— fuck, um, no sir.”

“Ever been with anyone this big?”

“I… I’ve never been with anyone but my husband,” you mumbled awkwardly.

“Oh, you’re a good little wife,” he cooed, making a strange feeling warm your chest.  “Are you scared, love?”

The nickname he’d been calling you off-set caught you off-guard, and you blinked up at him as you bit your lip.  There was a darkness in his gaze as he looked back at you on your knees before him, and it made you shiver slightly.  “A little bit,” you admitted.  

He reached down to grab your jaw tightly, pushing your mouth open and shoving two fingers in right to the back of your throat, until you gagged helplessly.  “I think you’re gonna take it just fine, baby, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

The hand in your mouth pulled back to grab his cock and guide it to your mouth, sliding the thick head over your tongue as he got harder against it, before he finally let your jaw go and freed you to close your lips around him and suck.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, hissing through his teeth as he grabbed your hair— not too hard, just enough to guide you and make sure your face was totally visible.  “You can take it deeper, right?”

And now you had to suppress your own grin, because he said he hadn’t seen any of your films which meant he didn’t know what you were famous for.  Looking up at him through your lashes, you quickly sunk down until he was buried completely in your throat and your nose pressed against the patch of hair just above his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, and it seemed like a pretty genuine reaction considering the way his hand in your hair clenched slightly.  “Oh my god…”

You stayed that way as long as possible, until your throat started to tense up around him and you had to pull back to breathe.  When you were off of him he moaned out again, inspiring you to lick a long stripe up the base of him and start suckling on his head again.

The taste of his pre-cum coated the back of your throat, and it made your walls clench around nothing again.  They didn’t seem to care anymore that it would be a Herculean task to get him inside you.

You swallowed him down again, relaxing as best you could while he held your head and fucked your throat— not rough or anything, in fact you could tell that he was holding himself back, which you appreciated.  Your hand was wrapped around his ankle, just out of frame, and you squeezed him whenever you needed a break.  

“Shit, you really are a good little wife, hm?” he taunted at one point when you were looking up at him from under the shadow of his cock over your face; yes, it was longer than your face, he made a point to make that incredibly obvious.  You nodded and smiled, though your smile dropped when he pulled you up to your feet with a hand around your neck, suddenly kissing you hard and hungrily.

The fingers on your pulse tightened ever so slightly— not enough to choke you, just enough to remind you that he could.

He broke the kiss only as much as he needed to to speak roughly against your lips: “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Your eyes fluttered open and met his gaze, heavy and dark; you searched for the real Niki in them, not just the role, but you realised that you couldn’t actually tell the difference.

“Are you going to be gentle?” you asked softly.

“I haven’t decided yet,” he shrugged as he spun you around and bent you over the kitchen table.  What was left of your dress was instantly torn away and fell to the ground, leaving you in just the heels and pearls.  It was in stark contrast to him still being fully dressed, and while that was presumably the point, it made you shiver slightly despite the warmth of the studio.

Someone just off camera leaned in to hand Niki a bottle of lube, but he waved it away quickly, making you swallow fearfully.  He made sure to put his lips against your other ear, on the side of your face away from the camera, before he whispered to you.

“I know you’re wet enough,” he explained, smiling as you bit back a whimper.  “I know you can take it.”

You weren’t sure you knew that, though.  He pushed you down onto the table as he pressed his erection against your ass, starting to guide the head to tease your entrance.

He was relying on just your own arousal (and your spit on his cock, as well), and he wasn’t going to give you a few fingers to warm you up first.  This, you realised, was your punishment for laughing at him before.  This was his revenge on you and the company for making him work with a newbie.  He was going to break you.

But you weren’t going to stop him, either.

He was incredibly slow as he filled you, and fuck, it just kept going.  You thought it might never end.  Even the first few inches were challenging for his girth alone, but then it was deeper and deeper until you were moaning louder than you ever had from just the first stroke.  You’d never been stretched out like this, never been challenged quite this way, and your eyes were already rolling back in your head.

“Fuck,” you winced as he roughly shoved in the very last inch, slamming into the deepest parts of you.  

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, voice heavy with his own desire as he held your hips tight.

“S-so deep,” you barely managed to get out, hoping it was loud enough for the boom mic to pick up.  “I love it, oh my god— it feels so good…”

He savored the first few movements, slow and careful so he could examine every little reaction you gave.  But even with his careful pace, you still found yourself pushing back against him for more when he stopped moving.  

You heard him almost laugh, you couldn’t see his face but you could imagine his smug look, watching you do your best to get him as deep as possible even when he was pushing your body beyond its limits.  “Oh, Liebling,” you heard him mumble; you’d never heard him speak German before, did they usually edit it out?  Or did he usually just stick to English?  Regardless, the word and the way he said it sent a shiver up your spine.  “You want it so bad, huh?  Go ahead, fuck yourself on my cock.”

It was harder to suppress your whimpers when you had to focus on moving at the same time, starting to rock your own body against him and moan as you felt every detail of the friction against your channel.  It was impossible not to feel it all when he was this big; this was beyond filled to the brim, you were fucking overflowing.

“Please,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut, “please, fuck me.”

And that was when he stopped pulling his punches entirely, grabbing you and pulled your back against his chest before he began to mercilessly fuck you.  You all but screamed, legs quivering and hands struggling to find something to grab onto as he slammed forward over and over, so fast you started to get a bit dizzy in an oddly-pleasurable way.

“You’re gonna come again, huh?” he noticed darkly, kissing a line up your shoulder.  “You’re gonna soak my cock?”

“Yes!” you yelped.  “Yes, I-I’m close.”

“So sensitive,” he cooed, “I don’t think you’re used to coming this easily.  You’ll get used to it soon.”

It was more subtle than when he’d been eating you out on the counter, but just as intense— if not more, because every pulse of your walls made his cock feel that much more massive, and you could hear him moaning by your ear at the feeling of it.  Watching his movies hadn’t given you much of a chance to hear his moans before, since they always make the girl’s so much louder, but he sounded fucking heavenly with that deep, smooth voice of his mumbling praises only you could hear.  

“I thought you hated me,” he breathed, lips right against your ear.  “But you come for me so easily.”

You swallowed dryly, hoping no one else on set was catching any of this.  

“I haven’t seen your other work… but it’s not like this with anyone else, is it?  You’re not much of an actress, I know it’s all real with me.”

He was blatantly taunting you, and even though it made shame sting at the back of your throat, it kept you coming until you thought you might never stop.  It almost got to be too much, in fact, as your legs started to spasm and your hips grinded against his.

“You were acting so innocent before,” he remembered with a grin, speaking aloud for the cameras this time although you knew he was still talking to you— more than a scene partner usually was, that is.  “But look how you’re behaving now that I’ve put my cock in you.  Is that all it takes?  You’re fucking shameless, aren’t you?”

Not quite, but you nodded anyway.  Although tears had been welling in your eyes since he first filled you, you were really, properly sobbing now, shaking in his arms as he kissed and bit all over your neck.

“Does your husband fuck you this good, huh?  Does he fuck you until you cry?”

“No, just you,” you moaned, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his curls, pulling him deeper into the crook of your neck, “just you— oh my god, don’t stop, please!”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he promised.  “Your husband won’t want you anymore.  You certainly won’t want him, either, you’ll only ever want me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you choked, “yours— just yours, I swear.”

He leaned you forward and pulled your arms behind your back, holding them for leverage as he pounded into you.  Like this, the pearls on your neck swung wildly with each thrust, hitting your chest each time and making a little clacking sound as they bumped into each other.  Not that you could exactly pay attention to that with Niki constantly speaking to you in that rough, teasing voice.

“Your poor husband,” he sneered, “he’s got no idea how much of a whore his pretty little wife is.  But you don’t act like this for him, do you?  Just for me.”

“Yeah— I’m your whore,” you choked; you didn’t really mean to say it, it was just the first thing that came to mind at the time.  You decided not to overanalyze why that was.

“This pussy belongs to me now, doesn’t it?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you sighed.  

“You only want my cock,” he continued.

“Yeah, just yours— only want your big cock,” you slurred.

At that point it was less like coming multiple times and more like one big one that never seemed to fucking stop, like if he kept going something even more incredible was going to happen— you couldn’t imagine what, but you wanted to find out.

Of course, he had the stamina to take you there.

His hands roamed your body as he fucked you, taking the time to squeeze and play with your tits.  You whimpered every time he tweaked a hardened nipple, and moaned when he moved his hands down to give your ass a few hard spanks.

“You like it when I hit you?” he noticed, growling when you nodded.  “Little slut.  Choking on my cock, bending over the table for me… maybe if you were being spanked properly you wouldn’t behave this way.”

He gave you a few more, and you knew he was relishing the way your pussy tightened around him each time, but you couldn’t help it.  You wanted to say something back, keep up with him, but each time you opened your mouth you could only moan, louder and louder, hardly believing the sounds you were making as pleasure kept burning inside you.

Suddenly, you thought it might be too much— in the best way you’d ever experienced.  Suddenly, a deep pang of arousal hit right through your body, and you felt pressure build rapidly as your eyes shot open. 

“Baseball!” you blurted out, and everything came to a screeching halt.  Niki froze, not pulling out but not moving either, and the entire crew shot up to attention.

“Are you alright?” the director asked instantly.

“I’m— I think I’ll squirt,” you explained quickly, trying not to let yourself be embarrassed.

“Niki, stop,” the director instructed your costar firmly, who pulled out and stepped back as an assistant ran up to you.  You tried not to complain about the emptiness, though a little whine did come out under your breath.

“Can you— can you calm down, and stop it?” the assistant asked you awkwardly.  “It’s not what we’re filming for today.”

“I know!” you hissed, clenching your fists as you tried to focus on pushing the feeling away— but even with no one touching you, and completely empty, it wasn’t dying down at all.  You made the mistake of glancing at Niki, and the look he was giving you definitely didn’t help.  “Fuck, I’m sorry,” you looked at the director, “I’m gonna— I can’t help it.”

“Should we get a towel?” the assistant asked the director.

“No, we can work with this,” the director decided.

“But it’s not what we’re filming for,” the assistant reminded him as well.

“Consider it a happy accident, now get out of the way so we can film this before it’s too late— Niki, get her on her back.”

You could’ve probably done that yourself, but Niki flipped you over and laid you down quickly, forceful yet somehow gentle as well, and you stared up at him nervously as you heard the crew preparing themselves again.

“You’re trying not to come right now, aren’t you?” he realised, speaking to you quietly.  You could only nod, too afraid to stop biting your lip.  “You don’t usually squirt, do you?”  

You shook your head, and he smiled at you.

“What was that you said about keeping your wits about you?” he smirked.  

“Best laid plans,” you replied, tone a little stilted from the effort you were putting in to keeping yourself at bay, and he grinned before you both quickly got back into character with a call to start rolling again.

He slipped his cock into you and teased you with shallow strokes, not pushing all the way in— either it was mercy to help you keep it down a bit longer, or he was just making sure the camera could see when you inevitably squirted.  You were clenching down so tight that he looked like he was struggling to keep his pace, but it was the only way you were going to keep it together at this rate.

Of course, keeping it together went right out the window when he finally fucked you properly again and you promptly lost it, back arching and vision going white as a gush of wetness, and another, and one more coated your thighs and Niki’s cock, that little condescending chuckle of his ringing in your ears— though there was a little bit of pride in his tone, too, though you weren’t sure if it was in you or himself.

“Fuck,” he moaned, holding your hips and fucking you even faster until the table beneath you began to rock.  He didn’t even let you come down from your high, draping his body over yours and sucking on your tits for a moment since they were conveniently lifted by your position.  “I know your husband hasn’t made you do that.”

“Never— I’ve never done that,” you choked out between loud moans that nearly echoed around the set.  “Oh god, Niki, I can’t— I can’t take it!”

You didn’t even notice that you probably weren’t supposed to call him by name, since his new costume didn’t have the nametag on the chest like the last one.  But you’d already derailed this filming day once and you were much too out of it to give a fuck about doing it again.  “You’re gonna take it, love, I told you you’ll come for me until you can’t walk,” he promised sternly.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked, writhing so much he had to pin your shoulders down to keep going, pistoning into you rapidly. 

“Such a dirty little whore, making a mess on my cock like that,” he grinned down at you, but his words started to fade into the background as you attempted to cope with the onslaught of pleasure on your sensitive body.  However overstimulated you might be after one or two orgasms, it was ten times more intense after squirting.  Your whole body felt drained, yet you were still literally dripping wet, so much so that you could hear the sounds of it every time he moved inside you.  Up until you came you had started to adjust to his size, but now it felt like starting from scratch.  In fact, now you couldn’t even imagine how it ever fit in the first place.

Thankfully, before you started to get really concerned that your soul would actually leave your body because of this, he groaned out his warning: “I’m close, I’m gonna come.”

“I want it,” you whimpered through your delusional haze, “I want you to come.”

“Yeah, you wanna make me come, like a good little slut?” he pressed, thrusts already getting a bit more erratic.

“Yes!” you sobbed, your back arching dramatically again.

“Wouldn’t mind covering on that pretty face of yours,” he growled, “but I’d rather fill up this cunt so you never forget who it belongs to.”

“Oh fuck, come inside me,” you moaned, “please— I want it, so fucking bad…”

His moans got deeper and louder, his grip on your hips even tighter, and finally you felt his cock pulse as he filled you with his come.  It went on for a while, Niki hissing each breath and burying himself completely in you until every drop was in your pussy.  He looked pretty good with a thin layer of sweat on his face and chest, a few of his curls sticking to his forehead.  “Fuck,” you heard him whisper under his breath as he started to come down from the high, head falling back for a moment.  You hoped the camera had been looking at him, for once, and not at you watching him with your lip between your teeth.

And now came your least favorite part of the whole thing: keeping your legs spread wide as Niki pulled out, stepped back, and let a cameraman get extremely close and personal with you for a minute.  He came so deep inside you that it took a minute for the come to start dripping out, but sure enough you felt it starting to leak from your hole and run down until it was presumably getting on the floor.  There was actually quite a lot, and somebody was going to have to clean that, poor guy.  You tried to send some good vibes to whoever it would be instead of thinking about how it felt to have a total stranger (even more of a stranger than the man who’d just come inside you) filming you in a very tight close-up.

It was part of the job, you accepted that, but it was just terminally awkward and even for a pornstar, you still felt pretty exposed with a camera that close to your pussy.  Especially when it was presumably not looking its best after Niki beat the crap out of it.

Apparently the cameraman was satisfied with the footage he had when he stepped back, leaving room for Niki to reappear between your legs as he gently stroked your thighs, looking down at you in a way that could’ve almost been misconstrued as kind.

“M-my husband will be home soon,” you remembered to say, cutting through the silence.

“Then you should do your best to clean my come out of you,” he smiled.  “We wouldn’t want him to get angry.”

Even though the post-production process is much shorter for these sorts of films than others, it was still four months between that shoot day and the video coming out.  By then, you and Niki had been dating for almost three months and though it was still quite new, it was completely different from all your past relationships in the best possible ways.

For one, your job didn’t bother him.  Obviously.

And further, for all his brutal honesty and stern remarks, he could be oddly sensitive.  It was sometimes like he was an entirely different person when the two of you were alone, a much sweeter Niki than the rest of the world got to see.  That said, he doted on you equally in public and private, keeping you spoiled in his own little ways.

And, for being a couple of pornstars, the two of you actually didn’t have wild and crazy sex all the time.  It was a lot more gentle, intimate lovemaking than you’d anticipated, but you were certainly not disappointed.  Some nights you just held each other and it was almost as incredible.  “Almost” being the operative word in that sentence.

The second half of your payment came in the mail, and that was how you knew the video was released.  Thankfully you’d seen it coming, so you’d already invited Niki over to watch it.

“Are you nervous?” you asked with a smile as you sat down beside him on the couch, cuddling up under his arm.

“Not quite nervous, but I don’t know what to expect,” Niki admitted, “despite having been there at the time.”

“Yeah, it always looks totally different on camera,” you agreed.  You remembered everything about that day like it had only just happened, but you couldn’t be sure how much was left on the cutting room floor.

As soon as it started, you were thankful to hear no background music at all.  Sure, it might have made everything feel a bit empty, but it was better than the alternative.

“Hm, you look nice washing dishes,” Niki decided with a smirk.  

“Are you actually into the housewife thing?” you scoffed.

“Not generally, but you make it work,” he grinned.

You both watched as you (not current you, TV you) opened the door, Niki standing on the other side with that look on his face just as stoically perfect as you remembered.  “Oh, look how cute you are!” you beamed.

“Is that what was going through your head when you actually opened that door?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely not,” you snorted.

“That’s what I was thinking,” he admitted, and you felt all shy again.

“Really?”

“Yeah, the dress works for you,” he explained.  “Though I still prefer you in my shirts.”

Which was what you were wearing now, the poor guy was losing shirts to you faster than he could buy new ones, though he never seemed to take them back since he liked the look of you in them so much.

“Is your husband home?” on-screen Niki asked.

“I can’t say I enjoy watching myself act,” Niki cringed.  “This bodes poorly for watching myself have sex.”

“I’ve watched you have sex plenty of times, trust me, it’s worth seeing,” you assured.

The flirting was interesting to see from the camera’s objective perspective, and you definitely looked a lot less flustered than you felt.  Except, perhaps, when his finger trailed over your jaw and your eyes met his.  It was a moment too pure for something like this; wasted on the part of the video people were probably going to skip anyways.  But it didn’t really go to waste, did it?  Not when it led you to him.

“What else do you need his permission to do?  To think, to speak?  To feel good?” you heard Niki ask.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to say any of that,” you remembered.

He nodded in agreement.  “I didn’t plan to say any of it… I don’t usually improvise so much.”

“Pretty damn good improvising, you totally knocked my socks off,” you laughed.

“Is that an English expression I haven’t heard before, or did something actually happen to your socks?” he asked with a little frown.  You elected not to answer since you were pretty sure he was joking.

“I’m going to make you come until you can’t fucking walk.”

“I do remember someone helping you walk,” Niki interjected.  “But, you were in heels, so it’s sort of understandable.  I would’ve helped you myself, but they were already dragging me off somewhere to shower and such.”

“Wow, so chivalrous of you,” you hummed.

“Do you not think of me as a gentleman?” he asked, sounding a little offended.

“Well, in a way, you are,” you relented, “but you’re also… you know, an asshole.”

“Yes, but only to other people.”

You raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Okay, to you sometimes as well, but I think I’m getting nicer,” he compromised.

“Yeah, after a few months of dating you seem to be finally warming up to me,” you teased, poking him in the side as he smiled.

The distant shot of you sitting on the counter with your legs open and Niki’s curly head between your thighs actually looked pretty damn good, though it cut quickly to something a bit more close up and from the side so you could actually tell what Niki was doing better.  You could even see him giving you a surprised look when you told him you were coming.

“I’m still a little bit embarrassed that I came so fast,” you sighed.

“Well, you still come fast with me, so I hope you’re not still embarrassed about it.”

He wasn’t even trying to make fun of you for it, he just had this habit for casually calling you out like that.

“What do you mean, with me?” you interrogated.  “When have you seen me with anyone else?”

He cleared his throat, glancing away.  “I might have lied, when I said I wouldn’t watch your films.”

“Niki!” you yelped, shoving him slightly.

“It was only morbid curiosity… it didn’t make me jealous, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he defended, “because I can tell it’s fake.  It’s nothing like when we’re together.  It’s nothing like that!” he pointed to the screen in front of you.

“I know, obviously it’s fake,” you frowned, “but I stopped watching your stuff when we got together and now I feel left out.”

“You haven’t missed much,” he laughed.  “I can’t believe I ever complained that I wasn’t collaborating with enough ‘stars.’  They have no idea what they’re doing, they don’t care if it turns out good because they know people will watch either way, and the studio’s talking about putting me on something so I can keep it up.”

It was flattering, but you tried to ignore it.  “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t compare ourselves to each other’s scene partners.”

“We won’t because we can’t; there’s no comparison, I assure you.”

He watched you bite your lip as you tried to stifle your pride, but the compliment made warmth bloom in your chest as you leaned your head on his shoulder.  “You’re more romantic than you think, Niki.”

“I’m not romantic at all,” he promised.  “I’m only factually correct.  It’s just convenient that the truth is you’re so much more incredible to be with than any of the women at work.  Oh, and speaking of—”

He pointed to the screen again as you saw you were dropping to your knees in the video; “Good girl,” TV Niki hummed.

You smiled proudly as you watched yourself deepthroat him all the way to the base; not that you looked exactly gorgeous doing it, but it was still fun to see the feat.  Niki’s moans reverberated through the speakers, the video cutting quickly to a shot of him with his head fallen back although it definitely kept most of the attention on you.

“If you listen closely, you can actually hear the sound of me falling for you in that moment,” he joked.

“Ah, yes, that is a known side effect of the deepthroating,” you nodded thoughtfully.  

“You must have all your scene partners just as enamored with you as I am,” he realised, though he didn’t sound concerned since he knew you only wanted him.

“Probably not, but I do get a lot of congratulatory fist-bumps about it,” you shrugged.

And of course, it wasn’t too much longer of that before he was pulling you up and throwing you over the table preparing to fuck you.

“It’s funny,” you noticed, “they never show us using lube, but this time we actually didn’t, and no one will know the difference.”

“Except us,” he added.  “Maybe I was a little too cruel to you, to not use any and to tease you for it.  But I had my reasons.”

“Cruelty with reason, isn’t that your motto?”

“I don’t have a motto,” he decided.

“But if you did—”

“People don’t have mottos, that’s ridiculous,” he frowned.

Just as you started to complain, you heard your own moan from the TV as he pushed inside you, and you needed to watch that go down.

Unlike your ability to hide your shyness before, your pleasure was written on your face completely in this moment; you looked every bit as wrecked as you remembered feeling.  What you hadn’t been able to see at the time was his face, and the way he was looking at you… you would’ve lost it right there if you’d known he was staring you down with such a mix of emotions in his eyes.  

“You see now why I never want to fuck you from behind,” he noted, “because I want to see your face looking that perfect every time.”

It was true; he insisted on keeping you face up almost every time, he even wanted you to ride him occasionally even though you couldn’t get all of him in that way without actually breaking something.

You watched yourself start to rock back against him and your actual, current self loved the grin on his face as you did it— but it cut straight to him saying “You want it so bad, huh?”

“Aw, they edited out the German,” you frowned.  “I love when you call me Liebling.”

“I think you hear it enough each day that you don’t need it on tape,” he decided.  “I think they probably edited out you calling me by name later on, too, and we both know how it drives me wild when you say my name like that.”

You hummed as you remembered that; he made you say it all the time, both in the sense that he asked you to and that he did things that made it impossible for you to say anything else.

Continuing to watch the tape, you noticed how good you and Niki looked together; you thought your body had never looked so good as when his hands were on it, touching you anywhere he could reach.

A lot of things were different in that tape than they were when it really happened: for one, there was actually a transition shot of Niki turning you over from standing to laying on your back— you’d fixed that with some reshoots right after the scene ended, and with some editing magic it looked like it was all part of the same take.  

But one thing that definitely happened pretty much the same in both was you squirting; you admittedly cringed a bit at your own moans, having been too distracted at the time to really appreciate how loud and desperate they were.

“It looked even better in person,” he insisted.  “It took all my willpower not to come when you did.”

“I know your husband hasn’t made you do that,” Niki laughed proudly on-screen.

“Never, I’ve never done that before,” you answered with a gasp.

“I swear my heart must have stopped when I realised that you were being serious,” he remembered.  

“Well, you certainly didn’t stop fucking me,” you scoffed.  “I thought I was going to lose my mind when you kept fucking me after I squirted…”

“That was sort of the goal,” he admitted.  “You ended up going out with me a few weeks later, so it must have worked.”

The man had actually sent you flowers, and you had called around to make completely sure that this wasn’t his normal post-scene MO (even though it obviously wasn’t because it was fucking Niki).  You were a little hesitant, and a lot confused, but you agreed and the rest is history.  

“I’m close, I’m gonna come,” Niki warned through the speakers, and you noticed how different it sounded to when he was close in real life.  He didn’t tell you anymore, he didn’t need to, he just kissed you in that way that made it obvious and bit down on your neck or shoulder to compose himself as he filled you.  Which was why you always had to wear concealer on your body for shoots, to hide his bite marks.  You would never hide them if you had the choice.

You covered your face as the camera zoomed in close on your pussy leaking his come (the long pause required to get it to start coming out was conveniently edited out).

“Why aren’t you looking?” he laughed.

“It’s too close!” you whined.  “I don’t want to see it that up close!”

“I see it that up close all the time,” he grinned.  “You have a beautiful pussy— especially full of my come like it’s meant to be.  Makes me want to get a taste.”

He licked his lips playfully and your face got hot just from the memory of those times he ate you out after already coming inside you; it was just the right balance of intimate and filthy to make you impossibly flustered.

Thankfully the end of the video gave you an excuse to change the subject as you picked up the remote.

“I think it turned out pretty great!” you smiled at him after you turned the TV off.  

“Maybe you and I are slightly biased,” Niki mitigated.

“Sure, but fifty bucks says they’re gonna want another scene with us any minute now,” you winked, sitting up and swinging your leg over to straddle him as he looked up at you and held your waist gently.

“I’ll take that bet,” he smiled.

“But would you take the offer?  I mean, if they asked us to do another?”

“Of course,” he nodded.  “Wouldn’t you?”

You chewed your lip for a second as you thought about it.  “I think so.  But there’s something kinda weird about it.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, I know it’s sort of ridiculous since people see me have sex, and people see you have sex, and now people are probably somewhere around the world watching us have sex right now— but, when I think about how we are together, alone, for real… I’m not sure how I feel about people seeing that.”

He pulled you a little closer, sliding his hands up your legs and pushing his shirt that you were wearing out of the way carefully.  “I can understand that.  But it wouldn’t be like when we’re alone… we can keep a lot of things just between us.”

“Yeah, like what?” you pressed, helping him take the shirt off so you were only in your panties.  

“All sorts of things,” he answered cryptically as he pulled your hips down to press against his, making you gasp at the feeling of how hard he was.  Admittedly, watching your first time with him on the video got you pretty worked up as well, so no judgment.  “Tell me what worries you and I’ll make you feel better, Liebling.”

“You’re pretty invested in getting this sequel made,” you noticed with a laugh, “are you that curious what happened to the poor, mistreated housewife and her plumber lover?”

“No, no, if we did another it wouldn’t be a fake storyline.  It would just be us.”

Something about the way he said us made your heart clench in the best way.

“Maybe I just want the world to see how I feel about you,” he offered.

“And what feeling is that, horny?” you joked, and he smiled for a moment before suddenly getting more serious.

“No, not exactly… well, yes, but much more than that…”

You waited for him to continue, moaning softly as his hands rubbed your thighs and his lips and tongue delicately teased your collarbone.

“I lied, Liebling,” he mumbled against your skin, “I didn’t fall for you while you were on your knees that day, as incredible as that was.”

“Really?” you hummed, hoping there was a second half to this story.

“Yes,” he answered.  “The truth is, I was in love with you from the moment you opened that door.”

Your breath caught; that was a new word for you, and not just in this relationship.  You leaned back to break his lips away from your neck and meet his soft gaze.  “Niki, I… do you really love me?”

“If this isn’t love, I don’t know what could be,” he explained.  “We go to work and sex is just a job, but then I come home to you and I understand now why there are so many songs about love and wanting to be with someone.  I didn’t see sex as an expression of love before, but it is with you— it must be.”

Your hands held his face as he looked up at you, and you smiled down at him.  “Of course it is, and I love you, too,” you whispered before pressing your lips on his gently.

It didn’t stay too gentle for long though: soon it was needy and filled with sighs and heavy breaths, even if it was still patient and relatively slow.  He stood up and lifted you with him, carrying you both to the bed where you fell in together.

“I’m gonna make you come until you can’t walk,” he promised with a smug little grin, “and I want you to tell me you love me again every single time.”

#niki lauda x reader #niki lauda au #niki lauda smut #daniel brühl x reader #daniel brühl fanfiction

[totowlff]

I've read your long review a while back and I've been meaning to do my own, but never really got around it. Don't think this will be it, because my initial idea would be going through the chapters, or at least the main turning points, but I'll try my best lol

I know English is not your first language, but you dominate it enough to make your sentences feel natural. There's not unnecessary structures, useless embellishments that make the reading too prolix. It's very comfortable. Actually, I'd say it's one of your "fortes", as they say. The comfort and naturality that you convey the human interactions and their feelings feels real. It's easy to relate to the characters, because even that you never got to live their life experiences, you still went through something similar. It doesn't feel forced or unrealistic, as we often see in fanfiction. They act humanly. I really love it.

I also love your attention to details. You frequently add real life events, so it's easy to identify the moment it's supposed to be, even without the dates. And it's just enough so you can picture it, but not feel overwhelmed with it.

Again, I love your story progression. Sure, one can argue they should just skip the chase and go for it, and that may be my love for slow burn, but I appreciate how their romance doesn't feel rushed. People react differently but even when I don't agree with their choices, I still understand them. I understand where their heart is, where they're coming from. It adds layers to their relationship that only makes it more solid. You understand why they fell in love with each other instead of just being together because that's what is expected. I love that they are partners instead of just a couple. Big fan of their relationship.

I also love they exist by themselves. Miss Lauda is a strong individual, she has a backbone, doesn't shy away from life even when faced with adversities. She is not just a character in love. She is a complex personality who happens to be in love. I love how you explore Toto. We expect to see the strong and smart leader we know from the media, but he is so much more than that. He also has some weakness, some doubts and still is passionate. He is as complex as her, so they do make a power couple. The side characters are also a universe of their own. They add so much I really couldn't see this story without them. Niki, for instance: what a guy, what a character. I miss him dearly. I wish I could hug him right now, I love their relationship. Feels truly father-daughter. Look forward to their adventures in the business world and their family time. And even the ones you don't really fancy, like Amelie, she may be an antagonist, but she is not a villain. She is a complex character by herself. I love that you don't take the cheap shot and make her the shrew. She just doesn't fit, but that's okay, because that's life. Really, I love it. (Does Toto ever find out that that moment was moment she was going to declare her feelings? Does he ever feel insecure and jealous about miss Lauda?)

The sex scenes also feel human. I mean, we all love a good smut and it's great to go freak from time to time, but man, don't one get tired with the amount of performance you read out there. Anyway, I digress. What I mean is: your sex scenes feels like sex. Nothing posed or overly theatrical. Like humans having human interactions and desires and attraction and sensations. It may be hard to capture that, but I feel you manage.

That's why I deeply prefer star-crossed to your other works. Not to take away anything from them, they are great and I do find myself reading them over and over again. It's just that the complexity you manage to pour into this work and yet make it so natural and easy to relate makes this one a masterpiece. I keep falling in love with them and discovering new things every time I go back. Things don't get added as a chapter filler, or just for the sake of it. Everything has a meaning. It keeps me fawning and anxiously looking forward for an update each passing week.

I hope this one offers you some insight. It's not exactly what I had in mind, but it is the truth. Congratulations on your work, again, I love it!

i took a long time reading this message over and over. a thing is to see people reading, liking and reblogging your work, but getting such a feedback is special. makes my heart swell and my eyes fill with tears. is a feeling of being seen and recognized and it has no price, specially when you dont feel confident with your writing, which is my case. so, first of all, i thank you for taking your time to write to me.

now, to your words

The comfort and naturality that you convey the human interactions and their feelings feels real.

as i said in other asks, i love to play with the reality and with real emotions, real situations. it was something that always enchanted me as a kid who preferred to watch the things develop socially instead of taking part. in the end, for a writer, it proved useful.

I also love your attention to details. You frequently add real life events, so it's easy to identify the moment it's supposed to be, even without the dates.

in my opinion, star-crossed couldnt exist without the real life events that guides them. in the end, that is what makes the fic, in my opinion, more realistic. of course there is some adjustments we need to do in order to fit all, however, is a pleasure to do it.

Again, I love your story progression. Sure, one can argue they should just skip the chase and go for it, and that may be my love for slow burn, but I appreciate how their romance doesn't feel rushed.

this was something i was discussing with my beta readers over the last chapter. i was deeply afraid of the story pace to be too slow and tiring to read. however, i realized that there was nothing i could take out of it. that was the story. all was there for a reason. as you say, everything has a meaning.

I also love they exist by themselves. Miss Lauda is a strong individual, she has a backbone, doesn't shy away from life even when faced with adversities. She is not just a character in love. She is a complex personality who happens to be in love. I love how you explore Toto. We expect to see the strong and smart leader we know from the media, but he is so much more than that. He also has some weakness, some doubts and still is passionate. He is as complex as her, so they do make a power couple.

i hate mary sues. to me, there is nothing more annoying to read than a character that have no flaw, no background, no layers. so, is fair to say that my characters aren't built like that. of course it takes a lot of work, research and even some self-analysis (considering how much of me are in them), but i love to do it.

about toto, there was some fear in develop his character, as we are speaking about a real person. as said before, long hours of research, reading interviews, watching videos, listening to podcasts and talking to my dear friends about him managed me to build him as the man we know, but with a lot more of depth. of course the man you read in star-crossed is not the real thing. but is a little insight of who i think he is. and im almost certain that i got him right.

And even the ones you don't really fancy, like Amelie, she may be an antagonist, but she is not a villain. She is a complex character by herself. I love that you don't take the cheap shot and make her the shrew. She just doesn't fit, but that's okay, because that's life.

aurélie was introduced exactly as a counterpart to miss lauda and i had a lot of work to write her as a woman that, like our protagonist, is a complex woman, with a career, feelings and goals. she is not a golddigger or merely the "french bitch" as miss lauda defines her. in fact, your description is perfect: she just doesnt fit.

Does Toto ever find out that that moment was moment she was going to declare her feelings? Does he ever feel insecure and jealous about miss Lauda?

as said before, aurélie is not introduced only for a cameo. she will appear again and for a important thing. and, about toto's insecurities and jealousy, it will also be explored in the chapters to come.

What I mean is: your sex scenes feels like sex. Nothing posed or overly theatrical. Like humans having human interactions and desires and attraction and sensations.

in fact, one of my biggest insecurities over my writing is the sex scenes. translating into words the scenes in my head is really hard, specially considering i want it to be realistic. im glad i've managed to do it.

Congratulations on your work, again, I love it!

and, again, i say thank you. thank you for reading and supporting me. hope you do your chapter-by-chapter analysis and send me, im very curious to see what you have to say about them.

#wlffanswers

[dragon-kazansky]

Professor | Special ending

Professor AU!

Gender neutral reader

For all the horny bitches who didn't want to choose~

SMUT!!! So much smut!

[Previous chapter]

[Lauda's ending]

[Zemo's ending]

The special ending

You turned to the tent beside you and walked inside. The smile remained present on your lips as you made your way over to the buffet table. You picked up a plate and began to pick at the options.

Both Zemo and Lauda were confused. They hadn't accounted for the fact you wouldn't choose one of them. Their time with you had been so special and wonderful, they were sure you would fall for one of them.

They look at each other and come to a silent agreement. Both men push off where they had been meaning and make their way toward the tent. They say nothing as they enter together, only Niki stands back as Helmut walks over to you. He places a hand on your back and leans in close, not caring who sees.

"What are you playing at, draga?" He asks, keeping his voice quiet.

"You want me to choose."

"Yes. Me or him. Unless, you choose neither. A heads up would have been nice. Was our time together not good enough?"

"It was amazing, but I'm not going to choose."

Zemo casts a glance at Lauda before grabbing your arm firmly and guiding you out of the tent. Niki follows behind. Zemo takes you to a secluded spot and both men stand in front of you.

"So, no one?" Lauda asks, heart aching at the thought.

You cross your arms and look at them both.

"How am I suppose to choose? It's not fair I fell in love with two of my professors. You've both been amazing, and the sex has been really good," you grin, "but you can't expect me to choose."

They look at each other and then at you.

"Then what do you want?" Zemo asks, not willing to just give up. You were the most amazing person he had ever known and he didn't want to let that go.

"Both of you or none of you."

Lauda shook his head softly, his curls bouncing with the movement. "No way."

You frown. "Then, neither of you."

Helmut clenched his jaw. He looked at Niki who looked just as unhappy. If they don't do something, they'll lose you for good.

"Then I am fine with this arrangement," Zemo said, looking at Lauda.

Niki looks up at Helmut.

"Are you serious? We can't stand each other!" He hissed.

"Only when we are competing over the one person we hold dear. If the only other option is be civil and share, then I don't see the issue. Just another person to love and spoil," Helmut smirked.

Niki seemed taken back by that, but he wasn't saying anything. This indicated to you that he didn't hate that idea.

Maybe they actually kind of like each other?

You look at Lauda and take a step closer to him. You reach out and take his hand, bringing it your lips. His eyes watch you as you kiss his fingers delicately.

"Please, Niki. I don't want to choose."

Zemo comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You do not take our gaze away from Lauda. You keep a hold of his hand and look at him.

Niki doesn't want to lose you.

He nods.

Zemo grins as he lowers his head near your ear. He eyes are also cast upon Niki.

"Let us show our darling Y/N exactly what they're getting into," he practically growls into your ear.

Niki runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he takes hold of your hand and began to pull you away. Zemo laughs and follows.

They take you far from the celebrations and back toward the university. The halls are pretty much empty now, so there is no one to see you with your former professors. Niki takes you to his office. His desk is empty now, everything packed away in his car.

"One last fuck on the desk?" You ask, smiling at him.

Niki closes in on you and captures your lips against his. His hold is far from gentle, but you're not going to complain. You love it when Niki is hungry for your affection.

Those long fingers of his work on undressing you, but when it comes to your underwear, Zemo steps in.

"Allow me," he grins.

Niki turns you around to face Zemo. You smile at him as he leans in close and kneels down. His fingers hook under the waistband and begin to pull them down. His fingers grace your skin softly, teasing you for what's to come.

Your legs tingle where he touched you.

Now, completely bare to them, you turn back to Niki. Lauda wastes no time attaching his lips to your neck as his hands wander across the span of your body. His large hands are warm against your skin.

So focused on Niki and what he was doing, you jumped slightly when Zemo's own hands snaked around your body from behind. His fingers trailed down, down, down.

You gasp sharply.

While Niki's hands had come up to caress your chest and neck, Zemo's hands were busy down south. His fingers worked their magic, like he had done so many times before.

Zemo chuckles in your ear.

Niki chuckles against your skin.

Barely begun and you were already putty in their hands. Both of these men knew you inside and out. They knew what you liked, what you loved. Now that you were receiving attention from both of them, you were in utter and complete bliss.

You were unable to keep focusing on what Niki was doing when Helmut was curling his fingers like that. His lips were trailing along the back of your neck, causing all hairs to stand on end. A shiver ran down your spine. Zemo chuckles softly.

You tip your head back, allowing Niki better angles to leave his mark. Zemo presses kisses to your temple as his fingers continue their pleasuring. There's a slight buckle in your knees, but both men have such a good hold on you, you aren't going anywhere.

One of your hands rise up to Zemo, settling on his neck, fingers brushing the hair at the base of his neck. The other settles on Lauda's shoulder as he begins his decent, kissing down your chest, your stomach, all the way down between your legs.

Helmut removes his fingers from down there to allow Niki's mouth to take over.

Oh God!

Your fingers bury themselves into his curls, tugging. That riles him up. His nips at you, not so gently, causing you to tug a little more. Zemo chuckles against your neck, knowing you were enjoying what Lauda was doing to you.

Niki uses his tongue on you. Your eyes screw shut as you lean back against Helmut, relying totally on him to keep you up as Niki satisfies you. You can't hold back any more.

Niki licks his lips as pulls away and looks up at you. His lips curl into a mug grin, his eyes glistening with amusement.

"You taste wonderful, Maus."

You can't form any thoughts as you look at him with half lidded eyes.

"My turn?" Zemo asks, whispering.

You nibble at your lower lip as you find your strength to turn around and face him. His hands remain on you as he looks you up and down.

"What are you going to do?" Niki asks, licking at his lips again. He can still taste you.

"Oh, I was thinking more about what they can do for me."

You glance down as his hands leave you, fingers working away at his belt buckle. He didn't need to day any more as you knelt down and took over. He grins down at you as you pull his belt away, undoing his trousers, and freeing him from the confines of his clothing.

You wrap your hand around him as soon as his cock his free. You grin as you tease him lightly with your fingers first.

Niki Lauda watches.

Helmut struggles to keep his hands at his sides as you have your fun with him. When you take him in your mouth, he really can't hold back any more. Much like you did for Niki, he buries his fingers in your hair. He tugs just as you did.

You moan against him. The vibrations of the moan turning him on even further. You can feel him twitch in your mouth.

Niki needs to do something.

That something is undressing from the waist down to satisfy himself. He never expected to get off to seeing you pleasure Zemo, but it was certainly a sight to see.

Helmut catches his eyes and smirks.

"Like what you see?"

You hum against his dick, your way of asking what he was on about. You don't get a response. Zemo just tugs a little harder at your hair.

You suck him off a little further, taking him a little deeper.

Niki wraps a hand around his own cock, unable to hold back. He keeps his eyes trained on what you were doing to Zemo. You've done that plenty of times to him, but watching you do it someone else, someone he is suppose to hate, it does things to him.

You take Zemo as deep as you can, he let's you do this for a bit, but he knows he'll be close to coming if he let's you go on for too long. He's not about to have you bring him over the edge just yet. Before he can pull out of your mouth, Lauda serves as a distraction for you to let go of him yourself.

Niki cums over his hand.

You turn away from Zemo to face Lauda. You lick your own lips, much like Niki had done after his taste of you.

"Let me help," you say, shuffling away from Helmut to Niki.

Niki's chest rises and falls as you lick along his cock. You clean him up with your tongue, tasting him. His eyes, however, are on Helmut.

Helmut grins at Niki.

A shudder runs through Niki as you clean him up. When you're done, you stand. You lean in close and kiss him. Niki's hands settle on you as he kisses you back.

Zemo comes up behind you, his aching cock poking at you as he wraps his arms around you.

You glance back behind you to look at Helmut.

"I want Niki first. I feel bad for leaving him out of that."

Helmut grins.

"Why don't we both show him a good time? Hm?" He looks at Niki as he says that.

"What are you implying, Zemo?" Niki asks, looking at him with suspicion.

Helmut comes up behind Niki and has him bend forward a little bit. He presses into him a little.

You smile at Niki as you caress his face.

"Are my boys going to fuck for me?"

"Your boys?" Niki asks.

"Yes, my boys."

You plant a kiss to Niki's forehead as Zemo takes his distraction as an opportunity to enter him.

Lauda gasps, but you swallow most of it by kissing him. You smile against his lips as Zemo pulls out, then thrusts back into him. Slowly.

Niki clings to you.

You wrap your arms around him and make a fuss over him as Helmut fucks him to kingdom come. Helmut was going to make this man feel as good as he made you feel.

You smirk at Helmut as he grinned at you.

"How are you holding up?" You ask him, knowing you brought him pretty close before.

"I think I can manage."

You chuckle.

"Are you going to cum for Niki?" You ask, eyeing him with a smirk.

Zemo gives a violent thrust into Niki.

"Would you like me to?"

You look down at Niki, holding his face in your hands. Niki's glazed eyes gaze at you.

"Would you like him to?" You ask him.

"Do it," he snarls at Zemo.

Niki keeps a tight hold on you as Zemo picks up his pace. He has definitely fucked you like this before. You know exactly how Lauda is feeling right now.

The sound of both men moaning simultaneously turned you on even more than you already were.

Both Lauda and Zemo cum together.

You grin as Zemo pulls out of Lauda. Niki takes a second to sort himself out for a moment. Next thing you know Niki has you turned around and bent over like Zemo had him.

"Your turn, Maus."

You push back against him, wanting him inside you. Zemo took a hold of Lauda from behind, resting his face near his ear. He was giving Niki the same treatment he was giving you.

You were all the same here. You loved both of them just as much as the other. Perhaps they didn't hate each other quite as much as they seemed. Especially after that.

Niki thrusts himself into you. Helmut grins as you moan. Niki grunts, both as the sensation of you around his dick, and the hold Zemo had on him.

The rhythm he has is perfect. You're a little surprised by his momentum after taking such a fucking from Zemo, but Lauda has the stamina to give you what you want, what you deserve.

You have to support yourself against the desk. Niki's thrusts are so hard and intense, you wouldn't be surprised if it was enough force to move the desk.

Quiet doesn't exist in this room any more.

Your moaning, Niki's grunting, Helmut's chuckles. That's all there was in the room.

You scrape your nails against the hard wood of the desk. Niki was buried so deep in you, you can't think straight. Zemo was still caressing Lauda from behind, kissing along his shoulder. He was enjoying the sounds you were making.

Niki wasn't sure he would be able to hold on for much longer. Zemo was already working him up a lot, plus he was so deep in you, he was sure he was going to cum soon.

He just really wanted to pleasure you.

And he was.

The only thought you could grasp was how much you loved these two.

Niki is the perfect angle. Just a little more and you'll have to let go. You can't hold on much longer. You needed to cum all over him, and he, deep in you.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Zemo leaves Niki to come around the other side of the desk. He sits against it, cradling your face in his hands.

"Let go for him, darling."

Apparently that's all you needed to hear. Lauda's grasp on you tightens. You can only look up at Zemo as you ride out your orgasm. Moments later, Niki cums with you.

Arms snake around you as lips Pepper your warm skin with little kisses. Helmut caress your hair and face gently, smiling softly at you.

An empty feeling takes over when Niki pulls out, but Helmut is quick to pull you into his embrace against the desk. He kisses your forehead softly. Niki takes a moment to gather himself before he comes a little closer and joins you both. You become sandwiched between them.

"Does this work for you?" Zemo asks, eyes on the other man.

"I suppose it does."

Helmut grins.

"And you?" He asks, looking at you.

You smile.

"This is perfect," you whisper, grabbing onto each of them with an arm, just wanting to keep them close to you.

They pamper you for a moment.

Niki plants a kiss to your temple just before speaking, "perhaps we should make our leave now. We have much to discuss from here and we don't want to get caught, do we?"

You shake your head.

Both men dress themselves, the pair insisting on helping you. You let them fuss over you.

When you were sure you were all ready, you all left the office. No one would know any different. You had gone ahead, agreeing to meet at Niki's car. Both of them turned up shortly after one another and you all got in.

This is the future you wanted.

How were you ever suppose to choose one over the other when both of them made you feel so special. They loved you, and you loved them.

Yes, this is happiness for you.

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End of Semester!

To celebrate both the end of the semester and the new F1 season I'm going to be doing a one shot/request writing event for Lights Out (Niki Lauda & Rox)!

You can request from any of the linked prompt lists (please make sure to specify which list your prompt is from)

Prompt lists:

general fluff prompts

yearning prompts

kisses prompts

smut prompts

I will be accepting requests until may 12th!

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