The Danny Bunch and The First Time you Say “I Love You” ❤️💚☁️
2700 words total, roughly 400 each
Andrea Marowski ❤️
You and Andrea walked together, arms linked as you scoured the little market, looking for the week's food. You two had been courting for almost five months, luckily living in London meant no prying eyes as to your private affairs. By the time month two rolled around Andrea asked you to move in with him, saying it made no sense to live separately when you spent so much time together. You still had a separate bedroom, for when you just needed to be alone, but most nights were spent with his face in the crook of your neck as you scratched his head gently.
“Y/N! Look!” He gasped, letting your arm go as he rushed to the florist and gently picked up a beautiful bouquet.
“They’re very pretty, Andrea.” You smiled widely, chuckling as he took that as his sign to buy them for you. He quickly reconnected his arm to yours as you continued the walk. Piping up when he noticed some fruits and vegetables he would need for meals he wanted to cook. Once home he immediately put the flowers into a vase, then helped put away the groceries you two had gotten.
“Can I cook?” He asked, unsure if you already had dinner planned.
“Of course! What do you have in mind, darling?” He found himself blushing at the endearing nickname you gave him.
“Not sure, want to,” he paused trying to think of the word. You waited before piping up with your thoughts.
“Explore? Experiment?” He looked up and nodded eagerly.
“Experiment! Ja, you know me well.” He laughed, pecking your forehead as he grinned. Dinner came and passed, you found yourself delighted and teased that he needed to cook more often. Per routine you both stepped into the quaint backyard your flat had to enjoy the cool air, he took his spot on the small stepping stones and began to play his violin, soft, gentle music that could never fail to relax you.
“Bravissimo!” You cheered, clapping gently as you stood, walking to close the gap between you two as you hugged him close. “I love you, Andrea.” You whispered against his chest. He stilled, breath caught in his chest before he let out a laugh and hugged you closer.
“Kocham cię,” he chanted softly as he buried his face into your hair, grinning like a madman before he pulled back to look at you.
“I love you too.” He clasped a gentle hand around the back of your neck before pulling you closer to kiss your lips feverishly.
Alex Garel ❤️
“Alex!” You called, stepping into the house, welcoming the warmth. You looked down to see Gris at your feet. “Hello, little buddy.” You grinned, reaching down to run between his ears, remembering that Alex said he was programmed to like what the original Gris liked.
“Y/N?” Max had called, smiling gently as he quickly made way to help you remove your coat and settle in.
“Max!” You hugged the android. “Is it possible they’re making you younger?” You laughed softly.
“I sincerely wish it were so. Alex is in the basement, he’s working for himself.”
“That’s great! I’m glad it’s not just for the projects.” You waved gently as you made your way to the basement, knocking in the pattern you and Alex had set up.
“Porta,” you heard his soft voice call out before the door opened for you. “Y/N,” he stood up from his work bench and hugged you close when you made it to the bottom steps. You smiled and buried your face against the wool sweatshirt he was wearing, taking in the scent of his cologne as you relaxed into his arms.
“Amor, I can set the door to recognize your voice as well.”
“Oh, Alex, this is your space, I don’t want to intrude on it.”
“You wouldn’t be, I just worry I won’t always hear you.” He explained softly, kissing your hair before guiding you to where he was sitting before, pulling what was destined as your chair to the table.
“What is it you’re doing?”
“Mainly program updates, to keep Gris fully functional. Cats are getting smarter.” You hummed softly, showing your acknowledgment as he told you more about his work.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked, noting that you seemed to have gone in a daze. Before you could stop to think you replied.
“T'estimo,” your eyes went wide at the confession, afraid of how he would react. You two had been together for some time, but he was grieving the loss of Eva and Lana when you met him. His eyes widened for a second before softening.
“And here I thought I would say it before you,” he whispered, pulling you closer to him so he could rest his forehead on yours. “T'estimo tant.” He smiled, pecking your lips gently.
Ernst Schmidt ❤️
“I’m coming home, Y/N.” Ernst whispered, smiling softly as he looked at the last picture he took with you. You had been smiling widely perched on his shoulders as his hands held your legs firmly. He was laughing harder than he ever had before. You two had only been dating for a month before he was called to work on the Shepard, you encouraged him to take it, a once in a lifetime chance. And when six months turned to two years, you remained loyal to him, calling every night, listening to him rant about the Russian, Volkov.
“Y/N, Ernst is going to be home, they will be landing close to the US, off the Delaware coast.” You dropped your phone when you got that call, immediately grabbing the bag you kept packed all this time, rushing out of the house to get to the private airport your family owned.
“Do they know? About that thing?” You asked, frantic as you boarded the plane and seated yourself into the pilot’s seat.
“No, the comms have been cut off, I can’t get a hold of them.”
“Fuck.” You whispered, you dreamt of having Ernst back home, but with this monster roaming, you were certain he was safer in space. “Let me know when they land, I should be there soon.”
One plus side, you could choose your own speed, cutting commercial flights in half the time. “Are they here?”
“Not yet, it seems as though they had just released the shuttle.” You continued your flight, circling around the beach as you kept your eyes peeled for both your boyfriend and the monster.
“Y/N!” Ernst cried out happily, noticing your plane. “Hamilton, that’s Y/N! They’re here!” He was smiling wider than his friend had ever seen before.
“Ernst,” you laughed, quickly landing the plane along an abandoned road, rushing out to run to the beach front to meet him. You noticed that only one other was with him, and no more shuttles seemed to be landing.
“Ernst!” You yelled, waving your arms as you sloppily ran in the sand, jumping into his arms before the water even went below his knees. He caught you and held you tight, bringing a gloved hand to your cheek as he kissed you deeply. Two years of kisses and hugs went into the one you shared now.
“Ich liebe dich,” he repeated softly in between kisses, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he finally got to hold you again.
“I love you too,” before you could continue, a horrible roar erupted.
“What the fuck is that,” his companion has asked. Ernst quickly looked up, eyes widening as he held you closer, trying to keep you safer.
“The Paradox.” You whispered softly.
Helmut Zemo ❤️
“Helmut!” You yelled out, seeing him in the distance before halting, he was kissing a woman and smiling at her. You felt your heart break, you had a crush on him ever since your parents sent you to the damned Sokovian Boarding School. He was royalty, you knew that his parents were going to set up an arranged marriage for him, but it still hurt. You turned on your heels and walked out before he could see you.
That was years ago, back when you were freshly twenty. You cried watching the news, Helmut Zemo married Heike, had a son, was the Baron and a Colonel. And then Sokovia fell; your home fell at the hands of Americans. You didn’t bother to look at the list of lost souls, afraid his name would be there, and then hope sparked months later, your childhood crush was alive, a world terrorist, but alive nonetheless. You thought of visiting him, in the German prison.
How wrong you were, about it all. Helmut heard you call his name all those years ago, he almost tore himself away from his wife-to-be to find you, he wanted to name his son after you, in some variation, but Heike insisted not. Then when he lost his country, he scoured the list of names, praying yours was not upon there. But you hadn’t made yourself known to be alive, you simply left, and so there it was: “Y/N L/N”. Helmut felt as if he had truly lost everything, his wife, his son, his father, and his soulmate all ripped from him at the hands of the Avengers. That’s why he was shocked to hear he had a visitor.
“Who?” He pressed the guard leading him to the visiting area.
“You’ll see when you get there.” He gasped softly, you weren’t facing him, but you didn’t need to. “Y/N,” he whispered. Running immediately to you when the guard left to stand post on the other side.
“Helmut,” you whispered back as he hugged you tightly, tears spilling, he wouldn’t have fought them anyways.
“I thought you were gone.” He whimpered, relishing in your touch as your hand went to the nape of his neck to play with the tufts of hair there, just like you used to. “I looked for you, I couldn’t find you, where did you go?” His voice was cracking, he didn’t need to keep up the facade he built, you were you. The one who’s seen him in every way.
“I thought the same of you, I couldn’t stay.”
“I love you.” Helmut blurted out, “I mean it, I loved you then and I still love you now.” You stared at him shocked, he was afraid that he said the wrong thing, that you were going to demand to leave, but then you smiled, tears finally falling from your own eyes.
“I love you too, Helmut Zemo.” You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips as you had dreamt for years.
Niki Lauda ❤️
You stood frozen in fear, eyes glued to the television as they showed Niki’s car on fire.
“Y/N! The ambulance is here!” You snapped out of your daze and hopped into the ambulance before they took off on the track to Niki. You filled the paramedics in on everything you knew of your boyfriend, you had only been dating for a month.
You squeezed the railing as he screamed when they pulled his helmet off, his eyes locked with yours and you could see that he wanted to tell you to leave him, to go off with someone else, be anywhere but watching him suffer.
“I’m not leaving, Niki, for better or worse.” You reminded him of the promise you made him when he was rambling about how reckless his job was. He seemed content for a second before passing out, you made it to the hospital fast, and they took Niki into surgery, leaving you pacing around the waiting room, fighting any tears that threatened to spill.
Days passed, doctors weren’t sure if he was going to make it, you agreed to allow a priest in the room to bless his soul.
“Oh fuck off, I’m still alive.” Niki mumbled, you snapped your head up, laughing at the sound of his voice as you took the priest’s place.
“Liebling,” he groaned out, smiling weakly, he couldn’t believe that you stayed with him. The doctor soon came in, stating it was time for a bandage change and advised you to step outside, but you stood your ground, holding Niki’s hand in reassurance. You gasped softly at the sight, it was worse than you could have ever prepared yourself, but what hurt even more, was hearing him groan and trying to muffle his yells as his hand squeezed yours hard.
“You don’t have to stay,” he said one day, looking at you.
“What do you mean?” You tore your eyes from the race as you faced him, tilting your head.
“With me, I know I’m not as good as I used to look.”
“Andreas.” You stated firmly, he winced at the use of his legal name, “Just how superficial do you think me to be? To leave you over this?” He stammered, unable to come up with a reason.
“Niki Lauda, I love you.” You confessed, maybe it was too soon but he needed to hear it, that was obvious.
“You mean it?” He whispered, shock clearly
In his eyes.
“With all my heart.”
“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled, a real smile as much as he could muster.
Tony Balerdi 💚
Tony sighed, running his hands through his usually perfect hair, the stress of the kitchen was getting to him.
“Need a smoke?” You piped up, settling next to him.
“Y/N,” he smiled, taking the cigarette you were offering him, pulling out his own zippo, you were by far his favorite, he knew Adam wasn’t ever going to love him, and maybe he was all too eager to spend his love on someone else. He wouldn’t quite call you dating, but you were definitely more than just friends.
“You’re amazing at what you do Antonio,” that was a quirk of yours he loved, only you could call him by his full name, Max dared try and ended up getting glares from the both of you. “But man, if you don’t take more breaks I might just kick your ass.” He laughed, wholly and loudly as he looked at you, admiration clear in his face.
“And where would I go? I’d be awfully lonely, you know.” He stated, hoping you could pick up the small hints.
“I hear Scotland is nice this time round,” you smiled softly, wanting to tell him that all he needed to do was give the word and you’d drop everything to go with him, to be by his side.
“Y/N, Tony! We need you back in,” Max called out, to which you both sniffed your cigarettes and walked right back into the bustle of the restaurant, continuing your roles.
“Fuck!” You cried out, having burnt your side, you got shoved on accident and didn’t brace yourself well enough.
“Y/N, let me see,” Adam commanded, trying to pull you away to help.
“No, chef, we’re almost done.”
“What’s going on?” Tony walked in, the sight of Adam grabbing your arm made him twinge with jealousy.
“Y/N got burnt, I can’t get him to go sit in the office.” Adam filled him in as Tony walked closer to you.
“Y/N, come with me, please.” Tony asked, placing his hand gently on your shoulder.
“Okay,” you whispered, the maître d’ held your heart too easily for you to resist. Tony led you to the office he and Adam shared and guided you to sit on top of his desk.
“Let me see,” his voice was soft but commanding. You rolled up the side of your shirt and hissed as the cold air hit the burn. Tony quickly grabbed the first aid kit and pulled out the ointment he needed. “It’ll sting, but it’ll help.” He gave you no chance before his fingers pressed lightly to your skin. You could feel your face burning bright red as you looked away from him.
“So clumsy,” he teased, “all done.” You could have whined at the loss of his touch.
“Antonio,” you whispered, pulling him closer to you once he stood up. Now it was his turn to blush bright red. “I love you.” He stared at you, dazed with a lopsided grin.
“Oh, darling, je t'aime aussi.” He smiled wider, bumping his nose against your own as his form of affection. He’d get to cover you in kisses later, away from the kitchen.
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.
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.
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.
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.
you finally said, wasting no time getting in your seat and shutting the door.
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.
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.
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.