#toto wolff fanfiction

[lucyrose191]

BROKEN DECISIONS: HEALING| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Toto Wolff x fem!Schumacher!reader

Summary; You had learned to channel the pain from Toto’s actions into the need to protect and love your child. You were healing but will that be affected by Toto finding out the reason you suddenly disappeared?

Warnings; Age gap mentioned but not specified. Fluff.

Author’s Note; I know I said I’d post a Seb fic before this but this was so much easier to write and I had a lot more motivation for this. Possibly a part 3 if you want.

F1 Master List, Part 1

September 2024

The pain that had consumed you so overwhelmingly all those months ago had seemingly disappeared as you stared down at your daughter who lay in your lap, eyes closed as she slept peacefully, subtle puffs of air released as her chest raised every few seconds.

The thick tufts of bright white hair that sprouted from her head marked that little Alina Elisabeth was most certainly a Schumacher.

Maybe you should feel guilty for the relief that settled in you at the lack of resemblance she shared with her father but the love you felt in your heart as you stared down at the person you cared the most for in this world shrouded any negative emotion you could possibly feel.

The loneliness you had felt was also no longer lingering in your chest, your family had been your rock since the moment you arrived in Switzerland, your mother especially. Mick ensured her was there for you too, even though he was busy with the world endurance racing, he made sure he called frequently and tried to visit when he could.

You sent him a photo of his new niece as soon as you could after giving birth to her and he was already besotted and excited to meet her.

The pain from birthing her had also long been forgotten, unlike the memory of holding her for the first time.

It was hard to describe the rush of emotions that were bursting beneath your skin. You would go to hell and back again if just to experience this for the rest of your life, to continue living in this bubble of warmth and completion.

There was the slightest bit of lingering sadness towards the knowledge that Toto hadn’t been by your side yesterday and witnessing his daughter being brought into the world, maybe it was even unfair that he had been robbed of that opportunity but then you remembered how you had tried to tell him the news of your pregnancy before you left and how he refused to listen.

You weren’t going to beg and plead for him to listen to what you had to say, no matter what there news was.

You had a lot more respect for yourself than that.

It didn’t matter anyways, you didn’t need him and you’d ensure that Alina didn’t need him either. You have full confidence in your ability to raise her alone and give her the best life she could possibly have, a life that would provide her with opportunities others could only imagine having.

November 2024

Alina Elisabeth Schumacher was now two months old and each day it felt as though your love for her multiplied.

Even through the rough patches where you seemed lost in knowing what she needed or what was wrong, it didn’t deter you in the slightest. You had smiled more in the last two months than you had in the last ten years and it felt riveting.

Never would you have thought that a child could fill a gap in your life that you didn’t even know existed but here she is and your heart is full.

Your life felt whole and complete and you owed everything to her, to your little girl who had fixed your healing heart without even trying, just by simply existing.

Today was an important day, Mick was coming home after finishing the world endurance season, which he had performed amazingly in, and it was going to be his first time meeting his niece in person.

You had FaceTimed so much in the last few months, Mick hadn’t wanted to miss any part of his niece growing and so every night at around six he’d ring so that he could say goodnight to her, no matter what time is was where he was at.

Alina loved her uncle already.

It was around 2pm when you heard the front door open followed by the sound of bags dropping to the floor and Mick walking into the kitchen.

You didn’t waste any time in wrapping him into a hug. "Hey, how are you?"

Mick tucked his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you. "I’m great, it was amazing but how are you, are you okay?" He asked, pulling away and holding onto your shoulders as he looked you up and down.

You smiled at him in pure happiness. "I’m amazing, she’s amazing. Come and see her," you told him and grabbed his hand, pulling him upstairs to your room.

Alina was napping which is all she ever did at her young age but you didn’t care if she woke up because the look of awe on Mick’s face as he set his eyes upon her would make it worth it.

"She’s tiny," he whispered, reaching a finger inside the cot and smiling as she wrapped her fist around it. "She looked so much bigger over the phone, she’s beautiful, Y/N, really." He looked up at you and smiled.

"That’s because she takes after me," you smirked and he rolled his eyes, slowly pulling his hand away before turning to you.

"Do Mum and Gina know?" He asked.

You didn’t need him to emphasise, you both knew what he meant, the unspoken topic that neither of you brought up throughout your entire pregnancy and even after.

"No," you replied honestly, swallowing uncomfortably.

"Y/N-" he sighed.

"Don’t," you cut him off. "He didn’t want to know, Mick. He didn’t care and I’m not going to beg him to."

The sympathetic look he gave you in response to the defeated words you spoke filled you with the need to cry but you didn’t.

You simply stood there for a moment before sighing. "I think I’m going to quit."

Mick gave you a look of horror. "What!?" He whisper shouted. "You can’t, you’ve been with Mercedes for nearly a decade!"

You shrugged. "I don’t want to work for him anymore, not when he is adamant on acting as though he didn’t give me the wrong impression, as though I don’t have his daughter at home who he doesn’t know about because he didn’t care enough for me to tell him."

He didn’t say anything, knowing that your point was completely reasonable. He just hoped this didn’t ruin everything you had worked for.

December 2024

You walked side by side with Mick through the pits of the Yas Marina circuit in Abu Dhabi, drawing quite a bit of attention to yourselves, not only because this is the first glimpse anyone has seen of you all year but because of the three month old you held in your arms.

You walked into the Mercedes garage as though you weren’t about to reveal why you hadn’t participated in this season, pretending you didn’t notice how everyone paused what they were doing to stare as soon as you crossed the threshold.

Their stares burned into your skin but none more than Toto’s, you felt the trail his eyes left across your entire body and the way they settled on the sleeping baby in your arms.

You ignored the burning sensation he was leaving on your skin, instead focusing on the mechanics and other team members that were approaching to speak to you and introduce themselves to Alina.

It was around twenty minutes later before you were left alone, Mick took this opportunity to take Alina to go and show her off to anyone who would give him the time of day, you loved how much of a proud uncle he was.

"Can we talk?" His voice was low and gravelly in your ear as he spoke in a hushed whisper, startling you momentarily.

You scoffed and shook your head. "You weren’t up for talking in January, I’m not up for talking now."

"It’s important," he tried to reason and you laughed.

"What I wanted to say was important but you didn’t care, what was important to me wasn’t important to you. It’s not nice being on the receiving end of that, is it?"

You had hit the nail on the head with that one and by the stunned silence Toto was confined into, he knew that as well.

"Please, I know I don’t deserve it but can you please just come and have a civil conversation with me in my office," he pleaded, knowing that he really had no leg to stand on because he was the one that was completely in the wrong.

You wanted to make a comment about how poetic it was that he wanted to go and talk in his office, just how you did all those months ago and yet you had no luck but you didn’t.

You relented and agreed but that did not mean you were going to be easy on him.

You sighed and stood up from your seat, following him to his office.

You refused to speak first as he shut the door which resulted in a thick, heavy silence for a couple of minutes as you both stood there, Toto staring at you whilst your eyes strained on the ground.

"What happened in Abu Dhabi last year-" he started causing you to look up at him, not expecting him to even bring that up considering how certain he was to avoid it before.

"It wasn’t a mistake, I just- I spent two years fighting my feelings for you because you deserve so much more than I am. The baggage I come with- I’m divorced twice and I have kids and I’m so much older than you and you deserve so much more than to be with a man that comes with all that and can’t give you everything."

You stared at him blankly though you were surprised that he had supposedly felt something for you for an entire year before you noticed anything.

"I never thought of you as anything but my boss and a friend but then last year, the way you looked at me and the way you acted, I thought you liked me and it confused me, my mind was baffled the entire season but no matter what you caused me to feel, I fought against it but then with his forward you were in Abu Dhabi, you made me think you actually wanted me and even if you didn’t then that’s fine but what isn’t fine is leading me on with your stares and your touches and then leaving me alone in a hotel the moment I gave in and even after that when I tried to speak with you, you ignored me and dismissed me. Do you know how used and disgusted I felt?"

You knew the look of guilt on his face wasn’t fake but that didn’t change anything, his guilt was nothing compared to what he had put you through.

"I thought I was doing what was best for you," he replied defeated, knowing how pathetic he sounded and how weak his response was.

"I couldn’t look at myself without feeling the urge to throw up after the way you left me there and it was all down to your insecurities which are ridiculous by the way. I can’t believe you think I’d care about how many times you’ve been married or how many kids you have or how old you are, I only ever wanted someone who loved me and treated me right, you could’ve done that but the man that spoke to me in January, I’ve never seen you like that and that man is not someone I would ever be with."

"You didn’t deserve that," he replied in agreement. "I was overwhelmed by the guilt I felt for leaving you there and trying to ignore my feelings for you which I thought were wrong to be feeling but it is not an excuse for the way I spoke or dismissed you, it was wrong of me. I’m sorry."

"I know," you shrugged. "But I don’t forgive you, not right now at least."

Toto shook his head. "I’ll earn your forgiveness." He said confidently.

"Okay." You whispered.

The air between the two of you shifted as Toto looked at you apprehensively, shifting on his feet. "Your baby-" your heart thumped loudly in your chest. "Is she?" He asked, not needing to continue.

You weren’t going to deny the truth and so you replied honestly. "Yes, it’s what I tried telling you in January."

The look of anguish that appeared on his face was heartbreaking to see because you could tell he truly regretted his actions but it was simply the consequences of his decisions, he was still able to make up for it.

"What did you name her?" He asked quietly.

"Alina Elisabeth Schumacher, Elisabeth after my grandmother."

"You chose well…. Could I meet her?" He asked carefully, not wanting to overstep with you but of course you would allow him to see her, not only because your daughter deserved a chance to have a father but because you knew he was a good father and he would’ve been there had you been given the chance to tell him of her.

"I’ll go and get her." You told him, swiftly walking passed him and out of the door.

It was George that happening to be holding her as you re-entered the garage, the man looking up at you with a pleased smile. "Y/N! I’m happy your back, am I getting my beginner back next year?" He asked as he handed her over to you.

You smiled weakly and shrugged your shoulders. "I’m honestly not too sure yet, George but I’ll let you know."

"No worries," he waved you off. "She’s beautiful by the way."

You thanked him before turning away and heading back to Toto’s office.

Alina was wide awake now and her dark eyes were looking around curiously as you walked through the small corridor.

As soon as Toto’s eyes laid upon her you practically saw how he immediately fell in love with her, his eyes softened as they took in her features, probably trying to find anything that resembled himself.

"I think she has your eyes, but that’s about it," you commented lightly causing him to laugh.

He stepped forward and held his hand out for her, smiling and laughing as she reached out and grabbed his finger before shoving it into her mouth.

He looked at her in awe, as if he couldn’t believe she was a part of him. He reached out with his other hand and tickled her cheek with his finger causing her to gurgle around his hand.

"You can hold her," you told him, lifting her out towards him. He looked at you unsurely but you encouraged him with a nod and that was everything he needed to take her into his arms.

Alina threw away her grip on his hand as he held her and instead pressed both of her hands into his cheeks and pressed her face up against his causing you both to burst out into laughter which resulted in her copying you.

"She’s so small," he muttered almost to himself but you heard him.

"She didn’t feel it when I was pushing her out but she does look it," you joked but also serious, it had hurt like hell.

The mention of her birth spiked a sudden interest. "When was she born?" He asked.

"September 3rd, she was two weeks late, didn’t want to leave I suppose so I had to get induced."

He looked at you worried. "You didn’t do it alone, did you?"

You shook your head, "No, don’t worry, my mum was there with me."

"That’s good," he replied, pulling away from Alina’s grabby hands and instead brought her into a hug, resting the side of his head against hers.

God did he look good holding her.

Alina cooed and babbled as she lied her head on his shoulder and reached her hand up to grab his ear and pull on it.

The immediate connection between the two was impossible to miss and it was sad they had both missed out on this but you refused to let yourself feel guilty about it.

"Thank you for this," Toto’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. "I know I don’t deserve it."

You shook your head. "You deserve a relationship with her, no matter what I wouldn’t have kept her from you."

He smiled and tightened his hold on Alina, still struggling to believe she was really his.

He had four kids. Wow.

He did not want to think about how he was going to explain this one to them.

"We should probably go back out there, there’s still a race that’s about to start." You mentioned, hating to break him out of his bubble but he had priorities.

After much coercing, you managed to get him out of his office but he kept his hold on Alina, he didn’t think the team would suspect anything, they probably just thought he wanted to hold her but even if they did have suspicions, he didn’t care.

Everything felt right as he held her, now he just needed to make it up to you and he would do everything needed for you to forgive him because he wanted this, he wanted you and this family you had created, no matter how long it took.

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[h-c-u]

Keep your eyes open

Summary: Mirror sex. Nothing else. Not even a crumb of plot.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader (no y/n, just honorifics) 

W/C: 4k

Rating: +18, age Gap, size difference, praise kink, oral hyper-fixation, marking, overstimulation, soft!dom/sub

A/N: I'm back, bitches! xD Bon Appétit <3

Masterlist | List of tags

Was the whole room vibrating, or was it just you...? Your mind needed a moment to focus and find yourself back in reality.

Your whole body felt dangerously hot, even though your skin was covered in the thin layer of sweat and you could feel your hair sticking to your face. Your breath was irregular, and heavy, as if you were drowning and someone just pulled you to the surface, and you were trying your best to get enough oxygen into your lungs. Your heart was beating so intensely that you could feel it even in your fingertips and toes... There was a metallic taste on your tongue, and you realised that you bit your lower lip so hard that you drew blood, but you were too overwhelmed to feel the pain.

When your breathing finally calmed down, a heavy sweet and salty scent hit your nostrils, invading your brain and reminding you of what just happened.

You were sitting in Toto's lap, although sitting was a very generous word for the state you were in. Your back was tightly pressed against his chest and for once in your life, his skin was colder than yours. That sensation helped your mind remember how to form coherent thoughts. He was using his knees to keep your legs open, letting them hang limp in the air, not able to reach the ground, so even if you could move - you wouldn't be able to escape. Toto's strong arm was holding your torso under your breasts, keeping you in the upright position as his other hand was gently caressing your thigh. Your head was resting on his shoulder, and it felt so heavy, even though you felt as if you were floating somewhere under the ceiling. His cheek was pressed to your temple and in his low, rumbling voice he was whispering things your mind wasn't able to comprehend.

Very slowly you moved your hands and placed them over his, trying to hold onto him even more, because you still felt like you could slip in between the cracks of reality. But the tone alone was able to soothe you in the way nothing else ever could. You could feel his chest vibrating behind you, while his hand moved from your thigh to your abdomen, covering almost all of it. His rough fingers were tracing unrecognisable shapes on your skin giving you goosebumps, but you loved that sensation. A huge smile sprawled across your face as you finally came back to your body.

You gently squeezed his big forearms, letting him know that you were coherent again, and when you did that - he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

- You want me to do that again...? - he asked in a hushed whisper, and the only thing you could do was nod your head slowly. - You're being so good for me, just let me take care of you... - he pressed another kiss to your head as his hand left your body for a short moment to grab the vibrating wand again, but you stopped him mid-move... Of that, you had enough. - Oh...? - he asked with a fake innocence in his voice. You could hear a sly smile that showed up on his face; you didn't even have to look at him. - You don't want more...? - he teased, even though he already knew exactly what you were asking for.

You let out a quiet mewl of protest, wriggling your hips just a little bit, grinding against his very erect cock, which was gently resting in between your folds, already soaked with your previous releases, but Toto hadn't had his yet... He always took care of you first, no matter what. He even joked sometimes that at his age he might not be able to keep up with you anymore, but that was bullshit because he was almost always able to outlast you; the control he had over his own body... It was something to be admired, especially in moments like this.

- And you think you're ready...? - he asked in a soft, teasing, almost condescending tone as he gently traced his fingers on the inside of your thighs, giving you goosebumps that spread all over your body. His hands rested on your hips for a moment, where his thumbs gently rubbed the skin before he pulled you back, allowing his shaft to slide up, teasing your clit along the way, which drew another twitch from your body. You couldn't help but part your lips, letting out a soft whine from between them, as his hand travelled up your body, teasing your nipples, until he reached your jaw, where his delicate touch tightened. He roughly grabbed you and forced you to look in the mirror in front of you.

You looked absolutely obscene...

Your eyes looked like they were made of glass, your lips were swollen and puffed from constant biting, and your skin glistened in the soft, dim light. Your neck and shoulders were covered in hickeys and bitemarks, already filling up with crimson. Before your gaze travelled lower, you looked up, to catch Toto's grin, but it was far from malicious; he resembled a proud cat, who presented the fruits of his bountiful hunt. He gently nudged your temple with his nose and playfully bit the top of your ear when he noticed you were looking at him, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. But it wasn't long before he guided your head forward again so you could go back to examining your body.

Your hair was a mess, sticking not only to your own flushed skin, but also to Toto's, and your nipples stood proudly erect from all the stimulation, and just by looking at them you could feel them tensing even more. You were spread open by his legs, your most vulnerable parts exposed and displayed... Well... They were just a minute ago, but right in the reflection they were hidden behind a long, thick cock, which tip reached your navel, and just the sight of it made you swallow.

When you saw it for the first time, you were convinced there was no chance he'd ever fit inside you, but somehow he made it fit.

As if out of its own volition, your hand travelled to his shaft, and as soon as your fingers traced the length, Toto hissed quietly in your ear, which made you retreat and look down, but that didn't help, because instead of a reflection, your gaze met the real thing and you instantly started salivating. The smooth texture of a dark pink tip was almost glistening in the soft light, and you could see how tensely the skin was stretched over the girth, giving the impression that it was almost too thick to be contained. Every vein was not only visible but practically emphasized... And when it suddenly twitched and touched your abdomen - there was a sticky spot of precum left on your skin.

- I asked you a question, Angel... - he said with a playful grin, and you instantly looked up to catch his beautiful chocolate eyes staring back at you from the mirror. You swallowed loudly and looked down again as if to make sure, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Or rather what you were about to get inside you.

But somehow words eluded you, so instead you just nodded slowly without breaking eye contact with Toto's reflection.

- Well, if you're sure... - he chuckled quietly... - But first I need you to promise me one thing. Do you think you can do that for me...? - he asked, the cunning smile still echoing in his voice. You nodded again, and he licked your exposed neck, soothing the nasty bite he already left there. When he looked at you again, his gaze darkened. - Keep your eyes open. - he said in a stern voice, and you couldn't help but swallow, because you knew what was about to come, and even though every cell in your body craved it, you were aware that it wasn’t going to be possible without a certain amount of pain. - Yeah...? - he asked after not receiving any confirmation from you.

- Yeah... - it was all you were able to say, your voice still strained and raspy from all the screaming.

- Good girl... - he growled and playfully bit your earlobe, at the same time pulling you even closer into him. You almost closed your eyes when his hands started moving down your body, but you stopped yourself at the last second and looked in the mirror again. Your gaze was pulled to Toto's hands under your thighs, where he gave you a gentle squeeze, letting you know to get ready and relax, before lifting you until his thick tip was pressed against your entrance, and suddenly you weren't so sure if you were ready. He looked almost comically big next to you.

But then he started slowly lowering you, and it was too late to back out. At first, there was only the pressure of his smooth head pushing against your opening, without being able to penetrate, until suddenly his cock slid forward on a slippery mess, shot up gliding between your folds and teasing your clit, which forced a loud squeal from between your lips. You could feel his chest moving behind you, as he tried to mask a chuckle. But he didn't say anything... Instead, he pressed a long kiss to your shoulder and lifted you again.

For a moment you thought that the scenario would repeat itself when that pressure at your entrance grew, but then your already relaxed body lost the battle and gave in, swallowing almost a third of his shaft in one go, driving all air from your lungs in a loud squeak. It took a good few seconds for your brain to process the stimuli, and for a moment you didn't even feel the burning pain of being stretched so much that clenching was impossible, but when it hit you, tears almost instantly started gathering in the corners of your eyes... It was all too much, and a single sob left your mouth.

- Oh, I know it hurts, Angel, I'm sorry... - Toto whispered straight into your ear and rubbed his cheek against your temple. - You're being so good for me, taking me so well... - he continued praising you; his hot breath whiffed over your skin causing almost painful goosebumps. You sniffled quietly and mumbled something your brain couldn't comprehend at the moment, your nervous system completely flooded with the sensations coming from inside of you. - Hmmm? What's that? - he made sure that you didn't use your safe word, but you only weakly repeated the quiet plea. - No, baby, we can't stop yet, I'm not even halfway there and your pussy is too pretty to be half empty... - your sobs grew a little bit louder, and the tears finally overflowed and started streaming down your cheeks. - Shhh, shhh, shhhhhh... It's OK if you cry, you're safe, I promise... I love you so much... - his praise made something in your chest bloom and a familiar warmth spilled from that area... You took one deep breath and nodded, letting him know you were ready to continue.

You let your head roll back and rest on his shoulder while his fingers dug into your flesh as he slowly lifted you again in the air. The thickness of his cock pressed against every single spot inside you on its way out, and you let out another sob, this time louder and you could almost feel him smiling, even though you couldn't see his face from this angle, your nose buried in his neck. Your lips latched onto his skin and you started sucking, trying to distract yourself at least a little from the burning pain coming from between your legs.

He didn't let his whole length leave your body to give you a short break, and as soon as the head was about to pop out of you, he started lowering you again almost mechanically, not speeding up or slowing down, allowing you to get used to the sensations. Before your lips left his skin, you gave him a playful bite over the hickey and rubbed your tears away on his neck and with your own shoulder, because bringing your hands to your face required the amounts of energy you didn't possess at the moment.

You let out a quiet squeal when you felt a familiar pressure against your cervix, and the muscles in your thighs involuntarily clenched. You forced your head up to look in the mirror, but you still didn't have enough strength to keep it upright by yourself, so you rested your temple on Toto's cheek, and the view you saw in front of you almost took your breath away...

Both yours and Toto's skin glistened in the dim warm light, giving the impression that you were covered in a gold mist... Your legs hung loosely in his strong hands, your soft flesh giving into his grip, and every place where his fingers dipped into you looked like a secret oasis of desire, showing how much he didn't want to let you go. You didn't realise that before, but your breath synched with his, or his with yours, and you were moving in perfect harmony, both of your chests rising and falling at the same rhythm as if you were a single organism. And then your gaze travelled lower...

You could see your stomach bulging every time he slowly lowered you down, his massive cock invading your abdomen. You could tell exactly where the tip was and the steady movement almost hypnotized you; you couldn't help yourself and your hand traveled to your stomach, where you could feel him move under the skin. It wasn't the first time you were seeing it, but every time was equally fascinating... Seeing your skin stretching to accommodate something so big, and your opening straining around his girth; he was changing your body in front of your eyes, and you loved it more than you could put into words.

And then he lowered you even more and pain shot through your legs and spine; Toto rammed into your cervix, pushing it back into your body, and you couldn't stop a loud whine that left your lips. Your heart rolled back again, all the sensations too overwhelming to consciously process, so you just let yourself ride it through, trusting him completely.

Toto knew your body well by now, so he squeezed your thighs harder, pulling your attention away from the pain inside you, and he rubbed his cheek against your face, inhaling deeply and allowing your scent to invade his senses.

- You're taking me so well, Angel... So tight for me... - he continued praising you and pressing light kisses everywhere his lips could reach. And with his every word, every thrust, you started to feel the tension building up again, the familiar tightness overtaking your body as his cock constantly stimulated your G spot even with the slightest of moves. You grabbed his forearm with one hand and pressed on your stomach with the other - That's it, baby, that's it... Cum for me, pleeeease cum for me. It's ok, you can do it. - his tone was so soft, putting you at ease and you let yourself go yet again, a quiet moan escaping your lips as your legs involuntarily twitched in his hands, disrupting his steady rhythm, but not stopping completely.

Electricity run through your whole body as the tip of Toto's cock dragged against that spot inside you yet again, and you couldn't stop the loud cry that forced itself from your mouth. Your brain felt fuzzy, and as if it was behind a thick wall, not completely belonging to you. You couldn't lift your head, but your eyes locked with his in the mirror, while sob after quiet sob dropped from between your lips.

- Please... Toto... I can't anymore... - you whined, looking at him with a plea painted all over your face. He only smiled in reply and kissed the top of your head, but he didn't stop moving you up and down, almost like a doll. You wrapped your hands around your body and continued crying as he sped up, your whines matching his moves. But despite the pain and all the stimulation, you didn't close your eyes; after all - he told you not to. And he held your gaze; his eyes darkening with your every plea and you could only see determination in them. He held you even tighter as he continued fucking into you; his thrusts getting faster, more desperate, more erratic. - Toto... I can't... I can't cum anymore... - your voice cracked, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your whole body felt hot and cold at the same time as it hung loosely in his arms and rested against his chest. You barely had enough energy to stay still as he used your body.

- Don't worry, this will be the last one, I promise... I know you can do it, Angel... Here, I'll even go nice and slow to help you a little bit, just to be sure you can take it all, hmmm? - he whispered against your skin and you couldn't even reply coherently, as his movements became more drawn out, more deliberate. He was purposefully angling your body so as much pressure as possible was dragging against that sweet spot inside you at any given moment, and your cries started to mix with moans yet again. - That's it, you're doing amazing... You're such a good girl... Just a little bit longer... - his voice was getting husky and gravely, his breaths shallow and uneven; it couldn't be easy for him to manhandle you like that, but he showed no signs of stopping, continuing to move your body up and down his shaft, a cheeky smile curving his lips as he heard the change in your voice.

Against everything you thought you knew about your body, you started to feel another orgasm approaching; slowly, but unmistakably closing in. You couldn't look away from him, because you knew that if you did, you wouldn't be able to take it any longer and his beautiful dark chocolate eyes were the only thing grounding you in reality.

Your broken sobs became higher the closer you were to the peak, and Toto knew it well, that's why you almost screamed in protest when he suddenly stopped, dropping you completely onto his cock, sheathing it in full inside you.

- Toto... Toto, pleeeeease. Please, please, please, I am so close... - you whined and looked up at him, trying to look into his eyes up close, as if that could help.

- I thought you said you couldn't cum anymore... - he teased with a sly smile and a cold shiver ran through your spine. He wouldn't... He couldn't, right...?

- Nononononono... Please... I was wrong, please... - tears of desperation were streaming down your cheeks, but you couldn't care less.

- Oh, Angel... - his voice was soft and soothing; he could never resist your pleas. He playfully bit the side of your neck and immediately licked it at the same time moving you up again and a quiet squeal tore itself from between your lips. - Just a little bit longer... Can you do that for me...? Can you wait for me...? - he whispered quietly with his nose digging into your cheek, his words composed more from heavy breathing than actual sound.

Instead of replying you just nodded enthusiastically and pressed yourself into his chest even harder; not sure when your own body ended and his began. And then he picked up the speed again, and you just couldn't stop your eyes from rolling back into your head. You had to wrap your arms around yourself, so they wouldn't be flailing widely in the rhythm of Toto's moves. You could feel your breasts bouncing, straining against gravity, the slight sting of skin slapping against skin, the sound filling the room in tandem with other sounds. Moans, growls, whines, and whimpers mixed with each other in an unnamed symphony, accompanied by the loud squelching coming from your pussy.

Toto's fingers dug deeper into your flesh to get a tighter grip; your skin was covered in a layer of sweat and he didn't want to accidentally drop you. And if that meant that you'd be donning bruises in the shape of his fingers for the next few days... Oh well.

You were so fucking close... You could almost taste it with your mouth wide open, willing your body to hold on for just a little bit longer. You didn't even feel your fingernails drawing blood from where you were holding onto yourself.

And then something shifted in the air. Toto's growls became deeper and louder, and you could just tell that he closed his eyes and that his eyebrows gathered closer, focusing on the culmination of today's evening. He started thrusting up, although, in the position you were in, it wasn't easy. His face was pressed into your shoulder, his hot breath giving you goosebumps all over.

It wasn't long before you could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you right before release, and as soon as he released the first spurt of cum right against your cervix, he dropped you onto his cock, wrapped his hand around your waist and with the other reached down ad started rubbing your clit with just enough pressure that you came instantly releasing an exhausted yet satisfied cry, allowing your body to act on its own.

Your legs curled up, your toes crossed each other and your stomach tensed, and if not for Toto's arm, you would have slid down from his lap onto the floor. And then he continued rubbing, as all air left your lungs and you became quiet. Or maybe you screamed...? You weren't quite sure, because the only thing you were able to hear was a loud, rapid heartbeat ringing in your ears, as you were spasming around Toto's giant cock inside you. He made you ride your orgasm to the fullest, relishing in the feeling of your soft walls squeezing around him, as your body twitched uncontrollably until it couldn't anymore.

You were left limply laying in Toto's hold, and after you were able to catch your breath you let out a quiet, raspy chuckle.

- I swear to gods, the things you do to me... - you said with disbelief, your mouth was so dry that when you closed it, your tongue almost stuck to the roof of your mouth. Toto joined you in the quiet laughter, his chest rumbling gently under your back

- Ich liebe dich... - he mumbled and pulled you up his lap, even closer to him than you already were, and hid his face in the nook of your neck, taking a deep breath. You lifted your hand and ran your fingers through his soft hair.

- I love you too... - you chuckled again, not exactly by choice... Your body still didn't belong fully to you and it tried to release all the accumulated tension in any way it could, and that also meant that you still randomly twitched from time to time, but that didn't stop you from noticing that Toto's giant hand found it's way to your abdomen, fingers tracing the bulge he was a cause of. - You're not planning on pulling out, are you... - it was more of a statement than a question and your tone was light, almost like a warm laughter.

- I wouldn't dream about it. - he replied and started sucking on the skin of your shoulder again, and you just knew that you were going to wake up with another load of his cum inside you.

Eventually, you were able to look up at your reflection again, and you didn't even try to hide a giant smile that curved your lips. There was no way you could hide all the bitemarks, hickeys and bruises in the coming days, but neither could he, so at least you were matching. 

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Toto Wolff #Toto Wolff fanfiction #Toto Wolff smut #Toto Wolff x reader

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birthday kisses: t.wolff

pairing/au: toto wolff x black socialite!reader smau

summary: toto spoils you on your special day.

warning: nsfw 18+, mdni, age gap (reader is late 20s), fluff, pet names, toto is giving sd vibes but he’s your bf, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, praise kink, minor size kink, breeding kink, soft!dom toto tendencies.

note: this is extremely self-indulgent and the sexual content is extremely explicit and long so please read those warning before continuing. yesterday was my birthday and I couldn’t stop thinking about him lol. enjoy my loves!

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thelovelyyn Despite his busy schedule, loulou was able to make time for me and fly us out to our special place for my birthday 💋.

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You giggled as you read through the comments on your post as laid beside him. After Toto had woken you up with flowers and an early breakfast, he dragged you back to bed and played with your body until you had climaxed as least twice.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked as he turned his face into your neck and placed soft kisses on your flushed skin.

“My followers are trying to guess who you are.” You replied as you placed your phone onto the side table and shifted your body so that your legs were entangled. Toto’s disheveled hair was softly brushing against his forehead as he looked down at you with a lazy smile on his face.

Your body was in his arms as you laid beneath him, skin to skin.

“I thought that we had agreed to become public today?”

“I know but I want to keep the suspense going on a little bit. I’ll post something later, in the evening.” You explained as both of your hands were on the nape of his neck, playing with the strands of his hair.

“Whatever you want sweetheart.” Toto mumbled before leaning down closer and brushing his lips against yours. Your body melted as you opened your legs further as he slotted his body in between your thighs. Your mouth fell open as you gasped, feeling his hardening cock on the flesh of your thigh.

His kisses were like molasses, his tongue pouring into your mouth like sweet honey. Your cunt was weeping for more of his attention as if he hadn’t been inside of you an hour ago. Your manicured nails scratched at his scalp which caused him to groan into your mouth.

Toto broke away from the kiss and trailed tender kisses along your jawline and then down the column of your neck. “If I don’t stop now, we wont be able to leave this bed and every thing that I had planned for us for the day would go to waste.” He whispered into your skin before he took a deep breath and pulled his body away from you with great reluctance.

You smiled at him as your eyes drank him in, letting your gaze explore every part of him. Years of experience showed on him and he wore them with great confidence. Hard in the right places and soft in others and you loved every inch of him. His thickness stood erect in between his legs. Thinking about the way that he had brought you pleasure over the year and had your thighs clenching.

A part of you wanted to tell him to forget about the plans and spend the day with him in the suite with your body on his. However, the fact that Toto would need to fly out to Saudi Arabia for coming race weekend put your lazy thoughts to rest.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Toto mumbled, a smiled blossoming across his face as he swatted your rising leg that had been coming towards his chest.

“I can’t help it. You’re too handsome.” You complimented him which caused him to roll his eyes as he got off the bed and picked you up into his arms and began walking towards the bathroom.

“You flutter me sweet girl but today it’s all about you. I should be the one showering you with praises.”

“You do that everyday.” You giggled as you placed a peck on his chest.

“And you deserve it even more today.”

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“I think our fans have caught on before the main post has been uploaded. We’re the talk of the twitter streets all thanks to your back.” You told Toto as you walked to the main area of the suite where he was he packed your presents and gifts away.

“I was wearing a cap and a jacket, how did people even pick up that it was me.” He chuckled as he turned around to you at his full height.

“You have a pretty distinctive figure. I’ve spent so much time looking at you that I could probably point out who you were even if my vision was blurred.” Your last comment caused Toto to laugh.

He took your hand into yours and pulled you into his embrace until he was able to cup your head into his hands. “Did you enjoy your day baby?”

“I loved it. Thank you for everything.” You whispered as you looked into his eyes. Toto had spent the day spoiling you. A trip to the local market to get some sentimental souvenirs and then a personal boat ride along the coast line. You spent most of the day out in the water swimming and enjoying each other’s company.

Once back on land in the evening, he took you to dinner at your favourite Italian bistro and surprised you with a live performance from a local artist that you come to love since the last time you had visited the area.

Despite all of the materialistic things that he had been able to provide, Toto had poured his love, time and care into you and you overwhelmed with how much you loved him. You were happy.

His eyes danced around your features, drinking them in like he was looking at you for the first time. He held you in his arms as your bodies seemed to dance to a silent tune.

“I love the way you look at me.” You softly say as your eyes lock with his.

“I love looking at you.” His head tipped against your forehead causing his nose to bump against yours. The touch aroused a shameless giggle to leave you before your lips touched his. Your arms shot up and wrapped around his neck as you relaxed into his hold.

His hands moved along the sides of your body and across your back as he pulled you in closer as he enjoyed the feel of your soft skin underneath his fingertips. A soft sigh left you as Toto had began to press kisses on your neck until he got to the sweet spot where your jaw met your neck.

You could feel his smile against his skin as you jerked in his arms as he used his teeth to tease the sensitive spot. Toto let his skim over your drumming pulse, leaving a kiss on the vein as he made his way back up your jawline before stopping in front of your lips.

“Toto.” you mumbled against his lips as your eyes peered up at his.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Don’t take it easy on me. I want it all.”

“Are you sure you want that tonight?” He smirked, raising one eyebrow at you as he leaned back to look at you to check for any uncertainty.

He found none.

“I’m sure.”

He took you to the bedroom and did not waste any time in undressing you. Laying kisses on your skin as he did so and by the time he was drawing your thongs down the length of your legs, you were drowning in your own arousal.

Toto laid you on the bed and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Something dark and filled with lust rested in his eyes as he sank to his knees before you. Without breaking eye contact, Toto leaned in and let his lips touch the skin on the inner most part of your right thigh – it made goosebumps prickle across your skin and a hitch of breath to get stuck in your throat.

He softly chuckled at the reaction. It was the same one every time and he would never get tired of hearing it. His eyes locked in your soaked cunt and he groaned.

“Look at this pretty pussy.” He said. “All messy for me isn’t it schatz?”

“Y-yes,” you managed to stutter out – your whole body alight under his dark gaze. Toto hooked his hand under your thighs and then placed them over his shoulders giving him the most perfect view of your wet cunt.

“You told me not to take it easy on you yeah?” He whispered as you looked down at him. This time you didn’t give him a verbal answer, you just nodded your head. Toto closed the distance and buried his face between your legs. He started with a kiss directly on your clit before he dipped lower to taste you properly. Small and breathy sighs escaped your lips as your hand ran through his hair to keep it from falling over his face but also to anchor yourself as the flat of his tongue lapped at the seam of your cunt, not letting any of your arousal miss his mouth.

His mouth felt so good.

His mouth always felt so good but today there was something electric in the way his tongue teased your hole before going back to pay attention to your clit.

You couldn’t hold back your moans. Your legs dug into the groves of his back as you moved your body bucked to the patterns of Toto’s tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You exclaimed when he found your clit again, an intensity building in your core as you continued to buck your hips into his face. Spurred on by your noises and movements, Toto sucked on your sensitive bud, laving his tongue over it in lazy strokes and repeating the actions over and over until your legs were trapping in his head.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your back arched off the bed. Your orgasm was approaching quickly and all it took was one more sweep of his tongue on your clit before your floodgates opened and you came into Toto’s mouth. Your body had locked up and kept him in between your thighs as you tried to calm down.

Your first orgasm had rocked you. For how much Toto loved to speak, he also knew how to use his mouth very well for other things. When your legs began to relax, he pressed soft kisses in the creases of your thighs.

His kisses trailed back up your body as his big hands held you steady while your chest heaved for breath as you tried to calm down. He hummed as a lazy smile spread across his face as he hovered above you. He was still dressed but his skin was tinting red with the bottom half of his face, wet from your cunt.

“Sit up and lean against the pillows.” He instructed you. You didn’t hesitate to follow what he had told you. “Spread your legs … yeah, that’s it.” Toto kept his eyes on you as he stripped his body of his clothing. He stood in front of her at the edge of the bed with his cock in his hand as he jerked himself.

Your hands were itching to travel down body and shove your fingers inside of your pussy but he hadn’t told you to do any of that. You bit your lip as you watched him continue stroking himself. He was clearly affected too.

He was panting as he used his thumb to spread his pre-cum across his tip. The move caused you to lick your lips with a slight hunger.

“You want my dick in your mouth baby?” He smirked as he caught you.

“Yeah.” You whispered as a blush creeps up your cheeks. The bed dips with the weight of Toto shifting on top of it until he was hovering above you.

“Maybe tomorrow but tonight is all about me giving you exactly what you wanted.” He shocked you by shifting your positions until you were above him. You gasped as you placed your hands on either side of his head to steady yourself.

“Sit on this dick. Take it.” You settle your legs comfortably on either side of his waist as he leaned back on the headrest as you hovered your hips above his impressive cock. You placed one hand on his shoulder as you guided his dick into your cunt.

His hands steadied your hips as you slowly sank down onto him. Your mouth fell open as the size of him stretched your walls open. Your cunt was still softly aching from this morning but you felt whole with him back inside of you. He tried to ease you all the way down and once you were filled to the brim.

“Uuuuhhh.” You whimpered feeling him so deeply. Toto reached forward and placed a soft kiss on your chest as he moved one of his hands to the bottom of your back and began to guide your movement.

“That’s it schatz, takin’ all that cock for me like the good girl you are.” He praised you as you rocked forward in his lap to the set tempo.

“You always feel so deep like this.” You breathed out as you dug your nails into the muscles of his shoulders. The expression on your face right now is why Toto loved starting out with you on top. He smiled as soft mewls left your lips.

“Because it feels good doesn’t it liebling.” He cooed and you frantically nodded your head. You couldn’t answer because all you feel was his cock hitting your spot and you could see stars behind your eyes.

“Bounce on this cock baby. I need you to come on my cock.”

You had tried to start off slow but you were already tethering on the edge of your second orgasm. Your bounces were fast and eager - the drag of his cock inside you felt so different tonight. You opened your eyes and took him in. His eyes were glazed over as he parted his lips to let out unrestricted sounds. The noises that he made were deep and rugged, moving his hips to meet the momentum of your pleasure.

“Liebling you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned. “You’re about to come aren’t you? You’re about to come on my cock.”

“Uh-uh,” you moaned as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your thighs were burning from how fast you were working them but it didn’t matter until his thumb hit your clit.

“Oh shit! Oh shit!” You gasped as you fell forward until your head hit his shoulders as your entire being shook as your climax rocked your body. Both of his hands wrapped around your waist as he stilled you and fucked up into you as you fell apart in his arms.

Breathy, whiny moans left you in quick succession as you drenched his length. Feeling your cum soak him causes Toto to loudly groan. “I love the way you soak me.”

He held you until your tremors had subsided.

Then his soft touch turned hard. Toto folded your body, pliant under his touch - he put you underneath him on your stomach with your ass in the air, supported by pillows as your still quaking legs.

Toto pushes back in and your eyes cross at the stretch of his cock. Your fingers pull at the sheets underneath your fingertips as you mewl when he bottoms out, hips flush against the back of your thighs. “My perfect girl. Tight like a vice around me. You have no idea how good you feel.”

“Baby.” You whimpered as he moved to pull out until only his head remained inside. His hands parted your ass cheeks as he watched himself sink back into you.

“I wish how beautiful your pussy looks when it’s stuffed full of me.” His words were dripping with unadulterated filth. His words, his hips powering his thrusts, his scent, you were completely drunk with lust.

When you had told him to not take it easy on you, you had assumed that Toto would take you hard and fast but no, he took the other route of overstimulation. You were only able to handle two orgasms before your body became sensitive.

Your third orgasm was on the rise.

He lowered himself until his strong chest was pressing into your back - his teeth nipping the tip of your ear. "From the moment I saw you that day, I knew I had to have you. You were so beautiful schatz.” Your walls clamped down on him involuntarily, wrenching a pained noise from him.

"Fucking hell, this pussy is magical. And it’s all mine.”

“It’s y-yours baby.” You gassed through rugged breaths of air.

“That’s right baby. I’m never letting you go.” Toto grinded into your ass, going in so deep it felt like he was trying to touch your womb. He placed his hands flat on either side of your head as he rolled his hips in a rhythmic languid motion until loud, squelching noises coming from where the two of you were connected.

Your hands wrapped around his wrists as you took his pounds in stride. “Oh please!” You cried, begging as your stomach tightened in knots. Toto growled as he shook your hand away and wrapped his palm around your neck and turned your head in a way that forced him to look up at you.

He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “The look on your face right now makes me want to fuck you more.”

You were at a loss for the words. In the time that you’d been with the older man, he’d never fucked you like this - this was the fucking of a man unhinged and you loved it.

His whole body was covering you with his full weight behind every spine-curling thrust. His hand was restricting your air as his dick punched the breath out of your lungs, wails clawing out of your throat but failing to come out.

Toto had finally broken you. You mind had gone blank and your body seemed to have gone momentarily numb as you finally snapped —

Your mouth fell open as a loud scream left you, your eyelids squeezed shut as you broke underneath him, heat gushing from where Toto continued to sink into you with a steady, slow rhythm that never ended

“That was the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done for me sweetheart. Squirting all over me but still taking my dick because you’re such a good girl huh.” His praise made you swoon and clench tightly on his cock.

Your bodies were drenched in sweat and the musk of your love-making.

Toto dragged your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it hard as you took his sloppy thrusts. His harsh panting was music to your ears until he moaned “I’m so close baby, so fucking close.”

With all of the strength that you had left, you mastered the words that would break any man.

“Come in me, please.”

And they definitely broke him. His body collapsed, dropping the both of you onto the bed. His hands gripped your hips as he slammed his hips into yours. One … two … three … Toto roared out his release - his cock twitching inside of your used cunt and filling you with his spend.

His damp forehead touched your back as he took in deep breaths of air as tremors of his climax send waves through his body.

Your eyes were closed as you silently took in how thoroughly fucked you had been. Then he began to leave kisses along the column of your spine.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

Happy birthday to you indeed.

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mercedesamgf1 Happy Birthday YN! The factory misses you.

⤷thelovelyyn mercedesamgf1 thank you! will be visiting again soon!

lewishamilton thank god. now people can stop thinking that we’re together.

⤷ thelovelyyn lewishamilton like anyone wants you anyway 😆

⤷lewishamilton thelovelyyn my girl would beg to differ

teamlh6 lewishamilton your girl????? EXCUSE ME!!!

mercfan01 A true fashion girlie is about to grace the paddock. I’m living!

ynfanpage05 the fact that you’ve been together for a year now 😭 we need the pictures sister

⤷thelovelyyn ynfanpage05 Toto hates selfies but I’ll post all my fave pictures over time 😂

userfan829 Seeing Toto with you has charmed me.

ynfan178 I would have never expected that you guys would be a couple but seeing the two of you together is like a breath of fresh air.

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SOMETHING DESIRED !!! TOTO W. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: "don't mix business with pleasure" they said, but who were they to stop her and toto from wanting each other?

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), based on a request from my ask, use of explicit language, rbr test driver!horner!reader (christian's sister), forbidden love trope-ish, porn with plot, unprotected sex (plz don't do that), office sex, lowk filthy, size kink (heavy on this), choking, dacryphilia

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she wanted him. and he wanted her too. he just refused to let his desires give in to save face.

and she hated it so much. she hated that she saw him as someone else’s younger sister and nothing else. 

she hated that she was even related to christian horner of all people. she usually didn’t care about christian— she had no reason to dislike him as he’d been nothing but a caring brother. she just hated that toto wolff saw her as nothing but an extension to christian’s surname. 

she supposed that’s what would happen as she entered the motorsports industry later than he did. it wasn’t her fault that christian was twenty years older than her.

it wasn’t his fault either. but to be told that you were off limits to every single man in the grid and every team? she loathed her brother so much.

because amongst those men that christian horner had warned, the mercedes amg team principal became the subject of her interest— and her desire for him grew as her brother and toto wolff became friends outside of their teams. 

“you don’t have to mix business with pleasure,” she almost scoffed when christian told her about his friendship with toto.

how hypocritical, she thought, because even i’m not allowed to see drivers or staff outside of business hours for ‘pleasurable’ reasons. 

at the age of 30, many would’ve expected her to be shackled to some man outside of the industry— probably married to him with a child. 

yet here she was, a single woman whose title as a test driver for red bull racing expired a few weeks ago. she appreciated the opportunity given by her brother— the team principal, really. but the longer she worked for his team the longer his big brother act would prevent her from wanting anyone. 

and if christian told her that she couldn’t have anyone, then he too couldn’t have her intelligence that helped bring his team to success.

and when the rumours of her contract’s expiration went around the pit lane— every team scouted her. after all, this horner was an important asset to red bull’s success for this season and the season ahead of them.

she could’ve accepted scuderia ferrari’s offer. amongst the desperate teams that rolled the red carpet for her, the scarlet team offered her a large sum of money. they wanted her knowledge in car development as much as they wanted her expertise in driving. 

yet she didn’t choose the money. instead, she found herself sitting across from the mercedes team principal. why?

“you’ve been looking well,” toto started, his eyes trained on her as he spoke, “did your brother’s team stress you out that much?” 

“being in that team is stressful, alright,” she scoffed, earning a deep chuckle from toto as she continued, “30 years old and i’m still being treated like i’m sixteen. all they wanted was my brain— yet my brother kept me on a tight leash as if i didn’t know any better outside this industry.” 

“so now you’ve decided to let your contract expire,” toto said with a nod of understanding. “he can’t do so much about it. you’re a free woman.”

“i’ve always been,” she gave him a grim smile and quipped, “all the men in our business just refused to believe that because of who my brother was.”

“you were a younger woman,” toto said with a gulp, “it was only right of christian to protect you like he did.”

“and five years later, i’ve grown,” she bit back.

“you are still his younger sister,” toto reasoned. he knew where the younger horner was getting at here. 

there was an unspoken agreement between the two that they wanted each other. they’ve agreed on it during dinners, during their family vacations and during those days when toto wolff was invited into christian’s home and she was there too.

they’ve always agreed on it. yet toto was letting her down like this— like the agreement should remain unspoken and unheard of. 

“are you seriously going to let his stupid mouth and his whole big brother act dictate what you want, toto?” she asked with a hint of irritation in her tone. “i’m not christian— and he’s not me because he doesn’t know how much you fucking want me. and i do. i do understand.” 

“i allowed myself a couple of months— months to decide on whether or not i was going to stay in his team,” she continued. “i could’ve signed before the season was over but i didn’t. because this gives me the chance to work with your team— to work with you.”

“this,” she pointed at the contract in front of her. “gives me the chance to make you realize that i’m not just an extension to your friend’s name. that your feelings for me shouldn’t be deterred by your friendship with my brother— who i want nothing to do with because it’s not his life that’s being put on hold. it’s mine.”

she let out a heavy sigh and chuckled humourlessly. “but i suppose we shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.”

he merely stared at her as she stood up. she flashed him a smile as if she hadn’t just gone off and berated him for listening too much to christian. 

then she said, “i’ll come back next week. i’m expecting the contract agreement to be modified by then so we can finalize the deal.”

yeah, who the fuck was christian for him to dictate who she wanted and who toto wanted? 

the door slammed shut as she turned around, the gap between her and toto was little to nothing as his breath fanned across her face. he dipped his head and captured her lips in a lustful kiss. 

she almost moaned at the feeling of his tongue tangling with hers. her body burned in desire as she craved for more. 

toto wanted more too, and she could tell that by the way he ravaged her without hesitation. 

his office at the factory was filled with nothing but silent screams and sounds of low growl and skin slapping. everybody had left hours before she arrived at the factory. 

thankfully the mercedes staff wouldn’t have to hear their employer fucking the most scouted talent at the pit lane right now— and even if they did, it was in their best interest to keep their mouth shut about it. 

but toto and the woman couldn’t find themselves to care at the moment, both were too drawn to each other as toto’s cock thrusted into her deeply. 

she held into the leather couch and cried quietly, tears threatening to fall from the pleasure that she felt when his cock continued to rub against the sensitive spot that nestled inside her cunt. 

“fuck, schatz,” toto hissed from behind her, pulling her back against his chest as he wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed it lightly. she gasped, catching the last of her breath before he let go and kept his hand around her. 

then his other hand took hers and placed her palm flat against her stomach, making her squirm and moan. “do you feel that, liebling? that’s my cock. such a filthy girl- wanting a big cock inside this little pussy of hers,” he chuckled darkly as he continued to fuck her.

she loved the feeling of it— his cock buried in her cunt while he manhandled her body. the constant protrusion in her stomach drove her wild. she had always known that toto was taller and bigger than most— she just hadn’t expected to crave for more when she felt her lower stomach bulging as he fucked her. 

“so desperate f’me,” he muttered, bottoming out inside of her as she whined. her whining subsided when he squeezed her throat again.

“ah shit~” she gasped breathlessly, feeling the pressure around her neck increasing as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. 

“so fucking tight,” toto grunted in her ear, nipping on it as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. “is this what i’ve been missing out on, then? your desperation for me and for my cock, hm?”

and when his grip loosened, she let out a sigh and quietly whimpered, “yes— wanted your cock so bad, toto.”

“you’ve got it now, schatz,” he muttered, moaning at her walls throbbing around him as he continued, “i fucked my cock at the thought of you, you know? wanted to fuck you so bad as much as you wanted me.”

“stroked my cock when you wore those short dresses,” he taunted, earning a whimper from her as she continued to listen to his filthy words, “wishing it’s your hands. i could just hear your voice telling me how your hands couldn’t even wrap themselves around my cock- you are so small in comparison to me— i can’t believe this cunt of yours could even fit all of me.”

“toto, i- i,” she whined, “‘m- ah, hah~ ‘m gonna cum.”

“i know, liebling,” his thrusting became frantic as he chased his high and hers. “i can feel your cunt around me— you’re about to cum aren’t you?”

“mhm— toto pleaseee~” she cried out, “please cum inside me.”

“yeah? you want me to cum inside you?” he hummed in pleasure, “do you want me to fuck this pussy of yours ‘til you’re full of my cum?” 

“ye- yes, yes!” she exclaimed, mewling as she continued to plead, “‘s so- so good. so fucking good— please fill me up!” 

“how bad do you want it?” he could feel himself nearing his orgasm as well, but he couldn’t help himself. “tell me. how bad do you want it, liebling?”

“soooo bad~ god! toto,” she sobbed.

“it’s just me, liebling, there’s no need to call me god,” he chuckled one last time as he groaned loudly, feeling her spongy walls clenching around him as she let out a loud whine. “fuuuuck~ schatz, i’m gonna— oh fuck!” 

his cock twitched against her walls and painted them white, his thrusting slowing down as he let out a long sigh. 

pulling out of her, toto sat on the couch and observed her tear stained face with a smile. his large hand pulled her body on his lap, hearing her breath quiver as she gathered her composure.

“this better not be the last time, toto,” she whispered in his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft sigh. 

he chuckled quietly, “you’re working alongside me now, schatz. and you’re stuck with me outside of work. i know this isn’t the last time.” 

don’t mix business with pleasure? sure. 

after all, business brought stress. pleasure took the stress away. 

toto knew that she’d be able to handle both. he was nothing but proud of her. he couldn’t believe that this resilient woman finally became his. 

he wouldn’t let go of her that easily. not when he finally had her.

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The Lonely Hearts Party

Fluff | Toto x reader fem!mercemployee

Summary: You have been receiving the most gorgeous flowers at your desk every Wednesday morning for weeks now as a mysterious admirer seems to be in love with you. The entire factory, your besties at work, and you all wonder who he is. Could it be the one you truly wish for? Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader Mercedes employee. Genre: Fluff and romance. Author's note: This is a Toto x Reader fanfic set at the Brackley Headquarters on Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day to all of you! Send you lots of love. Masterlist > My Toto Woff fics

The most beautiful flowers have been arriving at your desk every Wednesday morning for almost a month now. Every week, as you reach your office in the early hours, they are already in place to welcome you. 

You love smelling them; they are always fresh and sweet-scented, and you love to look at them even more.

You feel a rush of excitement to read the handwritten note that always comes attached, filled with a different poem paragraph each time, something along the lines of "She walks in beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that's best of dark and bright."

Every girl in your department finds it so romantic, the mysterious admirer, but you and your besties at work, Rose and Oliver, who work in the same station that you, joke about finding it a bit creepy. 

"The Creepy Flower Guy" is a nickname you came up with to refer to him as an inside joke, being the three of you true crime enthusiasts.

—Maybe it's one of those garden gnomes HR placed outside —Oliver jokes as he finishes eating his scrambled eggs after you told them about the new Lilacs you received that morning at the breakfast quick break. —Perhaps he fell in love with you by watching you walk past —he jokes.

The hilarious idea of a tiny plastic guy sneaking into the headquarters, wearing his little red hat and fast feet to get incognito to your office, and on his tiptoes, placing the flowers on your desk makes you giggle.

You have to give it to HR this time; those gnomes were a great addition to the garden's pond; every time you sit on the benches near it, you enjoy the new scene the mechanics or engineers put together every few days, having fun moving the gnomes around or placing them in the funniest scenes, even someone during winter knitted them Christmas sweaters.

—Or maybe one day we'll find you dead on the floor, poisoned in your desk after inhaling azaleas for too long —Rose adds with the most casual tone as she bites her sandwich.

—Or you go missing! Kidnapped at the parking lot by "The Creep" —Oliver adds. 

—GUYS! —Ava turns around after overhearing the conversation; she is sitting at the same long table in the cafeteria, not getting your usual dark humor, a bit concerned, and creeped out. —You three need to cool it down with those goddamn crime podcasts!

—NEVER! —all of you answer at the same time.

—You freaks!

As you all finish breakfast, in a rush because the "off-season" is always the busiest time at the factory, you ask out loud. —Who do you think it is? 

—It's evident! It's... —Grace from the control room team starts saying.

—Lewis Hamilton! —and she finishes along with the other five people on the table now. 

Oh, the classic joke.

The entire table burst into laughter. It's a common joke to do about Lewis since almost every family member or friend thinks that working in the Mercedes racing team instantly makes you Lewis's best friend and that you always hang out with the guy, which couldn't be further away from reality. 

Most of you only see him in corporate gatherings or pass by from building to building, usually on his way to the simulator or in the hallways on a lucky day. 

He is always sweet and polite with the team and staff but quite distant; he still is Lewis fucking Hamilton. Unless you are part of his immediate team or Toto's, you get that privilege reserved for the key players only. 

Even so, almost everyone has a Lewis or Bottas story, and ALL of you have Niki's anecdotes cause that man is bonkers and a LEGEND. 

Most of them go hilarious as all of you try to act human around them, like the one Oliver has where he bumped into Lewis one day as Oliver was getting out of the bathroom and Lewis was on his way in, offering him a completely wet hand to introduce himself, which Hamilton noticed and sweetly and quickly patted Oliver on the shoulder with a "nice meeting you, man" and quickly got in.

—REAL theories only, guys! —you address the table. —Is my life a joke to you all? —you mess around, getting on your feet and closing the lid of your topper. —Please don't answer that.

-

Another week goes by, and a new stunning bouquet arrives. 

—Oh, how exquisite! That man is so into you. Those blue mophead hydrangeas sure are expensive! —the receptionist points out to you because you are a total flower ignorant who only goes: "Oh, pretty, colorful, smell cute" without giving it much thought. 

Most of the time, you have no idea what you are looking at, but you have fun googling it and trying to decipher; in your defense, no one has pampered you like this before. 

You are brand new at the getting flowers game.

-

The following week, a couple of bets start happening at the building as the word spreads, and many wonder who the mysterious guy is. 

Some think it's not a guy but a girl, as one day after a meeting, as you all are leaving, one of the engineers approaches you and makes the clever remark that the attention to detail about the type of flowers, the color palettes, and the scented notes is too much for a simple guy. —Either he is getting advised, or it's not a guy! Maybe you could obtain a reference from the company that delivers it.

This entire thing feels surreal and truly takes you by surprise since you have always considered yourself the most average girl, especially in looks and more so in the sea of beautiful blondes working at Mercedes.

Which, for some weird reason, reminded you of when you dropped your resume after one of your buddies from college - who still works there at the machine shop - gave you the heads up there was a job opening that suited you perfectly; he even had to insist you a couple of times, because you were almost sure they wouldn't give you a callback. 

To your eyes, Mercedes was one of those companies that cared about looks or looked for a specific ethnic type; it turns out you judged too soon; they care about skills, productivity, and professionalism, too, and it ended up being a bit more diverse than you expected the place to be.

It still has many areas for improvement, but it's become your favorite job ever.

-

By the end of the day, you wait for Rose to come out of her meeting to leave together, standing in the perfectly lit hallway leaning on the impeccable white wall; it's "Cheap Thursday" at your favorite local pub, and you two desperately need fuel to finish the heavy week, so nachos and a couple of pints sound like heaven.

After what feels like an eternity, a group of people comes out of the double doors by the end of the corridor facing you, and you catch a glimpse of a very hurried-up Toto getting out, too, looking handsome and elegant as ever.

You feel his dark eyes looking you up for the briefest moment, making you shiver and blush like a teenager in front of her crush.

Thank god he doesn't stop his pace and gets out of your view within seconds but leaves you distracted enough not to notice Rose approaching you till she is by your side, looking almost pale as a ghost, whispering in your ear. 

—I swear it's Toto's handwriting! I just saw him writing on the board for over an hour, and his calligraphy looks exactly like the one of "Creepy Flower Guy"!

—Come on?! Toto? Shut up! —a crackle comes out of your mouth, thinking it's the most ridiculous idea. —The billionaire smocking-hot boss falls in love with the average employee; what do you think this is? An 80s telenovela? Fuck off...

—Well, his handwriting is the same cursive style, and the "r" and "t" are almost identical —Rose starts to overexplain, trying to justify herself, looking timid and embarrassed now, and you instantly feel awful at your reaction.

—I'm so sorry, Rose, I overreacted; I tend to be too blunt! —you quickly wrap her into a hug.

—It's just that I have been seeing that calligraphy for a while now, and I found it freaky similar.

—Now, how can we make sure, Rose? Any ideas?

She shakes her head. —I'm not friends with his assistants or anyone on Toto's team.

—No one is friends with his assistants. I wouldn't be surprised if they turn out to be ex-MI5 agents or worked for the KGB —Rose starts to laugh hard, agreeing. —I think getting to the Prime Minister is easier than reaching Toto under their hands!

—You are screwed then. 

—Let's rule Toto out for the moment —you add.

—Yeah.

-

That night at your flat, a crazy thought comes to your mind as you brush your teeth; the wackiest thoughts tend to happen to you when you brush your teeth; you need to make yourself with a piece of paper handwritten by Toto to compare it with one of your notes.

You know Toto places sticky notes on the far wall inside his office; you have noticed those on your many and regular trips to the CFO's office as your boss always sends you to deliver the reports in person by the end of every week, always passing in front of Toto's office on you way there, which most of the time it's empty since he spends the year traveling, but you try to do your best when he is in, slowing your steps a little bit more to enjoy the view and fixing your appearance a little bit too before crossing in front of him. 

Still, his assistants are always at their front desk near there, making it impossible to sneak in. 

If only you could make it inside Toto's office without raising questions and with a good excuse. You laugh at the idea; it's wild and ain't going to happen, and if it does, your ass is getting fired. 

As the Mission Impossible cord from the ceiling scene comes to your mind, it's time for you to go to sleep.

-

As you anxiously roll from side to side of the bed, struggling to shut your brain off, you remember that Niki's surprise birthday celebration is scheduled in two weeks; you could volunteer to help organize the event and usher the people around, including Toto.

There is the slightest chance to make it to his office and take a quick photo of the sticky notes on the wall; it's borderline mental, but you really want to find out because Rose sounded so sure!

This is fucking insane. 

-

Two weeks, two new bouquets later.

When you finally reach the upper floor, where the "top-tier people work," almost everyone has left to get to the party on time. 

Being on time in Mercedes is a must, so there are few people you need to usher there.

You got accepted to join the Niki's celebration committee as a helper minion. Weirdly, it will be hosted in the base race of all places instead of the Silver Arrow Lounge, where most celebrations are usually held.

The decor is ready, the cake is at the counter, and the many photo props and snacks inspired by Niki's red cap are in place; even the catering and most of the people invited have arrived.

But Allison and Toto are nowhere to be seen, and the head of HR is on her nerves about it, thinking it could ruin the surprise or that two of the most influential people there are going to miss such an important event.

As you approach the bosses' offices area, you quickly search in the surroundings for them; it helps you that all offices have glass panel walls.

You venture to wander more, but nada, they are not there, and at this point, no one is there. As you return to the stairs, you pass in front of Toto's office once more. 

You just need to snap a quick picture. What could go wrong? No one is near to see you, and there are no cameras around since Toto dislikes that.

"Okay, Y/N, listen, it's just a couple of steps; you have your phone in your hand; it won't take more than a few seconds..."

You feel your body acting on its own and your feet slowly moving ahead. 

You gradually enter the luxurious and immaculate office.

"Okay, like four steps more, and I'm close enough to zoom in the picture." 

When you almost reach his desk and the perfect distance to snap the photo, you sense movement outside, fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel someone standing behind you, right at the door. 

Busted!

—Yes? Can I help you? —Toto's voice comes severe but calm.

You feel your heart in your throat as you slowly turn around. 

—Yes, you can! —you quickly reply, pretending to be looking at the cool helmets and steering wheels at the corner. Is it the best move your mind could come up with? Certainly not —...Sir... —you kind of finish saying, remembering he is the boss.

Toto stares at you, waiting for you to continue as you stand motionless in the middle of the room, looking straight at him. His eyebrows go up a little, and a tiny, amused smile forms on his lips as he moves his hand, gesturing you to continue.

—They are all waiting for you at the race base, sir... to start Niki's surprise reception. He is about to arrive. 

—And they sent you to get me?

—Yes —you feel the need to explain yourself more, feeling nervous. —Niki has no idea who I am, so I'm not blowing the surprise away if I bump into him on my way here! 

—Interesting... —he lets out gradually.

Oh god, Toto has no clue who I am either, right?

Fuck, I'm such an idiot!

—Oh, I, I'm Y/N —your brain starts working again as you quickly introduce yourself to him, offering him a hand to shake.

He looks even more perplexed at you but grabs it; it's awkward, and you want to crawl into a hole or hide beneath the expensive rug you are stepping on.

—We should get going; I have places to go, and I'm on a schedule today.

—Oh yes, of course, sir —you quickly exit his office as he closes its glass door behind you. Well, you literally pass below his muscular arm. 

Toto doesn't move much, so you squeeze in, almost brushing his body as you out, and he simultaneously closes the door, fuck, he is tall and smells so so so good.

-

It's a quiet walk downstairs; just the sound of your steps and breaths fills the room. You feel intimidated by Toto's presence, not used to having him that near you and being a shy-natured girl.

He seems to slow down his step, prolonging your agony. 

Should I say something? But what about? Work? Something casual? You assume he wonders the same since you feel his eyes on you every few steps, but he dares to break the ice before you can.

—So y..

—I'm To... Oh, sorry, go ahead —he says at the same time.

—Oh, no worries —you nervously place a strand of your hair behind your ear. He follows the movement of your hand with his eyes. —What were you saying? —you look straight at him, Jesus; he is way cuter up close; that's some strong jawline, you can't control your eyes going all over his features.

—That I didn't introduce myself upstairs. I'm Toto, by the way —he offers you a kind and unintentionally sexy smile.

You notice, a bit way too much, how all his traits soften and how relaxed and joyful he looks when he smiles.

It turns out that "The Creepy Employee Girl" should be your nickname now.

After perceiving him as less threatening, you joke around to make the air less awkward. —Really? I had no idea! I thought you were that Lewis guy everyone talks about! But nice to meet you Toto By The Way —you fool around.

He laughs a bit. —You never heard of me before? I guess I'm losing popularity around here nowadays!

—You must hang around more to be part of the "popular squad".

—Who holds the title right now?

—The gnomes.

—Oh, yes, they are quite popular.

—A bit too much, yeah.

As you two reach the entrance to the race base, he rushes his step to hold open the door for you, letting you go first; you feel his intense gaze follow you every step as you pass right across from him, making you feel things he shouldn't. 

Everyone who got invited is already there; the usually squeaky-clean and clear white counters now hold cups, party hats, bottles of champagne and sparkling water, delicacies, and a big red cap-shaped cake.

—Great! The boss is here! Please, bring Niki in —you hear the HR director speak through the intercom as she looks your way, sounding so relieved, and a minute later, all of you start cheering as Niki enters the room.

You expect Toto to instantly leave your side and go near the big names of the company and his precious stylish drivers, but no, he stays right next to you.

As Niki almost reaches you two, getting hugs all his way down, he comes closer to Toto first and says in a low voice, but you are still able to hear him. —Is the cake vegan?! —looking concerned before tightly and roughly hugging him, knowing they would call him to blow out the candles and bite the cake soon.

—No, sir, this time they brought Lewis his own cake —you inform him, getting in the conversation, as the two of them turn to look at you.

—Oh, thank god! I almost spit out last year's "fake" cake! Hi Y/N! I didn't notice you there! This mountain was on the way —he pats Toto's chest a bit too strongly. Niki makes a funny face, eyebrows going up, not sugarcoating around as usual but earnest and light-spirited.

You laugh, exhaling cute sounds; even you have to admit you have a lovely, infectious laugh.

—Hi sir, happy birthday!

How on earth does Niki know my name?! He knows who I am?! WHAT...

-

—...the fuck were you thinking?! —Oliver looks shocked and pale as you update him and Rose about your little adventure today. —You honestly thought it could be Toto?!

—Can a girl have a dream?! —you shrug as you keep typing violently on your computer, wanting to finish that notice as soon as possible to move on to the next task, starting to feel stressed.

—You could have got into serious trouble, like big trouble, like getting fired trouble —Rose says, dead serious. —I feel terrible for enabling you!

—I know it was reckless and stupid, really stupid! —you admit, feeling dumb now about your actions.

God knows what got into you!

-

The next day, on your way to the cafeteria for lunch, you sense something is going on; everyone is acting weird.

Until you enter the room to find Toto having his meal in there, alone at a table, aware of the looks he is getting.

What is he doing here? He usually goes out for lunch or eats inside his office.

The fuck.

He waves a hand at you; you look around to see if he is addressing someone else till he arches an eyebrow, slightly annoyed, so you hurry up to reach him.

—Well, you weren't wrong! By all the looks I received on my way here, and fairly now, it appears I don't hang around much —he invites you to sit, stretching his arm, pointing to the chair in front of his, before continuing. —It wasn't unusual to see me everywhere before; of course, it was the early days, and we were a smaller team back then —he almost looked sad and nostalgic about it.

—Look at you, man of the people!

—Eat your salad —he rolls his eyes at you as you get your lunch out.

—Is that like a boss order, or?

—Maybe, if I'm feeling moody. 

—So, I guess most of the old guard is gone?

—Are you low-hand calling me old?

—Well, how ancient are you?

—I'm almost 70 —he makes you smile and looks all pleased with himself and his dumb humor. —I know, I look good for 70!

—Who would have thought you had a sense of humor? You always look severe and bossy.

—Can you stop low-key insulting me?

—Neva'

-

After two weeks of having lunch with Toto and getting to know each other more every day, you two become friends; some days, a different person joins you; at some point, you can't believe you are sharing quinoa recipes with Lewis and comparing drinking pub stories with Niki.

—Is it me, or have you abandoned us, the peasants? —Oliver says to you when you return to the office.

—Oh, come on! You can join, you know that! He knows who you two are; we talk about you guys a lot, and he greets you daily!

—Now that you are part of the "big farts" table, hanging with the famous, why would you care about two random coworkers? —Rose overdramatizes.

—OH COME ON!

—Apparently, you don't care about the old and wise saying "Bros before hoes," —Oliver adds.

—Of course, I care about you two hoes. Please join us tomorrow. PLEASE?! —you beg them with the biggest smile and puppy eyes ever seen.

—Eating with the boss and talking to him? I'm not risking it! —Oliver says, dead honest, not trusting himself.

—He is trying to reconnect with the team; he isn't going to judge you! Besides, Toto knows you are my besties.

Two long "aw" come your way.

—That's so cute, but NO! —Rose ends the conversation.

-

As you admire the new bouquet of tulips you get delivered the next day, your phone suddenly buzzes on your desk, distracting you from finishing updating the chart with the latest data.

—Lunchtime already? 😩🥙

—Who this? 👀

—Luke, I'm your father.

—He dead 🙏🌫️

—Oh, shit, sorry! Bad joke!

—💀💀💀

—There's no need to be that explicit.

—It means dying of laughter!

—Oh, shit, I'm old, it's Toto By The Way.

—I'm saving you with that name! How did you get my number?

—By boss privilege.

—YES! LET'S LUNCH PLEASE! I'm Hungarian.

—What?

—Typo sorry, hungry!

—HA! See you in five! 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

-

—Could going to lunch with someone at the cafeteria be considered a date? —you turn around in your office chair to address Oliver.

—Dreaming is free, bestie!

-

On your way to meet Toto, you bump into the most annoying senior engineer, Mr. Schäfer, in the corridor. 

OH GOD! Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me, you think as you two cross paths, but sadly, you notice him stop his step after making eye contact with you.

—Miss, Y/LN. A minute?

SHIT!

-

—Sorry I'm late! "Gwen Stefani" got me on my way here!

—Who? —Toto looks at you, amused and confused.

Shit! You burped out.

—Ahem, Mr. Schäfer —you quickly correct, taking your water bottle out of your bag and drinking it after rushing there. Toto stares at the couple of drops that escape your lips and slide down your chin and neck, and he swallows hard.

—What did you call him? —Toto asks, clearing his throat.

—Oh, don't mind me!

—Yes, mind you! It's a pretty accurate nickname, I must admit it, even if I shouldn't, but it fits —Toto shrugs nonchalantly, with a chuckle on his face. 

Schäfer is really pretty, lean, blond, pale, has big bambi's brown eyes, and his voice is so annoying.

And now you feel embarrassed.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, as you two eat, Toto says: —Do I have a nickname?

—Oh, no, no one dares.

—Why? Do people fear me? —his expression changes to one of concern. —Maybe that would explain why people always seem to slow down their pace in the main corridor as soon as they see me inside the elevator. I always try to press the hold button to wait for them.

—This leaves me with a question: How do you fit in there? Your hair sure is touching the ceiling —he looks at you with an "Are you kidding me?" face. —No, for real!

—Don't avoid the actual question!

—Okay, okay, it's more like you intimidate. You look a bit, ahem, stern.

—Really? So, that was your first impression of me?

—Well, not really —you feel your cheeks turning red, fuck. —The first time I saw you, IRL.

—Sorry?

—In real life! You were being interviewed at the reception on that pearl/grey, awful porn movie-esque rug, which is inappropriate to say because the interviewer was a kid; anyway, It was something adorable to see. So that was my first impression of you, sweet and kind —his eyes soften at your answer, and you feel your knees touching beneath the table. —And also well lit —you joke. 

As you do your best at not being honest and admitting to Toto, you fell in love with him the first time you saw him. It was instant.

—Oh. 

-

Another week goes by, February starts, and the most stunning bouquet to this moment arrives. Okay, this one is a lot. 

—Good lord, "Creepy Flower Guy" went full force with this one; what did you do to him?! —Rose asks, jaw on the floor as she stares at that humongous thing.

—I have no fucking clue.

—You think he is about to reveal himself? —Oliver points out. —Maybe this is a "going out with a BANG!".

—Honestly, I don't care much about it anymore —you admit. You feel several heads turning your way, shocked.

"It's not who I would like it to be," you think. You don't need to say more to know that Oliver and Rose get it.

-

That working day was cut short since it was the Monster-sponsored "Spartan Race," a cross-fit competition. 

Many coworkers listed at the contest held outside on the garden grounds where a fancy circuit got built, but not you. You volunteered to help deliver the medals to the participants at the finish line.

In the meantime, you take a good spot with Oliver to watch the competition unfold and cheer for Rose.

—You go, Rambo! —you scream at her as she completes another obstacle course.

You watch Toto pass in those goddamn shorts, looking so hot, all sweaty. Toto's shirt's tight fabric on the skin leaves little to the imagination.

You meet him at the finish line an hour later, as you are now doing your duty. As soon as he notices you, he starts to jog in your direction with the most mischievous smile.

—Oh no, no, no! Don't you even...! —you receive the biggest and tightest hug from a sweaty, wet, and full of dirt and mud Toto.

—OH GOD! Get off! —you pull him away, making yucky faces.

—I was hoping to bump into you at the circuit! —he tells you, still with a lot of energy, as you place his gold medal on his neck, he is bending to your height.

—I'm not that sporty; you would have to drag me to the finish line.

—I would have gladly carried you around in these powerful arms! —he jokes while flexing.

You roll your eyes at him.

-

The next day, at your desk.

As you blast the newest episode of your favorite crime podcast, Rose and Oliver start making eye contact with you, trying to grab your attention, moving their eyes several times to the left as you take out your AirPods.

—WHAT?!

—Sure, those things cancel noise! I have spent about an hour trying to talk to you!

Oh shit, you jump a little at the sound of Toto's voice near your ear.

—Were you listening to a murder podcast? At work?! You are going to hurt your ears; I was able to hear it from here —Toto is leaning on the left side of your desk.

—Maybe... I was... —you look at him with squinted eyes, and he looks back at you the same way.

—What is that thing?! —Toto says, a bit disgusted at the exuberance, pointing to the enormous bouquet beside your computer.

—It's a long story —you try to avoid the subject.

—I want to hear it when I return. I will not join you at lunch today or the rest of the week.

—Bummer, where are you going then? —you turn in your chair to face him.

Everyone looks at you with a "Did you really ask the boss that?" face.

—Austria, It's my mom's birthday.

—Aw, sweet, wish her a happy birthday for me!

—I will —you look at each other tenderly, both wanting to say more. You suddenly feel the desperate need to hug Toto, but a simple: —See you next week, then! —comes out of your mouth, ending the interaction.

-

It's almost Valentine's Day, and Toto has returned from his little adventure in the mountains; he laughs when you text him that. You two talked even more than usual every day during his absence.

So you text him if you could go up to his office.

—Knock, knock —you say as you pop your head in at his door.

He brightens as he sees you, fully smiling at you, making your stomach feel butterflies. 

—Please, come in!

You approach his desk, holding something in your hands; it's an envelope with an invitation in the old-fashioned way. —Hi! —you smile big at him. —I have the obligation to invite you to the traditional "Lonely Hearts Party" on Valentine's Day!

—No one wants the boss at an outside-the-office party —he looks at you a bit taken out.

—Yeah, I know, we know. But still, you are invited. It's for singles only, assuming that you are single, which no one thinks you are, so here —you feel Toto's hand touching yours as you deliver him the envelope, leaving you with a lingering sensation on your fingers, a very Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy moment in your delulu mind.

—I'm going to be in Brazil, but thank you anyway, and yes, I'm single —he pays attention to your reaction to his words, and you pray for him not to notice the little happy smile forming on your lips. —Are you... are you like... seeing someone? —he asks you.

—I'm going to attend the Lonely Hearts Party, you think?! Listen, my neighbor, Miss Tailor, is 80 and has a boyfriend; even that old rag has seen more action than me this year!

Toto's palm goes onto his face, bursting with laughter; he is laughing so hard at your comment that no sound comes out of his throat, just hallows of air, and he goes all red, not believing your words. —You are quite something! —He lets you know and looks at you with adoration, his face resting on his hand and his elbow on the desk. 

—I know —you nod, kidding. —Anyway, have a nice day, and see you later!

-

During that day's lunch break, Toto demands you to explain to him in detail all about that "Creepy Flower Guy," he even ventures to guess who he is after listening to the whole story.

—Milo, Ben, and Ansel all have stared you down when you walk past in front of them, with lust obviously, and I heard Finn once complimenting your good looks to say it nicely —he informs you.

Is that jealousy you detect?

Toto does pay attention.

-

It's Wednesday, and your car is out in maintenance, so you make it extra early on that day at the office; you wanted to avoid risking it being late since you aren't used to using public transport to get there.

You make it just in time to witness Mike walking away from your desk inside your desert office through the glass panel wall from afar. As you walk to your chair, you notice new flowers are already in place. You feel your heartbeat going full speed and a wave of disappointment washing you over; what were you expecting, for it to really be Toto?

That entire day, you remain all moody and quiet, and your friends notice it, but you say nothing about it.

You even ask your boss to leave early, being unable to handle being near Toto today, which leaves him worried, judging by the four texts and two missed phone calls you received from him, wondering where you are and if everything is okay.

-

Four days later, you are like nothing has happened. As you walk your way to enter the building where you work, you notice Toto sitting alone in the distance, having a call; you slowly start to walk toward him, switching paths.

He finally has returned from his trip to Stuggart.

—Well, the "Creepy Flower Guy" saga has come to an end, my friend; I found out who he is —you inform him, unenthusiastic, as you sit on the bench in the pond's garden right next to him.

—You don't seem so excited —Toto's eyes look slightly concerned as he tells you.

—Well, no, to be honest.

—Drumrolls —Toto says, trying to lift your spirits, slapping his thighs, making the sound. —And the creep is?!

—Mike, from financial.

—Magic Mike?! —Toto lets out a bit too loud.

—Yep!

—Are you sure? Like 100%? But how?!

You nod. —I saw Mike near my desk in the early hours a couple of days ago, and the flowers were there as he was walking away from the crime scene! Also, by the drawer full of flower receipts at his office desk. They all match the types of bouquets I received and have the exact dates.

—Are you creeping around in people's offices again?

—WAIT A MINUTE! I wasn't creeping into your office! 

—Oh no? What were you doing near my desk? Looking for Niki's cake?

—Shut up! I was looking for you. 

—Yes, I love to hide myself in there —Toto playfully and softly pushes you. 

—And NO! I wasn't creeping around in Mike's office; Anita sent me to get the notice she needed, and I went there; it turns out Mike was on holiday, but he left the instruction to collect it from the drawer on his desk, and then I opened the wrong drawer and BAMB! It was full of receipts and bills from the flower company that delivered my flowers. Not to be nosy, but Magic Mike is doing pretty well; I had no idea how expensive they were!

—Wait! But you aren't telling me! Are you into Magic Mike? Do you fancy him?

—No, not him, anyway.

Toto stares intensely at you and wants to say more. If you weren't so in the zone, you would have noticed it and given him a chance, but no, you continue blurting out words.

—But I will go and thank him, I guess. I don't want to hurt him; he is lovely. Everyone told me to go out on a date with him. I don't feel like it right now, but it's not always love at first sight, right? Maybe that doesn't even exist; I was expecting to fall in love, you know, movie style, but that may not be real, or at least not for girls like me. Besides, Valentine's Day is approaching, and I don't feel like spending it alone again —you let out a sigh after talking forever.

—Weren't you going to that Lonely Hearts Party? It sounds fun. It's better than going on a date with someone you don't like just to feel better —Toto tells you a bit moody.

—Oh god, I love you; you are always right; you are so annoying —you add while hugging and kissing him on the cheek. —Is there any chance I can fit in your suitcase for Brazil? I wouldn't mind spending Valentine's Day with a hot Brazilian or at the beach.

Toto laughs while shaking his head.

—I have to go! —you complain, checking the hour on your smartwatch. —Unfortunately, I have work to pretend to do! 

—Sometimes I feel you forget I'm the boss here —he jokes with you as he crosses his arms and watches you walk backward, still facing him, getting further away.

—YES SIR!

-

It's the Wednesday before Valentine's Day, and to everyone's surprise, the flowers stop arriving.

"Did Toto tell Mike I don't like him and to stop sending me flowers?" You take out your phone to text him.

—Apparently, even "Creepy Flower Guy" gave up on me.

—Really?! —Toto replies.

—Yes. No flowers today.

He gives you no further information, no replying text comes your way.

-

It's Valentine's Day, and you are wearing a shiny red mini dress with matching bow heels to the Lonely Hearts Party.

You took your time doing your makeup, which you feel you nailed, and your hair looks sleek. 

As you check yourself in the mirror, you feel confident and hot!

-

After several drinks and enjoying the music and the vibe, you relish the party, but your mind keeps wandering to the anticlimactic ending of the flower guy mystery.

The only crime and murder here was the one of your feelings and heart.

Two hours later, you start to feel bummed out enough after witnessing many hookups and new couples forming, slightly envious of them and feeling lonelier than ever, aching that Toto was here with you instead of Brazil. You decide you've had enough and are about to leave when you feel a soft finger tap on your right shoulder. You turn around to see who it is.

Definitely, you aren't ready for the scene that greets you.

Toto is standing right before you, holding a bouquet in his hands, looking extremely handsome, with a shy smile on his lips.

—What are you doing here?! —you look astonished at him. Am I that drunk?! Thinking you are seeing things now.

—I felt like delivering them to you in person from now on —he offers you the roses.

Your brain takes its time to process his words and what's happening. This is really happening.

—You are? —you try to say and instinctively grab the bouquet.

—The Creepy Flower Guy, yes.

You laugh at the sound of the nickname on his lips.

—Let's call him "flower guy" from now on.

—Yeah, let's call him Toto better, or my love, if you prefer. I hope you aren't as disappointed this time.

—But Mike? —you ask, confused.

—Have you ever heard of the terms invoice and tax returns? He does my accounting, too. Mike helped me deliver the flowers till I felt ready to show myself. He is a long friend of mine.

—That's why he had all the receipts; that makes sense. Wait!

You close the distance between Toto and you and place a kiss on his lips; getting on your tiptoes, he slowly and hungrily starts kissing you more, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, not letting you move an inch away from him.

—Thank you for the flowers, my love but weren't you supposed to be in Brazil by now? —you ask him as you both catch your breaths.

His lips are so soft and warm.

—Oh, I'm going to be in Brazil soon, but I forgot to mention to you that you would also be there. Happy Valentine's Day, my love! —he gives you another long and delicious kiss.

—Shouldn't I have packed? —you ask against his lips, already overthinking.

Toto shakes his head.

—We aren't going to need much clothes, anyway. -

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list A, #38, toto wolff?

The Arrangement

Summary: Toto and Susie have a rock solid relationship built around pure love, honesty and most importantly trust. So, what happens when you start working as Susie's assistant and a shocking revelation comes to light? Are you willing to be much more trusting and open than you ever thought possible? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Toto Wolff x Reader (+ a little bit of Susie) Word Count : 1,724 (part one of 2) Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult material, adult language, discussion of open marriages, polyamory (I think), discussion around sex but nothing too heavy 💞Authors Note : This is a work of pure fiction and is intended to be taken as such. I never usually write about IRL WAG's but there is only a small hint about Susie in this and mainly focuses on Toto. *Please tell me if this comes across as super cheesy? Part 2 is better, promise. I couldn't work out how to get the line in.

Prompt : List A #38 : "Is there a reason you're in my bed?"

“Shit!” You sigh trying to change the ink on the printer but only making your fingers more stained from the cartridge you had just removed. You groaned as you tried to get the new one into place and hear a click to signify your trial had come to an end and you could tell your boss Susie to try hitting print again.  “Come on….” You moaned as you desperately tried to get the damn click. You were new. One singular month under your belt as Susie’s assistant. And while she was lovely you didn’t want to disappoint her. You needed this job. Not for any financial reasons but because it got your parents off your back about wasting your business degree. Working for the Wolff’s (the most powerful couple in motorsport) would look good on your CV, that was for sure. You rattled the cartridge back and forth waiting for it to…*click* “YES!” You cry out gleefully as your task was done. Inky fingers were the product of your hard work.  “Try it now!” You yell out of the stunning masculine office which you hadn’t quite taken in till now. 

You were standing in Toto Wolff’s home office. Alone. It felt strange. Illegal almost. The room was undoubtably manly with its dark royal blue walls, sleek chrome finishings and black and white photography adoring the walls. It was unmistakably Toto (the trophies on the built in shelves really gave it away) even if you barely knew him. You were around almost constantly. 8am till 8pm were your official hours but you were here, in their home so often you became like a permanent feature along with their sons nanny and the housekeepers. Which was why it was a little odd you didn’t actually see more of the famous Toto Wolff. Actually, thinking about it you were sort of glad he worked so hard and was away so much. It would have been awkward with him around. Having a silly school girl crush on your employers husband couldn’t be a good thing could it? He wouldn’t ever stray (that much was very true) but it wouldn’t be good for your mind if you thought too much about what your life would look like if he did. 

“Hey, is it working?” Susie appeared in the doorway smiling as usual. You glanced across at the desk with the printer on it and it was indeed working just perfectly. Only thing was, she had caught you staring at some of her husbands things. You had to try cover it up. “Sorry, I was just admiring some of these uh…keepsakes.”  “Pretty cool huh?” She came fully into the room and eyed up some of the items herself before pointing a few out and giving you the backstory.  “And this…this belonged to Niki. Niki Lauda.” She pointed at the red cap in a clear glass box. “Niki was a very close friend. He was a sort of mentor to Toto. He was Jack’s Godfather.” She explained and although you of course knew this (being a motorsport fan) you couldn’t help but find it touching she was so open to talk about something so personal with you. "He would have liked you. He had a thing for beautiful women." You felt your cheeks begin to blush at her words. You felt so at ease in her presence this news you would have been the type of a racing giant was nothing more than super flattering. So you when you found yourself turning away to stifle a yawn you couldn’t believe how bad it must have looked. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed as she looked at her watch after your rather obvious omission of tiredness. “It’s after eleven. You’ve been here since seven thirty this morning. I’m so sorry.” She kept apologising and although you felt like you were going to drop any minute you kept telling her you were fine. “Listen, why don’t you take a rest. Toto can drive you home when he gets back. I can’t believe I lost track of time like that.” 

You were hesitant at first to accept her offer. It was a little strange to catch forty winks in someone else’s home. But she practically ushered you straight toward a bedroom and you felt your body relaxing at the sight of the luxurious looking cotton sheets on the big bed.  “I can’t, I feel so bad…”

“Don’t. Honestly. Toto will drive you home when he gets back.” She smiled and slowly closed the door behind her. The room was illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through the open window. The room was light coloured, you could tell that much. It had a vibe of an upmarket hotel and smelled absolutely incredible. It reminded you of something. A man’s cologne or something. It was woody, musky, but with an airy lightness you simply loved. You kicked off your plain white trainers and lay down on top of the bed as if it was a welcoming bear hug. You didn’t waste time looking around. Your body shivered out of tiredness so badly you would have dove head first into the big inviting bed if you could have, but instead you lay down on top of it carefully as not to disturb the sheets too much. 

Sound asleep was what you were when you heard the faint clearing of a throat. You barely even stirred as the noise was made again. You were dreaming of being on a tropical island being served a blue cocktail by a cabana boy as he fanned you with one of those old fashioned fans you only ever saw in movies. Your eyes slowly adjusted as you “came too” and immediately wished you hadn’t woken from your slumber at all. Standing there, leaning over you like some big, dark shadow was the figure of Mr Wolff - and not like the one in the fairytale. You were just about to swear when he spoke first. 

“Is there a reason you’re in my bed?” His accent was thick. His voice was low and rough. In different circumstances it would have made your stomach flip. Frantically you wracked your brain for a good reason as to how you came to be in his bed, of all places. You were tired seemed like the surest way to get you fired. But as you’re brain worked overtime suddenly you saw the expression on Toto’s face change as he took in the sight of you still lying on top of the covers. It dawns on you that he’s now smirking at you and you couldn’t put into words how nervous you had become. It was most certainly nerves down to who he was, in motorsport and business, but also because you found him so undeniably hot. There was something about him that you couldn’t help but find sort of irresistible - even though you were literally employed by this man’s wife and that was enough of the lusty talk about him to last a lifetime. Toto just had this presence and aura that commanded a space and right now it was commanding this (his) bedroom. 

Then right in front of your eyes his features start to soften and he began to smirk at you at you. The action makes you nervous.  “Please forgive me…” you rush to get up and be suddenly sits down beside you, so close it was as if he was holding you in place. You went to explain to him his wife had offered me a chance to lay down and rest after I had overworked but he silenced you.  “You don’t need to explain or ask forgiveness.” His voice had lowered and was now so thick with a tone you couldn’t work out. The whole scene must would have looked completely bonkers and bizzare. It would have been even stranger at the fact you didn't even move. Toto took a deep inhale of breath and on the exhale said “fuck it”. 

“You’ve worked for us for….a month now?” He asked and you couldn’t do anything but nervously nod. He was so close to you his body was touching your leg. You tried not to think about it as he continued; “I’m going to tell you something, it’s private and a part of the confidentiality clause we had you sign.” Oh God, what was he going to say? What were you going to have to pretend you had never heard? How would you cope if you were asked about this? He was so confident in his posture you deduced it couldn’t possibly be something bad, illegal or dangerous. 

“My wife and I...” he paused and cast his eyes up and down your face as if he were trying to get a read on you before continuing “We have an open marriage.” OH FUCK! He gave you zero time to process again because he was already following it up with; “Do you know what that means?” Before you could stop yourself from getting whiplash. This was absolutely not what you thought Toto would have come out with when he was stood over you only moments ago. You snapped back to his question and although you sort of did know what that meant you still shook your head as a “no” which he seemed to delight in 

“We get to fuck other people.” That was when you realised Toto’s hand had come to sitting on your thigh. You didn’t say or do anything.  “She’s had a few drivers, none I would worry about, but me? I’ve not really indulge.” Your brain suddenly went completely and utterly blank, trying not to zone in on the word "indulge" as if fucking other women was like a tasty slice of chocolate cake. But your brain swirled as all you could think of was how warm his hand felt on your thigh (even through your smart but tight trousers). You were sure you weren’t reading this right and he actually meant he wanted you to help find him someone one appropriate for him to do, well, whatever he wanted with. 

As you felt the temperature rise a few notches at the X-Rated confession (and revelation) that your employers were in an open relationship was continuing to blow your mind you began to wonder why he was suddenly telling you this all now. Why did you even need to know this in the first place? Besides you figured they were rock solid, as solid as they came in fact. Surely they weren’t “seeing other people”? But then you weren’t stupid, you knew about open relationships, usually that was totally based on love and trust not at all like they were in the break-up sphere. 

“Mr Wolff, I don’t know if I’m reading this right…” you whipped back to your earlier stream of thought so fast it almost gave you whiplash considering you we’re all kinds of stressed now you were being pulled so quickly into their inner sanctum. But Toto was still smirking - somewhat arrogantly now - at you. In that moment, Toto’s eyes flickered down to your lips and back up. It was becoming more obvious to you as to his motives.  

“How are you reading it?” His voice changed and was darker than before but the amusement still remained . “That I want to fuck you?” He asked. You weren’t quite so bold enough to answer him that yes, that was your assumption. 

“Because I do." He said directly "I want to fuck you."

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[knoxic]

The Lady and The Cat

warnings: mentions of blood, cat(?), nightmare, insomnia, no beta

wc: 3.4k

pairing: toto wolff x fem supermodel oc

a/n: names will become a big thing here but in this chapter they're barely mentioned. part 2 will clear some things up (and im already writing it) some things are made up but others are canon.

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Vienna, Austria.

Wednesday, June 03 20:30

Being a model required a certain strength, dealing with the constant pressure of having to be The Best at all times was a draining thing to do. People criticized her all day every day, somel even judging the way she was breathing or blinking. Walking with high heels were the last of her problems, her ankles begged for a break but the idea of having people seeing her complaining worse than a few cuts in her ankles — which wasn't even her fault, the heels were just too tiny for her feet — knowing it wouldn't matter if she said anything, they never had any spare items.

At the moment she was walking back to her apartment, after shooting for another brand — new sponsor apparently. Taking off the high heels she could see that the band-aids she had put on this morning had helped a little, at least it didn't allow her sore ankles to tear again.

"Hey, you!" white fur spread around her feet like liquid and a whimpered meow greeted her. "How was your day?" squatting down to pet the cat, the woman noticed the fur on her left cheek was crooked, "Were you sleeping?" The question was answered with loud purring, she could only hope the feline hadn't slept on her bed — the black comforts would be looking grey now, covered in her thick fur —, the cat let out a whimper in response, as if to say yes.

Walking further into the apartment the silence that welcomed her were quite stinging. In a normal day it would be even quieter if the cat wasn't here, she wasn't hers, she couldn't afford to own a cat — can one even own a cat? — she has enough money of course but this line of work didn't allow her the privilege of owning a pet, barely having time for herself how could she make time to care for another being?

The cat was in fact her neighbor's, an old lady who was currently traveling to see her one of her kids. The two of them shared a cleaning lady, she basically worked for almost the whole building, when someone moved out she was passed over to whoever moved in, it's what happened to the model in question. The last person who lived here left whoever moved in, a note that 'Emma the cleaning lady' used to come over to clean and take care of the place when they traveled, at the time it was like a blessing, not having to go looking for someone and worrying if they were trustful or not.

She shared the second floor with a weird guy that was never home and the old lady. A widow whose husband died of cancer, her children moved out years ago but she often traveled to see them. She once mentioned that her son was traveling and invited her to come with him but because of her cat, she wouldn't be able to go, the model who had a few days free — and well aware that she could use some company — offered to look after her cat.

As time went by, the model and her neighbor joked that they had a shared custody, which meant that, most of the time the cat would stay with her original owner unless something came up.

She was planning on adjusting her schedule for the next day so she put some coffee to brew, the cat started meowing inviting her to play, she seemed to notice they had a little time before the model sat down to work. They played for a few minutes before the smell of coffee called up to her, when she was heading to the kitchen a couple knocks echoed, scaring the white cat on her dining table, she never invited anyone over and only ever sat there to work — lacking a home office — so it became the cat's sit and she never complained, having a soft paw to squeeze whenever she wanted wasn't such a bad thing.

"Are you expecting someone?" she whispered jokingly, the cat looking frightened. Walking quietly and slowly to look into the peephole she noticed the cat had followed her, weird, she normally runs away when someone comes too close. This time she sniffed under the door before meowing loudly and rolling over.

At the other side of the door stood a tall guy she had never seen around before, he was a couple steps away from the door but she could see that if he stood right in front of the peephole his nose would be cut off from her sight.

"Hallo, meine Mutter hat mich gebeten, ihre Katze zurückzubringen."

"Your mother..." normally she'd deal well with the language switch, but having a tall stranger standing at her door at this hour is not something she's used to.

"Oh, you speak English!" His hand raised to ruffle his hair and then lowered to introduce himself. "I'm Toto, my mother lives down the hall..." He had a strong accent.

"Right, her cat! Sorry, it's been a long day," she laughed, his hand had a strong grip and his figure towered over hers, great time to be barefoot.

"Yeah, for me too." He laughed.

"So, the cat..." She looked down at her feet expecting the cat to be there but found her nowhere near. "Uhm well, let me go find her, would you like to come in?" Inviting strangers into her home is something she has never considered before.

"Yeah, sure." too late to back up now.

Turning her body and gesturing with a hand, she invited him to come in, his smell filling the room, woody and manly but in a comforting and not overwhelming way. After closing the door she walked to the kitchen where the cat normally stayed, Toto following close behind.

"I thought your mom would be back tomorrow?" The cat wasn't on the table like before but she kept walking, "Please sit, I'll get her food, she normally kind of teleports every time we touch her things." She let out a small laugh in which Toto accompanied.

"Well, we booked different flights and i got here early. She told me to get her cat back because you'd probably come home too tired." he was sitting now, his hands coming to rest over the table, she made a mental note to thank Emma who had passed by to clean yesterday because the glass of that table seemed to gather dust as much as the whole house together, now — save for a few paw prints — it was as clean as it could be.

After going through some cabinets she found the cats food pouches, putting them all inside the same bag they came in, turning back to Toto she caught him petting the cats round belly from where she laid on the table.

"See, she teleports." she said making him laugh again, this time he scrunched his nose.

Fuck... he's adorable.

"You know, i only met her once when she was a baby but my mother said she always meows when we talk over the phone or when she sees me on TV" the cat in question now went running to eat the rest of the food on her bowl.

"My first cat did the same with my dad, but i think it was more of a sarcastic meowing. They didn't like each other" the two of them were leaning with their elbows on the table while watching the cat eat. "Uhm, she takes some time to eat so... would you like some coffee?" the coffee smell was calling for her.

"Sure, I've got time."

She picked the two mugs closer, a plain black one and a white one with handmade small flowers drawn, more specifically, violets. Pouring coffee into both of the mugs she turned to the tall man, finding him already looking at her.

"Sugar? Milk?"

"Uh, you have lactose-free milk?"

"Yes, i have." fortunately for him you had just started drinking it a few weeks ago, intending to reduce your period cramps.

Sliding the mug into his conjoined hands, she took a sit in front of him. Not wanting to stay in a awkward silence she thought back to things he said that might result in a conversation, thankfully, Toto broke the silence, "My mother told me you're a supermodel?" good, that was something she was confident talking.

"Yes, Versace." she normally talked about her work with people who understood it, would he understand?

"Oh, that's nice! I saw their last collection and it all looked pretty good," what... "I'll definitely take a look at the new one later."

Speechless.

She was speechless, normally nobody really cared for fashion shows and runaways, especially men.

He started laughing and she realized her mouth was slightly open, at least she had swallowed the coffee.

"Surprised?"

"To be honest, yeah i am surprised." both of them laughing now, "I don't always get much of an answer when i talk about my work."

"Well that sucks but it's relatable..."

"So, what do you do?" she knew, from what his mom had told her — proudly so — that he was a CEO.

"I-" a quick pause, "Am a CEO." oh.

"That sounds," disappointing. "Like it must be hard."

She looked at him, having answered him while looking down at her white mug. He was watching her intensely.

"Yeah, it is..." he mouth answered but he was barely moving, not even blinking.

"Surprised?"

He blinked.

"Yeah." he stuttered and she laughed awkwardly. At the sound of her laugh he smiled, looking relieved. "That's not so exciting, is it?"

"Ah, maybe? For someone who's always around cameras and paparazzi, normal life sounds exciting..." that's depressing, really.

He gave a couple nods before looking down, his fingers caressing your black mug before taking a long sip.

"Well, i should get going." he didn't have to, she looked like a good company and like she could use some company. The look in her eyes told him the same thing.

"Right, i bet you have a lot 'CEO thingys' to do..." she smiled, the light teasing eased the awkwardness inside him, "Oh, look." she pointed behind him, where the cat laid in a weird position on the carpet in the middle of the living room — dangerously so, given the color of her fur and carpet were almost the same, she risked someone stepping on her — he only now paid attention to how minimalistic the apartment really was, all black and white, the white fluffy carpet being the thing that gathered most attention. "That's new, i thought she hated that carpet."

He turned back to her, her eyebrows were furrowed and she was pouting slightly.

"Do you think she'll bite me if i interrupt her sleep?" he got up and started walking towards the sleeping white figure.

"Maybe. You shouldn't wake a lady from her beauty sleep but she's one of the nice ones." she laughed and went after him.

He got on his knees and tried gathering her, cats could turn into liquid when they wanted to and it was a funny scene. "How can something so small be so heavy?"

"I ask myself the same thing when i wake up to her trying to suffocate me in my sleep." he laughed, finally getting the cat in a more comfortable position in his arms, "I'll get her bag and walk you to the door." he nodded and gently swayed her side to side. Cute. Was he familiar with kids? Did he have kids? Was he married?

As they walked to the door she started feeling the band-aids scratching where it was supposed to protect. The pain in her ankles was coming back strong.

"You okay?" he asked as she pulled the door open.

"Yeah, why?" in her dizzy brain, it made sense that — since he was so tall — he wouldn't be able to see her ankles.

"You are limping," he was looking down at her feet. "And, not to scare you or anything, you're bleeding..."

"Uh, yeah i know," lifting her right leg to look at her feet, the blood had dripped down her heel, not too much but enough to leave a couple faint marks on the floor. Talking with Toto had entertained her mind enough to make the pain subside a considerable amount. "As weird as it sounds, i'm used to it. I'll be fine." She gave him a practiced convincing smile but he didn't look too convinced.

"Ok then," he walked outside, "Let me know if you need anything."

"Same to you."

As he walked she kept staring at his back, intrigued. He was a handsome and sweet man and that was undeniable but something felt off. As she was about to turn back into her apartment he called for her.

"Wait!" His eyebrows were raised and the cat in his arms looked up at his face, judging. When she fully turned to him, he continued, "You didn't tell me your name."

True, but he also hadn't asked...

"Uhm, i am Victoria."

"No nicknames?"

"Not really, most people call me by my last name..."

"Shit, I'll have to find you a nickname then."

"You'll have to stick around enough to do that tho." he laughed.

"I have an idea," he gave her a wink and smirked, the cat in his arms settled back in his chest, "Might even use my mother as a spy, who knows."

"She's your mother, thought you knew she is not a very good liar." Now they were both laughing, his nose scrunched again and his eyes closed — she only now realized he had the prettiest dimples ever, "But it would be fun to see her try."

"I'll see what i can do. By the way, i will spend a few days here so... we might see each other around a lot."

"That's nice, i think i might have a few days off soon, or maybe our schedules will align."

"Are you free on Sunday?"

After taking a well needed shower, she went straight to bed. Leaving the TV on to make up for the lack of sounds, her breathing and heartbeat sometimes bothered her to the point of crying agonizingly.

Rolling over for the tenth time since she laid down, she gave up on sleeping. The people on TV were talking about sports, something about the most recent F1 race. Sports were never really her thing but at this point, anything to distract her mind would work. As a child she used to watch the Olympic Games and Pan American Games, it was interesting for her, rhythmic gymnastics was her favorite.

The way the athletes carried themselves, the dances and performances in general were all too exciting, a part of her wanted to be like them but a voice in her head told her she'd never have the courage to do it. Over time, she stopped watching sports. During some weekends — when her father decided to stay at home, he'd watch the races —, she figured that Formula 1 to him was what gymnastics were for her. She didn't understand a thing about it but every time he sat down to watch it, she'd silently pick up a coloring book or some lego pieces and sit close enough to hear the TV.

Now the sports channel was showing some interviews they made the weekend before, they asked a driver what they expected for the next weekend in Austria. A part of her brain seems to click but she didn't have enough time to dwell on it, Lewis Hamilton — who apparently had won the last race — was being interviewed. That was a known name, she wouldn't be able to point him out in the middle of a bunch of people but she knew the name.

"–and it's Toto's hometown so he's also pretty excited." Lewis responded the interviewer. It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? How many other people were named Toto and were born in Austria?

"Next, we managed to have a talk with Mercedes team principal."

For the next five minutes she watched as Toto talked about the improvements of the car and how well the season has been going. It was weird to think that the man she was watching, was the same man who sat at her kitchen and drank coffee from her mug. If she saw him on TV a few hours ago, she'd bet he drank his coffee black — strong and bitter —, but she knew he drank it with lactose-free milk and that somehow felt like some kind of secret.

Toto was older, in his late forties maybe, he answered the questions with confidence. It was nice hearing him talk, his voice was well spoken and clear — even with his thick accent —, she wondered if he had always been involved with racing. If he did, why didn't he tell her? That wasn't even something you could keep hidden, clearly.

She thought about him for long after he finished the interview, mindlessly watching the rest of the program until some other started. Toto's white lie didn't really matter to her, she could question him about it tomorrow. With his mother coming back she could come up with an excuse to talk to him.

Her room was dark, she was still laying down but there was a pressure on her chest — preventing her from being able to breathe—, she couldn't move anything except for her fingers. She could hear what seemed to be a TV changing channels, inaudible voices were getting closer to her ear. Her heart skipped a beat and she started sweating. Knowing what was about to happen she started pressing her thumb against the other fingers, holding for a few seconds and skipping to the other. With her eyes closed, she tried easing her anxiety by imagining herself being comforted by a different version of her that she always imagined being wiser.

"Just wake up." her voice spoke but it didn't come from her mouth.

"I can't." she whispered back.

"You know you can. We have done this many times before, this is no different."

The channels were changing quickly now and sounded just at the side of her head. A moment of distraction was enough to make her anxiety worse.

Too attempted to understand what the voices were saying, she made the mistake of turning her head. A voice that seemed pretty much like her own screamed right at her face.

She wasn't sure if she was woken up by the sound of her alarm or the scream. Her shirt was wet with sweat and her hair was sticking to her forehead, turning her head to the same side she turned in her dream, the clock read 5:00, even if there wasn't any appointments for her before 11:00 she still decided to get up.

She finished washing up and started her skincare, the dark circles under her eyes weren't as bad as she thought they'd be. Brewing some coffee always somehow soothed her mind — even if caffeine wasn't good for her anxiety —, she always drank coffee to get her mind focused on things or when getting to work. Going to work meant she would be surrounded by people and being surrounded by people meant she wouldn't have to worry about being alone with her thoughts.

Picking her outfit for the day was an easy thing to do, she always enjoyed playing dress up and it only got worse as she grew older. She was aware that at some point she'd have to change into some high heels for whatever reason but for the most part, she'd just be talking or something of the kind, so snickers would be great.

As she was finishing drinking her coffee, her phone vibrated, a couple text messages from her manager — Lucia —, warning her that their new sponsor had something planned for her this weekend. She typed back asking what they would do today and got a 'Not sure, see you later.' accompanied with a winking emoji back.

That day she didn't see Toto or his mother. Thursday she spent the whole day at home sleeping and baking. Saturday morning her manager knocked on her door with a bag full of clothes and two paddock passes.

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New multi chapter Toto Wolff fanfic -

Cantata

Arabella is the executive assistant for Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff. 10 years into her career, it looks like the tide is changing, and she's beginning to question her relationship with him. Is it something more, or nothing but an idea lingering in her head?

F/M, Fluff, Boss/Employee Relationship, Romance, Pining, Love, Slow Burn

Read the 1st chapter below the cut or on AO3

Hello Reader,

I wanted to let you know that I am in no way speculating on Susie Wolff's sexuality. I simply wanted to write a happy fic with no affairs and no messy divorces. Susie is lovely. Susie is baby girl. She deserves nothing but the best. I simply want this fic to focus on Toto and an original female character's relationship with no underlying narratives.

Thanks,

A.E.

chapter 1 - solo

My father has a habit. He will always play classical music. In the car, in the living room, in the kitchen, as he read us bedtime stories. Always. There was never a moment in my childhood home that wasn’t covered with classical music. He also has a deep appreciation for Formula racing. The television was always on something related to F1, and if we dared to change the channel, we best change it back before he got back home. Eventually, we all gave up on changing it at all.

I noticed on one of those particular Sunday mornings the way the cars and the classical music moved together in one beautiful melody. I watched as the cars turned the corners delicately, coming nearly to a halt, before speeding ahead. I loved watching as the grid took off. How they all came around the corners slowly. My father’s favorite driver when I was a child was Ayrton Senna. His passing hit my home like a tornado. The classical music never stopped, until that day.

There were no races in my home for an entire year. My father refused to watch a race without Senna. March 10th, 1996, the television turned on again. So did the music. I watched as my father sat down, and suddenly I became just as entranced as him. The first race of that season, and the grid was just as delicate as a dance as I had remembered.

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"You misspelled my name," Toto mumbled, leaning over me. He rolled his eyes, and laughed about it as he rapidly pressed backspace. For the first time in our long relationship, I had found myself mindlessly savoring the scent of his expensive cologne. It lingered in the way a cologne does when it's noticed and not announced.

"Torger, not Torfer," he smiled. "You don't know this by now?" It froze me in my tracks. My typical sassy response failed to come to my mouth like it usually would. I was so caught up in actually, for the first time, properly noticing Toto Wolff.

"I'm joking, lighten up," he said, finally backing away. He must've noticed the way I had locked my jaw and could barely focus.

"Oh, sorry. I just got a little lost in thought," I responded.

"I can tell. You did misspell my name after all," he said, sitting on the edge of my desk. I swatted my hand in his direction. I hate bent papers and he was dangerously close to my pile of documents. He lifted himself up just long enough for me to grab the pile, and he sat firmly on the edge again.

"How are things going?" he asked.

"It's been hard to schedule the team strategy meetings, and between interviews and engagements, the schedule is relatively heavy for the next few weeks."

"Ah well that's interesting but I meant how are things going with you?"

Despite having worked with Toto for several years, I was never prepared for that question. It wasn't exceptionally rare or anything, it just seemed to be that he always asked during a busy period. A kind thing to do, but busy periods such as this were always excessively intense for Toto and I. The kind of busy where I yelled at him for being 5 minutes over in his meeting because it meant we were twenty minutes late for the next. So, I always assume it's a work question.

"Things are good...Yes, good."

"Are you excited?"

"For?"

"The Grand Prix? Is your family flying in? Your sister had a baby, right?"

My family. Right. I shouldn't have forgotten. This is one of three Grand Prix’s my family will attend. Bahrain, Abu Dhabi, and the Dutch Grand Prix. It's only really that my family lives in the Netherlands. Am I Dutch, though? I prefer the term "vaguely European" to describe myself. My family comprises of Moroccan immigrants. I don't have the height, nor the blonde hair and blue eyes. I don't, however, have the Moroccan culture present in my life. My family are immigrants. As part of our citizenship, our culture slowly faded away 2 generations ago. It's always a small bit of my life that I've resented. Feeling so lost in the classroom, in the professional world, in...well every aspect of my life. Maybe it isn't so small. Either way, deliberately destroying the traces of your culture also deliberately destroys your family dynamic. There is no glue to hold us together. Just blood and irritation. I can dislike my father's rigid way of thinking, but I can't reason it away with "it's where we're from." It isn't. You've ridded yourself and us of it. Instead, all I can do is take a job where I am constantly galloping across the world with a swank apartment in London. Then, you can stop by at one of 3 races. The first, the middle, and the last. They happen to speak your language that you forced me not to speak inat the first and the last, and in the middle one I get to feel uncomfortable as everyone is excited for my “home” race. Yay.

“She did have a baby. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her though,” I brushed the conversation away. He gave me a notably flat face in response.

“You have to make time for family. Even I do,” He crossed his arms.

Frankly, I don’t want to. This also isn’t a fight I want to take with Toto “Twice Divorced” Wolff. If he can be best friends with both of his ex-wives, who am I to complain about a little bit of immigrant family drama? More so, his relationship with Susie couldn’t be more sickeningly sweet. When she came out as a lesbian, he was the first one to support her in every way. There was not a single moment of hardship between them. And I, therefore, cannot for a moment consider complaining about my mommy and daddy issues.

“You’re right,” I mumbled, going back to typing my email.

“You don’t genuinely think I’m right. You never do,” He chuckled.

“So, maybe I was lying,” I winked.

“Well, I’ll stop bothering you, Arabella,” he sighed and stood up.

“Not so fast, Torger, ” I nearly hissed. “We have to leave in 5 minutes for a meeting. If you’re tempted to forget with who, I’ll kindly remind you that we have a sponsor function this evening.”

“I hadn’t forgotten. I was simply off to pack my bag.”

“I doubt that,” I chuckled. I know very well the role I serve here. I’m the executive assistant. That means I don’t just run the schedule, but rather in a way, I run him. At some point during the day, I leave the office or paddock and head to a plane, hotel, or home. But for the other 80% of the day, I am the best micromanager this side of the Atlantic. It’s something I enjoy, and that’s the most important part of Formula 1. For the drivers, it’s an enjoyment and a true passion to race. For the team principal, there is an enjoyment and true passion to lead a magnificent crew into victory. For me, I know these things require an obsession. I have to be 5 feet ahead of everyone else, and 6 feet behind Toto.

I quickly sent off my email making sure not a single typo said “Torfer,” and packed my own bag. I opened the padfolio and placed the important materials into it and prepared to debrief. I picked up my cell phone and texted the driver to ensure he was waiting outside. I just know I’m the most annoying person in Brackley.

Toto finally wandered out of his office with just enough time for us to get down the elevator and out the door. “You just love running down the clock,” I mumbled.

“We may be a racing company but not everything has to be a race,” He answered as we walked towards the elevator.

“Do you look at your schedule? At all?”

“If I did, what would I pay you for?” He chuckled. I knew that was a bold-faced lie. If he wants to rearrange his entire week, he might require a bit of help, but most of the appointments seamlessly find a new spot. We speed walked to the car and hopped in the back, and I quickly opened the padfolio.

“UBS London, correct?” The driver, Reggie, asked.

“Yes,” I answered. I passed the padfolio to Toto, and he took his glasses off his shirt collar and looked at the papers.

“First, you’ll be meeting with the investment team. It should be a 45-minute meeting where you’ll run through the projections for the upcoming season. The data is on the next sheet, and after that you’ll find the design for the investors showcase tonight. It’ll consist of UBS staff. The car is on its way to London, and will be in the center of the ballroom, and next to it will be a race suit. Just spend a nice amount of time pointing out the UBS logo on the clothing and you should be fine,” I explained.

“And the scheduling?”

“The meeting is at 1pm. You’ll head to the hotel, and you’ll find the clothing for tonight in the wardrobe. There are some options there. At 6pm, you’ll head to the hotel ballroom, give a quick speech with a UBS representative, and head back up for bed at 11pm. Or later if you prefer, it’s up to how much sleep you’d like. At 8am, we fly to Sakhir and get ready for testing the day after.”

“I don’t know why they’re so desperate to be this close to the first race,” Toto sighed. “Will you be there the whole evening?”

“I’ll head out at about 7, after the speeches,” I nodded. “I’ll get to the airport about an hour before you.”

“Lewis and Valtteri, what about them?” Toto asked.

“What about them? I don’t dare to touch their schedules. Their assistants have razor sharp teeth and bite.”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“They’ll be in that night prior to testing. Let them get a good rest in. If you want to bother them then, feel free.”

“So, is your family flying in?” Toto asked.

“Anyway, the hotel in Sakhir is the same as last. Everyone loved the bathrooms. Quite fancy even for F1 standards.”

“The hotel I presume your family will be staying in?” Toto smirked. I turned to see he was holding his reading glasses, while staring at me expectantly. I clearly was not getting out of this.

“I booked them two rooms, yes. And they’ll fly in right before the race,” I nodded.

“Are you meeting with them? That should be nice.”

“I had no plans to. Far too busy. They’re really on here for the race, not for me.”

“Paddock passes then. You can give them a nice tour.”

“I don’t have time to do a tour.”

“I’ll make sure you have time to do a tour!” Toto answered.

I stared rather blankly at him. Pick your battles, pick them wisely. Is this a fight I want to win? Ever since I’ve started here, Toto has encouraged me to give the free tickets to my family. I, then, get to spend a shocking amount of time and money ordering them their flights and arranging them like a herder. Then, I get to smile and wave from just outside the paddock and strategically avoid them with nothing more than a quick apology. Sorry! I got caught up. I’m sure you can imagine how busy it is. I’ll see you guys during the holiday break! And then, once a year, I sit surrounded in chaos at my parents’ home, practically watching dishes fly to the dinner table. I then completely dissociate from my body, someone has very nice conversations with them pretending to be me, and I then reenter my body. I fly back to London and have a good 2 weeks of Tinder dates. Ah. Right. Tinder.

I can absolutely use that to move on from this conversation. I open my phone and begin the swiping adventure without a second thought. I could sense Toto staring at me waiting for a response.

“Sure. I’m sure they’d love paddock passes. My dad is a big Hamilton fan,” I nodded.

“Great! I’ll get it done,” Toto answered before getting on his own phone, presumably to provide my father with his dream of meeting Lewis Hamilton. Well, I expect this season will be very similar to the last 9.

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chapter seven — illicit affairs

taylor swift once said: that's the thing about illicit affairs

→ words counting: 5,6k → warnings: smut → khai’s notes: i guess this is the moment everybody has been waiting for...

Toto took another sip of his beer, letting his eyes roam the room before turning his attention to the IWC watch he had on his wrist, laughing weakly when he realized that it was past two fifteen in the morning.

Alcohol was already coursing through his veins enough to make him somewhat cheerful, but not completely drunk. He was still fully aware of what was going on around him, especially regarding the unknown brunette he hadn't taken his eyes off since the beginning of that night.

She had caught his attention in a way that made him not want to take his eyes off her for even an instant. That's how he followed her every move on the dance floor, controlling himself not to drool over the way she moved and, at times, he could have sworn that she was doing it to tease him — but his mind tried to remember. why he couldn't feel so special that way.

The unknown woman returned to the bar, resting her hands on the counter and the austrian noticed the moment a man approached her. Even a little distant, he tried to listen to the conversation to know if he was a boyfriend or if she needed some help, but he could clearly hear her answer to the guy.

— I'm not interested, thanks. — he smiled sarcastically in the direction of the man, returning to his previous position as he heard the man sigh beside her, moving away after his refusal.

— Want another one, Chia? — the bartender asked and she let out a weak laugh because she didn't even remember when she had said her nickname to him, but she shrugged it off because it wasn't important.

— I want. She smiled, rubbing her hands together — I want the Green Fairy.

— Wow! — the man smiled, surprised by the request and Toto knit his eyebrows together in a sign of confusion, wondering what the hell that was — It's been a while since someone asked for this one… I'll bring it to you!

Chiara smiled, sitting down on the stool and tapping her fingers on the counter. Again, the man, who was no longer a hundred percent unknown because she discovered he was the boss of Mercedes, was nearby.

— Here it is. — The bartender handed the glass towards her and the brunette smiled in thanks, taking a sip of the green liquid, feeling her throat burn the way she liked so much.

— Green fairy? — Toto questioned, arching his eyebrows towards the woman in doubt and she nodded.

— One of the drinks with the highest alcohol content in the world.

A smirk appeared on the austrian's lips and he removed his eyes from the woman to the glass she had in her hands, questioning himself in a matter of seconds whether or not he should accept it, but the smile that the woman had on her lips made him he threw away any sanity.

Toto reached out, taking the drink from her hands and took a long drink, regretting it practically at the same time due to the burning that took over his throat. He brought his free hand to her face, squinting and holding his breath for a few seconds to try to find some way to ease the feeling that was totally foreign to him.

Chiara smiled, running her tongue over her lower lip at his reaction and rose a little from the stool so that she could take the glass that was hers from his hand. She sat down in her place again, placing her glass on the surface and letting out a laugh when she saw the man shake his head from side to side.

— Maybe you should stick with your beer. — she murmured, trying to contain her laughter and he opened his eyes, meeting her blue irises as he raised the glass to his mouth again. — This one doesn't suit someone as straight-laced as you are.

— As sure as I am? — Wolff laughed, sitting in his place and reaching for the beer bottle to try to erase the taste of that green drink from his mouth. "What makes you think I'm so straight?

— We're at a party and all you're doing is sitting there watching me.

— Perhaps you attracted my attention more than anything else in this environment. — he shrugged and the brunette chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.

— If I had attracted your attention that much, you might have joined me on the track. – it was her turn to shrug her shoulders, smiling in his direction.

— I always prefer to watch a beautiful show than join it.

— Is the beautiful show me?

— And the way you manage to move and attract all eyes to you. — he smiled, staring at her blue irises — I guarantee there wasn't a man present on this rooftop who wasn't hypnotized by you.

The woman clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, looking around for a few moments. It was clear that she had paid attention to the men who were present at the scene, but none of them had attracted her attention as much as the one in front of her - even more so because she had noticed him before the party.

On the podium in Yas Marina, receiving the title for winning the constructors' championship, the brunette's eyes had already noticed the beauty of that man and, as she danced there, even if a little distant, the attraction increased because she noticed the way he looked at while dancing, the way that blue blouse highlighted his muscles, the slightly messy hair, the wide smile in his direction...

Everything about him had drawn her to him in a way that no one else in the room could have.

— Too bad for them I don't want any of them. — "now", she completed mentally, using the glass to hide the malicious smile that appeared on her lips while the man smiled sideways, taking the glass of beer to her lips.

When he put the glass down on the counter, the brunette's eyes followed that movement and something caught Ratcliffe's attention for a few seconds, making her feel as if a bucket of cold water was falling all over her body after so many minutes of drinking. exchanges of glances and the beginning of that flirtation.

A ring on his finger.

Her mind was warning that this was a big red flag and that things would end there, regardless of the fact that the man was a huge hottie and all the interactions so far. She was out of any kind of trouble because she knew it could end up affecting her family — it was Jim's request that the kids, even if they enjoyed the night, stay out of trouble.

Toto followed her gaze, finding the ring on her finger and pressed his lips together for a few moments because he didn't know exactly how her marital status was at that moment. A part of him was against the idea of saving his marriage and told him he should enjoy the night, but another part kept repeating his wife's name and how he swore to love her forever.

“Fuck this,” he thought in the few seconds he had left before he twirled the ring around with his index finger and looked up to face Chiara.

— I recently broke up. — he said, smiling weakly in her direction — I've been married for eight years, but we just broke up.

— Is there still hope of returning? — the question made his eyes widen, surprised because he really thought she wouldn't care about anything other than the information that he was separated — If you didn't take off the ring…

— There is not. he replied in a serious tone. — I didn't take the ring off because I've been wearing it long enough to remember it's here — he laughed, looking at the wedding band on his finger, before pulling it off at once so he could remove it and put it in his  pocket.

— That explains a lot. — Chiara murmured, taking another sip of her green drink and the man knit his eyebrows as he turned back to face her.

— What?

— You've been sitting there for so long just watching me… — she chuckled weakly before blurting out —Maybe, after so many years of marriage, you've lost your way with a woman."

An expression of outrage came over the Austrian's face at that moment as the woman shrugged her shoulders, continuing to sip her absinthe, as if she hadn't said anything much — and he was sensing her ego a bit bruised.

— I may have lost my way with parties, but I certainly haven't lost my way with women —he  smiled in her direction.

— Serious? — she ran her tongue over her bottom lip, forcing a disbelieving expression — I think you should prove it to me.

— Which one? — he asked, hoping that she would choose the second one because it had been a few hours since he'd been dying to know what her lips tasted like.

— Show me you know how to party. —she taunted him, blinking in his direction.

— I was in the middle of the dance floor, singing a song along with the engineers and mechanics a little while ago.

— Singing, perhaps, Coldplay's saddest song.

— What do you want me to do? — he asked.

— Enjoy this pleasant evening, have fun.

— What do you classify as fun?"

— It certainly isn't sitting around at a party with a beer in hand, especially when you're a member of the winning team.

— I can have fun.

— Are you sure about that?

Wolff laughed, affected by the question and used his free hand to slap the surface of the counter, jumping up from the stool he was sitting on, which made the woman laugh in surprise.

— The bartender called you Chia, but I don't know her name...

— Chiara.

— Right… Chiara. — he repeated, loving the way the name sounded from his lips, and smiled  — I'll show you that I can have fun.

She cocked her head to the side, opening her arms a little to show that the way was clear for him to do what she wanted. For the woman, he would approach her or something, but what she saw was the man walking towards the dance floor in long strides.

Toto had no idea what he could do to prove he could have fun in an environment like that. He just felt like he should show her that he wasn't as straight as she thought he was, and when he came to his senses, he was in the middle of the dance floor once more, now not knowing what he would do from then on, but sure that the woman was watching him.

He turned his body back, finding her with her eyes fixed in his direction, even though there were a few people between them, and she raised her glass in his direction in a silent greeting that was accompanied by a cunning smile on the face of those who doubted it. what he was going to do.

The austrian took his gaze to the stage and, when an idea came to his mind, he quickly ignored the thousands of no that echoed, just following that instinct that told him to do it. He climbed the side stairs leading to the stage and the DJ was quick to notice him because he was the head of Mercedes.

— Let’s give it up for Toto Wolff, everyone! — the man spoke into the microphone, attracting the attention of everyone present to the stage, including Chiara, who laughed when she realized where the man had gone.

Toto waved his hands, taking a few steps back before jumping over the people in front of the stage, being promptly welcomed into a kind of crowd surfing, being supported by everyone and being guided around the hall, in a way that he had never he guessed, amidst the shouts and whistles.

Chiara clapped both hands over her mouth, hiding the disbelieving laughter that escaped, and shaking her head from side to side, completely incredulous at what the man was doing simply because she had said he wasn't having fun.

As the austrian descended, new music echoed through the floor and she could watch him jump along with the people, completely lulled by the moment, the alcohol and her words that he should have fun. The brunette didn't waste a minute and downed the rest of the drink she had in her glass, jumping to her feet and heading to the dance floor as well.

She walked past the people until she reached Toto, attracting his attention by placing her hands on her sides, and the Austrian turned around, facing her, smiling broadly in her direction before placing a hand on either side of her face.

— Are you going to keep saying I don't know how to have fun?

— I'd say you're starting to show me you know. she murmured in response, smiling in his direction — However, you still need to show me that you still know how to do something else too.

The way the Austrian brought his eyebrows together made her laugh weakly, not caring at all about people bumping into her in the middle of her drunken dancing because the DJ kept playing as if Toto hadn't just jumped off the stage onto the people.

— What?

— That you haven't lost your way with women.

He shook his head in a positive sign, but let a mischievous smile take over her face, placing his hands on either side of the woman's waist before bringing his lips to her ear to murmur:

— I thought you said that no man on this rooftop had caught your attention... — even in that position, he could see the smile that took over her face and how it was her turn to approach to whisper the answer in his ear.

— Because I was already interested in a tall, straight-faced man who spent most of the night watching me and, a few minutes ago, proved to me that he knows how to have fun — laughed — I've been watching him from the podium on the circuit.

— On the podium?" — he said, pulling away so he could look into the woman's blue eyes — I thought people were paying attention to the champion...

— Not when his white shirt got soaked through. — he shrugged, biting his bottom lip for a split second before going for his final card.

Thanks to the thin heels that made her a little taller, Chiara could approach the Austrian and speak close to his ear, in the exact way he had done with her a few minutes ago.

Just having heard that thick voice and full of accent in her ear for a few moments had been enough to want to hear it when he had his body on top of hers and their bodies were completely sweaty.

— And it wasn't the only thing to get wet in that moment.

Toto's eyes widened at the whispered phrase against her ear and then he felt the woman's warm lips on her neck, right below the tip of her ear, which made him press his fingers against the skin of her neck. her hip.

“Shit”, she thought before pulling away and throwing whatever sanity he still had in the air. It was time to do what he'd wanted from the second he laid eyes on Chiara: taste her lips.

They were delicate and soft, they had a strong taste of absinthe, mixed with some other alcoholic drink that he couldn't decipher, and they fought directly with hers in an attempt of control in the middle of that kiss full of desire and lust.

Her hands went up to the Austrian's neck, taking her hands to the man's hair, letting them get lost in the softness of the place, enjoying the way he kept her glued to him.

At that moment, it was as if the outside world did not exist. Chiara and Toto only existed in their own universe that consisted of a completely delicious kiss, with their tongues devouring each other more and more and their hands starting to explore each other's unknown bodies.

He walked away for a few seconds, his breathing completely out of rhythm, only at that moment going back to listening to the music and the voices of the people around him, realizing that he was still in public and that this was not the place that this kind of thing should be to happen.

However, the woman's lips on his neck, sucking the skin and leaving wet kisses on the spot, didn't help him think coherently, they just made it clear to his head how much he wanted her at that moment.

— Chiara... — he breathed in a low tone, trying to maintain what little self-control he still had left in his body, and he didn't hear the woman's response — This isn't the best place.

She removed her lips from his neck, lifting her face so she could look at him and smirked in her direction as she lifted her shoulders.

— Don't you think it's exciting? — she smiled.

— It's not so exciting to think that all these people are watching me get hard because of you. — he replied in a serious and eager tone of voice, which made her look down her body for a moment — Besides, there's a comfortable bed in my suite that could be put to good use.

The english smiled, being responsible for interrupting the distance between them this time to unite her lips on his once more. She moved her hip, leaning it hard against the man's body and smiled between the kiss for being able to feel her erection at that moment, pulling away slowly.

Their noses and her lips were touching, their breaths mingling as they calmed down from yet another intense kissing exchange, and Toto held back the urge to kiss her once more.

At that moment, all he wanted most was to sink into her as soon as possible.

— Do you really want to keep wasting time here?

— Show me the way, Wolff.

Wolff smiled, completely satisfied with her statement, using the hands that were on Chiara's waist to turn her around and starting to guide her through the crowd so that they could reach the elevator. She didn't lie when she said that her strides were shorter than usual, just so she could feel the warm body of the man behind her, as well as the firm grip on her waist.

“By God…”, was all that echoed in her mind when they entered the elevator and Toto positioned himself against the wall opposite the one she had leaned against. She could get a full view of him, taking in the brightness of the room how perfectly the blouse fit him, how the first buttons undone made her mouth water to see his body inside.

Silently, she broke the short distance between the two, making him face her, somewhat surprised by the movement, but allowing himself to enjoy what she was starting to do.

Chiara kissed him one more time and could have sworn those were the best lips she had ever tasted. He used his free hand to cup the back of her neck, taking the opportunity to guide the kiss in a harder and more intense way, while the other squeezed her waist enough for her to release a broken moan. She lifted her leg, crossing it over the Austrian's body and it didn't take long for her to feel one of his hands on her bare thigh, squeezing it with precision.

When the air began to fail, Chiara pulled away from Toto for a few seconds, but brought her lips to his neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses all over the place while her hands began to move up and down all over his chest, she was looking forward to opening that damn shirt so she could see the sight of the man without her in front of him.

The sound of the elevator made them move away and Toto practically dragged her out of the room, following the corridor towards the suite where he was staying. Ratcliffe didn't know exactly how long it took to open the door because it had all been too fast, but it was a matter of minutes before her body was against the door and the man was distributing kisses all over her chest and neck.

The thin straps of her silk dress were pushed by the Austrian's thin and large fingers, falling over her arms and allowing him to have access to her breasts. Wolff pulled back a little so that he could look at her, appreciating how her breasts seemed to be the perfect size to fit in her hands, before squeezing them and lowering her head so he could taste them.

Her hands were lost in her hair, sometimes squeezing to get some of the pleasure she felt, while her back arched away from the surface behind her in pure delight at the sensations the Austrian was capable of providing.

Toto moved away from her again so that he could get rid of the red dress she was wearing, dragging the lingerie with him, and crouched at her feet. From bottom to top, he took his eyes all over her body and she could see all the lust and exudes in the glow those brown eyes held.

Slowly, he moved her legs apart, putting himself in the middle and starting to place kisses along the length of her leg to her crotch, which made Chiara squint at the closeness.

— Open your eyes. — he asked. From the moment he had those blue eyes on him, he felt like he never wanted to see the woman with her eyes closed again because they possessed a fantastic glow and were capable of putting him in an immensity. It was all he wanted at that moment.

With her eyes open, she saw the moment when he breathed against her intimacy, which caused a shiver to run through her entire body, before approaching her intimate lips. Chiara held her breath for a few seconds before she felt his tongue get to work and quickly ran her hands through his hair.

The austrian's tongue moved with dexterity: now up and down, now from side to side, interspersed with a suction on the woman's clitoris, now plunging his tongue completely into her intimacy. If he had more time, he would spend hours there so he could learn everything she liked, getting to unravel her would be magnificent.

— Shit, Toto... — Chiara murmured, fighting against the urge to close her eyes because she was also loving the connection that those chocolate eyes had with hers, but when he placed two fingers in her intimacy at once, it was impossible to shake it off. keep your eyes open.

A loud moan echoed through the suite and the Austrian smiled against her intimacy, before going back to sucking her, lifting his free hand so that he could squeeze her breasts. He wanted to speak again so that her eyes would be open, but that wouldn't be possible right now because the sight of the woman squirming in pleasure was too perfect to stop.

Ratcliffe could feel a balloon forming in her lower abdomen. With each movement and each minute, it seemed to increase more and she tried in every way to get out the sensations that were already beginning to dominate her body, knowing that at any moment that balloon of pleasure would explode.

— That… — she muttered in a low voice through her moans — That is great…

His movements were interspersed and, little by little, Chiara could feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes at all the pleasure he gave her. The instant the ball of pleasure in her abdomen exploded, an immensity appeared in the dark of her closed eyes as her body trembled and her feet buckled.

Toto still moved his tongue and fingers for a few more moments, wanting to prolong the sensation, but the woman moved due to the sensitivity, which made him stand up, a little staggering, sealing his lips on hers at once so that could share her sweet taste.

— I've been meaning to do this ever since you said my shirt wasn't the only thing that got wet on the podium. — he confessed, which made her laugh.

— I'm glad you caught the reference. — she blinked, cupping his face with one hand — And if I remember correctly, you said there was a comfortable bed in your suite.

— Over that door. — he pointed and she nodded, walking towards the place with her legs still a little unsteady, not even lending herself to observe the decoration. All she wanted most at that moment was that man, he didn't care about the environment.

Toto got rid of his clothes, following behind the woman and hugging her from behind, running his hands along the entire length of her body, delighting in the sensations before pushing her against the bed, which caused a weak laugh to escape through your lips.

— There's one thing that hasn't left my mind. — he said , while removing the only piece that was still on her body and Chiara knit her eyebrows, moving her own hand over her body.

— What?

Toto smiled maliciously before going to bed, placing himself on top of her, placing a few kisses on her neck while the woman opened her legs a little so that he could accommodate himself perfectly.

— How I want to be inside you.

— So, let’s not waste more time. — she said and he nodded, approaching her slowly, moving his cock against her intimacy up and down just to postpone what he would do, but decided not to waste any more time.

A howl came out of Chiara's lips as the austrian penetrated her and she squeezed his arms, completely new to that sensation, enjoying a few seconds before feeling the austrian begin to move, slowly at first.

Toto pushed his hips forward, bumping into her body, watching the way her breasts moved and bending his body forward so he could grab one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling as the brunette's moans sounded like music to your ears.

Gradually he increased the movements, forcing himself against her more and more, sliding one of his hands between their bodies so that he could touch her pleasure point and watching her squirm a little more. He smiled at that, trying to kiss her in between movements, both of them moaning against each other's mouths.

The way their bodies fit together, how they seemed to be in tune without ever having done so before was oddly curious, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to sink into that woman, to end all the desire she had made him have that night while he squirmed on the dance floor.

Chiara felt her hands pinned against the mattress, and when she opened her eyes, she found Toto's irises caught in hers once more as their bodies collided with each other much more intensely. Again that balloon appeared inside her and the fingers on her clitoris helped to increase the sensation more and more.

— Keep your eyes open. —he said —  I want to look at them while you come.

She shook her head, committing herself to comply with that request and make that Herculean effort to deliver what he wanted while her pleasure only increased. The moans and whispered words only made the brunette feel closer to her climax.

— Faster... — she asked her, being promptly answered by Wolff.

The sound of their bodies colliding mingled with the moans, being the only sounds in the room at that moment and Toto could feel the sweat running down his body, but it didn't take long for him to have an incredible vision: Chiara arching her back backwards as her entire body shook once more in the night with her lip parted as a silent moan escaped.

He continued to thrust so that he could prolong her orgasm, but also so that he could reach his own peak to fully fulfill her desire since he had noticed the woman at the party.

Suddenly, in her mind, flashes of the moments when she moved across the dance floor began to appear, the way her hips moved, how she moved her arms, sometimes throwing her hair to be able to show a little more of her the back of her neck, sometimes turning it enough for the dress to ride up a little.

The moment when they kissed after he threw himself off the stage was also there because Toto knew then that he would be in trouble if he stayed in public with her any longer. He wanted to go straight to the suite, he wanted to have what he was having at that moment: the woman all to himself.

A loud moan escaped her lips the instant he peaked, pouring himself completely inside her, sloppily thrusting a few more times before letting his body fall onto the bed, completely ecstatic.

Silence took over the environment in the midst of accelerated breathing and the other effect of alcohol hit both of them in the midst of that silence and the tiredness that the day had provided.

The sound of the cell phone alarm echoed through the room and, for a few seconds, it was mixed with the dream that the Austrian was having until the moment when his subconscious realized that the noise was external, which made him open his eyes, regretting it. if right away.

Toto Wolff was a man used to getting up early. Regardless of how the night before had gone or his schedule for the day, he maintained the ritual of waking up at five in the morning every day. He liked having time to exercise, have a good breakfast and read the world's financial news before heading out for the day that was usually packed with meetings.

The sun was beginning to rise in Abu Dhabi and, thanks to the curtains on the long windows being open, the sun's rays invaded the suite, causing the light to affect the Austrian's eyes, making his head throb.

Toto groaned, turning his body over on the bed and letting his face fall into the other pillow as he placed the one he used to sleep on over his head, closing his eyes tightly as if that action would do two things: turn off the alarm in the cell phone and end the headache he felt.

As much as he was feeling extremely exhausted, it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to sleep with that irritating sound continuing to echo through the silence of the suite, but besides that, something else had caused Wolff's practically full awakening.

An intense sweet smell was engraved on the pillow.

Quickly, he closed his eyes and it was as if he could relive everything. The touches, the nails digging into his back and shoulders; her lips against the skin of his neck, marking his abdomen; the disjointed whispered words, the pleas for him to be faster and stronger; the way her body trembled under his.

He remembered bringing his eyes to hers as he continued thrusting in order to prolong her climax as he sought to reach his own, wanting to etch in his memory the beautiful woman's face contorted with pleasure.

But at that very moment, all that appeared in his mind was a big blur. There wasn't a clear image of her face in his mind and the other memories of the night before seemed to be somewhat scrambled...

He jumped on his feet when his mind reminded him that she could be in the bathroom or the anteroom of the suite. He ignored the sound of the phone for a while longer, going first to the anteroom, but finding only his shoes and the blouse he wore the night before on the floor, which made him look around and confirm a fact: there was no women's clothing in the suite.

A nervous laugh escaped the austrian's lips because everything had been too real to be a dream. Her scent was on the pillow, he remembered the moments, the caresses...

Why didn't he remember her?

Why wasn't she in the suite anymore?

— Fucking phone. — he snorted, completely irritated, walking in firm steps towards the pants that were lying next to the bed along with his underwear, when he felt a pain in the sole of his left foot, which made him curse in German in a tone too loud for at five in the morning.

Again, irritating as it was, the phone was ignored and he lifted his foot so he could look to see if something had gotten caught in the sole, but he found nothing, which made him look down at the floor.

At that moment, the Austrian's chocolate eyes found something that certainly wasn't his: a ring.

Toto crouched down, reaching for the piece with his hand and brought it close to his face so that he could analyze it. It was a beautiful silver ring with a bird and a flower that connected, as if he was smelling it, and the flower had a red stone in the center.

Obviously, the jewel did not belong to him and no other woman had been in his room besides her. It didn't take long for the Austrian to make the connection as to who would own that piece.

The body of the Mercedes’ team principal fell onto the bed and he looked away from the ring, staring at the sun through the bedroom window as he tried to search on his mind for some reason why the woman had left before he woke up.

He tried to convince himself that it was just something casual, a night when he had too much to drink to forget his problems and celebrate the title that resulted in something more. However, his intuition and his chest questioned why he was so affected by the situation.

Maybe it was for her.

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[selfcare-or-procrastination]

STORY TIME:

Y/N, Toto's wife of 3 years, comes to visit him at the ____ GP. (they have an age gap)

Toto hates to show any kind of PDA and non of them are really active on social media. AND this means that nobody knows to who he is married too.

Sadly people are known to be mean and disrespectful to others who they actually dont know. *cought Horner*🤫

And Toto the gentelman he is, shows Y/N that everything they said about her are false accusations. 😉🥵

Cold Coffee | Toto Wolff x Reader

Summary: After an unfortunate run in with Christian Horner, you and Toto spend some private time together to disprove Horner’s words.

Warnings: 18+, oral (m receiving), praise?, biggest warning is that Christian H*rner is in it

Words: 1.1k

a/n: I put a slightly different spin on this than requested but hopefully you still like it ☺️

Toto had invited you to the Canadian Grand Prix with him which despite you both having been married for almost 2 years, was rare. He liked to keep you out of the spotlight so he could have a private personal life and you didn’t mind at all. You weren’t the most confident so the thought of having cameras in your face all the time and people speculating about your relationship didn’t appeal to you. Toto had given you a Mercedes pass so that you could get around the paddock but you had taken your wedding and engagement rings off and gone for a fairly plain black outfit with a Mercedes polo so you looked more like a staff member than Toto’s wife.

When you and Toto were in private, he was incredibly affectionate, always holding your hand, placing a hand on your back, kissing you but in public he was more cautious. Neither of you really used social media except for some very small scale private accounts that only your immediate family followed. You were also quite a bit younger than Toto so all in all, you didn’t think anyone would notice who you were.

You wondered around the paddock, taking in the atmosphere, it was all still quite exciting to you as you didn’t come very often. As you walked back into the Mercedes building you accidentally knocked shoulders with none other than Christian Horner who had been in Toto’s office to discuss the regulation changes over the porpoising.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised politely for bumping into him.

Christian looked you up and down, taking in the Mercedes polo shirt and pass, looking as if he was trying to place who you were.

“Just be more careful in future,” he responded sharply.

You knew Toto wasn’t fond of Horner and his tone towards you made it very clear why.

“Hang on, didn’t I ask you for a coffee when I came in?”

You looked at him blankly, he had clearly mistaken you for someone else, obviously not having cared enough to remember anyone’s face.

“Well I thought Mercedes normally employed slightly more hardworking people, no wonder the team is struggling at the moment if they’re relying on people like you.”

You could only assume the meeting hadn’t gone his way, surely people weren’t generally this rude. You look up, still so taken aback that you don’t know what to say. Your eyes meet Toto’s who is now stood a few steps behind Christian.

“Christian, I see you’ve met my wife,” Toto sounds angry.

His words only add to your shock, having both been so careful to not let people know who you were and then he has just announced it to someone very untrustworthy. Horner’s face dropped, realising how unpopular he would have just made himself by insulting Toto’s wife.

You composed yourself enough to extend your hand for a hand shake, “nice to meet you.”

He shook your hand and weakly excused himself from the building and walked quickly back out into the paddock. Toto slid his arm around you and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you okay my love?”

You nod quickly, “I can see why you never liked him.”

Toto laughs at your words and leads you back to his office so you can have some more privacy. You walk in and sit yourself at his desk chair, spinning round in it. Toto wouldn’t normally let anyone do that but it was you and he thought you looked hot sat at the desk. He sits himself down on the edge of the desk facing you and pulls you towards him using the arms of the chair.

He places a firm but loving kiss to your lips that you immediately return.

“Ignore Christian, he is a prick,” Toto sounds angry still but then his tone softens, “your face is unforgettable,” he places gentle kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and then your lips again.

You liked this protective side of Toto, you didn’t get to see it very often as you led such private lives but the way he had introduced you as his wife in such a commanding way had you weak at the knees.

“How private is your office?” you ask, suggestively running a hand up Toto’s muscular thigh.

It didn’t take much for Toto to get the hint as he reached for a controller that lowered blinds on all the windows.

“Let me show you how hardworking I can be,” you winked at him. With him on the desk and you in the chair, your head was perfectly in line with his lap.

Toto groaned at your words as you undid his belt buckle and zipper, palming him through the fabric of his boxers. You pull down the waistband, exposing his hardened cock to you. You push Toto’s thighs further apart so you can situate yourself comfortably between his legs. You take the tip of him into your mouth, sucking gently on it, making Toto’s breath catch in his throat.

Your tongue gathers up the salty pre-cum and smears it up and down his length as you lick from base to tip, holding his cock steady with your hand. You move your head down, taking about half of him into your mouth before moving back up to the head again.

“Hard workers don’t tease Schatz,” Toto warns as his hand settles itself on the back of your head, gently guiding you down his length.

Your nose brushes up against his pubic bone and you desperately focus on breathing and not gagging as he hits the back of your throat. His hand helps you set a pace as you move your mouth up and down his cock.

You can see the muscles in his abdomen tightening as he uses his free hand to grip the edge of the desk.

A string of mumbled profanities leave Toto’s lips as you continue your movements, your hands steadying yourself on his thighs.

“How could anyone forget a face that looks so pretty with a mouthful of cock,” Toto groans, taking in the sight beneath him.

You moan at Toto’s words, the vibrations against his dick have the muscles in his thighs contracting under your hands.

“I’m close,” he warns and you hum in response to signal that it’s okay for him to cum in your mouth.

Soon enough you feel his hot cum painting the back of your throat as you swallow it down, taking in his expression. His head is tilted back and lips parted as he breathes heavily, holding your head down.

You lick him clean and release him from your mouth with a ‘pop’. You smile up at your husband, pleased you can still make him feel this good.

Toto takes a couple more moments to regain his composure.

“You would certainly be employee of the month after that if you worked here.”

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[lucyrose191]

Hey could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she's been feeling unwell but insists she's coming to the track and he's worried about her. Long short story, their son (Jack) with her and she felt like she's going to go faint and she tell Jack to find Toto for her and Toto's being her knight in shining armor,rescued her. Just fluff and comfort. Tag me later. Thanks! :))

TAKE IT EASY| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

Summary; Your stubbornness to admit you may be feeling unwell might just be your downfall one day but your husband will always be there to catch you, as will your son.

Warnings; none

F1 Master List

You could feel the worried gaze of your husband from where he was standing in the en-suite getting dressed, he had woken up before you this morning which was his first notification that something was wrong but once he saw your flushed cheeks and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead he knew you certainly weren’t well.

He had tried to convince you to go back to bed but you refused, you were here to support him and Jack was so excited to attend a race again and whilst Toto was more than capable of looking after him, it was just easier for you to take care of Jack and entertain him because Toto still had work to do, a toddler didn’t just want to sit in the garage and wait for their father to finish a bunch of things before having fun.

So you insisted that you were fine and were adamant on going to the track, ignoring the churning of your stomach, fogginess in your mind and how weak your body felt.

Toto wasn’t happy with your decision at all, your health was so much more important to him than any race that he had brought up not going himself but you had shot down that idea before he could even finish his sentence.

So he relented.

You were now on your way to the track, the car wasn’t doing anything good for your stomach, leaving you to lean your head against the window with your eyes closed as you took deep breaths through your nose.

What was meant to be the comforting touch of your husband rubbing his hand back and forth across your thigh wasn’t helping with the nausea you felt either because all you could think about was how similar the touch was to him rubbing his hand up and down your back as you threw up.

Jack was in the back babbling nonstop about how excited he was to see Lewis again and hopefully sit in the car and you loved your son so much but your head was so fuzzy that everything he was saying you were hearing three times and you couldn’t think straight.

"Mama?" His small voice called out and you could perfectly hear the undertone of excitement.

"Yeah, darling?" You slowly turned around in your seat so you could look at him, mustering up the biggest smile you could for him.

"Can we see Charles and Carlos, today?" He asked, face filled with hope.

"We can do whatever you want to do but remember they’ll be very busy preparing for the race so they might not have time to speak with you."

"Okay, and can we see Bono?" He asked.

"Yes," you smiled weakly.

"And Mick?"

"If you want to, yes."

"And Lando and Oscar too?"

"We’ll do whatever you want to do Jack."

"Well I want food before we see Lando," he said strong cause you to laugh.

"Yeah, we mustn’t forget about that," you agreed before turning back in your seat. Of all the days for your son to be riddled with energy, today was not really ideal but you suppose that’s what comes with being a parent.

You rested your head back against the window, looking out at the streets you passed, reaching out blindly your clasped your hand with Toto’s that hadn’t removed from its position on your leg, hoping his touch could help you feel even the slightest bit better.

Toto released a deep breath as he turned off the car and turned to look at you. You hadn’t even registered that you had arrived at the track, still staring out the window in a daze. "It’s not too late to turn around and go back to the hotel, we can go back to bed." He spoke up quietly, not wanting to startle her.

You shook your head and turned to him with a smile, "I’ll be fine, come on, jack’s getting antsy," you responded, hearing your son trying and failing to unfasten his seatbelt.

Your husband huffed in defeat and reluctantly got out the car, opening the door behind his to let Jack out, you heard him entertain his childish rambling and as soon as the door shut you took a second to take a deep breath before getting out yourself.

"Mummy’s not feeling today so it’s up to you to take care of her okay?" Toto whispered to his son, who was resting on his hip, so you couldn’t hear.

Jack frowned and looked to his father in concern for you. "She’s poorly?"

Toto nodded "She’s doesn’t feel well, are you going to keep an eye on her for me?" Jack nodded with a determined look on his face before wriggling for Toto to put him down.

"Mummy!" He ran around the car as soon as his feet his the ground so he could get to you.

"Yeah, baby?" You crouched down, surprised when he wrapped his arms around your neck in a hug.

"I don’t want to see Charles, Carlos or Lando today, can we just get food and stay in Papa’s office and watch the race from the garage?" He asked.

You looked at him in confusion at his sudden change, he was beyond excited earlier and whilst you were relieved at the change in what he wanted, you were surprised at how abruptly he didn’t want to go and see the other drivers anymore.

"Are you sure that’s what you want?" You asked, skeptical as he nodded confidently but you reluctantly agreed.

"Okay then," you grabbed his hand and Toto grabbed his other as the three of you made your way into the track, you ignored the worried eyes of your husband that kept flickering to you every few seconds, the pair of you ignored the fans and shouts of media reporters as you weren’t in the mood to feign happiness and Toto was just far too concerned about you.

You had hoped that as day went by you would start to feel better but if anything you felt worse, you had went to hospitality with Jack to get some food to take back to Toto’s office but the mixture of smells had sent you spiralling and you tried to get out of there as quick as possible.

You and Jack had been in Toto’s office for about an hour and you hadn’t seen your husband in about two.

Jack was being on his best behaviour though, you don’t know where his change in what he wanted to do today came from but he seemed content sitting on the floor with his snacks and watching the live recording of the track on your phone.

You had sat yourself down on Toto’s chair to try and relax a bit but your head was spinning so much and your vision was starting to blur.

"Jack?" You called out weakly, you had tried to sound as though everything was okay as to not worry him but it didn’t work that well.

"Mama?" Jack pulled himself up to his feet immediately, live broadcast long forgotten as he saw his mother even paler than you had been this morning and leaning against his father’s desk, a thin layer of perspiration on your skin.

"Can you go get Papa for me? Tell him I need him quickly." You told him, trying to smile at him but your body didn’t even have the energy for that.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice, he turned around and ran to find Toto, opening the door with so much force that it banged against the wall before closing half way again.

"Papa!"

The Mercedes team all looked away from what they were doing and turned towards the sound of Jack’s panicked voice followed by the sight of him running through the garage with a petrified look on his face, searching for his dad.

"Papa!" He pretty much screamed, fear overtaking his body knowing that something was really wrong with his mother right now and you were alone and he couldn’t find his father.

The Mercedes team were worried beyond belief as they took in just how scared Jack was and how desperate he sounded for Toto who wasn’t in the garage at the moment.

"Jack?" Lewis slowly approached the boy who was stood in the middle of the garage, looking all around him, tears welling up in his eyes when he couldn’t see his dad.

He looked at Lewis frantically. "Where’s Papa?" He demanded.

"I think he’s speaking to someone right now, are you okay?" Lewis crouched down in front of him.

Jack shook his head aggressively, "I need Papa, Mama needs him quickly!"

"Where’s your mama?" Lewis asked as worry filled him. "Show me where she is, maybe I can help her?"

But Jack shook his head "no, she needs Papa, she told me to get him quickly."

Lewis sighed but nodded, a bad feeling was settling have in his chest for you. "Okay, you stay right here and don’t move and I’m going to go and get your dad, okay?"

"You need to be quick!" Jack told him desperately.

"I’ll be as quick as I can." Lewis told him, giving a look to the team to keep an eye on him before turning and quite literally running out of the garage.

People stopped and watched in confusion as they saw Lewis Hamilton running through the pits, looking around frantically for someone.

It didn’t take him long to see Toto sticking out from the crowd, in the middle of an interview with Martin Brundle, he didn’t care that it was live and brutally interrupted the pair of them, grabbing Toto’s arm. "You need to come with me, now. It’s important."

Seeing the serious look in his driver’s eyes, a million scenarios swirled around in Toto’s mind. He didn’t even excuse himself from Martin knowing that Lewis wouldn’t just crash his interview for no reason.

What took him back more was the fact that his driver had started running back into the direction of their garage and Toto didn’t hesitate to follow.

He couldn’t imagine how this looked, Lewis running through the paddock frantically, crashing Toto’s live interview and the pair of them running back.

"What is wrong?" He huffed as they weaved in and out of the masses of people crowding in the pits.

Lewis kept his voice down as he explained, not wanting this to hit the internet from someone overhearing. "I have no idea, Jack was screaming in the middle of the garage, looking for you. He said Y/N needed you quickly so I tried to get him to tell me where she was but he wouldn’t, said she told him to get you as quick as he could, he looked terrified."

A deep sickening feeling settled into the pit of Toto’s stomach as he quickened his pace, he knew you weren’t well today and the multiple scenarios of what could possibly have happened scared him.

"Papa!" Jack yelled as soon as he saw his father enter the garage, running straight for Toto and diving into his legs. "Quickly! Mama said she needs you."

Toto picked Jack up and looked him in the eye. "You stay here with Lewis, okay? I’m going to go see Mama."

Jack nodded, suddenly a lot more calm now that his dad was here and didn’t complain when he was passed off to Lewis.

Toto quickly made his way to his office and as soon as he stood in the threshold of the doorway, his heart fell to his stomach as he lay his eyes upon you, unconscious on the floor by his desk.

He was by your side in a second, kneeling next to you as he rolled you onto your side and moved your hair from your face.

"Liebe?" He gently tapped the side of your face, trying to coerce you out of unconsciousness.

At no response, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, grimacing at the amount of heat he felt radiating from your body. Looking around his office, he saw a glass of ice water sitting on his desk, he grabbed the glass and dipped his hand inside before pressing it back against your forehead, hoping it would cool you down a bit.

"Schatz?" He tried to wake you again, this time successful as he heard a slight change in your breathing and saw your eyes moving beneath your lids.

"Y/N, you’re okay, take it easy." He continued speaking to try and coerce you more awake, smiling when he saw your eyes open.

You were confused to see your husband hovering above you, your mind was foggy and your body felt so heavy you couldn’t move your limbs.

Looking around, you found that you were lying on the floor causing your face to contort into confusion.

Turning back to Toto, you blinked up at him and upon seeing the questioning look on your face, he explained. "You fainted, and gave Jack quite the fright too."

Hearing Jack’s name, your body filled with worry and you tried to sit up but Toto’s hands on your shoulders encouraged you to lay back down. "He’s fine, he’s with Lewis."

"Need a drink," you told him causing him to look at the glass on the edge of his desk.

"I’ll get you a new one, I put my hand in that one to try and cool you down," he told you.

You shook your head, "it’s fine," you held out your hand for him to just give you the one on the desk, not really wanting him to leave at the minute.

Toto brought the glass to your lips, insisting on hosing it for you since your hands were shaky and he didn’t want you spilling it all over yourself. "Have you had anything to eat?"

You shook your head, the idea of food earlier had knocked you funny but you know you should probably eat something.

"I’ll get someone from hospitality to make you some toast," he told you, not really giving you the opportunity to refuse, not that you would have anyways. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, thank you." you replied, sitting yourself up to lean against his desk. It was as though passing out was what your body needed to recover because the fuzziness in your head had faded away, the hot flush all over your body was gone and your stomach was no longer churning anymore, it just felt empty.

"We should’ve stayed at the hotel," Toto repeated for what felt like the hundredth time today and you couldn’t even argue with him this time. "I know," you responded.

"Do you want to stay in here and rest while the race is happening? I can keep Jack with me."

You shook your head, "No, I want to watch it out there; I’ll be fine."

Toto sighed but nodded.

"Mama!" Jack ran away from Lewis and towards you as soon as he saw you and Toto leave his office, you smiled widely and crouched down for him to run into your arms despite Toto’s protests, knowing you still felt a bit weak.

"Hi, baby," you wrapped your arms around him tightly and rubbed a hand up and down his back.

"I got Papa just like you said," he spoke into your shoulder.

"I know, you did such a good job," you told him proudly.

Toto insisted that you stay near him whilst the race was happening, not willing for you to leave his sight incase anything else happened so you curled up on a chair beside him with Jack on your lap, the boy also not wanting to be far from you, with Toto’s large coat draped over the pair of you.

A plate of toast and a glass of water had been set in front of you next to the monitors and there was no way you could stomach all four slices so you and Jack split it.

The media had their speculations as to why Toto and Lewis had been rushing through the paddock but once they saw you snuggled up on the chair beside Toto, still very pale, they could guess what happened but they thought it was adorable seeing how the man would constantly glance away from the monitor to you and Jack to ensure you were okay, his hand stroking your hair away from your face every few minutes.

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[h-c-u]

No handlebars

Summary: A brat being a brat by finding a loophole in the rule. 

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

W/C: 4.1k

Rating: +18, age gap, dom/sub, oral sex (male receiving), cumplay, slight humiliation kink, dry-humping, tiny bit of aftercare

A/N: No plot. Pure filthy smut, so obligatory you are responsible for the media you consume. It's literally just a blowjob with some humping, nothing else. You have been warned <3

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You hated waking up alone, but you accepted it due to how different your sleep schedule was from Toto's, and you loved him, so it was a small sacrifice. While he was often up with the first rays of the sun, you could kill someone if they woke you up before 10 AM. And even that was pushing it if they didn't have a fresh coffee or something sweet as a bribe. So you weren't exactly happy when the loud sound of the doorbell ripped you from the blissful arms of Morpheus and plunged you into a much too cold and too empty bed. Usually, you would just go back to sleep, but today was one of those days when your need to touch and to be held was just too high. 

Even though there was no one there to hear it, the loud, annoyed groan left your mouth. You kicked your feet to throw the duvet from your body, exposing yourself to the cold air, because of course his damn Austrian ass just had to open the window. You could almost hear "Lüften is healthy for you, Schatzi" in his voice when you were closing it. Your bare feet on the hardwood floor didn't help your mood. Your face was donning a sour look when you came downstairs in search of the attention you craved, so when you saw an opened laptop and the cell phone in Toto's hand, you weren't exactly pleased.

He was fully dressed, even though it was well before noon on the weekend, which meant that he had already left the house, but now he was back, and it was all that mattered. With making as little sound as possible, so the microphone in his phone wouldn't pick it up, you stepped behind the couch, first making sure he wasn't in any sort of virtual meeting.

You gently grabbed his attention by rubbing your cheek on the top of his head and placing a soft kiss on his temple. He hummed, acknowledging your presence, but his focus was still on the many, many graphs on the screen. But today you were feeling bratty, so instead of leaving him alone, you playfully bit his ear, which resulted in him giving you a warning look. However, in your head, it was a success, because he turned around from the laptop, so not only you did do it again, this time a little bit harder, but you also pulled the neckline of his shirt down and slithered your hands under the blue material in search of more skin-to-skin contact. When you did that, Toto roughly grabbed your wrists and pulled you by them over the backrest of the sofa. With a quiet yelp, you landed on the seat on your back, with your legs draped over the pillows. But despite his abrupt reaction, there was no anger or even annoyance on his face, so you knew you could push back even more. 

You stayed still for a moment, letting him think that you were subdued, and his grip on your wrists loosened, which was exactly what you were waiting for. With a devilish smile (which he, fortunately, didn't notice), you quickly parted your wrists, forcing his fingers apart and freeing yourself. His gaze instantly snapped to you, but you were already conducting your sneaky attack. You rolled down the couch, landing on his lap, essentially straddling him. You smushed your face against his chest and wrapped your arms under his shoulders, pinning him to the couch with your body. He could easily overpower you, but instead, he just sighed with resignation, leaned back, and put his free hand in between your shoulder blades, keeping you where you were, while he continued talking over the phone. You didn't even pay attention to his words, focusing on the low timbre of his voice and how it vibrated deep in his chest. 

You were absorbing his warmth like a sponge, and you could feel your body relaxing against his, the annoyance and frustration from before melting away and slowly being replaced by something else because the heat you were stealing from him seemed to be pooling in your abdomen. Without looking at Toto's face, you experimentally rolled your hips over his. He quickly moved his hand to the back of your neck, where he gave you a warning squeeze, but your brattiness won, so instead of behaving, you slowly moved your hands down in between your bodies and started gently pulling out his shirt from his trousers. When there was enough space to slither under the material, you did just that and ran your fingernails over his stomach. And that was enough for him. 

He grabbed you stronger by your neck and pushed you from his lap to the floor, so you were kneeling in between his legs. 

- Keep. Your hands. To yourself. - he growled, covering the microphone in his phone with his hand and you pouted in response. You wanted to touch him, to have his skin rubbing against yours, but instead, he was mean and refused to give you that. Well, maybe if you asked nicely for it, he would be more lenient, but now... Now you couldn't do anything with your hands.

But he didn't say anything about other parts of your body... With an almost theatrical flair, you moved your hands behind your back, where you crossed your wrists, indicating that you were planning on following the rule he just established. You remained still for a good moment, yet again lulling him into a false sense of security, and when you realized he was about to make a longer comment about something he heard on the other side of the line, you finally made your move. 

Still kneeling in between his legs, you shifted up and forward, so your face was getting closer to his crotch, but he didn't stop you, even though he definitely could. Instead, he just raised his eyebrow, curious about how you will proceed. With your teeth, you grabbed the thick leather of his belt and with very small moves at first, you started pulling it out of the buckle. It took you a good minute to achieve that, but you did it without breaking a rule, so it was worth it. And if by keeping your hands to yourself, you rubbed even more against the material of his trousers with your cheeks and chin... Well... You were just abiding by his words.

With a smug smile, you finally pulled the leather out of the metal bar, but there was still a long way ahead of you, and you could already feel him growing because of the additional stimulation. Now it was time to pull the prong out of the hole it was nested in. You knew it would be much harder, so you adjusted your position a little and moved even closer, sliding your head in such a way that the freed part of the belt was resting on your cheek, giving you more access. You tried to dislodge the prong with your tongue, but there was too much pressure on it and even though you could do wonderful things with your tongue, it wasn't strong enough to completely unbuckle the belt, so you tried again, this time with your teeth, but there was not enough space for you to properly grab that stubborn spike. You huffed with annoyance and retreated for a moment, trying to come up with the best strategy.

Eventually, you got as close as possible to the buckle and grabbed the leather there with your teeth and pulled; it put more pressure around his waist, but less on the prong, to the point, that when you angled it correctly, you were able to dislodge the spike with your nose. You instantly let go of the belt, grabbed the prong with your teeth, and started pulling, eventually freeing the belt from the buckle. You would lie if you said that you weren't pleased with yourself, but you were far from done. 

When you looked up to see his reaction, there was a very tiny smile in the corner of his mouth, which meant that he was enjoying your struggles and desperation, so you dove right back in, this time giving your full attention to the button. You grabbed the material just next to it with your teeth and tried to pull it back on an angle to see if the button would be able to slip out on its own, but unfortunately, it didn't, so you pulled in the other direction, putting your tongue to good use. It took you a few tries, but eventually, you were able to push the button through and get to the zipper, which was the easiest part of the whole challenge. 

With your teeth you moved the now redundant material down and to the sides, exposing his pants, but you didn't remove it right away. Instead, you rubbed your cheeks over it, exposing a small wet patch of precum, over which you almost immediately closed your mouth, and started sucking, not caring that you were soaking his underwear. You chased his faint taste for over a minute, feeling him grow and harden under his pants, until the band was no longer flush with his abdomen, which almost instantly made you grin, but you didn't move it just yet. Instead, you traveled with your mouth down his shaft, until you got to the base. With the material already stretched around his length, it was hard to close your mouth around his balls, but after some maneuvering with your tongue, you were able to do so, and you started running your tongue over them, soaking the thin cotton even more. 

You chose this moment to look up again... Toto was lazily leaning back on the sofa, resting his head on the pillows. Even from this angle, you were able to tell that his lips were parted, and his breathing was much shallower than it was around fifteen minutes ago, but he still had full control over his reactions. His voice was steady, his thoughts were clear, and he was simply enjoying the ride you were taking him on. So, you slowly moved back up, grabbed the edge of the material with your teeth, and pulled it down, fully exposing his cock. 

Only now he reacted. He held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, and with both hands started gathering your hair into a ponytail, which he tied with a hairband that was permanently on his wrist just for this reason. He loved getting you messy, but he also knew that you hated when your hair was sticking to your face, so he was happy to compromise if that meant more blowjobs. With an innocent smile, he ran his thumb around your mouth, gathering the excess saliva you managed to smear, brought his finger to his lips, and licked it clean without breaking eye contact. You truly didn't know how the hell he managed to stay so collected, composed, and able to carry a conversation about the aerodynamics of the front wing, and you just knew it would take a while, so there was no reason for you to hurry. 

His pretty dark pink tip was almost begging you to close your lips around it and lick a drop of precum that already managed to gather on the top since you freed him, but instead of focusing on it, you placed a row of wet, sloppy kisses down the whole length until you reached the balls again. This time without any barrier, taking care of them was easy. With his cock pressed against your cheek, you focused on each one individually gently taking them in your mouth and slowly running your flattened tongue over them. You took your time carefully licking them, softly sucking, running your pointed tongue in the especially sensitive places. You even lifted them with your nose at one point and sucked on that soft spot just underneath. But as much as you loved playing with them, they weren't the main attraction, so you gave a few long licks from the base back to the tip, where you gathered the precum with your tongue and swallowed those few drops, enjoying the slightly salty and sweet taste. 

With your hands still behind your back, you loosely closed your mouth around the head. Without using much pressure, you ran your tongue over the tip, trying to scoop as much of the white fluid as you could, and only when there was nothing left, you started sucking. Gently at first, but soon it wasn't enough, so you closed your lips tighter and ran your tongue around the whole head in chase of his taste, flicking a few times on that specific sensitive spot. Careful not to accidentally scratch him with your teeth, you started moving a little bit lower, but not much; you wanted to have some fun too, after all. You could easily get him off much quicker, but that was not the point of this whole ordeal. It was about finding fun and pleasure within the rules. Well... Maybe pushing them just a little bit... 

You let your saliva run down his shaft, but you quickly followed and smeared it around, so your lips could slide easier up and down when you eventually decided that it was time for that. But for now, you came back up and let him slip out of your mouth for a moment, allowing the tip to catch on your lower lip and roll it down a little. And when you looked further up, the head of his cock slid over your chin. You couldn't help but smile when you saw the way he was looking at you, because there was no more powerful feeling than the knowledge you were being desired by the person your whole heart belonged to. 

Without breaking eye contact you gave a few short licks under the tip, tracing the edge of the head with your pointed tongue and then you finally dove down. You let his cock slide down your tongue only closing your lips around it in about half of the length. As much as you wanted to swallow it whole in one go, you knew your skills well enough to know that you still needed some preparation, especially without your hands acting as a buffer as you were getting more comfortable with him deeper. So, for now, you took your sweet time giving him a slow and sloppy blowjob, careful not to put too much pressure, because you didn't want your playtime to end too early. 

You knew Toto loved getting you messy, so besides taking him as deep as you currently could, you were also placing rows of wet kisses down his length letting the top part of his shaft smear your own saliva mixed with his precum around your mouth, cheeks, and chin. You knew you must have been a sight like that... With pure desperation and want in your beautiful doe eyes, face glistening from the wetness of your own doing, lips stretched around his girth and around three-quarters of his length buried in your throat. He just couldn't help himself and put his big hand on the back of your head. His touch made you inhale sharply, which with his cock breaching your throat made you choke, so you quickly retreated and gasped for air; you were just hoping that the microphone in his phone wasn't sensitive enough to catch it, because up until now, you managed to keep all the noises to the minimum. 

There were strings of drool connecting your lower lip to the tip of his cock, and you followed them, catching everything on your tongue and diving back in. This time you were prepared for his hand guiding you deeper than you would have gone on your own, so you timed your breathing accordingly, but then he pushed your head harder until your nose was smushed against his abdomen, and he kept you there. At first, you didn't mind, but with every passing second your heart started beating faster, because you realized that it was only a matter of time before you start to gag. You did your best to hold your breath for as long as possible. The tears slowly gathered in your eyes while you wordlessly begged him to let you go up for air, but he continued the conversation as if you weren't getting lightheaded with his dick completely sheathed in your throat. 

You were losing a battle with your own body, but you still didn't use your safety gesture, having complete trust that he wouldn't put you in any true danger. But eventually, your body lost and gasped for air. Only there was a foreign object blocking your airways, so you immediately started choking and gagging, producing a river of saliva that ran down your chin and soaked in the material of his trousers. After about five seconds of this torture, he pulled on your head roughly and when you looked at him all messed up, your face read, tears streaming from your eyes and covered in your own drool, he just smirked and raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

And just for a second, you hated yourself for how your body was reacting, because now not only your face was wet. You groaned and nodded, answering the unasked question. In response, he pointed his chin towards his foot, glanced at it for a very short moment, and you understood immediately what he meant, so you shimmied closer until you were able to grind on that place where his ankle met his shin, and when you rolled your hips for the first time, you just couldn't stop the breathy moan that left your mouth.

Instead of scolding you, he just guided you toward his cock again to silence you. This time he let you keep control over the tempo because you already got what he wanted from the previous interaction, but he didn't move his hand from your head; its heavy weight was weirdly giving you comfort. This time muscle memory took over and you instinctively relaxed your jaw and throat when slowly taking him deeper, but you were too horny and too greedy to toy with him, so you quickly picked up speed. It took you a good minute to find a good rhythm between moving your head and grinding your hips, but when you did, you started moving even quicker, not even realizing that Toto ended his phone call and threw his head back, fully enjoying what you were doing. Your hands were still behind your back, which he secretly admired and cataloged in his head for future use. 

You were so focused on chasing your own release, that you lost your balance for a second, which resulted in you gagging again, but you were so close that you didn't care and allowed your throat to spasm around his cock and buried your face in his pubic hair, now focusing only on grinding your hips in erratic movements. You were so desperate to cum that you didn't care that you couldn't breathe and that you were in pain, so when Toto grabbed you roughly by the hair and pulled you back, you cried out loud, because you wanted... no, needed that to cum. You wanted to protest, to argue that you were a good girl, that you followed instructions just so he could let you finish with your mouth closed around his beautiful cock, but before you managed to say a word, you felt the first load of his cum landing on your cheek. And then another... And another. Until almost your whole face was painted with his sticky, warm release. 

You didn't realize that you closed your eyes, so completely lost this near the edge so you yelped in surprise when he angled his foot up, putting more pressure on your clit, and you resumed grinding almost instantly, now focusing only on chasing your own orgasm. You didn't even know when, but you wrapped your arms around his leg as you were helplessly humping it like an animal in heat, without a drop of care about what others would think if they saw you like that. Because all that mattered was what Toto thought, and the adoration in his eyes when you were so broken and vulnerable, with all the inhibition thrown out the window told you everything you needed to know. 

He leaned down and started gathering his own cum from your face with his tongue, and when he got enough, his hand traveled from the back of your head to your throat, where he put pressure on your artery, cutting the supply of oxygenated blood to your brain. He didn't have to tell you to open your mouth, because you were breathing heavily so close to orgasm, so he was able to latch onto them and through a sloppy kiss, feed you the first portion of his load, but you barely registered the familiar taste. He didn't even wait for you to swallow before he went back to gather more. And then again. Until there was nothing left on your face, and you were able to look at him without fear of cum dripping into your eyes. Your pupils were blown wide open from the arousal and the lack of oxygen; you were so close... You just needed...

- You can cum... - he said just as he released the grip on your throat, allowing a fresh wave of oxygen to flood and overload your brain. You came almost immediately after he said those words. Your eyes rolled back into your skull when a wave of intense pleasure rushed through your body and pulled you under the surface, but your hips rolled a few more times without your control until you drenched Toto's food and the carpet underneath with your release. His low chuckle reached you in the darkness of the semi-consciousness you were currently wrapped in. Your still twitching body was leaning on his leg, with your arms tightly wrapped around his knee, your torso bent and your head resting on his clothed thigh. You were breathing heavily, and you had to close your eyes again, still processing what just happened.

The first thing you consciously registered was a familiar, slightly salty taste on your tongue and a faint smile crawled onto your lips, while you gently rubbed your cheek over the material of his trousers, grounding yourself back in reality. And when you eventually did, you looked up at the love of your life with a silent request in your eyes. You didn't have to say anything more, because just as you relaxed your arms and reached for him, he was already reaching to pull you up onto his lap, not caring about the mess you made from his clothes, the couch, and the carpet. In the end, it didn't matter, it all could be cleaned or replaced, but you... There was not a chance there was another creature in this world so perfectly made for him. 

You rested your head on his chest, right under his chin, while his hands were tracing unrecognizable shapes over your body. Eventually, your breathing calmed down and you could no longer feel your heartbeat in the tiniest parts of your body, so you closed your eyes just for a moment, allowing yourself to enjoy his closeness, his touch, his scent, which was what kept you awake in the first place. So, when that need was satisfied, it wasn't long before your exhausted and pushed to an extreme body drifted right back to sleep, in the environment your mind considered as the safest in the world. 

Your consciousness resurfaced just once, when no part of him was touching you, and you groaned in protest, slowly realizing that he carried you back to bed and laid you in it.

- Don't leave me... - you whispered so quietly, that in your still fogged-up mind, you weren't sure if he heard it. But the shifting weight on the mattress behind you told you that he did.

- Never... - he placed a soft kiss right behind your ear, as he got closer, so his now naked torso pressed against your back, and his arms wrapped tightly around you. - I love you. - you heard just before you drifted away again, but it was too late for you to reply. 

Normally he wouldn't be caught dead in bed this late in the morning, but it was what you required, and he would always take care of you in any and every way you needed, no matter how twisted or soft. 

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Toto Wolff fanfiction #Toto Wolff smut #Toto Wolff x reader #🖤 #🧸 #🥪 #😛 #🔥

[rosemoncherie]

no air: t.wolff.

pairing: toto wolff x black f!reader

summary: It was so wrong for you to feel this way for your Boss but when he looked at you, all your inhibitions left and thoughts of him wanting you just as you wanted him consumed you.

warning: MINORS DNI, NSFW, mild smut, choking, minor dirty talk, thigh riding, dry humping, minor rough handling.

note: repost from my main page.

w.c: 876

tags: @queenshikongo3 @babyflowa07 @nomnomnibblenibble @bekindbecoolbeyou @susiewlff @scorpiobleue @paprikabadger @ricciardosheart @f1-hoff @misswolff @simpforpierre @playgurlxoxo

“What are you doing? Hmm!” He cussed at you as you backed further into his office. Your hips swayed which allured him even further. There was no fear in your eyes as he stalked you like prey.

“Oh come on, we’ve been playing this game for far too long don’t you think?” You licked your crimson red stained lips. Your Halle Berry’s cat woman costume had done its job. At a work Halloween party at the factory, you had decided to put your charms to their full effects on your boss, Toto Wolff. Since his divorce was finalised - you did not feel any type of guilt for letting your sexual attraction towards him be known and whilst he wanted to play coy like he wasn’t attracted to you - you decided that you were done playing games.

“I’m your boss YN for fuck sake!” He growled but he reached out to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his body.

“But you can’t deny it can you?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and untied the Zorro mask on his face and let it fall to the ground. You loved seeing his eyes closely. They were the gates to his true feelings and he could not hide those from you.

Toto wanted you and it was weighing on him to keep it bay and you wanted to bring that carnal instinct out of him. You moved the cat mask from your face and sunk your gloved cat claws into his cheeks and pulled him closer, tracing your lips with his.

“You make me lose control. I can’t have that around me.” He spoke against your lips. You smirked as you felt his hands trail down your back and move to cup your ass, groaning softly at the soft feel of your cheeks. For years, he had dreamt of touching you like this. You nibbled on his jawline, your lips following a path to his ear before you gave his earlobe a kitten lick.

“Stop fighting it. I want you to take me.” You lured him. “Just the way you want.”

Your words broke the dam.

He pushed you against the wall and just as your arms moved away from his hair to his shoulders, his large hand came around your neck and squeezed. The tiny gasp of surprise that left you, urged him further on as he hiked his knee in between your legs and pressed his thigh against your cunt. The squeeze of his hand around your throat filled you with need you soon relented - reaching towards him regardless of his restraint on you.

The tightness in your breathing airwaves seemed to set your body aflame as your pussy throbbed and begged for attention. The spark in your eyes pulled Toto further as he finally gave you the relief that you had been silently begging for. His body gave into yours as he captured your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue breached into yours before moving to suck on your bottom lip.

Before you could stop yourself, you began to grind against his leg. The ache was becoming too much to bear and you needed some relief. The shock of your movements caused him to stop and pull away from your lips. You whimpered at the loss and opened your eyes.

“Please.” You pleaded as you heaved, trying to regain control of your breathing but your hips did not stop moving.

“Such a needy fucking slut aren’t you?” The drawl of his accent sent electric shocks to your clit and aroused you even more.

“Squeeze harder.” You whispered as the muscles in the pit of your stomach began to tighten.

He followed your instruction and tightened his restraint on your throat. Your eyes closed as the loss of the oxygen from your brain triggered your orgasm. He bruised your lips once more with full force. Your claws dug into his shoulders, causing some discomfort but nothing he couldn’t handle. His dick was so hard, the brush of fabric could make him cum in his pants at any moment. It was pretty pathetic but watching you lose yourself on his thigh was so damn hot, he couldn’t be blamed.

You were gasping for air as you deepened the kiss with your impending climax.

“I’m going to cum!” You hissed through your shortened breaths with a dangerous moan quickly being emitted from deep within your throat suffocating you, Toto pressed his body into you, your legs intertwining further and begin lifted off the ground as your orgasm plummeted through your body. Your body seized as you became lightheaded as euphoria besieged you.

Through the white noise, you could hear the soothing words of Toto as he finally pulled his hand away from your throat, allowing for air to reach your brain.

“You did so good for me my love. Looked so good coming for me.” He picked you up into his arms and began walking towards his executive bedroom that you knew was located behind the trophy shelf. You hid your face in his neck placing kisses on his open neck.

There was no hiding anymore, you had given him the greenlight and he was going to ruin every single inch of you.

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[agendabymooner]

the paddock’s iconic team owners ! toto w. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - cmyc extra

summary: toto and tilly wolff are the it couple of formula one. OR this is a series of posts in which fans obsessed over the pair because of their dynamic.

content warning: possible use of explicit language, can be seen as a standalone or an extra to a series (colour me your colour), thirsty fans, social media admins being a mess, fluff, mentions THAT ONE TOTO WOLFF VIDEO, jokes of forbidden romance (ofc owns red bull, he owns merc), f1 team ownership

note: im on my older men kick this week. enjoy xx

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liked by lewishamilton, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1

user1 girl dinner 😋

user2 girl feast 😩

user3 TILLY PLEASE 😔 you can’t tease us like this

redbullracing mothaaaaa 🥵🥵

mercedesamgf1 mama and papa???? 😮‍💨

scuderiaferrari 😐

mclaren i know you didn’t just say that 😑

redbullracing scuderiaferrari mclaren mother should’ve adopted you two out.

user4 WHY ARE THE ADMINS FIGHTINF IN TILLY’S COMMENRS 😭😭😭

maxverstappen1 🙌🙌 liked by tillywolff

charles_leclerc i like 👍 liked by tillywolff

lewishamilton vacay without your kids? 🤣 liked by tillywolff

tillywolff some peace and serenity would suffice even if it’s just for a week 🙏

danielricciardo i didn’t think you’d be able to find an ostrich in the coastlines until i saw the first pic 🤧 are they feathery enough?

tillywolff you’re a dickhead 😐

danielricciardo you love me tho 😍😘😘 liked by tillywolff

mercedesamgf1 danny, dad said stay away from our mum 🧍‍♀️

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[wonderfulwonderrful]

Sparks Fly / A New Year's Eve Fic (+18)

Summary: Toto is ready to leave shitty 2023 behind and start the new year the best way possible, and you don't want to spend another New Year's Eve all alone. It's like destiny and the universe conspired to bring you together.

This is a one-shot daddykink!Toto x reader set during New Year's Eve. I hope your 2024 is full of abundance, health, and great things for all of you!

My masterlist of Toto Wolff fics here

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It's New Year's Eve, and the air is filled with celebration and booze in the luxurious nightclub where Toto Wolff is saying 2023 goodbye, culminating a year's worth of dreams, aspirations, and desires in a glittering extravaganza wild party. This year wasn't his very best, but he is determined to end it on a high note. 

That's why Toto's gaze spans the sea of hot bodies attending the exclusive event. His horniness fuels his quest for a match to spend the end of the year with. His heart skips as he notices your radiant silhouette moving on the dance floor, completely alone just meters from him.

Your slender yet sinfully curvaceous figure, draped in a form-fitting black dress that leaves little to the imagination, dances sensually; Toto witnesses with delight each movement of your hips and ass.

Unable to resist your magnetic pull, he walks towards you through the crowd of bodies, his gaze never leaving you.

Toto feels drunk in lust and admiration when the two of you finally stand face-to-face. He manages to introduce himself among the loud music and vibrant atmosphere. —Toto Wolff.

Your lips curl into a smile, your eyes sparkling with mischief, feeling proud of grabbing his attention. —Y/N —you introduce yourself.

—Can I enjoy your fucking sensual dance from up close? —he asks, swallowing the lump in his throat.

You let out a giggle and, with a sexy voice, answer. —Yeah. Come here.

As you move for him on the dance floor, Toto places his hands on your waist, his fingers brushing against the delicate lace trimming your gown. You lean against his body, and Toto inhales deeply. His scent mingles with the sweet aroma of champagne lingering in the air. Your skin is smooth and warm beneath his touch.

—What brings you to me tonight? —you ask, with your voice husky and enticing.

He hesitates momentarily before answering. —I'm just looking forward to starting the year with a bang!

A smirk plays on your lips. —Is that so?

—I mean, start the year on the right foot! —he quickly corrects. —Well, the other, too, if you want to —he adventures, winking. —I had a shitty, shitty year. I'm looking forward to ending it the best way.

You arch an eyebrow; your gaze locks onto his. —Why do I sense there's more to this than meets the eye?

Toto sighs, a fleeting shadow crossing his face. —Perhaps you're right —he whispers, his eyes tracing your curves. —The past few months have been tumultuous, leaving me questioning the direction of my life.

You tilt your head slightly. —You feel yourself trapped with routine, desperately seeking some excitement to break free from the bad streak you feel at, am I correct?

Toto chuckles softly. —You've quite the intuition, don't you?

You shrug nonchalantly. —Call it a sixth sense, or perhaps, simply having a Netflix account and an F1 subscription. I know what's up —you laugh at his amused face.

—Please tell me I'm your favorite one from Drive To Survive —he jokes with you, forgetting he is famous for a moment.

—I can show you —you whisper to his ear. Then your bodies sway together, moving in perfect harmony as if guided by an unseen force. Toto feels the heat radiating from your skin, your scent filling his nostrils like the sweetest perfume, enjoying your ass rubbing against his bulge, following the music's beat.

—So, to fix that, you decided to attend this New Year's Eve lavish party? —you ask with genuine curiosity as you feel him wrapping you tightly, burying his face on your shoulder.

—Believe it or not, I was about to spend it alone, cooped up in my apartment with nothing but a bottle of wine and a stack of old movies for a company —Toto answers.

You pretended shock, your eyes widening dramatically. —Toto Wolff, the notorious playboy, spending the night holed up indoors? Now, that's something I would never have imagined! Judging by your appearances on that streaming show of yours.

Toto grins sheepishly, his eyes glinting mischievously. —Well, it seems my secret is out. But what about you, Y/N? Dancing like that, all by yourself, what a crime!

You laugh softly. —I was about to give it up, too, but my best friend dragged me along. To put it mildly, the previous New Year's Eve parties I once attended have been less than fulfilling. Countless hours spent dancing, flirting, and indulging in numerous meaningless conversations, only to find myself alone at the end of the evening. But the prospect of facing yet another lonely New Year's Eve filled me with dread, so I agreed to come here. 

Toto smiles softly, his fingertips lightly brushing against your back. —It feels like destiny like the universe conspired to bring us together.

You two continue moving in time with the pulsating beats of the music, your bodies perfectly attuned to each other's movements. Your chemistry is undeniable, a tangible energy crackling between you like an invisible force. Toto's hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer. Your bodies press tightly together, creating friction, and desire sparks fly.

—So what do you say, Y/N? —Toto's voice is seductive.

—Take me somewhere private, Toto. I want to explore every inch of you.

With each step he takes, Toto falls deeper under your spell. The cold night air brushes against your faces as you two make your way down the crowded streets full of partygoers, drunks, and couples making out. Fireworks go up in the sky as you walk side by side, hands intertwined, lost in your own world.

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You and Toto enter the opulent hotel suite, your hearts racing with anticipation. As soon as the door closes behind you, you embrace each other fervently, exchanging heated kisses as you slowly remove your clothes.

Toto runs his hands over your toned curves, savoring the warmth of your skin beneath his touch. You moan softly, arching your back as Toto's lips trace a trail down your neck and chest.

Your nipples harden instantly, straining against the thin fabric of your bra. Toto notices the change in your breathing. Your chest's rapid rise and fall matches the intensity of your growing hunger.

—Toto —you whimper, your voice hoarse with need. —Please, I need you inside me. Fill me up with your cock —you cry out, your nails digging into his back. 

He doesn't waste any time. Toto quickly takes his remaining clothing, standing naked before you. His erection strained against his abdomen, throbbing with anticipation. You stare at him, your eyes full of craving.

You reach out and wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking it slowly. Toto groans loudly, his muscles clenching as you expertly work him. —I want you so badly, Toto. I need your cock inside me. Fuck me hard, daddy.

He needs no further encouragement. He lifts you effortlessly into his arms and from the floor and takes you to the king-size bed where he places you.

Toto positions himself between your legs, his erection pressing against your wet pussy. He kisses you passionately, his tongue probing your mouth as he slides his member into your awaiting wetness. You moan with satisfaction, your inner walls gripping his shaft tightly. He begins to pump in and out of you, his pace increasing with each passing second.

You moan with pleasure, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him deeper inside you, gasping. —I need to feel you slamming into me.

Toto obliges, pinning you against the mattress. Your back arching, you let out a guttural cry of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly.

—Oh God, yes! —you scream, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. —Don't stop, daddy. Please, keep going… harder —you plead, desperate.

Your hands try to grab him to lock him in place as he continues to pound into you. His balls slap repeatedly against your pussy, his cock plunging ever deeper. Toto's hands roam freely over your body, exploring every curve and spot.

—You like that, baby? —He growls, his voice rough and commanding. —I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

You moan louder, your nails digging into the soft sheet as he slams into you again and again. Toto cups your breast with one hand, squeezing it roughly as he continues to plow into you. You scream, strained and frantic.

—You fuck it so good! —you moan out. —Pound like that, daddy.

Toto obeys, thrusting into you with increased vigor. Your pussy clamps around his cock, milking him mercilessly.

Toto's cock swells within you, pulsing with every thrust. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pumps in and out of you.

—Oh, god. Yes! Keep fucking me, daddy. Fuck that pussy!

Toto grunts with effort. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, making him lose control. Your bodies slap together with each collision.

Toto grins wickedly, his cock swelling even larger. —You like that, don't you? You enjoy my cock so much. Are you my little whore?

You buck wildly under him, your cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room. Your juices coat his cock, making the sensation even more intense.

—YES, DADDY, I'M YOUR SLUT! I WANT TO TAKE YOU EVEN MORE!! I NEED YOU TO DESTROY ME! DESTROY MY PUSSY, DADDY, PLEASE.

Your words fuel his desire, sending him into a frenzy. With each brutal thrust, he sought to claim you completely. Nothing matters now except satisfying your deepest desires.

—Look at me —he orders you, his voice thick with lust, pulling you roughly by the neck. —Watch me make you cum.

Toto grabs your wrists tightly, pinning your arms above your head. His powerful thighs flex as he drives his cock deeper into you. Your body quivers uncontrollably. Your pussy contracts around his cock, trying to milk him for every drop of seed he possesses.

—Keep going at it, baby —Toto growls, his voice rough and commanding. —Cum for me.

Your orgasm, exploding and cuming all over him, with wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body. Your body convulses, your pussy clamping tightly around Toto's cock as it throbs within you. You cry out his name, full of passion. He grunts loudly, his own release building rapidly.

With a couple of extremely harsh and deliciously painful powerful thrusts, making the bed shake and making you feel impaled, Toto burst inside the condom, releasing moans and grunts with heavy breathing and panting. You caress his chest and abs and squeeze his ass, patting it as he pulls out of you.

Your tongues dance together as he leans and relaxes on top of you, resting his temple on yours, playing with your hands intertwined.

—Happy New Year —you whisper to him, noticing it is past 00:00 hrs. —Did I make the end of your year a great one as you wanted it?

—Even better. Even better —Toto lets you know, kissing you slowly, licking your lips most deliciously. —Happy New Year.

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[paddockbunny]

If I wrote a Saltburn-y type thing with Toto would people read it? I’m thinking he is some rich aristocratic dude’s business partner and Toto would have it off with the guys daughter in the huge country Downtown abbey mansion 😂 idk

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