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xiii. show the world - t.w.

pairing: female!driver x toto wolff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, angst, lots of angst to be completely honest, pining, age gap relationship, toto being down bad per usual, two idiots in love but won't admit it, yadayadayada

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“be honest with me. are you seeing someone?”

daniel brings a wine glass to his lips, tilting it back as you sit across from him, your fork clattering against the table. heat radiates off of your cheeks, flourishing into your neck as your eyes snap away from his intense stare. 

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the sun was starting to set over the water, casting a tangerine glow across its surface. fluffy clouds float along, the sky bursting with lavender, fuschia, and cerulean hues. yachts drifted along, their lights beginning to glimmer as the sky grew dimmer and dimmer. on your left, it was almost like the city was given its first breath of night life, locals strolling along the streets, their conversations and the growl of engines as they zoomed along the streets merely white noise. 

it was truly a breathtaking view, distracting you for just a moment, taking your focus away from the conversation at hand.

yet, you remember he’s awaiting your answer, arms folded across his chest, brows knit together. scrambling to formulate some sort of response, you gnaw on the inside of your cheek, shoulders slumping. 

“what if i told you i was?”

“hmm,” daniel hums, downing the rest of his wine, “then i would say good for you, i guess.”

“oh come on,” your regain your composure, frustration brewing in the pit of your stomach, “i thought we consensually agreed that we wouldn’t explore a relationship because we needed to keep things professional.”

“i did that because that’s what you wanted,” daniel swivels his head, glancing out at the water, “i never agreed to that. i only respected your wishes because that was what you wanted. i never wanted that. i wanted you.”

“but you never told me,” you protest, absentmindedly picking at your ratatouille, “that night in jeddah, i vividly remember you telling me that you never acted on your feelings because you knew that it was one-sided.”

daniel huffs, shaking his head, “i didn’t think i would’ve had to spell it out for you. i was under the impression you knew that i had feelings for you. and actually, i thought you reciprocated those same feelings. thank you for reminding me of the cold hard truth. i feel so much better about this. thanks for that.”

“you’re not being very mature about this. what happened to staying emotionally mature about the matter?”

“i was doing that until i heard from alex that you were dating someone,” daniel retorts, his tone seething with fiery anger, “you couldn’t just tell me yourself? also, how long were you going to keep that from me? were you just not going to mention it until i found out?”

“i didn’t think it was important,” you shrug, shrinking in your seat as pairs of eyes sear into you, the stares becoming more and more prominent as daniel’s voice carries throughout the patio.

“starting a relationship with someone isn’t important?”

“daniel,” you hiss, desperately wishing you were wearing a cap or some sunglasses, “people are starting to stare.”

“okay and?” he cocks his head, “i don’t give a fuck. you have no fucking idea how heartbroken i’ve been these last few weeks. i feel like my entire world has been turned upside down. meanwhile you’re frolicking around with some douchebag from st. louis. obviously the dick is must have you in a chokehold because you’ve been a completely different person.” 

“daniel, please,” the notes in your tone raise an octave as your lower lip trembles, “stop, please. people are listening. can we talk about this some other time–”

“well luckily for you,” daniel inhales sharply, rising to his feet, “i don’t want to discuss it any further. i’m done here. see you around, america’s princess.”

tossing his napkin on the table, the australian snatches the keys to his rental, muttering under his breath. you remain at the table, people resuming back to their previous conversations as the waitress comes by, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“is everything all right, madame?” 

“i just need the check please,” you mumble, tears threatening to spill over as you reach for your purse, “i’ll pay for it all. i am so sorry about that.

“no worries madame,” the waitress chirps, “would you care for a free dessert for your troubles?”

you know what? free dessert didn’t seem too bad after all. 

“oui, s’il vous plait.”

at your response, the waitress’ lips curve into a wide grin, “tu es le bienvenu.”

letting out a shaky breath, you wipe away a tear, pulling your phone out of your purse. swallowing the lump in your throat, you message the one person you needed most.

i hope things are going well on your end tonight. is there any chance you can come by my hotel room, or i swing by yours? it would be later tonight. i want my sexy, smoochable, handsome boyfriend. :’((((( 

the moment you send the message, three little bubbles appear, signaling that he had received it, and was crafting a reply.

i take it the dinner didn’t go well? what happened, meine liebe? ich vermisse dich auch. 

wrinkling your nose, you highlight the text, tapping the copy option. thumb gliding across the screen, you click on the google translate app, pasting it into the textbox. 

what happened, my love? i miss you too. 

i can explain more later. you type, are you busy? 

never too busy for you. remember, we’re in monaco. i own a place here. 😘 you can just come by whenever you need. i’m at home. do you need the address?

yes please. i’ll be there as soon as possible. 

i can’t wait to see your beautiful face. here’s the address. i’ll be waiting impatiently. 

the second you type his address in your phone, the waitress comes by your table, a box in one hand, billfold in the other. placing the box on the table, you anticipate her to do the same with the check. yet, she doesn’t keeping it in her grasp. 

“madame, your meals have been taken care. a gentleman called, inquiring if he could foot the bill. he stated he did not want you to worry about anything else this evening. is that all right?”

your heart flutters, “did he say a name, by chance?”

“no madame,” the waitress flashes you a quaint smile, “again, i am so sorry if your evening has been ruined in any sort of way. i hope the dessert helps in some fashion!”

“thank you,” you reciprocate the gesture, “and again, thank you for the dessert.”

“it is no problem,” the waitress dips her head, “have a great evening, madame!”

rising to your feet, you push in your chair, ensuring that you don’t forget the plain white box that was placed on the table. carrying it under your arm, you pull up your maps app, feeling a grin form.

maybe tonight will not end as poorly as it began. 

you could thank toto wolff for that.

ever since miami, you felt as if the weight of the world was off your shoulders. the stress was alleviated, dissolving almost completely. you could go about your day without that ever-present thought in the back of your mind, gnawing away at you. 

however, there were more mountains to climb. more obstacles to face. 

you had yet to sit down with james, alex, or anyone else really, to discuss your decision to depart from williams at the end of the 2024 season. 

toto was the only one who knew. 

and for the time being, you were okay with that. 

but you were running out of time. the days were soaring by. you would blink and suddenly it would be time to board that flight. it would be time to get behind the wheel, adrenaline coursing through your veins. it would be time to step on that podium, raising that gleaming trophy above your head, your team roaring below. 

with four grand prixs wins, three of which were back-to-back, you were unstopabble. 

a force to be reckoned with. 

max tried to catch you, he really did. 

but you were too fast, fueled by the thrill of victory. 

it was intoxicating, sending an electric, exhilarating buzz throughout your entire being every time you breezed across that finish line.

and with a man like toto by your side, how could you possibly lose? 

with the monaco grand prix on the docket for the weekend, you were preparing for a challenging race. the circuit was extremely tight, the track interweaving through the buildings and sights the city. it was an infamous track, known for its rich history and well, the accidents. 

additionally, there was little to no room for overtakes. so if you wanted to be on that podium on sunday, you had to execute a stellar qualifying lap. with that added pressure, you were a little apprehensive for what was to come. 

yet, you couldn’t let that anxiety creep in. you had to maintain your composure. it was crucial that you kept a calm, cool outlook on the race. 

and as you found yourself at that massive gate, pressing the button to your left, you couldn’t help but feel peace of mind. 

you could thank toto wolff for that as well. 

with every moment spent with the team principal, you couldn’t help but shake this aching, nagging feeling. 

it was a pure, innocent feeling. one that filled you to the brim with bliss, a cozy warmth blossoming in your chest, your heart swelling with joy. one that had you beaming from ear to ear, your once gloomy days now shining with this golden, rich light. 

you were in love with him. 

hopelessly in love, your whole heart resting in his tender hands. 

you couldn’t tell him that though. you couldn’t bring yourself to. 

at least, not yet. 

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“all right,” james’ sucks in a breath, his head swiveling from side to side, taking in the commotion all around. 

“are you ready?” 

“come on,” you wave a hand, “you know the drill. i was born ready.” 

“i know,” the team principal’s lips twitch as he fights a smile, “but this is a pretty significant race. there’s a lot of history and heartbreak on this track.” 

“are you saying that you don’t think i can win?” you tease, your voice muffled slightly by the thick exterior of the helmet, “james, i can do this. believe me, i can do this.” 

“there’s a lot at stake here,” he places a hand on the top of your head, patting it, “just remember, whatever happens, i believe in you. always.” 

i believe in you. always. 

your lower lip trembles, and in that moment, you want to confess right there. you almost blurt out the words that had been lingering on your tongue for weeks now. 

james, after this race, we need to to talk. 

however, you don’t. you simply nod, drumming your hands against the steering wheel, “i’ll make you guys proud, i promise.”

“oh, you already do,” his eyes glimmer, bursting with pride, “you’ve made us so fucking proud these last few weeks. and you know what? i know you’re going to continue to make williams racing proud. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.” 

fuck. 

that conversation was going to absolutely destroy you, splitting your heart into two. 

you couldn’t think about that, though. 

the race was about to start. 

on the grid, you were behind charles leclerc and oscar piastri. it wasn’t terrible positioning, but with the limited space, you knew that getting ahead would be nearly impossible. it would be a miracle if you were able to cross that finish line in first place. 

yet, you were more than willing to take the risks involved to get to that position. 

all you needed was a little bit of luck. 

which, these days, it seemed like you were full of it. like you were carrying a four leaf clover in your pocket at all times. 

as rays of sunshine filter through the clouds, a gold streak of light dances in your peripheral vision. 

nestled on your wrist was the charm bracelet toto had gifted you that fateful night in jeddah. the charm gleams, reminding you of two things. 

one, your very first grand prix victory.  

two, that he was always with you. 

perhaps he was that good luck charm you were desperately searching for.

maybe. just maybe. 

in about seventy-eight laps, you would have that answer. 

“and she has done the impossible! she has shattered yet another record! miss america has won monaco! she has won her fifth grand prix!” 

“fuck yes!” you shout, “we won! we won monaco!” 

“brilliant fucking job,” james’ voice trembles, thready with excitement, “bloody good job!” 

euphoria crashes over you like a tidal wave, leaving you speechless as it sucks the air out of your lungs. burying your head in your hands, your shoulders shake as you sob. 

never, in your wildest dreams would you have expected to have made it this far. 

never would you even imagined racing as a little girl, let alone racing at this caliber. 

and winning races? five of them?

little you, cheesing with her toothy five-year-old smile, standing next to a kart, helmet under her arm, wouldn’t have ever dreamed of this moment. 

you had improved miles upon miles from the driver you were last season. you made history. time and time again. you had shattered records, obliterating barriers in the world of formula one racing as a twenty-two year old woman. 

and fuck, you weren’t even done yet. 

you still had a world title to chase after. 

“holy shit. holy shit. holy motherfucking shit.” 

stepping out of the car, your heart races, your team nearly sprinting to congratulate you. picking out james, you flash him a thumbs up. the crowd raves, whooping, whistling, and hollering your newfound nickname. 

“miss america! miss america! miss america!” 

cameras appear out of thin air, recording as you step down, james and alex swathing you with their embrace. alex rattles your helmet, james’ grin shining bright as the cameras flash. 

“what a bloody brilliant day!” james shouts, a glossy sheen over his eyes, “what a fucking day!” 

“what place did you finish, alex?” your voice rises above the noise, “what did you get?” 

“ninth!” he chirps, “two drivers in the top ten? that’s a pretty fucking good day!” 

“a very fucking good day,” laughter rises in your chest, spilling out, “fuck, that nearly took everything out of me!” 

“well you better shape up,” alex pats your back, “because you have a podium that’s calling your name.” 

as the team gathers, making their way to the finish line, your heart yearns for one thing. well, one person. 

toto. 

pursing your lips, your eyes scan through the garages, attempting to make out the mercedes paddock. yet, there is too much movement in your line of sight as the crew members assemble, circling around their respective drivers. 

the euphoria lingers as your step onto the podium, the crowd below applauding. there are shouts that rise above the clapping, yet you can barely make them out. 

surveying the mass, your heart skips a beat as you locate him. 

his eyes lock with yours, pure, radiant adoration painted across his features. 

that’s my girl. he mouths, dimples apparent with every word. 

a few strands of hair flutter in his face, the top button of his shirt un-done, the fabric slightly wrinkled from the chaos of race day. 

yet, he was as gorgeous as ever. 

as charles and oscar pop open the champagne, you hesitate, fingers trembling as they wrap around the neck of the bottle.

you know what? 

fuck this. 

“hey!” charles calls out as you step down from the platform, “where are you going?”

there’s a brief moment of confusion from the crowd, a few gasps ringing out as you shoulder your way down the stairs, muttering numerous apologies as you accidentally elbow several people along the way. 

there was only one thing on your mind as you nudged your way through the throng of people gathered beneath the podium. although your skin burned beneath your suit, sweat clinging to every part of you, there was this tugging sensation at your heart. it urged you to keep going. to keep searching. 

you were face-to-face now, his brow furrowing with concern, arms folded across his chest as you take another step forward. 

“what are you–"

that’s when toto wolff found your lips colliding with his, the entire world crumbling away as he found himself lost in you.

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fanboy behavior - t.w.

pairing: female driver!reader x toto wolff

word count: 1.3k

warnings: an older man having an insanely large crush on a woman thirty years his junior, ONE-SIDED PINING (LOTS OF IT OKAY), allusions to smut/sexual fantasies, toto is a mess, mentions of divorce, common fic tropes, yadayadayada

a/n: this is sort of a prequel to alkaline! this is set one year before the events of the 2024 bahrain grand prix. toto is super down bad in this already, so expect lots of pining and him being a flustered mess hehe! i figured this would provide some context/background for the first chapter of alkaline <3 (ALSO PLS LISTEN TO ALKALINE BY SLEEP TOKEN!!! IT REALLY ENCAPSULATES TOTO'S YEARNING!!)

his mind is other places.

he should be invested in the current conversation with his engineers and drivers, discussing the current status of the car and the potential modifications that needed to be made before sunday.

but he's not, his foot tapping against the concrete floor absentmindedly, body on autopilot.

it's almost as if his brain was short-circuiting, desperately trying to compute any sort of coherent thought in correlation with the task at hand. yet, if he tries, it just sputters, trailing off, veering towards something else.

well, someone else.

he's thinking about a driver, merely a few paddocks down.

a williams racing driver, actually.

the american girl. barely twenty-one, a rookie in the second williams seat, preparing to compete in her first formula one race in approximately twenty-four hours.

her eyes were like starlight, bursting with a torrent of emotions and complexity, pulling you into their depths, begging for you to get lost within them. her hair was absolutely gorgeous, complementing her features no matter its state.

and her physique?

fuck, the team principal felt like a teenage boy very time he stole a glance, his slacks feeling a little tighter than usual.

with a smile that lit up every room she was in, a radiant aura brimming with kindness and humility, as well as a fiery determination to compete, she was comparable to the sun.

the woman who was starting to become routinely embedded in his daily pondering.

ever since that fateful day in december, when his eyes first drank in that photo of her, hand interlocked with james in front of that williams car, she was the last thing on his mind before he dozed off. and well, the first thing his mind wandered to in the mornings.

she even made an appearance in his dreams, the sound of her voice almost haunting him, so tantalizingly sweet and angelic.

fuck, he was a goner.

this was the third month now where she consumed every crevice of his brain. a continuous loop of all of the sins he wanted to confess, the ways in which he wanted to touch her, and the burning desire to take her under his wing, teaching her all of the ins and outs of racing.

was he obsessed with her? surely not.

not that he memorized every single one of her f2 stats or anything. not that he spent a majority of his free time lately invested in interview clips with her, jotting down all of her favorite things. not that he doodled her during meetings or anything.

not that at least twelve times a day he fantasized about her in a mercedes suit, his fingers carefully tugging down the zipper.

this was normal behavior after a recent divorce. completely normal behavior, actually.

the team principal clears his throat, "i need to step away for a moment. i can barely think straight right now. please, continue. i will rejoin the conversation once i get my shit together."

he can't help but notice the way his drivers exchange a concerned glance, lewis coughing slightly.

"um, all right. toto, is everything okay?"

not quite.

he was going absolutely insane, his mind already reeling at the anticipation of potentially catching a glimpse of her. he wasn't even sure if he would or not, but that possibility sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

those endless possibilities are what kept him up at night. what sent the blood rushing in the mornings, the stiffness in his boxers nearly pulling him out of his slumber. what had him pacing some days in his office, desperate beyond belief for some sort of way to break this spell.

as he strolls out of the garage, a warm breeze rolls through the track, strands of hair blowing all over. he curses slightly, running a quick hand through the tousled mess.

just to his left, a flurry of voice catches his attention, his head swiveling, searching for the source.

besides james is the object of his every desire, the apple of his eye.

as the sun dips below the horizon, he can barely make out her expression. she appears frustrated, her brows furrowed together, a deep frown etched across her lips.

"i just don't fucking understand why that dickhead felt the need to ask me if i was on my period!" she groans, shaking her head, "what the fuck was i supposed to do? let that slide?"

there's a sternness plastered across james' face, yet his voice is soft, laced with sympathy, "i know, but you have to realize that you're going to be asked questions like that because there are misogynists within the sport. no matter how much you prove to us that you deserve this seat, there are going to be pricks out there. we can do a little bit more media training, if you'd like. or, i can hire a publicist for you."

"a publicist? are you fucking kidding me?" her eyes widen, her tone growing more and more frustrated, "i'm not fifteen. i can speak for myself, james."

"it was just a suggestion," he shrugs, sticking out his hands, "look, i know you had a rough day, but let's focus on tomorrow. all right? you're tenth on the grid. that's monumental for your first race. you could win us points."

"we'll see," she scoffs, the toe of her shoe scuffing against the pavement, "i'm sorry for getting upset with you. i'm just really nervous. and well, scared."

scared of what? you have nothing to fear, sweet girl. you're one of the best drivers i have seen step foot on the grid.

toto narrows his eyes, lingering for just a moment longer.

"i just don't know if i deserve this seat," he can sense the falter in her voice, how it shakes, "i don't even know if i deserve a spot in formula one. i mean, look at me! i'm this upset over a dumb question. and i'm just scared everything is going to go to my head tomorrow and i'm going to overthink it."

james wraps his arms around the driver, pulling her in for a tight embrace as a sob wracks her body, "hey, when you're in doubt, you have alex and i. we will always be there for you. i know you're nervous, but you have to realize how special and talented you are to be in this position. you've deserved everything that has come your way, and you will continue to deserve this. i promise."

his biceps flex as he folds his arms against his chest, every fiber of his being resisting the urge to just walk over there and casually sweep her off her feet, squeezing her against his chest as he murmurs in her ear how fucking special she was.

james, she wasn't just special and talented.

she was a fucking star. a star that deserved to shine and hold every ounce of that spotlight.

just like the sun, she deserved to cast her rays of light all over the world.

the world deserved to know who she was. where she came from. how she got here. why she was a worthy competitor and excellent driver.

and by god, toto wolff was hellbent on making that happen.

one way or another.

he just had to be patient. play the long game.

every move from here was to be carefully calculated.

as toto harbored a plan. one that had been brewing the second that speculations swirled around the world of formula one that the first female american driver would be signing to a team.

he was going to have her by his side at mercedes.

fuck, he had been yearning for her this long already.

how much harm would a few more months do? a year?

he could wait a year. he was a patient man.

well, he could wait that long.

as long as that hunger gnawing away at him didn't kill him first.

i. alkaline - t.w.

pairing: female driver! x toto wolff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, significant age-gap, power imbalances, slow burn, eventual smut, inappropriate work relationships, mentions of infidelity, drug/alcohol use, use of common fic tropes

synopsis: as the first american female driver for formula one, you are thrust into the competitive world of racing. when you are approached by a team principal willing to make a deal, you presented with the opportunity of a lifetime.

author's note: this is my first f1 related fic, so i may have made some errors in terminology. the title is based on the song alkaline by sleep token. i recommend listening while reading! please, please, please let me know if you like the fic! i plan on making this my first f1 series :')

racing was never in the cards. 

well, racing a nearly 1,800 pound car was never in the cards. 

especially at speeds reaching two hundred miles an hour. 

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yet, here you were, shaking james’ hand, beaming as the cameras flashed. there were a flurry of voices, all of them nearly trembling with excitement, relief, and well, hope. if you were able to accomplish eighth place today, what did that mean for the future of williams racing? 

would williams be a sizable contender for the 2025 constructors’ championship? would they be able to squash the disbelief? the doubts? hell, if you kept this up, there was a chance that you could get williams into the top ten of the 2024 championship. 

were you what they had been missing for so long? 

were you the key to their future success?

“great job,” james’ voice is nearly hoarse, more than likely from all of the celebration, “you wouldn’t believe what they’re saying about you.” 

“probably nothing great,” you scoff, rolling your eyes slightly, “i’m sure that everyone is claiming i didn’t deserve it.” 

“quite the contrary,” a chuckle bubbles up from his throat, “they all adore you.” 

“was it because i gave the camera the finger?” 

“no,” there is a slight twinkle in his eyes, quite the contrary from what you were used to, “they love you because you’re you. there is no one in this sport who is quite like you.

there’s an authenticity that cannot be replaced. it’s obvious you have a true passion for racing. it shows on the track. good job, today.” 

heat flourished into your cheeks, tears welling up at james’ words. after years of being ridiculed by team principals, attacked by fans, and bashed by the media, praise was something to be cherished. it was always welcomed warmly, your heart swelling as james brought you in for a sweaty embrace. 

“thank you, james,” the words are slightly muffled as he squeezes you gently, “you know how much that means to me. thank you for believing in me.”

“of course,” james murmurs, rubbing your back ever so slightly, “great job, american girl. you deserve this. go do some interviews, flash that beautiful grin of yours, and then get some rest. you need it.”

“no partying?” you arch your brow, “i think i deserve a drink or two.”

“maybe a little bit,” another chuckle rings out, “i just don’t want to see any press about it in the morning. that’s the last thing we need after our victory today.”

“right, right,” you nod your head, saluting the principal, “aye, aye captain.”

“it’s principal,” james shoots you a wink before turning to several engineers, the group getting swept away into the chaos. 

no matter how well the team did, there was always chaos after a race. it was typical, routine even. there was always the pit crew cleaning up, shouting to one another as the fans trickled out of the stands. engineers milled about, tablets in hand, murmuring to one another, pointing out aspects of the car that needed improvement. there was always some piece of the car that could be adjusted, a slight tweak or advancement. it could make the car faster, or it could only lead to inevitable disaster. 

exhaling, you stroll out of the paddock, the dread of facing the press weighing down every step. 

you could turn around, and hide in the paddock. 

however, this was part of being a driver. simply a requirement of the job. press was an essential aspect of formula one. how else would the world know how you felt after that race? how else would information about driver contracts, car modifications, disqualifications be shared?

how else would the world have known about the first american female formula in formula one?  

you had to at least thank the press for that. 

even if it was shared before your official announcement that you were joining williams racing for the 2023 racing season. 

“there she is!” a voice calls out, light and airy. 

the corners of your lips tug into a smile as you see daniel ricciardo jogging towards you. before you know it, his arms are wrapping around your frame, holding you tight. he’s sweaty, per usual, but you accept the gesture, suppressing a giggle as he sways you back and forth. 

“i knew you could do it! i knew you could do it!”

“don’t puncture her lungs, please,” another voice chimes in, “i would like to keep her around, you know.”

daniel releases you promptly, placing a swift peck on your cheek, “no need to fret alex. i’m not that mighty.”

“i’m more worried about contracting any diseases from the land down under,” scrunching your nose, you wave your fingers at daniel, earning yet another laugh from the australian. 

“the only disease you’d contract are my insanely good looks.”

“here we go again,” alex rolls his eyes, “are we ready to face the press or what?”

“i think so,” daniel shrugs, “go ahead, alex. we’ll follow you.”

alex shoots you an inquiring glance, but begins to walk in the direction of the conference room. once he was a reasonable distance away, daniel clears his throat. 

“someone seemed a little jealous.”

“i wouldn’t say jealous,” you can’t help but defend alex, “he’s probably a little bitter.”

“fifteenth place is nowhere as good as eighth,” daniel points out, the notes in his tone solemn, “he’s been there a few years and seen subpar results. you came in last year and have pretty damn good ones. i’m sure he can’t help but feel a little bit of envy.” 

“maybe he just had a bad race.”

“you say that every–” daniel begins, but he’s swiftly cut off as you pull open the door to the conference room. 

all around, cameras flash, reporters chirp out questions, and phones are immediately pointed in your direction. sucking in a deep breath, you settle on the couch next to daniel, max verstappen across from you. he shoots you a thumbs up, complemented with a wide smile. alex was on your right, fiddling a loose thread. 

confusion consumes you momentarily once you realize that max was the only one from the podium to remain in the conference room. checo and carlos were not present. so why was he still here? 

daniel passes you the mic, placing it on your lap. a shit-eating grin plasters his face, and you grimace. of course he was going to make you speak first. hesitantly, you pick up the mic, clearing your throat. 

“hello, everyone. any questions?”

immediately a reporter butts in, “how does it feel to not only be one of the only women competing in formula one, but the first american woman to place in a race?”

your hand tingles as you hold up the mic, trembling slightly. public speaking was never your forte. fuck you, daniel. 

“w-well,” you curse yourself for stuttering, “i take a lot of pride in the way i compete, especially as such a trailblazer for women who love the sport. i’m aware that there is a lot of unrest and outcry concerning my gender and how i’m not ‘supposed’ to be competing with the men–”

“i think she’s a worthy opponent,” max’s voice interjects, “she competes at the same intensity as we do, if not more. she is going to be standing next to me on a podium in a matter of weeks. i’ve never met someone so driven to win or passionate about the sport. 

we pay no attention to her gender. it doesn’t affect us. we pay attention to her character. i do not want to speak for her, but i am sure she would appreciate it if you all refrained from the gender based questions. ask her about the race.”

as he finishes speaking, his eyes drift back to you, sparkling ever so slightly. his cheeks were tinged a pink hue from the passionate sentiment, and you couldn’t help but just sit there, frozen with disbelief. 

max verstappen, three time world champion, one of the best drivers to ever step foot on a formula one track, publicly praised you. in a room full of journalists, no less. 

sure, you were friendly with max. since there were only twenty drivers, most of you were close, on and off the grid. you had exchanged numerous conversations with max over the last year, but you were still a little intimidated by the dutch driver. 

of course, who wouldn’t be? he was a dominant force on the track, winning nineteen of the twenty-two races last season. 

so yeah, when he just did nothing but send you the uttermost praise in a room bustling with the press, you were going to a little starstruck.

“do you have any additional remarks to maxs’ comments?” a reporter snaps you out of your trance, “you appear to be a little off-put by what he just said.”

blinking, you bring the mic to your lips, “no, i actually appreciate what he said. maybe that means you guys will finally take me seriously.”

“are you under the impression that formula one does not take you seriously?”

as the reporter baits you to respond, a twinge of frustration brews in your stomach, churning it into a knot. sucking in a sharp breath, you focus your attention to the reporter. 

“no, that is not what i said. it is the simple fact that i have been working my ass off this last year to be a competitive racer. i’ve worked tirelessly with williams racing to place. i’ve been trying to earn points for my team because i believe in my team and i want us to succeed. yet nearly every day i wake up, someone on social media posts some bullshit or bashes me for competing. 

i’ve been making a name for myself, and look where it has gotten me. you all are more concerned about my gender than the race i just had. i think it’s a bit frivolous to be more invested in my gender than my racing. so yeah, when the three time world champion says something good about me, i would hope that you guys listen to it.”

there’s a few gasps from a few reporters, and you can’t help but notice all of the beady red lights on the cameras. of course that was all recorded. of course it was going to be blasted all over social media these next couple of days. 

so much for good press. 

setting down the mic, you lean over to daniel. the words are low enough so that only he can hear, “i’m done here.”

“i don’t blame you,” the aussie plucks the mic out of your hands, “get out of here. cool down. i’m sorry about that prick.”

“don’t worry about it,” you mutter, cheeks burning hot with sheer anger, “i’m leaving before i cuss them all out.”

“atta girl,” daniel winks, “i’d like to see that, though.”

“not now,” you bite your lip, “i need to bite my tongue.”

as you get up, max’s gaze is full of sympathy. alex’s mouths, i’m so sorry, disappointment painting his features. walking across the stage, daniel’s words drown in your ears. 

balling your fists together, the tingly sensation resides as you march towards your motorhome. tears blur your vision, strings of curses filling the air as you walk. after that little incident in the press room, james was not going to be happy. of course, after everything you accomplished today, it was diminished somehow. 

by an asshole reporter, at that. 

flinging open the door to the motorhome, you resist the urge to just scream. it would not help much, but god would it be cathartic. however, there were more important things to be addressed. you needed to decompress and settle down. 

as much as you wanted to celebrate with a few drinks, a shower, some comfy clothes, and your bed were more appealing. 

maybe a glass of wine in bed wouldn’t hurt. 

as you unzip your fire suit, a knock at the door disturbs the silence. 

shit. just as you were finally getting settled. 

groaning, you spin on your heel, making your way to the door. 

“daniel, i swear to fucking god. i don’t want to talk right now–”

however, it was not daniel standing at the entrance of your motorhome. 

before you was torger wolff, also known as toto wolff, team principal of mercedes-amg petronas. 

donning a white team button-up, the sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his muscular build. inky black slacks were on his lower half, making him appear taller than he already was. fluffy brunette hair stood up on nearly all ends, messy from the stress and chaos of the race.

however, there was no denying he was handsome. with sharp, angular features, and wrinkles scoured in his face over the years, it gave him a powerful yet stoic aura. 

like his name suggested, he was like a wolf, poised and eager to pounce.

yet, you were more focused on his eyes. a brilliant, warm, mocha-hued gaze framed by thick, dark lashes. and they were peering right at you, taking in the sight of you in your half-zipped fire suit, a black long sleeve underneath. 

your eyes widen, a hand covering your mouth. sheer embarrassment courses through you, heat flooding your cheeks, trickling down your neck, “i – oh my god. um, oh my god, i am so fucking sorry.”

clearing his throat, he arches a brow, “did i come at a bad time?”

“no,” you shake your head, perhaps a little quickly, “no, no, no. please, come in. how rude of me.”

there is no readable expression across the austrian’s features, his lips pucking ever so slightly, “it won’t be long, i promise.”

swallowing a lump in your throat, you step back, inviting the principal in to the motorhome. you lead him to the kitchen, gesturing to a barstool, “you can sit here if you’d like.”

he glances at the stool, yet does not sit. your brows furrow as he remains standing. leaning against a counter, you fold your arms across your chest. 

“is there a reason you stopped by?”

“as you know,” toto begins, “lewis is leaving mercedes after the 2024 season. he will be joining ferrari in 2025. to put it simply, i am on the hunt for my second driver.”

your lips purse, “i’m not sure why you came to me. you would have better luck with carlos. he’s looking for a team. i made a verbal commitment to james. i’ll be staying with williams through 2026.”

“is that so?” toto inquires, taking a step towards you, “and why are you choosing to stay with a team that limits your potential?”

the question takes you aback, “i’m not sure you what mean.”

rolling his eyes, he tuts, “williams racing is nowhere as near as competitive of a team as ferrari, redbull, mclaren, or mercedes. for years they’ve been piddling around, finishing at the bottom of the championship. yes, their drivers are talented, but they are not given opportunities to thrive.”

his comment sends another wave of anger coursing through you, your fists balling at your sides, “you have no idea what you’re talking about–”

“actually, i do. i’ve been around a long time. i’ve seen a lot more than you ever have. james is a great team principal, but you are not going to compete if you stay at williams. eventually, you’ll be like alex. you’ll finish with mediocre results. you’ll lose faith in the team who you once cherished so deeply. you’ll be ridiculed even more by the world of formula one, even more so than you already are.”

gritting your teeth, you take a step forward, “i think it’s time for you to leave.”

“what?” toto cocks his head, “did i say something you didn’t want to hear, little dove? did i strike a chord?”

“i think you’re just projecting,” you maintain your composure as the principal scoffs, “that’s exactly what happened to lewis, and you’re afraid it’s going to happen to george.”

“you’re a smart girl,” it takes a moment for you to realize how close the two of you had suddenly gotten.

he was in very close proximity now, only a few inches apart, looking down at you with a wickedly smug grin, “and i know that you’re very aware that formula one is a business. i have to maintain the mercedes reputation and acquire a driver who will bring us home podiums.” 

“i think you’ll have that luck with carlos,” breaking away, your gaze settles on the door of the motorhome. 

fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head upwards. 

“but i want you to drive for mercedes. i want to make you a world champion.”

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Two Worlds Collided - Max Verstappen x reader

Max Verstappen xwolff!reader

Requested? Yes/No: how you doing ? 😛

can you do one that reader is Toto Wolff daughter and is dating Max please. Fluff and Angst scenarios please 🫶🏻Thank you 🥰

Summary: Dating the man that beat your Dad’s golden boy to his eighth world championship wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, slight smut-ish, swearing

Word Count: 5.7K

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Everything started when your Dad sent you to get coffee for him. It should have been just a normal and relatively easy task but today the world wanted to make everything a lot harder for you. Toto wasn’t in the best of moods so you were doing your best not to annoy him further. Max and Lewis had taken one another out on the track in Italy and needless to say, he was pissed and blamed Max immediately. When you left he was writing out an email for the FIA in the hopes of getting Red Bull a penalty, something you didn’t want to be around for. 

You were rushing through the garages, frantically heading towards the Mercedes garage. Looking down at your phone you quickly checked the time to make sure you weren’t running too late when your body hit something solid. You felt yourself falling back as you dropped the coffee’s but before you could hit the ground a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and held you close to their chest. Your eyes darted up to meet theirs. 

Max Verstappen… shit…

“Good thing this suit is fireproof.” He glanced down at the coffee stains on his racing suit. “Otherwise maybe the press would believe that Mercedes have a vendetta against me.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” You tried your best not to stumble over your words as you spoke. 

“It’s fine, I’m not exactly in pain.” He gave a light smile. “Just a bit damp.” His eyes met yours as his smile grew. 

Max was known as someone who could never control his temper, a stone-cold dirty driver that wanted to win no matter what. He wouldn't care if he’d sent someone flying odd the track and into the wall or if he crashed into someone to stop them from winning, as long as he came out on top he didn't care. Toto and the rest of the garage hated him, sure he would give him credit where credit was due for his driving but other than that Toto hated him.

“You’re Toto’s daughter, right?” Max’s words grabbed your attention. 

“I am.” 

Max gave you a look before breaking out another smile. “And how’s that for you?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he spoke. “Stressful clearly.” His eyes trailed your body, smirking at the small coffee stains on your white Mercedes shirt. 

Your eyes followed his and fell onto your chest. “Fuck sake.”

“I’ve got a spare shirt in my room if you want it.” 

“If I get caught anywhere near you I’ll be killed -” You found your feet and pushed yourself away from his grip, weary anyone was watching.

“Just like your father, dramatic.” He smirked. “I have a spare shirt -”

“I’m not wearing a Red Bull shirt!”

“Relax, it’s just plain white. I’ll get your one washed and you’ll have it by the end of the day. Your Dad won’t ever need to know.”

“You think he won’t notice?” You looked at him like he was insane. 

“Just lie to him,” Max said like it was nothing. 

“Lie to him?” You looked at him in disbelief. “Sorry, but do you know who my Dad is?”

Max took a step closer to you, looking down at you with a smirk. “It’s a shirt, come to my room and get changed and whilst you do that I’ll go and replace those coffee’s that way Toto will be too distracted by his drink to notice, sound fair?” 

You shouldn’t have followed him to his driver's room but you did. You knew if you were caught Toto would never let you turn up to a race ever again but you also knew he’d lose his shit if you didn’t turn up the coffee. You may have been his daughter but the man was under horrific stress. Lewis was currently battling things out with Max on the track in order to win his eighth world title and Toto was feeling every single inch of pressure. 

You told Max what drinks you were once holding as you stepped into his room, his spare shirt on the side. You scanned his room, smiling to yourself as you saw the photos of him and his family around the room. It was clear this was the side of Max that others didn’t know. With drive to survive taking over fans' screens, it was clear Max was painted in a different light. No wonder why he refused to take part in the show this year. 

Maybe he wasn’t all bad…

“Everything okay?” A soft knock at the door tore your eyes away from the photos as you changed.

“Fine.” You called back before opening the door to see Max holding all the drinks you once were. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back. 

“You haven’t poisoned them have you?” You raised your brow as you took the drinks into your own hands. 

“You know I’m not as bad as the press makes me out to be.” His words were soft. You looked up at him to be met with his sad gaze. “I’m not like what they say.” He moved to sit down, closing the door behind him. “I just want to win.”

“They all do.” You replied, setting the coffee aside. “It just comes down to who wants it more, if you want it more than Lewis you’ll get it.”

“Do you think I can beat Lewis this season?”

You shrugged, moving to lean against the table. “That’s not for me to say -”

“Oh come on there’s no one here.” Max arched his brows. “I won’t snitch.” His lips turned up in a smirk. “Your secret is safe with me, Wolff.”

“You think I’m afraid of the press?”

“It’s not the press I think you’re worried about… I think you’re more afraid of your Dad finding out.”

“Could say the same about you, what would Jos Verstappen think if he found out that his son had the daughter of Toto Wolff in his room?”

“And what would Toto Wolff do if he found out his daughter was with his driver's rival?”

“I’m my own person you know Verstappen.”

“I could say the same thing.” Max leant back in his spot, his eyes trailing your body. “You look good in my shirt -”

“It’s a plain white shirt Verstappen, not exactly something with your name written on it.” 

“Give it time.” He winked, earning you to roll your eyes. 

“Well on that note I need to get back to the Mercedes garage, I’m already late so -”

“What hotel room are you in?” He suddenly cut you off. 

“Why would you need to know that?”

“So I can return your shirt.”

Fair play Verstappen.

“Room fifty-seven.” You smiled back. “Thank you for that.” You picked the coffee’s up once again. “I appreciate it.” 

“You won’t be spotted leaving, no one ever comes back here when they know I’m in here.”

“Why? You scare them that much?” A smile formed on your lips. 

“They know not to bother me.” He smiled back. 

“Thank you Verstappen.” You nodded, sending him a final goodbye as you left. 

That wasn’t the last meeting you’d have with Max, far from it in fact. He came to your hotel room that night and he didn’t exactly drop off your shirt and leave. He had qualified that day and the two of you ended up spending the night talking about what had taken place. Max opened up to you and you opened up to him. The pair of you both had a Dad in the spotlight and the world was watching you both to see if you lived up to your father’s spotlight. 

The next day was the day of the Russian Grand Prix. Lewis desperately wanted a win and needless to say he succeeded with him taking home the trophy and Max coming in a close second. It was rare Lewis ever wanted to go out and celebrate, normally he would have a chilled evening with the team and then head off to bed but tonight was different. He’d asked you to join him and you happily agreed. 

You’d gone out with a few drivers before, mainly Lando and Daniel but you never stayed too long. You knew Toto didn’t like you being around certain drivers, he knew what they were like and the last thing he wanted for his daughter was to get her heart broken by some basic rich boy.  Toto always wanted Lewis to be present if you went out with another driver, just because he knew he could trust him but Toto never accounted for the times you’d be alone in the hotel hallways. 

“Have a good night?” A sudden voice swam through the air. You were currently walking back to your hotel room after your night at the club. You’d decided to leave earlier than everyone else as you knew Toto would want to fly home to England late the next day. He always missed Jack, your younger brother, and couldn’t stand to be away from him longer than he needed to be. 

Your eyes darted over to the sound, gazing into the eyes of Max Verstappen. “Hmm? Oh yeah… I did.” You gave him a faint smile. “And you?”

“Not much to celebrate.” He huffed. 

“You came second that’s still an achievement.”

“You don’t win a World title by coming second.” 

You shrugged at his words, steadying yourself as you walked towards him. “You have a point but second place isn’t something to be ashamed of, you still beat most drivers on the grid.”

“Most isn’t all.” He replied. 

“Oh give over Verstappen.” You took a few steps closer to him, your hands resting on his chest, the alcohol in your system giving you confidence. “You know you’re the best driver on the grid.”

“You think that?” He smirked. 

“I know it for a fact.”

“Are you drunk?” His smirk turned to a smile. 

“No… only tipsy…”

“You need to get to bed.” He stepped closer, his hand wrapping around your waist. “Aren’t you going back to England tomorrow?”

“You remembered.” You smiled up at him. “Lewis has my keycard though…”

“And where is he?”

“Still at the club?”

Max’s expression turned sour. “You mean to tell me he just let you walk back here on your own.”

“Basically…”

“Dickhead.” Max spat as he picked you up bridal style. “You can stay with me tonight -”

“Bloody hell Verstappen.” Your arms flung around his neck. “Haven’t even taken me on a date yet!” You giggled as the Dutch driver opened his hotel door, carrying you inside before placing you gently down on the bed. He rummaged through his bags and pulled out one of his shirts and a spare pair of his boxers. 

He turned back to you and placed the clothes beside you. Grabbing a cloth he cupped your face and started to take off your make-up. Your face fell into his warm touch, slightly humming at the sensation on your skin. Max smiled before brushing your hair out, letting his fingers run through the strands. 

“You think you can dress yourself?” He tilted your chin up to look up at him. 

“Hmm…” You hummed back in approval. Max stepped back, turning his back and allowed you to slip your dress off. Throwing it aside you then threw your bra in front of Max, something which made the boy smirk from his place, next came your underwear, only making his grin grow. “You can turn around now.” Max spun on his heel to be greeted with a tired smile from you as you sat in his clothes. 

“Better?”

“Perfect.” 

“Come on,” Max moved to pull the duvet back, guiding you into his bed. “You need to rest, I’ll sleep on that sofa.” Max nodded to the small sofa across the room. “Just call me if you need me -”

“You can’t sleep on the sofa.” You whined as you lay down. “You’ll ache in the morning.” 

“I ache every time I get into a car, a sofa won’t be an issue.”

“Then that’s even more of a reason to sleep in bed.” 

Max knew he shouldn’t. He couldn’t lie to himself that after the pair of you spent the night chatting he’d grown a little soft spot for you. He shouldn’t have felt like that so quickly but there was something about you. Maybe it was because he knew you were off limits that only made him want you even more. He never saw you as a way to get back at Mercedes, that never crossed his mind, he just knew that he couldn’t get lost in this. He couldn’t fall for someone he couldn’t have. 

But he was Max Verstappen and anything he wanted, he got. 

That night wasn’t the last you’d spend in bed with one another. That morning you woke up in one another's arms before Max had to wake you up so you wouldn’t be late. You’d lied to Lewis and told him you stayed with Lando, luckily for you Lando couldn’t remember anything from the night so he just agreed.

You’d spent weeks getting to know Max and when the USA GP rolled around it was now his time to show everyone he was capable of winning this World Title. Max had won the race and invited you to join him and a few others in the celebrations. He kissed you for the first time that night and the rest was history. 

The day Toto found out was one you’d never forget and it also happened to be the day of the biggest race of the season. Auba Duabi. 

Max knew it was stupid to kiss you in front of the entire world when he won his first championship but at that moment he didn’t care. You were clapping alongside the Mercedes mechanics, trying not to look too happy when Max got out of the car. Max took his helmet off and looked over at you, a smirk on his lips. To anyone looking on it would have just looked as if he was being smug to the Mercades workers but in actual fact, it was for you. He strode over to you like he owned everything in the world and pulled your lips onto his. If Toto didn’t hate Max already he certainly did now. 

Toto hid away in one of the IT rooms, not wanting to be hounded by the press after his daughter had just kissed his rival in front of everyone. You knew you had to face him so you left Max to talk to interviewers to talk to him. Toto was sitting in one of the chairs looking out to the track, he tapped his finger against his cheek, ticking away like a bomb. 

“Dad?” You opened the door before closing it quietly behind you. “I need to explain what just happened… Max and I -”

“How long have you been hiding that from me?” He asked, still not, looking at you.

“Since America, the end of October.” 

“All that time…” He straightened his back, running his hand through his hair. “And you just lied to me?”

“It’s not like I wanted to.” You stepped further into the room. “I never wanted to hide it from you -”

“But you did.” He turned on his chair to finally meet your gaze. “For months and then the time you decide to make everything public you do it on the day Red Bull cheated us out of a win, Lewis could have won his eighth World Title if it wasn’t for him -”

“See this is why I didn’t tell you.” Your teary eyes met his. “Because you turn it into some shitty rivalry thing. You don’t care about how I feel, how he makes me feel. You always turn it around and make it a work thing.” You stepped closer to him. “I know how much Lewis and this entire team mean to you, this sport is my life as much as it is yours but there are times when you need to separate the two and me and Max being together is one of those times.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to kiss him in front of the world and you didn’t even tell me first, I had to find out when everyone else did, how do you think I feel?”

“I know.” You sat down, wiping the tears that had spilt. “I know, I understand that and please believe me when I tell you that I never meant for it to happen like that.” 

Toto gave you a look, he was searching your eyes for a lie but couldn’t find one. “When were you going to tell me?”

“If I’m honest I was waiting until this season ended. Then I would have told you during the break, Max could have come over -”

“He’s not setting foot in my house.” Toto snapped. 

“Dad…”

“He’s not.” He took a deep breath as a small knock sounded at the door. Max, drenched in champagne opened the door slowly before stepping inside. Toto met his gaze and any inch of forgiveness he wanted to give you quickly disappeared. “Get out.”

“I just want to talk to you.” Max replied, making his way over to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. “That kiss was my fault. I instigated it… as you probably could have guessed.”

“Don’t touch her.” Toto’s eyes fell onto Max’s hand. 

“Christ if you hate that you’d hate to know what he did after America -”

“You’re a cheating prick you know that Verstappen?” Toto jumped up. “Just like your father, you will never achieve anything -”

“Dad!” You now snapped at Toto. 

“Yeah?” Max’s tone turned sour. “My Dad was never a world champion and from what I remember neither are you but I am.”

“Only because you cheated -”

“The FIA disagrees. You just can’t handle that there’s someone on that grid that won’t let your precious golden boy through when he gets too close.” 

“You know what.” Toto headed towards the door. “I hope the two of you get on well because you’re not coming back home all the time you’re with him.” He didn’t say another word as he slammed the door behind him and left you two in the darkened room. 

Max didn’t wait a second before pulling you into a hug. Your face met his race suit as you burst into tears. Your arms wrapped around him as you sobbed. “I’m so sorry,” Max mumbled into your hair. “It was a stupid thing to do -”

“Why Max?” You held onto his racing suit. “Why did you have to do that?”  

“I just wanted to share this night with the woman I love and not just behind closed doors. It was stupid, I should have waited and we could have told Toto after Christmas.” His grip tightened on you as he soothed your cries. “Look,” Max looked down at you, his hand moving to pull your face away from his chest to look at him. “I know it’s hard but let's forget about it, for now, go out and celebrate and then we’ll talk to him tomorrow. If things don’t go as planned then you can move in with me, we’ll spend Christmas together if you want.” He took a deep breath. “I know it won’t be the same but -”

“I’d love to.” You cut him off. 

You never wanted to ruin Max’s day and make it all about yourself but he was partly to blame for your sadness and he knew that. Drying your tears the pair of you went back to his hotel room to get ready for the party and sure enough with a drop of alcohol you forgot about what had happened a few mere hours ago and you could now enjoy your night never having to worry if someone posted an accidental photo of you and Max getting a little too close. Whilst you and Max were side by side in one another's arms Toto was sitting on his hotel bed, still working whilst Susie was scrolling through social media. 

“Have you spoken to her?” Susie suddenly asked, her eyes glued on that man before her. 

“I’m working -”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off. “Have you spoken to her?” Toto let out a deep breath, taking his glasses off before running his hands through his hair. 

“Yes…”

“And?” 

“It didn’t go well.” 

“Toto -”

“Why him Susie? Why out of every driver on that grid did she have to go for him?” He looked defeated as he spoke. “And she lied to me for months, telling me she was meeting a friend or just going for a walk but in actual fact, she was going to see him. All this time -”

“And why do you think she kept it from you?” The woman arched her brows, clearly on your side. “Because she knew you’d act like this! And I can bet you anything you two didn't just have a normal conversation -”

“He ruined it! We were talking and he came in and ruined it.” 

“Then you ignore him like an actual adult.” Susie sat on the end of the bed as she spoke again. “What did you say to her?” 

“Regretable things.” He replied. 

“Like?”

He debated if he should tell her or not but he also knew he’d have to say something when you didn’t return home with them. “I kicked her out.”

“I beg your pardon?” Susie was close to kicking him out after those words. 

“I didn’t mean what I said, he instigated it -”

“Toto you’re her father you shouldn’t throw words like that around when her boyfriend drops a stupid comment.” Susie huffed. “I understand that her lying to you isn’t going to help this situation but you also need to understand where she’s coming from. What happened today has nothing to do with Max and you need to remember that. If the FIA stay by their decision then we go again next year. This isn’t the end for Lewis and this shouldn’t end your and y/n’s relationship. Look,” She turned her phone to show him photos of you and Max at the party. “She’s happy with him, isn’t that what you want?” 

“How do you feel about it?” Toto suddenly asked, his eyes darting from the photos. 

“It doesn’t matter what I think, she isn’t my daughter.”

Susie had a point. You were Toto’s eldest child and had grown up alongside the race track. Your mother had passed so he took care of you whilst he balanced his business and racing career. He knew the dangers of raising you by a track, one of them being you’d be around people he didn’t want you to be but he knew you were smart enough to stay away from those he didn’t like well… so he thought. 

“Why didn’t she go for Lewis?” He threw his glasses aside. “Or Mick, or George -” 

“Clearly she wanted a World Champion.”

“Lewis is a World Champion…” 

“Not the current one though.” 

“Don’t start that.” He complained. “I’ll speak to her.” 

Another conversation led to another argument, surprisingly Max stayed out of this one and yet it still all went to shit. You tried to not let it all get to you but that was easier said than done. Living with Max was vastly different to your life if England. Instead of being woken up by an excited Jack, you were greeted with two cats that looked as if they should have lived in the Savannah rather than a Monaco apartment and as much as you loved growing closer with Max and the two of you planning your lives out with one another you still couldn’t help but miss Toto despite his harsh words that had pulled you apart. 

The season was underway again with the first race starting in Bahrain and for the first time in your life, you didn’t go as a guest for Mercedes but for Red Bull. Max did his best to keep you by his side the entire time, not wanting any press to get near you and ask you unwanted questions. He also didn’t want your Dad to waltz into the garage and ruin things yet again but even he couldn’t stop that. 

“You okay?” Max asked. His eyes fell on yours as you sat in the garage, watching the mechanics work. 

“I’m fine.” You smiled back at him as he walked over to you. He stood before you, his hands moving to your chin and lifting it towards him. “How are you feeling?” 

“It’s only practice so I’m not nervous. Anything can happen.”

“Exactly so be careful.” You narrowed your gaze at him. 

“I’m always careful.” He smiled knowing that wasn’t true in the slightest. 

“I’ve moved in with you and now you’re lying to me.” You mirrored his smile. 

“Only once in nearly six months.” His smile turned into a smirk. 

“Max!” He leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips cutting you off. He pulled away after a second just to go and deepen the kiss even more. His thumb grazed your cheek as he tugged on your bottom lip, making you want him more. “Don’t start something you can’t finish Verstappen.” You pulled back, smirking up at him. 

Max straightened himself, his hand cupping your jaw as he looked down at you. “You know I can finish.” 

“Verstappen?” A sudden voice made the two of you jump apart. The Dutchman spun around to be greeted with the eyes of your father. Toto wanted nothing more than to yell at what he’d seen and just walk off like nothing had happened but he knew he couldn’t, he wanted to make amends. “Can we talk?”

“Me?” Max asked. 

“Yes…”

“Just me?” He arched his brows, confused as to why Toto would just want to speak to him rather than the two of you. Max looked back at you before planting a kiss on your forehead. “I won’t be long.” You nodded, sparing a glance at Toto before Max led him away to his driver's room. 

Max slammed the door behind him before turning to face Toto. “Why the fuck are you -”

“Do you love her?” Toto suddenly cut him off in a harsh tone. His eyes didn’t leave Max’s figure as the brunette looked at him in disbelief. 

“Sorry?” Max couldn’t believe he was even being asked that question.

“You heard the question Verstappen.”

“Yeah I did but I’m trying to work out why you’d even ask me that? What do you think I made her my girlfriend to get back at you? Do you think it was my way of finding out information about Mercedes? You know Toto everyone else out there might think I’m a selfish brat who can only win by shoving others off the track but I’m not like that and y/n was the only one who gave me a chance to tell my side of the story. She knew what it was like to be in the spotlight since she was born and she knew what it was like to feel the pressure of living up to your father's expectations. I have told her every single thing about me so do forgive the idea that I may be confused as to why you’d ask me if I do in fact love your daughter.”

“So you do?”

“Of course I fucking love her. If she asked I’d give up my World Title for her, I’d leave Formula 1 if that’s what she wanted. I love her more than anything and anyone in this world and I would have thought these past few months would have told you that.” Max took a breath. “But then again you were never there for her. All those nights she spent crying because she just wanted you to forgive her, I was there, I dried her tears every single time. You never called, you never even came to see her on Christmas. You don’t have to like me, I’m not asking for you to forget how we both lied but I’m asking you to treat her like your daughter again and not like some stranger.”

“I need to apologise to you too.”

“You need to appologise to her first.”

“I wanted to apologise to you first. If she sees me making the effort with you she may forgive me faster.” 

Max eyed your father, scanning his face for a lie but he never saw one. “That’s a smart move.” 

“I’m sorry for what happened. I never meant what I said, you can even ask y/n, I’ve always thought you were talented but the thought of you dating my daughter was something that I would need time to get used to. I was so angry at a decision by the FIA that I took it all out on the two of you. I know you didn’t make that decision and I need to learn to separate the sport and my daughter's feelings. What happens on that track and in these garages should stay on the track. I shouldn’t bring any shitty decision to her and your relationship.” 

Max waited a few seconds before speaking again. “If she accepts your apology then so will I. I love her and if she’s happy with moving on then I will. She’s already met my family and they love her so I just hope you’ll accept me into yours like mine did with her.” 

That comment hurt Toto. He’d really fucked up this time. You and he have argued in the past but it was still rare. The two of you were as close as they could come and the past few months without you made his heartache. 

“Can you go and get her for me?” 

Max nodded, turning on his heel as he walked back out to the garages to grab you. Max could tell Toto was being sincere and genuinely wanted his and your forgiveness but he wouldn’t show Toto an inch of kindness until you did. No matter his opinion of your father he would stand by you and show Toto the same respect you would. 

When he entered the room with you again he sent Toto one glance before he leaned down to kiss you. Max didn’t hesitate when he deepened the kiss, cupping your jaw whilst his arm pulled your waist into his hips. Max pulled back eventually, smirking down at you before placing one last peck on your lips. “I’ll be just outside if you need me.” 

“Thank you, love.” You smiled as he left, now leaving you and your Dad alone for the first time in months. 

Toto looked as if he hadn’t slept since the end of last season. His face brightened when he saw you but his face was still dull and the glint in his once happy eyes had left. “y/n…”

“How’ve you been?” You asked, doing your best to not just run and give him a hug. “You looked tired.”

“I haven’t exactly slept well since our argument.”

“You can tell.” You couldn’t help but smile a little at your own words. 

Toto mirrored your facial expression before his lips fell back into a line. “Y/n… I’m so sorry.” He took a deep breath before he continued. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. I should have never kicked you out of the house just because you started dating a rival driver. I understand why you kept it a secret, you know I’d react how I did because I couldn’t separate work from family and for that I’m sorry. I want you to move back in with us, I want Max to be a part of the family. I want us to go out for meals, with him, I want him to stay over and be one of us and for that to happen I need to put my bitterness aside. Y/n I am so sorry for what I said, please can you forgive me for what happened?” 

Your smile grew before you spoke. “I hate to break it to you but I won’t be moving back in with you and Susie. As much as I miss you both and Jack, I enjoy living with Max although I am going to try and convince him to move closer to you both.”

“Think I can live with that.” He smiled. 

“I’m sorry for keeping it from you -”

“No y/n it was all my fault, please don’t apologise for that.”

“Well… your apology is accepted. I won’t forget what happened but I can thank you for basically letting me move in with my boyfriend and we’re closer than ever, even with his family.”

“I think it’s only fair we invite Max round for dinner.”

“As long as you won’t kill him.”

“I can’t promise I won’t give him a hard time but I’ll promise I won’t kill him.” His smile grew. “Unless he hurts you.”

“I can assure you that you’ll never need to worry about Max hurting me. He’s been the best thing that’s happened to me for a while.”

“How did you two even meet properly? A night out?”

“You remember the day I was late to bring you coffee last season? I walked straight into him and nearly burned the bloke, he replaced the coffee and gave me a new shirt so it didn’t look suspicious, that night he gave me back my Mercedes shirt that he’d washed and we spent the night talking, he looked after me when I came back home slightly drunk without Lewis one night and well things just sort of went off from there.”

He nodded, suddenly connecting the dots. “He loves you.”

“I’d bloody hope he did if I’m honest.”

Toto laughed at your words, stepping closer to you. “I guess he’s a part of the family then.” He held his arms out, silently asking for a hug which you happily complied with. “Unless he hurts you…” He muttered. “Then I’ll make sure he ends up under Lewis’ car.” 

“Guess we’ve got to invite him for dinner and see if you two get on as well as I want you to.”

I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM, HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH

okay maybe I want to write something similar with Carlos x reader x Toto

Consolation • tw

resume: The best way to forget your boyfriend's betrayal is to reciprocate in kind.

cw: Pure filth, pet names, mild angst, f!oral receiving, no script, porn without plot.

a/n: I thought about it for days, without finding the starting point interesting for it, I had to use Carlos' fame to generate this dirty entertainment here, I hope you like it and forgive the mistakes, English is not my first language. Enjoy!

His back hit the door hard and the cold wood made his hair stand on end at the contact, but there was no time for complaints, Toto's hot mouth claimed the empty spaces of his neck and chest, he seemed willing to leave marks all over his body. your body, whether visible or not.He opened the door with a grunt and pushed you until you both fell onto the couch, your legs locked around his waist and he threaded his fingers through his dark hair, moaning as Toto moved up to your mouth, kissing you like he was hungry, and he it really was.He had been waiting for this opportunity for two long, damn years. He would have had better luck if Carlos hadn't arrived first and claimed you.

But he was patient and waited for the Spaniard's first hesitation to steal you from him, and as expected, Carlos didn't fail, handing you over to the CEO of Mercedes on a platter.You moaned against Toto's lips, feeling the weight of his body on yours, making you even more excited and anxious for what was to come, your fingers wandered to his shirt, pulling the buttons from their buttonholes with violence until you had his muscular chest. older at your disposal. He pulled away enough to look at him and groaned, seeing that Toto was better than he imagined.

“Holy shit…” murmured, sliding his fingers from his sternum to the waistband of his pants, scratching the tips of his nails on the hot skin, hearing Torger moan huskily into his neck. “You’re so fucking hot, Toto.”

“I know, mädchen.” He kissed your neck, dragging the straps of your dress down until it was bunched up around your waist and your breasts were free for his mouth. You moaned loudly, not caring if the guests next door heard. Toto licked and sucked your nipple until it was sensitive enough to make you tremble and moan slyly, he did the same with the other.

“But you… You’re a fucking dream, mädchen…” Toto murmured, helping you take off your dress, he enjoyed the contrast of your red panties against your skin. “Don’t tell anyone, schatz, but I love red.”

“I’ll take care of your secret, I p—...” your voice hitched in his chest because Toto sucked on her clit while still in her panties, making her legs tremble around his head. "Fuck!" pulled you to the edge of the bed and without patience, he tore the delicate lace of the lingerie, putting the remains in his pocket.

“Don’t move, schatz, I want to enjoy every minute while I eat that pretty pussy” he said, rubbing his nose against your mound of Venus, the hot air coming out of his mouth made you shiver and shiver. “Quiet…”

You moaned loud enough for everyone to know that you were being eaten there, Toto was sucking you as if he was dying of thirst in the desert and you were an oasis, he held your thighs tightly, keeping you still while he ran his warm tongue around you. her clitoris and went down to her entrance, which blinked with each lick.

“Holy Jesus Christ! Toto—...!” Your back arched and you opened your eyes, the Austrian circled your hole with his index finger until he penetrated, feeling the soft walls squeeze him reflexively, he moaned, anticipating how good it would feel when his dick was there. “Mhmm… Toto.”

You didn't even know what you were asking for, his body was on the verge of combustion and there were no signs of him stopping. Toto got up, going to kiss her, without stopping putting his fingers in her pussy, the taste in his mouth made her moan more and she rolled against Toto's hand, wanting him to go deeper.

“Greedy… You’re eager for my cock, aren’t you, doll?” He teased as he pulled away from you and removed his fingers from inside you, making you moan needily, you were about to cum when he removed his fingers. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he said licking the fingers that had been inside you. “Taste it.”

He inserted his fingers and your mouth, you saw Toto's dark eyes gain an even greater shine when you licked his fingers, making him wonder if that was how you would suck his dick. It made your erection hurt in your pants, you had been pushing him to the limit all night, rubbing against him while dancing, to forget the shitty betrayal that Carlos had given you.

“Good girl, my good fucking girl.”You sucked every drop of your own essence, eagerly. She brought her fingers to her sensitive clitoris and moaned as she touched herself, until he moved his hand away. “You’re only going to cum when I let you, doll” he said and removed his fingers from your mouth, you jutted your lip in a pout and sat down, making your breasts jiggle slightly and attract his attention.

But fuck, this was a game for two, you sat on his lap, moaning softly as you felt Toto's cock press against your bare pussy. It was big and thick enough to make you drool, you hadn't even seen it yet and you didn't know if you wanted it in your mouth or in your pussy.

"Wow daddy, I've been such a good girl for you..." you said softly, pressing your breasts to his chest and kissing Toto's chin, your hips jutted forward. You moaned as you rubbed your pussy against the thick fabric of his jeans. “Ah! Fucking heaven!”

He grabbed your hips and made you ride still on his lap with your clothes on. At that point, the moisture from your pussy had already soaked his pants and made him even harder, but he wanted to see how much you could take.

"Deserve?"

“Uhmm!” you groaned, closing his eyes tightly. “Please daddy I-I need it!”

Toto made you ride faster, feeling you tremble in his hands.

“What do you need, schatz?” He asked hoarsely, this was torture for both of them. "It tells me."

You held onto his shoulders, rubbing your clit harder against Toto's pants, you were about to cum, your stomach tightened with the imminent orgasm, and somehow, the businessman knew this and made you stop.

“I-I need you, daddy” he stuttered, the pressure in his belly made his eyes water and Toto could bet that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you about to cum. “Fuck me daddy, please!”

You hadn't even seen when he opened his pants, you just moaned as the fat head expanded your pussy, you knew that Toto had a big, thick cock, you knew he would open you up and fuck you like no one else, but you didn't expect it to be that way.

“S-So big!” You groaned, the tears finally giving way, streaming down your cheeks. Toto slowly made you slide on his cock, stretching you into the shape of his cock. “W-It won’t fit.”He smiled, seeing that he was barely halfway in yet.

“I’ll make it fit, baby…” He said, and pushed against you, your moan was like music to him, it was really fucking big.“You’re so full, doll… Taking me good, look” he said, making you go up a little, only to go down again. “Come on schatz, ride that hot pussy on me.”

He ordered and you moaned, moving slowly as you began to ride on his lap, feeling the head of his dick hit your G-spot first time. His eyes rolled back in their sockets.

"So good!" You whimpered, your hips moved on their own, you were a sweaty mess and eager for orgasm, riding that cock like you were going to die tomorrow and Toto fucking you was your last wish. He slapped your ass twice and sucked your nipple, leaving you on the sidelines.

“Fucking tight, doll” he kissed your chin, thrusting hard, making you see stars under your eyelids and him moan low and deep.

“Fuck Toto!”

You squeezed his cock until it was barely out of your pussy, your orgasm releasing like a knot in your belly, taking the strength out of your legs and making you fall on top of him.

“Nghn! You’re choking my dick, doll.”

He said on the verge of his own orgasm and tried to pull out of you, but you only tightened your grip and locked your hips on him.

“I-Inside daddy” you asked, hearing him moan hoarsely, fuck did you know what you were asking for?

Toto held your chin tightly and made you face him.

“If I cum inside, I’ll take you for myself, is that what you want, mädchen?”

You shook your head yes, a little stupid from the orgasm.

"Good girl."

Toto felt his balls contract as he came inside her pussy.

*⁠.⁠✧｡⁠*ﾟ

“Don’t stop, please!” You asked, pressing your nails into his back, Toto was slamming his hips against his hard, splashing water on the walls of the shower.

“That’s right, damn it!”

He grabbed the back of your head, making you look up, you were a mess, hair stuck to your face, kiss and bite marks all over your chest and neck. It was the nicest fucking sight of the night.

“I-I can’t take it anymore, daddy!”

He smiled, giving you an open mouth kiss.

“Just one more, schatz. I know you can give me one more.”

Toto growled as he shoved his cock into her pussy, they had already lost count that night. "Just one more."

You nodded, shakily, your orgasm was growing like a monster in your womb, clawing at the walls to let go, and Toto was committed to letting you go.

*⁠.⁠✧｡⁠*ﾟ

“Serve him” Toto said, without taking his mouth away from you, you rolled your eyes, you didn’t know how much more you could give him, but your body seemed to give in every time he touched you, it was never a limit. Toto ate you hungrily, insatiable as a fucking wolf. “Answer Y/N, or I won’t let you cum” Toto warned and you whimpered, grabbing your phone.

“Y-Yes?”

“Corazón, where are you?” Carlos's deep voice echoed through the device and you bit the back of your hand, containing your moan. “I looked for you all over the hotel.”

Toto took your hand away from your mouth and sucked your clitoris as if it were a baby sucking at the breast, that made you moan loudly and get lost in what Carlos was saying. Toto understood that you couldn't say anything else and took the cell phone away from you.He didn't move away from her pussy when answering Carlos on the phone.

“She's busy cumming, boy” he said seriously, licking you like a kiss and turned off the device, throwing the cell phone on the carpet. “Cum for me, schatz.”And you came, exactly as he wanted.

Toto: But I'm the boss

Y/N: And I'm your wife

Toto: Okay, you have a point

baby I'm yours

Summary: Where Toto feels slightly intimidated by his girlfriend's groupie approach to his favorite pilot.

a/n: This came about after listening to Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys and I thought I'd write something about this song and luckily for everyone, Toto Wolff was the lucky winner for this little (what can I call it?) piece of heaven? That sounds good...

Miami, 2024.

"Do you think he'll be bothered?" She asked, trying her best not to show too much excitement. Toto looked at her sideways, not understanding.

"Who are you talking about, schatz?" he asked, sliding his index finger across the tablet's screen.

"From Lando, of course! I would love to congratulate him on his victory... but I'm afraid of disturbing him," he confessed, looking at the papaya pilot responding to reporters. Toto followed the direction of her gaze, finding the young driver standing conveniently in front of the Mercedes pit. "I think I should talk to him..."

"I didn't know you were a fan of Norris" he commented dryly, Toto didn't exactly understand the root of his discomfort, but it was there, sticking like a needle and he didn't like the sensation. He was never a jealous man, so he didn't understand where that feeling came from, and he didn't like it at all. "Mhmm since when?"

"I've always been a fan of McLaren and it's never been a secret between us" she explains

"Yes schatz, I know that... You have a huge poster of Senna in your living room and a collection of his shirts in your closet" he replied, finally putting down the tablet and facing his girlfriend. "but I had no idea about Norris"

"He's young and has talent, as well as being very charismatic, it's impossible not to like him" he said, still looking at the British pilot. Toto swallowed the lump in his throat, la There it was, jealousy showing itself. "I will talk to him!"

She jumped off the bench and waited for the journalist to finish the interview, which didn't take more than a minute.

"Lando! I finally had the chance to congratulate you on your victory, you were great today!" she said smiling, Y/N was known by everyone in the paddock, she wasn't just Toto Wolff's girlfriend, but he worked as a Formula 1 correspondent for an American newspaper. It was impossible not to know who she was. Lando accepted her hug and congratulations and they both entered into a lively conversation full of laughter, which was watched over by the eagle eyes of Toto Wolff.

Unwanted thoughts grew in Toto's mind, thoughts that had actually always been there since the beginning of his relationship with Y/N. She was young and still had so much ahead of her, Toto wondered when she would get tired of him and look for someone her own age, who could keep up with her pace... Anyway, there were too many thoughts leaving Toto's mind even more overwhelmed; he looked away from Lando and Y/N, because he knew that if he continued looking, he would make a stupid scene there.

Y/N returned almost thirty minutes later, she was euphoric, with red cheeks and bright eyes, which made Toto's stomach turn violently.

May God have mercy on him!

"He signed my hat! This will look great in my collection" she said smiling, looking at the signature on the brim of the hat. "He's a really lovely boy."

Toto grumbled in response, looking for his cell phone on the table, among the papers that he had no idea where they came from.

"Bae, are you okay?" she asked, resting her hand on his forearm, feeling his warm skin, a reaction that only appeared when Toto was at the peak of his own emotions. A snap shook her mind, maybe Y/N wasn't discreet when celebrating her favorite team's victory, especially when Toto's team had a bad result. "Oh, I really was an idiot, wasn't I? Mercedes didn't do well today and I was acting like a bitch here..." he said quietly, he didn't want to make things even worse. "I'm sorry for being so obtuse..."

"Don't worry about it, it's never been a secret to anyone here that you're a McLaren fan, and everyone's fine with that..."

"So what's bothering you?"

"Won't you give up on this?"

"You know I'm not, now tell me why you look like that."

Toto took a deep breath and took her to the private room in the garage, he didn't want anyone on the team — or Netflix — to see.

"You'll never hear me say this again, but I'm jealous" he confessed, feeling vulnerable in that moment , running his hand through his messy hair, Y/N's eyes widened, she never imagined hearing that from him, after all, Toto exuded confidence, as if nothing could shake his structures.

"Jealousy?" She questioned in surprise "whose?"

"Who else would it be? The boy Norris!"

Y/N's response was genuine laughter, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Oh bae, I'm not buying this... Are you jealous of Lando? Really?!"

Toto looked at her offended, was she really laughing at him? I knew I should have kept quiet. He planned to leave the room, but Y/N stopped laughing and stopped him.

"It's unbelievable that you're jealous of Lando, Torger! If it was Fernando or Sebastian... even Lewis I would understand, but Lando? Are you kidding me, bae?"

"What you mean?"

"I don't like young guys, Toto," she said, pressing her body against his as she tried in vain to match their heights. "I thought I made it clear that I prefer older guys, or rather, I prefer you."

Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her smoothly until their faces were aligned. The storm in his thoughts calmed and a warm wave of love took over. "It's good to know that"

"What can I do? Guys my age don't know how to treat me." She said and offered a kiss, which Toto didn't deny. He held the back of her head tightly and tilted the smaller girl's head, Y/N sighed contentedly. "How can you be jealous of Lando? He's a boy!"

Toto rolled his eyes, but didn't let go of her, just brought her closer until there was no free space between them.

"You can't judge me, your eyes shone for him!" he replied, making her wrap her legs around his torso. "Anyone would be the same way.

"Don't be silly, I would look the same way at Oscar or any other McLaren driver... Baby, I'm yours."

Toto he agreed with a murmur, but then looked at her with dilated pupils "So I need to keep you away from Alonso and Lewis? Thank God Sebastian retired!”

"Oh God, I have a monster!" she scolded, laughing.

Better than Romeo and Juliet

No warning, just cuteness and softness here.

The socks absorbed the sound of her footsteps on the wooden floor, but the walls weren't enough to muffle Toto's complaints in his office. She stood at the door of the room holding the book against her chest, wondering if it was a good idea to go in and disturb his work... From his grumbling, it would probably be a good idea.

Y/N pushed the door lightly and put her head inside the office, seeing her fiancé standing in front of the window, and from the state of his hair, the situation on the phone wasn't good. She cleared her throat and caught his attention.

"Am I getting in the way?" Y/N questioned.

"What? You never get in my way, darling." He assures her, calling her into the office, and returns to arguing in fast-paced German. "I was screaming, wasn't I?"

"A little yes... I came to see if you don't want to find out the end of the story..." she suggests, lifting the book, at that point, Toto didn't even care about the conversation on the phone. He said goodbye and threw the phone on the table, walking towards the woman.

"I assume I wasn't even remembering that, darling" he murmurs against his bride's mouth, peppering small kisses on her face. "But now you gave me something..."

"So you won't mind reading it today...? Y/N speaks, making her famous puppy eyes lost in the change, which of course, had a great appeal to the Austrian.

"I thought the reading thing was your thing, baby" he tried to get away with it.

"Ah you can't blame me, you and your prescription glasses are my guilty pleasure, love."

In less than five minutes, the two were lying in bed, with the room's diffused lights on, creating a warm and soft atmosphere. This was exactly the description of a home she always had in mind.

Her mind fell into the limbo that Toto's voice created. It was usually Y/N who read at night, but she loved it when Toto took it for himself.

"These violent pleasures have violent ends, And die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, Which, when they kiss, consume each other" Toto's voice gained a deep, sleepy tone, and it suited the story so much. Y/N yawned before laying down on his chest, listening to Toto's heartbeat and felt her own heart rate match his. "This is very tragic, are you sure you really like Romeo and Juliet?"

"Romeo and Juliet is the epitome of tragic romance, and you know that tragic romances are my weakness," she confessed. "You have a good reading voice, have you ever thought about giving up your career as a team leader and becoming a book narrator on YouTube?"

Toto chuckled, dropping the book on the bedside table, "I'll consider this my retirement plan, don't worry."

The silence between the two was comfortable, just listening to each other's breathing.

"What's attractive about two rival teenagers falling in love and dying within a week? It's very tragic" Toto asks, really curious about that, he understood the appeal of Pride and Prejudice, even Wuthering Heights, but Romeo and Juliet was a mystery.

"That depends on each person... Some people hate it, others don't understand, I like how intense they are, from the way they love to the way they die" Y/N said. "Their surrender to the feeling, all the rivalry between the families, this story is wonderful."

Toto hums in agreement, running his fingers down her shoulder, making gentle circles on the warm skin.

"And of course, all teenage girls would like to receive declarations of love as romantic as Romeo's on Juliet's balcony."

"Were you one of those girls?"

"Maybe, I watched Twilight, so I guess that counts for something," she laughs, standing up to face him. "But I sure don't need it right now."

"Same? Why?"

"For a girl who always loved the Italian accent, I was surprised to fall in love with the Germanic accent, with a lot of Austrian appeal, you know?"

Toto laughed, holding her against him. "I like the idea of having the upper hand over Romeo and all his tragic romanticism."

"Your advantage is that you exist and he doesn't, I bet no girl could resist Romeo."

"Is my advantage existing and being Austrian? That's not romantic."

Y/N laughed "no one said the competition would be fair, I think you can read some more, I'm still not sleepy.

"You're taking advantage of me?"

"Yes, now read, Torger and don't forget your glasses."

"Of course, of course ma'am, we're here to continue feeding your guilty pleasure" he grumbled, taking the book and his glasses. "Let's bring closure to these dramatic teenagers."

Y/N closed her eyes, absorbing the deep sound of his voice, laughing when he forced his Italian accent in some parts. That was his teenage dream and he didn't need any declaration. But she wouldn't tell Toto, that was better than any passionate teenage ambition. Better than Romeo and Juliet.

Writing this was absolutely sweet, I got the idea from watching “Love in Verona” and thought about it. N I couldn't let it go and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, until next time!!

I wanted to write a series, maybe about Toto or Lewis, but I have no idea how to start or what the main point would be. I am the shame of the ficwriter category

Okay guys, I think I managed to find a starting point and start from there, before the end of the night (following my time zone lol) I'll be posting the introduction

I wanted to write a series, maybe about Toto or Lewis, but I have no idea how to start or what the main point would be. I am the shame of the ficwriter category

Could you do "complimenting the features you love most about you lover" and "getting lost in their eyes" with Toto Wolff with wife reader please? Thanks!!! :))

YES, COMPLETELY YES

All the things that make up you.

Amid a storm of messages and calls from his personal assistant, Toto was forced to turn off his cell phone while he watched his wife's master's degree presentation. Nothing was more important than her at that moment.

"Is mommy going to talk now, dad?" Jack questioned, trying to stand up on the chair to see the platform.

"Yes, do you want to see her?"

"YES! I WANT IT!" Jack literally shouted from the auditorium, attracting attention, Toto apologized and walked with him to the side of the auditorium, where he could put his son on his shoulders and help you see the stage.

Toto saw how nervous she was, moving the papers on the lectern several times, and he also saw her immediately calm down when she found them. He smiled at her, conveying strength.

Toto was so proud of her. Y/N took a deep breath and began to speak, explaining her thesis and all its foundations; officially Toto didn't understand anything she was saying, but damn, she was so sure, so confident that he didn't need to understand to believe it.

And fuck, he loved her confidence, Y/N was good at a lot of what she set out to do.

Jack waved to his mother when Y/N looked in their direction, the woman gave a big smile, without stopping explaining. And Toto got lost in the performance, just watching how well his wife looked there.

By God how he loved her.

Toto loved her intelligence, all the random facts she discovered just to tell him, he loved the fact that she still got emotional over his favorite movie. Toto loved her for supporting his career, even though she had to be a mother, wife, student, and almost full-time professional. Toto loved her strange laugh, the way she wrinkled her nose when she read and also loved her when she organized things by color, or when she 'tidyed' her office and changed the order of things. He loved her when everything seemed to fall on their heads, or when she blamed him for her absence.

Toto loved the way she smiled, he loved how she was an excellent mother and wife, he loved her body, with all the curves and marks of pregnancy. Toto loved her arrogantly and soberly and loved her drunk and bold.

I loved her eyes, which seemed to shine like the whole fucking sun, those eyes that saw into his soul, the eyes that sparkled with anger when he forgot the towel on the bed, or that reflected all the love she felt. Toto loved her eyes, he got lost in them every time, Y/N had the look that left him lost, drowned and chained to her. Those eyes conveyed everything he had ever wanted his entire life: the luck of a peaceful love with a woman who turned his life upside down every day and made him feel grateful for it.

He came out of his reverie when applause sounded throughout the auditorium, Y/N thanked him with waves and hugged the teachers on the panel before going down towards Jack and him. The boy barely had time for Toto to congratulate him on his performance, before Jack jumped on his mother's lap, saying which parts he liked best.

"Can I come again, mommy?!" The little boy asked, his eyes shining in the same way his mother's shone when she was euphoric.

"Not yet, darling" she laughed, kissing her son's chubby cheeks. “Mommy needs a break from studying for now.”

She balanced her son on her lap and finally turned to her husband.

"So? What did you think?"

"Excellent, I knew you would be great today" Toto assured, wrapping her in his arms. "You're always great, liebe"

"You trust my potential too much, Torger" Y/N replied shyly.

"If you saw yourself the way I see you, you would understand" He spoke and Y/N just mouthed, not knowing how to respond. "You're wonderful, love, I'm so lucky to have you."

"Toto..." She whimpered, making him laugh and kiss her forehead. "You're going to make me cry, Torger!"

"You can't blame me for loving you, woman! It's inevitable!"

He smiled wider when he saw her lip quiver with emotion.

"For everything that is sacred, I love you, woman and I hope that I can lose myself every day in everything that your eyes make clear to me"

Y/N didn't even answer him, just kissed him, too touched to be able to think of anything. Both only broke the kiss when Jack complained.

"I'm very, very, very proud of you, liebe. Maybe I'm the one who should brag here, maybe be your trophy husband? That sounds good to me."

She laughed loudly

"I think we can negotiate this, husband"

I liked this, a lot! We all love seeing this man completely surrendered to his wife, so we have to give the world a piece of that paradise.

You're the one who asked, I hope it met your expectations, I really appreciate the ask ♡

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Summary: Where Toto Wolff is ambushed into taking an unplanned family vacation in the middle of the season. Or where Toto understands that he cannot fight against the will of his wife and son.

cw: Family cuteness, Toto being an amazing father, wonderful husband, but there's also mild smut, dirty thoughts, and use of pet names. Poorly translated German (not at all, actually).

Request: @pear-1206

"But darling" he starts to say, bending his spine to face his wife, he loved how big the difference in height was between them, especially in those moments "I have a lot of things to sort out until the next race."

"I know, but I don't care, I talked to Ava, she'll keep everything under control while you're gone" Y/N replied, crossing her arms under her breasts, highlighting the cleavage in her pink shirt. Making dirty thoughts grow in the man's mind.

"Are you really not going to give in?" Toto questioned, looking up at his wife's determined face, Y/N smiled and waved her hand in the air.

"You know me so well, darling..." she placed her hands on his chest and kissed him quickly before leaving the room. "Don't even think about putting your notebook in your suitcase, otherwise I'll throw it out the window." she warned, going to check if Jack had separated everything he would take on the trip.

Toto sighed, raising his head to the ceiling, he had no desire to measure strength with his wife, he knew that she would get everything she wanted from him, whenever she wanted.

"That woman has me wrapped around her little finger, damn it" he grumbled, going to see what she had put in the suitcase, trying to find out where his wife would take him in kidnapping, with his approval.

"Can I go to the sea?!" Jack shouted as soon as he opened the cabin door. Y/N had rented a cabin on a private beach, to ensure that nothing and no one would disturb Toto's week of rest.

"Stay on the bank, Jack, don't go too far!" Y/N said watching the boy run across the sand, stopping at the shallow edge of the beach where the waves crashed against the boy's fingers. She stopped at the door of the chalet, watching her son playing on the beach. She was taken by surprise when Toto's arms were wrapped around her and an intense kiss was placed on the crook of her neck. "Hi baby."

"How did you plan all this without me knowing, little devil?"

She laughed, without taking her eyes off the boy playing, not that Jack would disobey and go into the deep water, but she was a mother and she couldn't help but worry about her son.

"You shouldn't doubt my ability to be stealthy, love."

"Should I be worried?" He asked, bringing their bodies even closer together, molding the curves of the female body to his. Y/N was right, he needed a break, and a few days at the beach wouldn't hurt anyone. Y/N sighed as she felt the hardened form of Toto's body against hers, God only knew how much she missed her husband.

"Ah yes, you never know when I'll take your place as head of Mercedes..." She said with a cheeky giggle. "can you imagine? You being my subordinate?"

"You know how much I like being below you, mein liebe, I think it's my favorite position." He said and wrapped his right hand around her neck, making her tilt her head and give his lips more space on her neck.

"I'm talking about corporate positions, Torger," she replied quietly, suggestively.

"What did you think I was talking about, sweetheart? You have such a perverted mind" he laughed, letting go of her as he walked towards Jack, it was obvious that the boy wanted to go for a swim.

"Yay! Come swim with me, daddy!" The boy shouted excitedly, splashing water everywhere. Y/N smiled, completely in love with the sight of Toto capturing his son in his arms and running into the sea. She packed a small beach bag and walked onto the sand to the lounger under an umbrella, spread the towel on the ground and left gear like a cap for Jack, Toto's sunglasses and sunscreen, even though the sun was mild, she knew how lucky her boys were to end up sunburned.

Y/N threw off her beach dress and picked up the book she had been reading for the last week, the silence and calm being filled by Jack's excited screams in the water. Some time later, she only realized that she had slept on the lounger when she felt Toto bite her legs.

"You won't be sleeping on my watch, Mrs. Wolff," he said, hovering over his wife, letting drops of salt water fall on her.

"And how are you going to stop that, Mr. Wolff?" He questioned, stretching his body and looked around the beach, finding no trace of Jack. "Where did you leave your son, Wolff?"

He smiled, brushing his damp hair out of his face, drawing her attention to his twitching muscles.

"Young Wolff? He played until he got tired, so I put him to sleep in the cottage, making sure I woke him up for dinner."

"So it's just the two of us, on this beautiful deserted beach?"

"You bet so, mein liebe" he whispered, sitting between her legs, bringing her onto his lap while he played with the knots of her bikini. "I have something to say, you can wait here quickly?"

"What are you up to, Torger?"

"You'll find out, little devil" Toto replied, giving her a quick kiss before running to the chalet, she caught a glimpse of her husband rummaging through the suitcases, looking for something she couldn't identify. Toto returned with nothing in his hands and a suspicious smile. "What is it?"

"I'm going to take advantage of the fact that I was consensually kidnapped by my wife and son, in this breathtaking landscape, to make some issues official." Toto said, sitting in the same place as before, putting the woman back on his lap.

“Hum mhmm, and what do you have in mind?"

"It's the right time to make the term 'wife' official," he said, raising his left hand to show the golden ring in the center of his palm, the colorless diamond reflecting the sunlight like a prism. s Y/N gasped in surprise, the woman's eyes burned with emotional tears.

"Toto...?"

"That's right baby, I'm officially asking you to marry me."

Y/N screamed euphorically and hugged him quickly, murmuring "yes" over and over again. Toto laughed, welcoming her joy.

"I'm glad you accepted, darling, or I would have had to appeal to Jack and his impressive power of persuasion" he cooed softly, kissing her all over her face. Toto slid the ring over her ring finger, enjoying how the jewel stood out on his now fiancée's hand.

The two were surprised by the 'click' of the camera, Jack was standing next to the two, laughing while taking photos.

"Apparently little Wolff has slept enough" Y/N said resting her head on Toto's shoulder.

"YES! Let's go to the sea, mom! I want to swim more!" The boy said, leaving the camera in his bag while he pulled his parents into the water, Y/N and Toto let themselves be pulled by the boy.

It was a good start to the Wolff family's unplanned vacation.

How to deal with Jack being the best and cutest busybody in the world? We know that Toto wouldn't restrict himself to kisses there.

This was cute, I enjoyed writing it so much 😭✊🏼 Pear, my love, I hope it met your expectations

We'll see later, kids! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡

When the light in your eyes...

Summary: No matter what or who, nothing would be able to stop Toto from looking at his wife. Everything in the world converged so that his eyes turned to his wife.

cw: nothing but Toto being completely in love and Jack acting like the best first child in the world. Nothing but love triggers and cuteness.

Request: anon

author note: I couldn't think of any other song than this to form the plot of the proposal, the lyrics, the song, everything fits perfectly here. I inserted an oc here I needed to insert an OC here because NOTHING in the world told me if Bono is married and what his name would be, so don't take it seriously tnks.

The noise of conversations reached Toto's ears like a poorly tuned radio, he didn't understand anything that was being said. He barely understood what Bono and George were talking about next to him, his eyes fixed on the woman sitting near the piano, Y/N was talking animatedly with Carmen and Bono's wife; one of her hands rested on Jack's shoulders and the other stroked his bulging belly.

Being at that informal dinner was not one of Toto's plans for that night, but he didn't have the strength to deny any request from his pregnant wife. Y/N knew the power she had over her husband and used it whenever she had the chance; just like a little sorceress keeping him wrapped in her charms and to be honest, Toto didn't mind giving in to his wife's whims.

Since announcing her pregnancy, she seemed to sparkle like a crystal exposed to the sun, shining with a hundred colors on all sides. Since then, Toto felt like the Moon attracted to the Earth, unable to stay away, seeking to ensure the well-being of his wife and the baby who was still resting during pregnancy. And this didn't just affect the businessman, Jack couldn't stay away from his mother, always talking to the baby, about all the games they would have when they were older;the boy acted as a dedicated protector, hardly allowing anyone to touch his mother's belly, taking on the role of responsible and careful older brother.

It always made tears of love come to her eyes, extremely grateful to have such a sweet and gentle son like Jack, Y/N and Toto were truly raising him to be a good and kind man.

"Are you hungry, Mommy?" he asked softly, not wanting to interrupt his mother's conversation with the other women, Jack's little hand positioned in the exact place where the baby was kicking inside his belly. The child seemed to love every moment his older brother was near, only Toto could get similar reactions from the baby.

"No darling, I'm fine" he smiled, stroking his son's light hair. "Don't you want to spend some time with daddy?"

Jack shook his head.

"I'm taking care of the baby, Mommy," he said seriously. "I can stay here, right?"

"Of course you can, sweetheart, the baby and I won’t complain about having you here.”

The conversation between Y/N and Jack made Toto's heart race, after having conquered his place in the world, being able to enjoy that family scenario had always been his greatest ambition. Bono and George at some point gave up trying to include Toto in the conversation, he was trapped in the aura that Jack and Y/N emanated. Carmen and Lucy watched the scene with sweet smiles on their faces, also involved in the aura that the two created there.

Toto's chest lit up every time he witnessed the sweet interaction between his wife and son, he considered himself so lucky to have that, a wonderful wife and an incredible son.

Toto watched as the light coming through the window made her shine, her hair, her skin, her eyes. Everything seemed to have taken on an extra vibrancy after the baby and was shining like the sun. Toto knew, there were no words — whether in English, German or any other language in the world — that could translate what he felt for his wife, Y/N was a final breath for his lungs and he was constantly suffocating without air. No man should need a woman so much, but he would be damned if there was a day when he didn't need his wife.

Toto gave up trying to get involved in George and Bono's dialogue and walked where his family was, he needed to be with them, share that loving scenario that the two created there. Carmen and Lucy left the Wolff family at ease, not that it was a huge sacrifice, the three of them were so adorable together.

"Toto? I thought you were talking to Peter and George..." Y/N said, trying to accommodate Jack as best as possible on her lap, the boy was about to give in to sleep, but although he refused to sleep. As stubborn as his father.

"I tried, schatzi, but when I noticed, I was fixated on you and didn't hear anything else." He confessed and shook his shoulders without caring.

"Torger, that's so rude! You shouldn't have been rude to Bono, we're at his house." Y/N fought with him, but Toto showed no regrets, which made the woman snort. "That's not a good example for Jack, or for the baby."

That finally made his mind click "I'm sorry, liebeling, I've been too fixated on you like this..."

And as always happened, Y/N felt her heart give way, there was no way she could blame Toto for being so himself.

"It's not like this won't happen again, is it? You are too dedicated."

"You're absolutely right." He agreed and picked Jack up, at that point the boy was already sleeping soundly, resting on his mother's belly. The boy grumbled, but continued sleeping as he settled better on his father's lap. Toto's hand replaced Jack's and Y/N sighed loudly, apparently the baby had identified his father's presence and was moving in the womb as if it were a party.

"Torger I don't know what you do to make your children go crazy in your presence." She complained, trying to find a better position in the seat. "The baby is moving non-stop here." she said and took her husband's hand to where the baby was kicking.

"He knows he's safe and he's celebrating that."

Once again that afternoon, Y/N's eyes burned with pure love converted into tears. Life wouldn't be perfect, but it was so good, she would never complain.

Shared Happiness

summary: Everything that weekend pointed to a victory for Red Bull at home and aware of this, everyone expected it. But as nothing in F1 is predictable, his weekend, which had everything to be terrible — or average if he was optimistic — ended up being one of the best of his life.

cw: A little fluffy, mention of frustration, this is going to be short, and a little smutty too.

author note: I received this request last night and I was delighted with it, I couldn't help but develop it.

request: anon

The weather in Spielberg was favorable and would allow for an accident-free race, at least that was what everyone hoped. She placed the cap on Jack's head, the boy wasn't so excited either, racing in Austria inevitably meant seeing RBR on the podium and to be honest, no one could stand the Dutch anthem during the trophies presentation anymore.

Even though Lewis was on the podium in Barcelona, when it came to Spielberg, it was obvious that Reb Bull was determined to win at all costs, so shit, it wasn't going to be an easy race for Lewis and George. And that left Toto at the edge of his own mood, ready to throw his headphones against the table, the wall or any unsuspecting person who crossed his path; This prompted Bono to call Y/N, begging trying to convince her to watch the race in the garage, to perhaps contain Wolff's heated emotions during the circuit.

"You're stressed in advance, dear... Okay, we know that Red Bull has the favoritism of being at home and everything, but Mercedes has been running good races, we can score here r even compete for the podium." she said massaging his shoulders, Toto rested his head on his wife's shoulder and sighed.

"Things are predictable and we no longer have 'just' Red Bull to worry about... McLaren is coming with everything this year, we are competing for second place in the championship..." he huffed in frustration. "For second damn place, when we've been leading this shit for seven damn years!"

"You're going to have a heart attack, Torger, calm down! And stop swearing in front of Jack!"

Not that Jack was paying any attention, he was playing with Roscoe and Lewis outside the garage and didn't even hear his parents talking.

"Sorry honey, I'm so stressed about this... I just want it to be over."

"No one knows how this race could end, stop being so pessimistic Torger, Lew and Georgie are good drivers and are willing to give everything for the win. Be more grateful too!” Y/N pulled the strands from the back of his neck, hearing a low murmur coming from his throat. The sound reverberated throughout Y/N's body, making her breathe hard.

"Y/N, damn..." He grumbled and spun the chair until he was facing her, Toto's dark eyes twinkled. "Fuck, I need this" He swore, pulling his wife by the back of her head as he kissed her. "Regardless of the result of the race, we will have dinner today"

"Mhmm that sounds good, husband" she replied, wiping the lipstick off his face. "I'll let you get ready for the race" she gave an encouraging smile and went to get Jack.

"Do you think we're going to win today, mom?" Jack questioned, he also looked disbelieved and that made Y/N sigh, sometimes Wolff men were difficult to deal with.

"Well, I hope we can win today, dear, but let's wait, until the checkered flag appears, a lot can happen on the track." Y/N replied, taking Jack to the back of the garage, where both would not disturb the team and would still be able to watch the race.

Please, may we win this race, amen!

Jack had already given up on sitting still and was about to join the team, everything had become chaos on the circuit, Lewis had taken a five-second penalty, Max and Lando crashed. having the first DNF of the weekend and Max was in fifth place! Y/N saw how tense her husband was, Toto was digging his fingers into his own arms so hard that the joints were white. And of course, his hair was a mess, there were just a few laps left before the race ended and the surprise was in the first three positions, the second Mercedes driver was competing for first place with the second McLaren driver and lastly the second Ferrari driver defended his position with determination. George and Oscar fought fearlessly for dominance on the podium, and everyone's nerves were on edge, especially Toto who couldn't contain himself when he screamed, scaring the entire team.

"Holy crap!" Toto shouted, they were both about to cross the checkered flag and Oscar was pushing, hungry for the day's victory, but George was too and pushed the car to the limit. The screams in the German garage exceeded even those of the fans. As expected, Toto's headphones ended up shattering against the table, such was the team leader's happiness.

Everyone celebrated with Lewis' arrival in fourth place, guaranteeing even more points for the team in the constructors' championship. Y/N was still celebrating with Jack when she was approached by Toto, he kissed her so hungrily that she lost her breath, Toto left a trail of promises between them

Tonight, said the kisses and the way he held her.

She was panting when Toto walked away, picking Jack up and going to celebrate with the team, George and Lewis.

Her voice was lost between her own moans, Y/N had already lost count of the time or how many times her body had given in, but Toto seemed hungry for more, he wanted more and he was willing to get everything he could from her.

When Toto was frustrated, things between them were intense, but when he was euphoric about a victory, ah... She knew it would only end when there was no more strength in his body.

Even in paradise there are problems.

summary: When tiredness and exhaustion lead him to say things he doesn't mean to, Toto sees his marriage slip through his fingers without him seeing a solution. Y/N doesn't seem willing to forgive him and Toto has given up on apologizing, the end seems to be inevitable.

At least that's what they both think.

cw: conflict, communication failures, indirectness, withdrawal, defensive behavior. Reconciliation, apology, dirty talk, p in v, receiving oral, pet names, overstimulation

a/n: You're going to hate Toto *evil laughs* I made him a little OC (it was a necessary evil). I always wanted to write something along these lines, but I could never find the starting point, I have to thank anon who sent this. You are perfect, understand.

Before:

You couldn't say exactly when the problems started, but at a certain point in your marriage, they were there, poking at you and Toto, making little things unbearable to deal with. You have always prided yourself on resolving things with maturity and intelligence, valuing a frank and undisguised conversation; however, this has become a difficult task.

Distance and work are the greatest of all evils.

You hated demonizing Toto's work, especially because he loved what he did and you admired him for it. You loved every time he came home, it like was as if you were on a new Honeymoon, where all that prevailed between you was passion and the desire to extinguish the longing between you both.

This time he had little time at home, just four days before he had to fly to the next race, which you and Jack couldn't attend. And all he cared about were updates, car problems, team alignment, statistics and a bunch of other shit that wasn't important to you at that moment. You covered Jack, the boy mumbled sleepily and continued sleeping. You loved it when he was home, Susie kept the joint custody agreement standing, even when Toto wasn't home.

You were extremely grateful to the woman, as you loved Jack as if he were your own son.

He left him sleeping and went to look for his husband in the office, Toto had just left a meeting and was now rereading some of his own notes, you knocked softly on the door and entered.

"Jack asked why you didn't go and put him to bed" you said, sitting on the opposite end of the table, looking at paperwork on the table.

"I was ready to go, but I was called to an important meeting..." Toto replied distractedly, so he didn't see you roll your eyes or huff in frustration at that. "We can have breakfast tomorrow before I have to travel to Melbourne"

"Toto you are missing important things, our wedding anniversary, Rosa and Benedict's birthdays... I understand that your work is important, but you need a break..." You said, tracing the grain of the table top, following the jagged lines with your fingers.

“We’re having a bad season, Y/N, I need to figure out how to make this better, and these things take a lot of time.”

"I understand! And I like how dedicated you are to your work, but you have other priorities too!"

He leaned back in the armchair, tiredness and exhaustion distorting the smooth functioning of his mind, making things difficult to understand. Toto took a deep breath, wanting the conversation to end and so that he could return to work as soon as possible.

"You don't seem to complain about my job when it supports this house and the luxuries you maintain, Y/N" he said, focusing back on his notes. Your eyes widened in shock at what he had said.

"What?" His voice came out as a sigh.

""Actually, I don't hear anyone complaining that I work too much when I pay for trips, clothes, toys, accessories, parties with friends and other nonsense" Toto continued, with an even more rude tone. "As long as I maintain these superficialities, I don't hear complaints, but it's enough that I don't follow the instructions for you to come and bother my mind."

"Are you fucking listening to what you're saying, Torger?!" You exclaimed, standing in front of the table. The tension in your body was so much, that the blood made your veins bulge in your forehead and neck, anticipating a damn headache. "I can't believe you're actually saying this nonsense!"

"The only thing I've heard lately is your constant complaining," he snorted. "I always knew women complained, but you exceed expectations, for God's sake."

You couldn't tell if your tears were angry or sad, maybe it was both.

"If that's how you think, Torger, then I think you'd better be the one to explain to Jack why you haven't been putting him to sleep." You said, wiping away the few tears that appeared. Toto looked up, not really looking at her.

"I don't understand why you care about this, Y/N..." He said. "Jack is not your son."

That was enough to break his heart completely.

You decided to leave, leaving him alone. You wouldn't shed a single tear in front of Toto. By God, you wanted to kill him! And you wanted to cry myself dry.

Sniffling, he went to bed with Jack, wrapping his arms around the child's body, humming a lullaby that his mother had taught him many years ago.

Of everything Toto had said, that was the cruelest, without a doubt.

Toto had slept in the office, flashes of the previous night appeared in his mind and he sank into the armchair. The things he had said to his wife were unforgivable. He could blame it on the tiredness mixed with the stimulants he had taken a few hours before that dark conversation. But it was all his fault.

He left the office and found her in the living room, watching TV with Jack, the two were engrossed in the cartoon.

"Y/N" he called you and you made it clear that you had heard him, but you didn't pay him any attention. His words still reverberating in your mind. You had told Jack that you were upset with his father and didn't want to talk, so it was the boy who responded to Toto.

"We're watching cartoons now, dad. We can not talk" Jack said and snuggled back into you. Jack was always an empathetic boy and the connection you two had was very strong, so much so that not even Toto, neither did Susie mind when he started calling you mom, voluntarily. So it was no surprise that Jack was also upset, even if he didn't know why, whenever possible, Jack would stay by his side.

Toto gave a tired sigh and nodded, he knew you would only talk to him when you felt ready. And after what Toto had said, he couldn't blame you. He left them watching TV, needed to pack a suitcase and request a flight to Australia. You needed space and he would give it to you.

Between the task of sorting clean clothes and making the necessary calls, Toto wrote a note, in fact it was a long letter apologizing. And he was aware of how much you valued handwritten letters, Toto hoped it could serve as a premise for his apology. When he returned to the room, you and Jack were still watching cartoons, he said goodbye, hearing a "bye daddy" from Jack and a significant silence from you.

Toto would give anything so you could forgive him, he would do anything. Knowing that you were hurt by him was worse than death, Toto had been cruel and mean, saying things that were far from the truth.

Hours after his departure, just when Jack had already eaten lunch and was doing his schoolwork, you picked up the note that your husband had written.

“I understand the whole reason for your anger, mein liebe. I wasn't fair to you and your concerns, you were acting like a great wife and I was nothing short of a bastard.

I know I've been making things complicated and putting everything on you to cope. Nothing I say will be enough to apologize to you, but that doesn't mean I won't try.

With all love and regrets, Toto."

You put the note in your drawer, sighing heavily as you absorbed the words of the letter. Perhaps Toto's apology was sincere, but it wouldn't undo the pain that had arisen. Tears burned the waterline of your eyes and you finally allowed yourself to cry without reservation.

There was still no chance of forgiveness for Toto.

To be continued...

Even in paradise there are problems. || part two

summary: When tiredness and exhaustion lead him to say things he doesn't mean to, Toto sees his marriage slip through his fingers without him seeing a solution. Y/N doesn't seem willing to forgive him and Toto has given up on apologizing, the end seems to be inevitable.

At least that's what they both think.

cw: conflict, communication failures, indirectness, withdrawal, defensive behavior. Reconciliation, apology, dirty talk, p in v, receiving oral, pet names, overstimulation

a/n: This is taking everything from me, I really put in a lot of effort into bringing a lot of angst to this story. How angry with Toto are you? I want his head, on a silver platter *evil laughter*I don't want to prolong things, I want reconciliations soon and Toto to be deeply sorry, but I don't know how things will happen. Anyway, I hope you like it (?) and don't hate me so much, I promise to make it worth it

part one

Weeks later:

Toto used all the tricks he knew to apologize to you, gifts, notes, dinners, but never the two words "I'm sorry", you knew something was stopping him from apologizing properly, but between the two of you, gifts never worked as apologies, he knew that. You just wanted to hear the words and make sure this wouldn't happen again; but Toto did not allow himself a conversation.

Firstly, after the race in Melbourne, he practically moved to Brackley, to work directly with engineering on the necessary changes to the car, and would stay there until the race in Mônaco.

He didn't have time for real excuses.

You returned all the gifts, passed on the restaurant and theater reservations to your friends, and sent him a note saying "gifts don't work, you know." After that note, there was no attempt, no call until he returned from Monaco.

Despite the hurt, you still tried to clear things up with Toto, but the conversation turned into an argument and you decided to stay silent.

You really intended to have a conversation, sincere and without resentment, but it was a failure. You never imagined that the age barrier could appear between the two of you, but at the first miscommunication you understood how Toto saw the situation he had already apologized, there was no reason for you not to have forgiven him yet, besides being a spoiled person.

That day, the argument was heated and you were grateful that Jack was in London with Susie, without witnessing that horrible scene between you and his father. Bad things were said, old hurts and new wounds were opened. Everything was crumbling before your eyes and there was nothing you could do.

The prospect of a divorce has never been more real.

Toto brought forward his trip to Brackley, giving up the house. You stayed there only because of Jack, as you and Susie had agreed.Even without Toto there, Jack would still spend the week with you and that time there were also Benedict and Rosa; Toto's older children also had an excellent relationship with you and saw you as a very close friend. It wasn't your intention to talk about the bad crisis in your marriage, but shit, it wouldn't be possible to hide it for long. They saw how your eyes were swollen and you were permanently sad and depressed.

You were prepared to receive the divorce papers and officially become a passing chapter in Toto's life, your mind was already at ease with that, even though even if your heart has not yet accepted this reality.

For Toto things were not going well, he wondered how foolish he needed to be to refuse to apologize properly. You just wanted to hear the right words and he refused.

His mood was becoming more unstable every day, making day-to-day life in the team almost unpalatable, Lewis and George deliberately avoided talking to him, the mechanics and engineers preferred to emails him. A direct clash with Toto Wolff at the height of his anger was never an option.

Even though missing you hurt like hell, Toto was ready to sign the divorce if that's what you wanted, it would hurt, but he would accept it if it made you happy, something he wasn't doing himself.

Susie had already advised him to talk to you and apologize, try to start over the right way, but his stubbornness prevented him from understanding that for you, nothing was more valuable than sincerely spoken words of apology were the preference.

He had apologized, if you hadn't accepted it, it wasn't his fault anymore, that's what Toto thought and made Susie want to slap her ex-husband.

"Are you seriously going to allow your stubbornness and crude behavior to destroy another marriage, Torger?!” She asked, there was none of Susie's characteristic softness and gentleness in her tone, she was actually angry about it all, as it affected Jack and the brothers and This made her extremely sad, since she couldn't interfere much in it, other than trying to talk sense into the businessman's head. "You flatly refuse to accept that you were wrong and won't even apologize in the right way?"

Susie's words hit a nerve inside Toto.

"I already asked! Y/N needs to get out of her ivory tower and understand that people have different operation" he replied, focused on understanding the information on the tablet screen. "I did my part"

"The shit you did is getting to the kids, Toto! They love that girl, and how are they dealing with all this? Jack is scared that he won't have Y/N with him anymore!" Susie scolded, snatching the tablet from his hands.

"That girl loves you, even if you're that stubborn, hard-headed old man who refuses to apologize."

Toto assimilated her words, no matter how bad things were and even though he was ready to sign the probable divorce, he didn't want that. Separating from you was not on his list of things to do.

"For your own sake, Torger, apologize and work better on your marriage, you love her, she loves you, there's no reason for you two not to be together." s Susie said more calmly. "Don't lose everything because of your stubbornness."

With that said, Susie left him alone in the office, hoping that her words would make some sense in Toto's head.

Days before the race at Silverstone:

"I'm tired, mom... I'm going to stay in my room until dinner, okay?" Jack said, stopping at the edge of the room, the boy's sleepy eyes and posture betrayed his tiredness. You lowered your laptop screen and looked at the boy.

"It's okay, love. I'll call you when the pizza arrives... Do you need anything?"

"Nah, I'm fine, mom... I scored three goals in the game with my friends here at the condominium." Jack assured, shaking his grass and dirt dirty cleats.

"Okay then, call me if you need to" you assured and Jack disappeared down the hall, you didn't notice that the boy had taken your cell phone. Jack locked the door and called Benedict, he would need help if he wanted to get you and Toto to sort things out.

"Hey Jackie, did you manage to convince her to take you to Silverstone?" That was the first thing Benedict asked when he answered.

"Not yet, she's been busy with work... I'll talk at dinner" Jack went straight to the bathroom, where he was sure you wouldn't hear. "How about we both make dinner?"

Ben clicked his tongue "Dangerous, the two could end up fighting in public..."

Jack heard movement on the other end of the line and Rosa's voice came on the cell phone.

"We can pretend you're sick, Jackie! Then we arrested them both in Dad's office." She suggested.

"That's a great idea! Are you going too?!"

"If we want Dad and Y/N to sort it out, obviously we will... But here's what we're going to do..."

And for the next thirty minutes, the three brothers discussed the details of their plan, if it were up to them, you wouldn't be leaving the Wolff family anytime soon.

Race Sunday, Silverstone, England:

"Are you sure you want to stay here in the stands, mum?" Jack asked, looking around. You still had access to the paddock, but you preferred to stay in the stands, away from Toto and the eyes of the team.

"Dad won't mind you coming to the paddock." Benedict said, resting his hands on his brother's shoulders, you smiled at them both and dismissed their concern.

"I'll be fine here boys, don't worry about me and enjoy the race."

"Call Ben if you need anything, Mommy" Jack asked.

"Alright, pup, don't worry about it okay? Now go enjoy the race, and don't give Ben too much trouble" you instructed and waved as they walked down the stands.

"I hope this works out, Ben... I don't want Y/N to leave." The smaller one said, there was so much fear in his voice that it affected Benedict too.

"It'll work buddy, I promise." Ben said, ruffling his younger brother's hair. "Trust me."

You climbed the steps two by two, running to the paddock entrance, and thanked God or any other higher entity that instructed you to leave the paddock pass in your bag. You didn't even notice where you were going, and everything became even more tense when you saw Rosa waiting for you at the place for the German team's family members.

You were in a privileged place in the stands, you could see more than 60% of the entire track and you could still keep your eyes on the paddock entrance, making it easy to find the neon blue dot among the people, assuring you that Benedict and Jack had arrived at the paddock. You sighed, being in the stands gave you a feeling of safety, as you weren't ready to face Toto head on yet.

At the end of the race, you were at the paddock entrance, about to call Ben, wanting to know if Jack would stay with his father and brothers or go to the hotel with her, but a message but one message caught his attention and made his heart race.

Ben ♡: Y/N, Jack had a little accident here in the paddock and is asking for you

"Peter and Ben took him to Merc's hospitality, I stayed to wait for you!" Rosa said, as pale as you imagined she would be too.

How would you explain that to Susie? She would never trust Jack to you again and it broke her heart into so many pieces... He preferred not to think about it, at the moment Jack's well-being came first.

In the Mercedes motorhome, you ran directly to the place destined for Toto, expecting to find the little boy there, but it was with the businessman present and no sign of the guy.

"Torger? Where's Jack?" You looked around and heard a sigh from your mother.

"I already understand what these three little brats were up to..." He said quietly and you took a deep breath, understanding what was happening there. You marched over to the door and tried to open it, but the handle wouldn't budge.

"Hey guys, open the door!" You asked.

"I'm sorry mom, but you'll only get out of there when you understand each other. I love you!" The boy shouted and you heard Jack's footsteps move away.

You rested your head on the door, you couldn't believe you had fallen for that old trick...

"Guess we'll have to talk, then." Toto said from behind you.

"Probably yes."

To be continued...

Even in paradise there are problems. || part three

summary: When tiredness and exhaustion lead him to say things he doesn't mean to, Toto sees his marriage slip through his fingers without him seeing a solution. Y/N doesn't seem willing to forgive him and Toto has given up on apologizing, the end seems to be inevitable.

At least that's what they both think.

cw: conflict, communication failures, indirectness, withdrawal, defensive behavior. Reconciliation, apology, dirty talk, p in v, receiving oral, pet names, overstimulation. The following chapter also presents anxiety triggers, if this is a sensitive topic for you, please do not read. I don't want this reading to become painful, so don't think twice about abandoning the reading or skipping the sensitive parts. Prioritize your feelings and your mental well-being. 🫶🏼

a/n: Hallelujah, this is the part trhree! I really wanted this to be the end, but I still have the big finale! This imagine took everything I had to write it in a decent way, I don't have much to say, I hope you all enjoy this (or I'm going to cry, I tell you!).

part one | part two

The two of you remained silent for a long time, which became more uncomfortable with each minute, until you were fed up with it.

"When do you intend to file for divorce?" His question caught him off guard, causing a whirlwind of feelings within the man. He wasn't fucking expecting that.

"Divorce? I never thought about divorce." He replied emphatically. "But I thought it would come from you."

You huffed out a laugh, of course he was expecting you to do that.

"I didn't think about it" you said looking at the posters on the wall "but we have to resolve this situation soon, Torger."

Silence returned between the two of you, creating the unpleasant scenario again and leaving you uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," he said, taking you by surprise, even if you wanted an apology, you didn't expect to receive one, sad but real. You were already thinking about what it would be like to sign things with your maiden name, you hated that prospect, but you needed to keep it close "I was cruel and mean to you, nothing I said was true and I should have apologized a long time ago."

You exhaled heavily, there was a very confusing mix of feelings inside you, you were happy that Toto finally recognized that he had made a mistake, but the biggest thing was sadness and conformity. Maybe having Toto apologize was the beginning of your marriage, maybe he wanted to end it amicably; and his excuses drove a final nail into her hopes. Your breath hitched in your throat and you didn't even notice that you were hyperventilating, everything culminating in a crisis that would lead you to crying and the feeling of drowning.

The tears distorted your vision and prevented you from seeing Toto advance quickly towards you, he wrapped you in a strong and affectionate hug, murmuring words of comfort. Toto knew exactly how to calm you down at the beginning of an anxiety attack, He gently supported your body, making you sit on the sofa nearby. "Shh it's okay, schatzi, I'm here with you."

Your body shook with each sob, everything falling back on your head, leaving you exhausted, your emotional state in shambles.

"I'm so sorry, love" he continued saying, "I didn't mean to cause all this to you, I'm really sorry."

You tried to say something, but only whimpers came out of your mouth, making the moment even more delicate. You and Toto remained like that until you could calm down. "Better?"

You hummed in agreement, finally moving away from him, as much as you could, in fact. Because Toto just left her in his lap.

"Can we talk better now?" He asked, wiping the tears from your cheeks, you were a snotty, crying mess, with a red nose and puffy eyes. You hated thinking that you looked ridiculous like that.

"We can" You responded and tried to get off his lap, but Toto grabbed your legs, keeping you in place, making you blush even more. "I think I'd better sit on the couch so we can have this conversation, Torger."

"I've been away from you for weeks, schatzi, there's no way you can leave here now, either we're having this conversation like this, or we won't have it."

"Urgh you are so stubborn!”

"I've heard this often, but keep going."

You swallowed your saliva, hoping it would calm her down and decided to start the conversation.

"I was already prepared to sign any separation agreement, seriously" you sighed, staring at your fingers, not knowing if it would be safe to face Toto at that moment. "I had been talking to Susie, trying to make sure I could keep in touch with Jack if we were to eventually split up."

"Breaking up our marriage never crossed my mind, Y/N. Yes, I gave up on apologizing, but I know I would end up giving in at some point, but I wouldn't let it all end so easily" He confessed, without taking his eyes off the woman sitting sideways on his lap. "I don't know exactly what I would do, but I wasn't going to let us break up."

"Speaks seriously?"

"I've never been so serious in my life, Y/N. I wouldn't give up on you, I'm a stubborn old man, remember?"

You giggled in agreement.

"I apologize again, it was not your fault for my exhaustion and tiredness, taking it out on you was an unfortunate incident. I will do my best to prevent these things from happening again"

"That's good... I can forgive you, Torger, but under some conditions."

"I'm listening."

"First, if you continue working to the limit, you will sleep on the couch, I will make sure to put some uncomfortable upholstery for you." You said with a cruel smile. "Second, problems at work stay at work and lastly, if you say something stupid like that, I will punch you in the face, even if you get arrested for elder abuse"

You pointed your index finger in his direction, slightly irritated by Toto's mischievous smile. He raised his hands in surrender and agreed.

"I accept your terms, Mrs. Wolff, I wasn't willing to disagree with them, don't worry."

“They weren’t open to disagreement, Mr. Wolff.

Toto smiled and held your chin, leaving small kisses on your jaw and lips.

"I have a few interviews now, but I promise I'll give you a better apology for my stupid old behavior, you can wait a few hours?"

"I've been waiting for weeks, a few hours won't kill me" you murmured, offering your lips for Toto to kiss you properly. Toto slid his tongue over his dry lips before kissing you, he had been looking forward to that kiss for so long, and the longing spiced up the taste, making him even more anxious for the alone time he would have with you later.

“later, I promise” he assured, peppering a kiss on your forehead.

He placed you on the couch and went to the door, knocking until Jack approached the other side.

"Have you two resolved?" The boy asked, there was clear anxiety and fear in his voice. It made your heart sink, there was so much to lose in that marriage. You and Toto had come too far to give up halfway, and there was no way you were leaving Jack. Definitely not."

"Yes puppy, we sorted it out" you said, still sitting on the couch, facing the door. "you can open it, I promise we're okay again."

Jack unlocked the doorknob, poking his head into the room. The boy's face was distressed and tears glistened in his dark eyes, "really?"

"Yes baby, we're fine. I swear."

"Don't ever do that again, Jack. I was scared, I thought something serious had happened" Toto scolded his son, Jack stretched his lip in a pout, Even if he wasn't sorry for what he had done, he didn't like being scolded. "And he made Rosa and Benedict participate in it."

"I don't regret it, daddy. I needed to stop Y/N from leaving." Jack said fearlessly, entering the room while crossing his fingers in front of him, facing his father. "I would do it again."

Toto remained silent, focused on his son.

"Thanks for that, buddy" he said suddenly, bending down until he was at the boy's level and wrapping his body in a hug. Jack finally breathed calmly, looking at you over Toto's shoulder

Toto gave the boy one last lecture and Jack ran to you, hugging you tightly.

"Promise you won't leave, mom?"

"With all my heart, love. I couldn't leave you, ever."

Rosa and Benedict came in and ran into the hug too, you embraced the three of them, feeling complete. You weren't the biological mother of any of them, but you loved him as if you were. If your marriage with Toto ended, you wouldn't just lose your husband, but those three little brats too.

"Don't ever do that again, I almost had a heart attack!" She fought with the three, giving her best angry motherly look.

"Sorry Y/N, we couldn't let you stop being a Wolff so easily" Rosa said, biting the inside of her cheek nervously. "Losing you is not an option."

"Exactly, I'm not losing my best video game partner" Ben said too and you smiled. Feeling infinitely grateful for the family who had welcomed you so lovingly.

The taste of wine became infinitely superior when it came from Toto's mouth, his hands went up his thighs almost imperceptibly. The soft touch of his fingers on your skin made you tremble all over, anxious for what would come next."You don't know how much I missed you, baby."

Even in paradise there are problems || last part

summary: When tiredness and exhaustion lead him to say things he doesn't mean to, Toto sees his marriage slip through his fingers without him seeing a solution. Y/N doesn't seem willing to forgive him and Toto has given up on apologizing, the end seems to be inevitable.

At least that's what they both think.

cw: conflict, communication failures, indirectness, withdrawal, defensive behavior. Reconciliation, apology, dirty talk, p in v, receiving oral, pet names, overstimulation.

a/n: WE FINALLY ENDED THIS HERE, and how did we finish? With dirty and hot sex with Toto Wolff that I know you like hehehe. I hope you enjoyed the series and you're the one who asked, I hope I met your expectations! Enough talking and let's read! Enjoy!

part one | part two | part three

You were burning.

The urgency of feeling his touch made you gasp, you needed that as much as you needed oxygen and Toto did things slowly. You wanted to scream and demand that this one fuck you immediately!

He started by kissing her ankle, where a thin silver chain rested, Toto left soft kisses as he climbed up her leg, marking her calf with love bites. Toto wouldn't leave any part of your skin neglected, he wanted to mark everything on you.

"Fuck... Toto please..." you asked, digging your nails into the mattress, but he ignored your pleas. He continued biting your thighs, leaving small bruises and bites, making you yearn in anticipation. "How I hate you, Torger!" You whimpered and he laughed, ignoring your needy folds. Toto kissed her belly and ended up getting under her nightgown, until the fabric gave way.

"Do you really hate me, mein liebe?" He finished tearing the delicate silk and licked a long stripe up her nipple, circling the sensitive spot until it was hard under his tongue. Toto laughed, pressing his teeth around the nipple, you moaned tearfully, he was pushing you to the limit with so little, it left you embarrassed; Toto spread your legs, leaving you exposed to him. "You say you hate me, but your body tells me something else..." He murmured, sliding his index and ring finger into your wet folds. You pressed your nails into his forearm, hard enough to leave marks on his skin. "Do you really hate me, love?"

You trembled as he spread his unit all over your pussy, until he stuck his fingers into the narrow channel. You groaned, arching your back off the bed, and Toto watched your reactions with pride, he moved his hand away enough to come back hard, slamming his fingers into you until they lightly hit a sensitive spot on you. The wet noise made your orgasm more imminent, you were so close it hurt.

"You hate me, but you're almost cumming for me" he laughed, rubbing your clit with his thumb, stimulating you even more. "You're a fucking little liar, a pretty little liar, doll."

"Toto, please... I-I n-need...-!" You asked and threw your hips against his hand, seeking more contact, urgently wanting to cum. "I-I need it so bad!"

"shhh I know, I know you need it" He said, taking his fingers out of you and licking them, like it was the best candy in the world. Tears burned in your eyes from the lack of contact. You whimpered, clenching around nothing. "Are you needy, baby?"

Toto growled tasting you, he missed you every day he was away. Toto tore the pieces off his nightgown, throwing the scraps away. Leaving you naked, exposed and needy.

He took off what was left of your ruined nightgown and watched you: panting, needy and submissive. He noticed the thin layer of sweat on your skin and the teardrops in your eyes. You were beautiful, fucking beautiful, the sight made all the blood in his body rush to his groin, making his dick even harder. "Such a beautiful, needy little slut, do you need me, love?" Toto asked, running his rough palms over your stomach and breasts, turning you around until you were resting on your knees. "Such a pretty little slut for me"

You were too absorbed in the sensation of your interrupted orgasm to notice anything else. Toto pulled you to the edge of the bed, making you even more malleable to his will. You were shamefully wet, your muffled ears only heard the noises of Toto kneeling on the floor behind you; he licked his lips seeing how wet you were, so much so that it dripped onto the bed. Toto grabbed her hips and pushed her pussy against his own face. You buried your face in the pillows, muffling your moans, but Toto wanted to hear and he pulled your hair, pulling you away from the pillows to moan freely.

"So fucking good!" You moaned, rolling your hips against Toto's face, rubbing your pussy against his mouth, who didn't act like he was asked and accepted everything you gave him. "Toto, fuck... Don't stop, please!"

He growled a moan, pressing his fingers into the flesh of your ass, pressing you more against him, Toto ate your pussy like he was going to die, sucking your clit and licking your folds until you lost the strength in your legs and fell onto the mattress, leaning even more towards him.

“That fucking good pussy” he said as he pulled away, sticking two fingers into you, listening to your moans full of whines and requests. "And it belongs to me, doesn't it love? That pretty, sweet pussy is mine, isn't it?"

"YES!" You screamed, pushing harder against him, chasing your own orgasm, you were so close, your whole body was shaking, but Toto would stop whenever he felt you too close to cumming. You were on the edge of stimulation. "yess, it's yours Toto."

“Good girl, maybe I’ll let you cum now” he replied and sucked on your clit, making you scream and shake again.

He himself already felt on edge, the pants pressed against his crotch increased the discomfort on his cock, he was euphoric to thrust himself into you and feel you tighten around him. But fuck, he could wait a little longer and make you even more sensitive.

Toto left you on the bed and you cursed him, why didn't he let you cum? You collapsed onto the bed, the apprehension of your orgasm receding again, leaving you frustrated. Toto hummed behind you and rummaged through the suitcase you had taken to his room; and he seemed to know what he was looking for, giving a suspicious smile at having found it.

"A vibrator? Honey did you really think it would make you cum like I do? Stupid little girl" he spread her legs again and set the toy to a modest frequency, and pressed the vibrator against her clit.

"Toto!" You jumped onto the bed, unprepared by the vibration in your pussy. The orgasm built again, you were sensitive, hyperstimulated and needy. "I fucking hate you so much!"

Toto slapped your ass hard and increased the intensity of the vibrator, making you cry. The tears finally receded from her face, wetting her cheeks. There was The vibrator, the slaps and a bite on the top of your ass.

Toto laughed, but he couldn't take it anymore either, you were dripping on his fingers, he could almost smell you. You were so fucking wet. He opened the zipper and pulled his dick out, hard and with the glans dripping with pre-cum, he couldn't take it anymore. Toto moved behind you and moved the vibrator far enough away so he could fill your wet hole.

Your eyes rolled back into their sockets and you gripped the sheets, Toto had barely pushed his dick halfway in and you already felt so fucking full. "Mhmmm so good!"

“So tight, shit…” He cursed, squeezing your ass cheeks, marking his fingers into the skin. You rolled your hips against him, pushing his cock even deeper and hummed. He started to thrust, pushing his dick even deeper into you, hitting that sensitive spot that made you tremble, you were almost there.

Your walls clenched around him, Toto bent down and pressed his hand to your abdomen, making you feel how deep he was. "Do you feel it, schatzi? Feel my dick deep in your greedy pussy? Squeezing me until I fill you with my cum?"

"Yes, yes yes please! I want!"

He pulled out of you completely and rubbed his fat head against your clit, making your moans come out in gasps. Toto wanted you ruined, and he was about to get it.

"Dirty little bitch" he said, thrusting again, making you scream. "wanting my baby in your belly, princess?" Toto growled, he was a hair's breadth away from giving in and cumming in you, but damn, he wanted you to come first. "This filthy pussy suffocating my dick, wanting me to cum in here?"

"I want it, Toto! Fill me please! I want!"

"Needy little bitch" Toto took the vibrator again and rubbed the toy on your clit, you exploded in an orgasm, squirting on your thighs and the bed, whimpering helplessly. But your orgasm only increased the pressure around Toto's cock, making him cum, his cum dripping onto your walls, making you moan even more. He thrust a few times, pushing the cum until it was safely inside you.

They both collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sweaty. Toto slowly pulled out, hearing you moan softly.

"It's okay, princess" he murmured, sliding his fingers into your folds and collecting the cum that came out, only to push it inside you again. "I won't let it out, love..." he kissed her temple "I'm going to give you a baby, schatzi"

You moaned as Toto pulled your hair, your throat vibrated around his dick, God knew how much you loved giving Toto a blowjob, especially when he was asleep. I loved watching him wake up in the middle of an orgasm.

"Holy shit" he grunted, pushing your head until your nose was close to his crotch, you moaned chokingly, feeling yourself getting even wetter. "Greedy little slut."

You played with his balls, licking the bulging vein at the base of his dick, Toto was about to cum and you wanted it all. He pulled your hair more, understanding what you wanted and He began to fuck her mouth, pushing until the glans touched her throat. You contracted your muscles around him and Toto came, moaning hoarsely as he left your mouth. You knelt on the bed and caught the cum that leaked from your mouth with your fingers, sucking up the traces until there was nothing left.

Toto pushed you onto the mattress and kissed you, grabbing your hips against him, making you grind against his slowly hardening cock.

"I haven't apologized enough yet, schatzi"

"Well, I still haven't forgiven you enough, love."