#toto wolff x black reader

[rosemoncherie]

birthday kisses: t.wolff

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

summary: toto spoils you on your special day.

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

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

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

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uchjn happy birthday wifey! tell loulou that he better give you the world or else I’m on him!

⤷thelovelyyn uchjn 😂 he read your comment and he said he won’t let you down!

⤷uchjn thelovelyyn that’s what I love to hear 🤣

userfan21 happiest of birthdays beautiful!

userfan35 please! are you finally going to tell us who loulou is? 😭

⤷thelovelyyn userfan35 maybe … 👀

⤷ userfan11 thelovelyyn i will be totally normal about this

lewishamilton happy birthday little one 💜

⤷thelovelyyn lewishamilton thank you Lewis 😊

userfan44 is Lewis loulou???? Like the nickname would make so much sense!

⤷userfan66 userfan44 I highly doubt it’s him. Lewis has been hanging out with Jamilah Riley a lot, like a suspicious amount.

⤷ userfan44 usefan66 oh purr! I still want to know who it is because she’s been soft launching loulou for ages now. I’ve had enough 😭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you deserve it even more today.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes sweetheart?”

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

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

He found none.

“I’m sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

His mouth felt so good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He held you until your tremors had subsided.

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

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

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

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

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

Your third orgasm was on the rise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in me, please.”

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

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

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

“Happy birthday, princess.”

Happy birthday to you indeed.

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thelovelyyn Thank you to my loulou for making this birthday one for the books. i love you

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mercedesamgf1 Happy Birthday YN! The factory misses you.

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

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

⤷ thelovelyyn lewishamilton like anyone wants you anyway 😆

⤷lewishamilton thelovelyyn my girl would beg to differ

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

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

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

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

userfan829 Seeing Toto with you has charmed me.

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

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I’ll Be There

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Summary: In the high-pressure world of Formula One, Toto Wolff, head of Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team, develops feelings for Y/N, a young engineer stuck in a toxic relationship. Despite their age gap, Toto supports Y/N as she finds the courage to break free. Together, they navigate the challenges ahead, strengthened by their bond.

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Toto Wolff leaned against the railing of the Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula One Team garage, his gaze fixed on the sleek silver car as it roared past him on the track. The sounds of the bustling pit lane faded into the background as his mind wandered, thoughts drifting to the one person who occupied his thoughts more than anything else: Y/N. Y/N, the 23-year-old engineer who had captured Toto's heart from the moment he met her.

She was a bright, determined young woman, with a passion for Formula One that matched his own. But behind her bright smile and sharp intellect, Toto could see the shadows lurking in her eyes, the weight of a toxic relationship bearing down on her.

Their age gap was something that Toto had grappled with since the moment he realized his feelings for Y/N. At 52, he was more than twice her age, and while age was just a number, he couldn't ignore the inherent power dynamics at play. He had seen the way Y/N's partner, a fellow engineer on the team, belittled her and controlled her, a weapon to assert dominance.

But despite the obstacles they faced, Toto couldn't deny the connection that existed between them. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, perfectly matched in every way. And though their age gap sometimes filled him with doubt, he knew that their bond was stronger than any societal expectations.

As he watched the team's mechanics swarm over the car, preparing it for the upcoming race, Toto couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He had tried to be there for Y/N, offering support and encouragement whenever he could, but he knew that breaking free from a toxic relationship was never easy.

It was late at night when Toto finally returned home, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. The house was quiet as he stepped inside, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning. But as he made his way through the empty rooms, he felt a sense of emptiness settle over him.

He missed Y/N, the warmth of her presence, and the lightness of her laughter. But even more than that, he worried about her. He knew that she was struggling, trapped in a relationship that was slowly suffocating her spirit. And try as he might, Toto couldn't shake the feeling that he was failing her.

As the days turned into weeks, Toto found himself increasingly preoccupied with thoughts of Y/N. He longed to reach out to her, to offer her the support and comfort that she so desperately needed. But he knew that he had to tread carefully, that pushing too hard could push her away.

Toto was walking through the bustling paddock of the Circuit de Monaco, his mind preoccupied with the intricacies of the upcoming race. As he turned a corner, he nearly collided with Y/N, who was hurrying past with a determined look on her face."Y/N," Toto called out, his voice a mixture of surprise and delight.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in astonishment as she turned to face him. "Toto," she exclaimed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "What are you doing here?"

Toto chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the air between them. "The same thing you are, I presume - preparing for the race weekend."

Y/N nodded a playful glint in her eyes. "I suppose we are rivals then, aren't we?" Toto's lips curved into a wry smile. "Indeed, but that doesn't mean we can't be civil," he replied, his gaze softening as he looked at her.

As they stood there, exchanging banter amidst the hustle and bustle of the paddock, Toto felt a sense of ease wash over him. In Y/N's presence, the pressures of his job seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a warmth and comfort he hadn't felt in a long time.

But just as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone, as Y/N's attention was diverted by a colleague calling her name. With a regretful smile, she excused herself, disappearing into the crowd before Toto could say another word.

As the race weekend unfolded, Toto found himself unable to shake the memory of his encounter with Y/N. Her presence lingered in his thoughts, distracting him at the most unexpected moments. Try as he might to focus on the task at hand, he couldn't help but wonder what might have been if circumstances were different.

Then, on the final day of the race weekend, fate intervened once again. Toto was standing on the pit wall, his eyes fixed on the track below as the cars roared past in a blur of speed and excitement. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a commotion in the paddock below, where he spotted Y/N engaged in a heated argument with her boyfriend.

Unable to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest, Toto descended from the pit wall and made his way towards them, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached, he caught snippets of their conversation - accusations, recriminations, hurtful words flung back and forth like daggers.

Toto felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards Y/N, his instinct to shield her from harm overwhelming any sense of caution or restraint. Without a second thought, he stepped between them, his voice firm as he addressed her boyfriend. "That's enough," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "You have no right to treat her this way."

Y/N's boyfriend recoiled his expression with a mixture of surprise and indignation. "And who are you to tell me how to treat my girlfriend?" he retorted, his voice laced with disdain.

Toto held his ground, his gaze unwavering as he met the other man's stare. "I'm someone who cares about her," he replied simply, his words weighted with sincerity.

For a moment, there was silence between them, the tension crackling in the air like electricity. Then, to Toto's surprise, Y/N's boyfriend scoffed, turning on his heel and stalking away without another word.

Toto watched him go, his chest heaving with the effort to control his emotions. Then, as he turned to face Y/N, he found her standing before him, her eyes shining with gratitude and something else - something that made his heart skip a beat.

"Thank you, Toto," she said, her voice soft as she reached out to touch his arm. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Toto swallowed hard, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. "You don't have to thank me," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. "I'll always be here for you, Y/N. No matter what."

And as they stood there, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Toto knew in that moment that he would do anything - all the things her man wouldn't do - to protect her, to cherish her, to love her in a way she deserved. For Y/N was more than just a colleague or a rival - she was the missing piece of his heart, the one he had been searching for all along. And he would do whatever it took to make her his.

It was on a cool autumn afternoon that Toto received a text message that would change everything. It was from Y/N, her words tentative yet filled with hope. She had finally found the courage to leave her toxic relationship behind, to break free from the chains that had bound her for so long.

Toto felt a surge of relief wash over him as he read Y/N's message. But amidst the joy and the relief, there was also a sense of apprehension. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult for Y/N and that she would need all the support she could get.

And so, with a determined set to his jaw, Toto reached for his phone and dialed Y/N's number. As she picked up on the second ring, he could hear the weariness in her voice, the echoes of the battles she had fought, and the scars she had endured.

"Y/N," Toto said softly, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, whatever you want, I'll do it. Just say the word."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and Toto held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response. And then, finally, she spoke, her voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, Toto," she said, her words a whispered promise. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Toto felt a smile spread across his face as he listened to Y/N's words. At that moment, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together. And as he hung up the phone, a sense of peace settled over him, knowing that he had finally found his place in the world.

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WARNINGS: ANGST, BAD SMUT, LOVE TRIANGLE(?)

this has literally been sitting in my docs for 6 months. 11.4 words tho.

“Look, don’t get me wrong, I love Y/N, I truly do, but she’s so needy–date night every week and it doesn't matter if we have the season coming up. I wish I would’ve chosen someone else if I knew she was going to be like this.”  Your heart cracked as you went to knock on the door, hesitant to make your presence known. In that moment, you felt like a child, only wanting to speak about any and everything like most children are and your father, abiet frustrated with work and dealing with layoffs after layoffs, slammed his fist down onto the table, cursing and screaming as your mother stood by idly–didn’t want to be the brunt of his wrath this time.

Tears filled your eyes as you sped out of the house, blindly running somewhere until you couldn’t physically breath, heaving as you bent down, black spots filling your eyes. “Y/N?” Peeking from underneath your plats and in between the colorful beads stood Daniel. Daniel Ricciardo, childhood best friend. “Hey, it’s okay,” He couldn't help being concerned, leading onto the steps of his parent’s home, he only held you as you calmed yourself down. He knew of the strained relationship with your father, that need to be close with your dad; he would always make sure that his distain for the older man was known. 

You groaned as you came to, the sunlight hitting your eyes–the telltale sign that you missed the morning rush. That incident was almost two months old and you still haven’t gotten the nerve to speak to Toto about it.Brewing fresh coffee, you checked your emails as you made mental notes for the day. You had three consolations today, being a bridal stylist, knowing the season was only gearing up for the busiest season, knowing that it wouldn’t be an option to call out. Relationships were an enigma for you, you knew love was supposed to be kind and patient, but it’s only been the opposite. At first, you felt drained after helping so many women, yearning for their glow as they spoke about their partners. You truly believed Toto was the one–attentive,compassionate, and overall caring, he made sure that your needs were met before his. 

Being annoying to people wasn’t anything new to you, but Toto actively wanted date night; he picked out restaurants and fun activities and for him to say that he regretted dating you put a damper on your spirits and confused you for the most part.. Citing the upcoming bridal season, you took time away from Toto and the whole F1 lifestyle; even Daniel, who was currently healing from a broken hand, opted out to watch from the comfort of your home.

A sudden knock on your door sucked you back into reality, smiling as you opened the door. “Is there a L/N here?” The delivery man was swallowed by the massive bouquet, white lilies among the red roses. Quickly signing off of them, you set them among the others, feeling unsettled by the growing pile of unwilted,gorgeous red roses. The flowers, along with the many gifts began to spill into your living room, one part of you thoroughly enjoyed this attention, the most sought out and rare Birkins laid across your coffee table. Hundreds of millions dollars worth of jewelry were another favorite for the Austrian billionaire to gift, since becoming romantically involved with Toto, your fashion sense has evolved, once wearing mid-luxury brands to your closet becoming sourced from high-end, quiet luxury brands or off the runway. Toto would send you pieces that you may like from runways or private showcases from many of your favorite brands.

Traveling into Soho From your Manhattan penthouse was always time for you to relax and look through bridal profiles for new brides coming to your boutique, wanting to get a feel for their favorite styles and have an idea of what brands would be best for them. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N” You smiled at Angela,your secretary, as you headed towards your office, setting your things down as you prepared for your first consolation. “Oh…Toto, hi, I wasn’t expecting you.” The Austrian man kissed your check, pulling you into his toned body. “Liebe, I had some down time and I wanted to visit you, but I'm a little confused.” Toto lifted your head up, looking displeased. “Does your phone not work?  Majority of my calls and texts were unanswered. I know you’re busy, but the last time we talked was almost a month ago. You wanted the pink IPhone? The new one that just came out.” “My phone works fine, Toto, I don’t need a new one—I’m okay, just busy with the new brides and designers.” You gently pushed the box back into his hands as you set down your bag, feeling flustered.

You sighed as you gently held his hands, basking in his affection as he laid small kisses across your skin. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’m being honest that I got caught up with some of the brides this season, they’re demanding and I don’t want to lose any more clientele than I already have.” Toto nodded his head, basking in your presence as he carefully watched you, feeling there was something more to it. “I would believe you, but something tells me there’s more, look me in my eyes and tell me the truth, liebe. Look, I love you, I truly do, but this distance is more than work. You know I work hard for Mercedes and the team, but I still have time to call or text. What’s happening and please be honest with me and yourself.”

In that moment, you were fifteen again, underneath the watchful eye of your father as he already casted his judgment before he even heard your plea. “Well, a couple of months ago before the season started, I believe Lewis and George were having a drink with you and the conversation shifted towards me.” Shifting nervously on your heels as Toto gently pushed you to continue.“You called me needy and said that maybe you would’ve chosen someone else, so I kept my distance, tried to dissuade you for the zoom dates, declined trips to races because I didn’t want to distract you. I just wanted to be the best for you.” 

He gave a puzzled look as he held you in his arms, racking his brain as he tried to remember that conversation. “Liebe, you know that I care about you, I wouldn’t say that— ” “I’m not accusing you or anything! It’s just when you said that I couldn’t help but feel so…aggravating? That’s not the right word, like my presence bothered you to the point where you were annoyed with me.I felt so guilty about wanting a connection between us. I didn’t mean to intrude into your work life. I understand it’s demanding to be a team principal, I didn’t mean to be this way, I kept my mouth shut and tried to keep you please while I kept my distance so I didn’t disturb you.”

Toto’s face was unreadable, not before he sighed, pulling away as he fixed his collar. You see the irritation across his face, wanting to avoid this outcome as you felt tears coming, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to compose yourself as you hurriedly wipe your tears away. “This is just childish behavior–you’re a grown woman, you should be able to voice your worries to me.  What have I done to cause this?” “Toto, no it’s just—there’s too much on my plate right now and it’s getting harder to do my job to my best abilities. I have an obligation to make happy brides and you have to keep Mercedes happy within formula one, so I think it would be best if we just put us on-” Toto stepped back, nodding his head as he glanced down at his watch. “I’m frustrated by your lack of honesty. I think you know what’s truly stopping you from being completely honest with me and this may seem insignificant to you, but I’m revaluting where I stand with you because almost two years with you and you’re acting like this?” You wiped your unshed tears as Toto silently walked off, the door shutting behind him. You slumped into your plush chair, a migraine forming beneath your eyes as you tried to compose yourself. Forcing yourself to work as you sent emails to the respective brides and designers, setting appointments as you glanced at the calendar.

 “Ms. L/N? Dianna is here. Should I send her in?” Angelia smiled as she poked her head in. “Dianna…?” You flipped through your planner, seeing her name squeezed in, must’ve been last minute. “Um yeah sure, go ahead.” Typing away at your database, frowning deeply as you couldn’t find her information. “When did I even get a call from her?” Mumbling as you flipped through pages, trying to figure out something about her. “Y/N, right?” Your head shot up, outstretching your hand. “Dianna, yes?”The young girl had a dazzling opal cut diamond on her finger as she shook her hand. “I’m the one, I’m so glad that I was able to come in such short notice, but my fiancé claimed you could help me find my dress, I’ve been to four different boutiques and nothing hasn’t screamed out to me.” You nodded as you pulled out the catalog for the many different styles of dresses. “You’re in luck, these are some of the designs we’re carrying at the moment, but if you know that you like a specific designer, we can always order one for you.” You informed, clasping your hands together as Dianna flipped through the book.

And that’s how it became after awhile,  pouring yourself into the bridal season and networking with designers, helping out hopeful brides as the summer heat faded into a cool autumn. Italy was absolutely beautiful as it began to turn into fall, sipping champagne out the expensive glass flute, you made your way around the ballroom. Diamond encrusted chandeliers adorned the tall ceilings as paintings from Picasso and Vincent van Gogh sat perched upon the walls. Your heels clacked as you searched for a balcony, yearning for a moment’s rest. The news of your separation from Toto hadn’t made the rounds yet, so people asked you of his well being, giving you gifts to give on their behalf; it made it hard to keep up appearances. 

Having made your way to the outside garden, hundred bushes of roses, tulips, and among other flowers bloomed throughout the maze. The fireflies flew around as you went deeper into the maze, humming as you savored the champagne. “Y/N? I hope I have the right person, but what are you up to? Enjoying the gala?” A light bulb flashed over your head as you went in for a hug, smiling so wide. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice, the food is good, that’s about it, really, but it was so good to see you. You look good–happier.” Daniel chuckled as he held your hip.  “I’m back to racing so I feel pretty good, having that year off to reflect and I feel like it was much needed after that whole McLaren situation.” You nodded, the pair strolled through the maze, exchanging stories from when you were separated.

“I’m really proud of you, Danny, you accomplished your dream.”Daniel laughed as he gently nudged you with his shoulder. “Hush, you’re running around the world, being like the bridal fairy. Isn’t that fun?” You chucked as you took a seat on the edge of the fountain, lightly dipping your finger in the water. “Not necessarily, it’s fun but after awhile, it’s…hard, I like helping brides, but after doing it for so long, I want to focus more on myself even though I just got promoted last year, but its like I achieved what I wanted, but now what?”You sadly chuckled as you set down your glass, the champagne unappetizing at the moment. “Do you want to switch professions, because to me, it sounds like you need excitement in your life, what about you and Toto going on vacation or something? Start a hobby that you might enjoy.” You awkwardly chuckled as you down your entire champagne flute, wanting to avoid this conversation. 

“Ah well, see, we broke up—I think? We got into a little disagreement and we haven’t talked since, he hasn’t answered my texts, but I suppose it’s karma for what I did to him.” Daniel took a seat next to you, your knees brushing against each other as he gently made you look at him. “Why do you say that? ‘M sure you had a good reason to do whatever you did, you had him in mind.”  Did you have Toto mind when you ignored him? You sat in silence as you thought hard about it, maybe it was or could it be something deeper. “He mentioned to Lewis and George that I was clingy and how I was pushing for date nights every week and even during the season which isn’t true at all, he’s the one who was pushing for it. I kept reminding him to focus on the season because it was literally his job and yeah, we had a disagreement and haven’t spoken since.” 

You knew Daniel long before Toto, having been childhood friends before attending university together and you trusted his advice more than anyone else.  Daniel wore an unrecognizable expression as you spoke, feeling his scrutiny. “I mean I would ask him if you were still together to have some clarification and a peace of mind—for the both of you, but if we’re being honest here. Y/N, do you want to be with someone who’s going to be gone for months on end and still complain about spending time with you? Is it because you’re afraid of being alone? You’ve already achieved your goal, got everything you wanted and you're probably wondering when it’s my turn when styling brides.” You shot him a glare half heartedly as he took a sip of his champagne. 

“I’m just being observant, you were always like this growing up. You made sure that people didn’t have a certain image about you, making yourself so small that you couldn’t voice your needs. Toto is a man that doesn’t have the time nor energy to decode what’s going on in your pretty little head, but in my opinion, he doesn’t provide an environment where you can lower your walls-’ “Okay! Enough with dissecting my failing love life, are you trying to be cupid during your spare time?”  Daniel gave you a look, intertwining your hands together. “If I’m being honest with you, I didn’t bring you out here to speak about Toto. I’ve missed you and our friendship, but I’ve also watched you from afar. I think I may want something more with you and I know this came out of nowhere, but I would like to see where this goes.”  You’re caught completely off guard, Daniel chuckling at your slack jaw as he pulled away. 

At that moment, Toto’s disappointed face was the only thing you could think of. Would this be cheating? You watched Mercedes's instagram, watching him thrive and genuinely enjoying the races even though none of them were in his favor. You tried to get in touch with him, even sending a message to his personal assistant and only received silence from him. “I’m really surprised and I’m going to be honest with you, I honestly don’t know. My situation with Toto is very complicated at the moment and I don’t want to lead you on or anything. I don’t want to give you any false hope, this is just very sudden and I don’t know what my future holds with Toto.” He nodded as he watched as you twirled your fingers nervously. “Of course, anything for you.” It’s been almost four months and while you missed Toto, this has become more complicated by the minutes.

The two of you roamed the dark streets of Italy, reminiscing about the past memories. “Do you remember in college when I was absolutely smashed and you had to pull me out of the river, then I refused to go inside of your car; chased me all the way down to the watering-hole, cursing and screaming my name.” “You were a little shit that night, the police came and questioned if I was kidnapping you, I almost got kicked out of university.” Daniel laughed into your neck, pulling you into his lean body. “But I also remember you buying me lunch for a whole month, because you felt bad.” “Of course I did, you were so worried, you looked ragged and I felt like I needed to do something. I would’ve left the university if they kicked you out.” You looked up at Daniel as you wrapped your arms around his side, the tension grew as you made your way to the hotel that the two of you were staying in. 

“But take care and have a good night, okay?” You smiled sheepishly as he kissed the back of your hand. You watched as he stepped onto his floor, his smile never slipping as the doors shut. Daniel had a smile that nothing could wipe it off, nearly skipping down the streets as he made his way back towards the airport. He wasn’t even supposed to be at this bridal designers networking event, but he had a gut feeling that you were going to show. He couldn’t miss this opportunity, sleep be damned. After your family had left Australia, it was hard for him, especially when he began showing a interest in driving; most people had written him off and claimed that he wasn’t going to achieve anything at all, but it was because of your encouragement and support that made him ignore that constant jeers from families and ‘fans’ alike. 

Coming back from Italy, you had decided to move closer to the boutique, feeling the need to be more dedicated to the staff and the brides. That was the easy part, trying to find an apartment that wasn’t going to cost twenty grand a month? That was reality. “Miss L/N? Dianna Shells from your last appointment sent you an invitation to her wedding, do you want to accept?” “Sure, just put in on my calendar and I’ll see what I could move around, but next week, I need two half days,” Logging onto your computer as you started your coffee machine,” I’m currently apartment hunting and I need all the time so I can find something that doesn’t cost me a kidney.”  Angelia nodded her head, facing similar issues as she set down the important document folder. “You’re not wrong, but today we have a couple of brides scheduled for today, but it’s mostly for second fittings.” 

In the following days, you ran around Soho, looking at comically terrible shoeboxes that cost way too much. It was draining for you mentally because to have someone tell you, that this was going for six grand and no, you don’t get a private bathroom. “Alrighty, Miss Y/N, this one has just hit the market, it's four thousand dollars and it's a little bit pricey, but I think you’re going to like this.” You gave the realtor an annoyed look, following after him as you fixed your coat dress. “I hope so, does it at least have my bare minimum wishes.” “That and more, you have two bedrooms, a sunroom, and a very spacious living room and kitchen. The building also have sauna that’s yours to use if you want to.” 

Your eyes widened as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside. It was modern bohemian style, citing the previous resident’s taste as the walls were colorful, but it held a hint of art deco as well. “Now, the previous owners knew of you, they had mentioned to me that you helped their daughter-in-law with finding a dress and eventually a wedding planner, they’re wanting to make a special deal with you. Overall, this apartment costs around 1.2 million dollars, they’re willing to take two hundred and fifty thousand and it would be yours. You can do it like you’re renting and then once you reached their offer, they’ll sign off on everything.” You nodded your head, whipping out your pen. “I would be an idiot if I didn’t agree to this.” 

4 weeks later 

“You know you didn’t have to make this trip, just to see little ‘ole me, but I’m truly thankful for you.” Daniel was taking a short trip to LA, when you mentioned moving and getting all new furniture and he was the one who suggested that you needed his assistance. “I told you, I was going to help you out and plus, this is better than getting drunk on a random beach.” It had been a few after the gala and slowly, but surely, the two of you kept in touch, checking in on each respective family. “You do have good taste, I cannot deny it, but this time I want a little more modern and chic.” Daniel nodded, climbing into your 2025 G-Wagon, “That would be a good fit especially due to the smaller size of the new condo, it would almost give it the homey vibes as well.” “I think so too, I mean I loved the cute interior look that I had before, but I was also, like 22 at the time, I’m now 26 and I feel like my style needs to mature a little.” 

Being with Toto has its own pros and cons, mostly cons especially with him being a billionaire; everyone’s eyes had to be on you and what were you doing within your career. Before him, your style was eccentric and out there, bright colors with clashing patterns because you didn’t care and once Toto stepped into the picture, you lost a version of yourself and you have to admit, you missed her, she was fun and just did everything by the beat of your own drum. “You don’t have to technically, I miss the fun girlie, we got into some crazy stuff.” You laughed, making your way further into Soho, trying not to get frustrated with the traffic. “No you don’t, I surely don’t, I was terrible, from almost going to prison, and do you remember me streaking across the rugby field for like $1,000 dollars? I sure do, my mother was fucking livid and my granddad nearly died when he saw the video.” Daniel remembered that day so clearly, in college, you were like any other student–too focused on your school work for fun until after the semester was over. You made sure that your image was squeaky clean, so your parents weren’t worried about their reputations. Daniel was watching the televised match along with some buddies, his jaw dropped once you ran onto the field like the day you were born. 

“At that point, I was struggling so badly with my job that they fired me and I couldn’t find work, my dad hated my guts and I needed food, so I did what thought was best and it kept me fed for the rest of the semester because daddy dearest sent me money for the remainder of the year.” Danny eagerly held the driver’s door open for once you pulled into the furniture store, citing that’s what a gentleman does. “Anyways, what color scheme you’re feeling, neutrals or monochrome?” “Maybe a mix of colors, obviously they have to compliment each other, but I want to this to be my home for a couple of decades and it has to age well as I grow.” You were greeted by Dolly, a nice, older woman who recognized Daniel, citing her young grandchild was a big fan of his. 

“Sorry for distracting y’all, but Miss Y/N, we have a couple pieces already selected because of your previous selections. I heard that you were moving into Soho, which is a big move, but your brand new position—also congratulations on that as well.” Dolly showcased a nice three-piece velvet loveseat in beautiful dark—almost royal blue. “Match this with a dark brown interior and this would look so stunning unless you wanted something eccentric like this flower couch?” Your eyes widened, the massive light pink couch along with the flower petal throw pillows was something only your dreams mustered. “Danny, look, this is so cute! This could go in my sunroom along with vine shelves.” He chuckled at your antics, watching you roll around. “It would be good, the sunroom could be like a destressor place; something different.” “And he’s right, even though you’re moving up, never deny your roots.”  Dolly’s smiled only widen when you nodded your head,”But I want to get both, I want the three piece in blue, I think it would look good in my new apartment.” 

After about three hours and almost 40,000 dollars later, you were one happy girl. “So for financing, how much do you plan on paying each month?” Danny shook his head as he cut in, pulling out his wallet. “We’ll go ahead and pay for it in full,” He laughed as he pushed you away,“It’s my treat, I’m proud of you and I wanted to do something nice for you.” “Yeah, which I’m thankful, but this is excessive.” Danny waved you off, finishing paying as he thanked Dolly as he stashed his receipt away. “Well, Miss Y/N, you got lucky, but all of your furniture should be delivered in the upcoming weeks and we’ll send a confirmation email as well, but I will say you picked some really nice pieces.” You smiled before you and Danny made your way towards your car, surrounded by paparazzo, climbing into the passenger seat as he knew how to drive with the flashing cameras and lights. “Daniel! Is this your new girlfriend?” “Are you still dating Toto?!” Covering your face as you tried to not show your displeasure on your face. “Are they always like this?” “Of course, they don't care about our privacy, we’re just entertainment to them.”

You slump back into the seat as Daniel drove, humming softly along with some random pop song on the radio. “Where are we going now?” “Heading back to your place, but order us something so we could pick it up.” He had interlocked your hands together, rubbing your knuckles. “I mean I can cook for you, I just made groceries and plus, we won’t be out in public.” Daniel couldn’t argue with that, changing directions as he headed back towards your new apartment. You watched as the sky began to change, orange streaks across the city skyline. “Yeah, do you remember your mom’s garlic chicken recipe? I’ve been craving that and she was so kind enough to send it to me.” “I heard, I was little upset that she gave it you before me—I only burnt my kitchen once.” You snorted as you remembered the video, Daniel was being a showoff and then accidently put too much wine, gave the pan a little swirl and then the cabinets were on fire. “I know my mum showed you the video, that took place when I wasn’t racing, so I had to do something to keep my mind occupied.” “You can keep telling yourself that, just stick to getting a personal chef or something—find a girlfriend that will cook for you, make those cute little lunch boxes. I saw Yuki’s bento boxes and I was envy of him.” 

Daniel gave you a confused look once he parked outside of your SoHo apartment. “Yuki? How do you know him?” “Toto and I went to dinner one night and saw him with Pierre.” He snorted, Yuki would never defeat the “he’s in love with Pierre '' accusations. Making your way into the building, smiling as the doorman ushered you in. “Good evening Miss Y/N, will he be your only guest tonight?” “Yup and don’t let anyone come up to my door, no one should be coming this late tonight.” The doorman nodded as he unlocked the elevator, Daniel wrapped his hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. “I’m actually really proud of you, I know this wasn’t your original goal, but you’re making due with what you had.” His eyes held respect and affection, but something more than that, it was if you placed the stars in the skies and he wanted to reciprocate that feeling, that need of yearning. “Daniel. I know I keep repeating this, but I’m so thankful for you. You’re probably my one of my greatest best friend I could ever ask for.”

The stainless steel elevator opens much to Daniel’s disappointment, watching around as you struggle to unlock the door. “Finally, but home sweet home, stick your shoes anywhere I don’t care.” Dropping your bag onto the marble countertops, Daniel couldn’t help but be impressed, it felt like you even with the scarce furniture. “Do you like it? The living room is going to be massive, but I’m happy because now I get to host Christmas parties and what not, watch me become a phenomenal host.” He chuckled as he watched you run around in the kitchen, shaking his head. “I like this, honestly this place suits you, are you renting this?” You sheepishly looked away as you placed a glass of wine in his hand as you sat on a bean bag. “Not really….I loved this place too much, so I’m renting to buy. I know it’s a stupid financial decision, but it's only four grand a month and that’s including the HOA fees.” You nervously swallowed your wine as Daniel gave you a disappointed look. “Why? What if they want to kick you out?” 

Taking a seat next to him as you grabbed the bottle of wine, shrugging your shoulders. “But get this, I styled their daughter-in-law and found them a pretty good wedding planner. They were so happy with my work that they’re willing to take two hundred and fifty thousand rather than the full amount,this place is worth about 1.2 million dollars! I would never see that in my lifetime!” Daniel did a spit take as he looked at you in shock, much to your enjoyment. “See? You just gotta see my side and I feel like this would be such a blessing for me. I’m young, pretty high up in my career, maybe single—gotta figure that one out, but I’m young enough to take risks like this Danny!” He didn’t have room to argue, spending over a decade in the most dangerous sport that you could do. “I mean, I get it, if I were in your shoes, I would take this opportunity as well.” 

Laying against his shoulder, tracing random shapes along his tattooed arms. “Don’t feel like cooking?” “Nope, we should order a pizza.”  The older man chuckled as he pulled out his phone, shaking his head. “I could’ve told you that, Roo, I’ll handle this.” You nodded off, watching people go through life without a second thought as Daniel held you in his arms, frustrated by his lack of courage to speak about how he felt for you.

With Toto

The F1 season hasn’t been great for Mercedes, Red Bull has consistently taken the first spot on the podium for races and drivers. As the team principal, Toto needed to secure a win in the Netherlands. Everyone was walking on eggshells around him, Lewis and George kept their heads down and tried their best. “Mate, I dunno, what’s up with Toto, he’s been more on edge lately.” George grunted as he lifted the weight over his head. “Well, Red Bull has been dominating the races and he’s trying to understand why, but also Y/N broke up with him.” Lewis stated, nodding at George’s surprised face. “Look, I’m in the same boat as you, but from what I’ve heard, Toto caused it, making her feel not wanted.” “If you wouldn’t be gossiping, you could be actually winning races.” Lewis and Geroge quickly went back to their workout as Toto stepped in. Lewis wasn’t wrong, but it did frustrate the older man that the paddock saw his frustration, he didn’t like to wear his emotions on his sleeve. “If we can place in the Netherlands, we can start closing the gap between Red Bull and us” Toto tapped on his phone as he messaged the engineers back along with the team. “I’m counting on the two of you to be ruthless, do not hesitate unless you have to.” It wouldn’t take a pigeon to see the exhaustion in Toto’s eyes.

Stepping away from his duties to go to lunch, feeling utterly exhausted as he scrolled through his private Twitter account, typically formula one news among other things. “Mr. Wolff, there’s a blog called Pop Buzz, asking your opinion on Y/N with a mystery man in Italy, I know-” Toto glanced down at her screen, pulling up the mentioned tweet, his frown only deepened as he looked. “I don’t want to comment on it, actually could you get me in touch with Y/N?” She widened her eyes before she began typing away at her phone. Everyone in Mercedes knew of the ‘split’, but privately, Toto didn’t want the general public to know because he truly didn’t know where they stood; he acted impulsively and ultimately ended up hurting the both of them.

“Sir, her assistant claimed that she wasn’t in the office, but I did leave her a message–just don’t check instagram, I would advise not going on social media in general. The comments on our team page and even Lewis’s are questioning what’s going on with her. Do you want to go ahead and confirm your split?” Toto pinched the bridge of his nose, wrangling his temper under control as he reminded himself about everything he had going for him. “No, you don’t have to,I have a Grand Prix to focus on, just let the tabloids keep talking.” Toto kept to himself, answering emails and other matters that needed his attention, but the thought of you with another man sat in the back of his mind.

But it wasn’t fine. Toto laid awake at night, staring at the ceiling of a random hotel room, glancing down at his phone, hoping that you would call. Kracher ❤️, you were his firecracker because he absolutely adored your passion for anything you truly loved. It translated to him when he would forget to mention lunch or even dinner, sending him home with leftovers or recipes that you thought he might like—a home away from home; that’s what you were. He groaned as he stepped onto his balcony, dialing your number. “Hello?” Toto cleared his throat as he rubbed his neck nervously. “Um, hi, it’s me, it’s been awhile.” “Yeah, it has, I heard the season hasn’t been good for Mercedes.” “Yeah yeah, you know—car troubles and Red Bull that’s all, but I would like to see you, if you want.” Another awkward pause. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Toto, I understand your reaction to me ignoring you, but to do it yourself and then call me out of the blue, that takes guts because you could’ve told me that you needed space and I would’ve given that to you. I’m…putting myself first because we need an actual break from whatever this is because it’s not necessarily healthy for us. I recognize that I have some personal issues that I need to work on and I don’t know what you want Toto. I really don’t know.” 

“Look, I know what I did was childish, but a break? You did nothing wrong, I was the one who made this stupid mistake, let me prove myself that I’m the right man for you. Y/N, I love you, I truly do, just tell me whatever I need to do to make you happy again.” He could hear you sigh, probably pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s not my job to tell you what you need to do, I can’t always give you the answers. I love you, I truly do, but I can’t deal with this wishy-washy nonsense anymore.” Toto scoffed, a much nicer way of calling through your bluff as he popped open a bottle aged whiskey. “I would trust you, but how are you gonna work on your issues? I feel this is a very rushed thought process. Is there someone else?” “No there’s not—why are you making assumptions Torger? Is that what we’re doing now, making up assumptions so you can somehow pin the blame onto me when you messed up? Look I’m done with you, call me when you’re calm and actually ready to have adult conversation.” The Austrian billionaire sighed the dial tone, rubbing his eyes as he looked over at the mountains. You were right. Absolutely right and maybe it’s because he's a billionaire and with a snap of his fingers, he could get anything or anyone in the palms of his hand. Both in the height of their careers, especially with their positions, their attention was demanded when being summoned for certain things.

Sighing as you tossed yourself onto the bed, the kicking and muffled screams only helped until you realized that Toto would never admit that he was wrong, only making you ‘forget’ with expensive gifts and sugar-coated words. Seeing your exhausted reflection staring back at you, dark circles underneath your dull, lifeless eyes. You didn’t like who you were becoming, it scared you—this lack of drive to anything besides sleeping was alarming, you wanted to do so much and this relationship, if you could even call it, was basically sucking the soul out of you. You knew in your heart that you weren’t meant to be alone, hence your career choice. Isolation is a poison as you could feel its effects as your thoughts became your worst enemy. “What the fuck am I gonna do?” Your reflection had no answer, only a pitiful look.

Six weeks later 

In the following weeks, catching up with Daniel and helping out Dianna, you needed a break—like the one where you sneak off to a different city and shut your phone off until you feel like dealing with people. Lounging in your private jacuzzi as you slipped stupidly expensive wine as you listened to a random podcast in the background, tapping your finger against the ledge. Manhattan’s sunset always brought a wave of  serenity to your mind. Daniel had texted you earlier this morning, wanting to see if taking the summer break together was in the cards, you pondered over it, going back and forth before ultimately agreeing. It would be good for you and plus, it would be a great time to fully catch up with the AlphaTauri driver.

The summer break for the drivers was in full swing, the majority heading back to their yachts in Monaco, but Daniel had planned to head back to his farm back home, but he wasn’t alone. “Welcome home, pretty girl.” The driver had pulled you closer by the waist, leaving a small kiss on your cheek. Yawning in response as you tugged your luggage behind him, wondering why you would take almost a thirty hour plus flight? Who knows. “My driver;s going to be driving back home, I know you would be too tired to drive and you don’t trust my driving.” “Do you remember when we snuck out and crashed your dad’s golf cart?” “We were children, plus we still got your ice cream that you begged for.” Rolling your eyes as you playfully shoved him away. “Anyways, is there anything major planned?” You asked as you set your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’, knowing that your assistant will message you every single little question in the bridal book. “Nothing much, just relaxing and may go for a swim, reckon that would be good.” Daniel liked spending his breaks doing mundane tasks—things that he enjoyed. Yachts are great, but an entire week of drinking the day away, maybe another time. “Are you sure? I mean, anything you want to do, I’ll be up for it.” “Of course, we’ll find things around the ranch and hang out with my parents for a bit. Go to the pub, have a bit of fun like the old times.” You threw him a pointed look as he kept walking ahead, his boisterous laughter startling nearby watchers. “I swear if we go to the pub, I’m not partaking in your little games.”

The two of you ended up failing the pub crawl, opting to head home as his mother had dinner waiting for the both of them. “Y/N? Oh my, you look so good, much happier.” Giggling as Grace, Daniel’s mother, hugged you as if you were going to vanish into thin air. “Thank you, getting a new place is also contributing to that as well.” “Daniel told me all about it, for that price in SoHo? I would be happy too.” You sat at the counter, smiling at the view in front of you. “Do you want something to drink? We have tea—plenty of it or even some water.” “Water’s fine, I’m still not a massive tea drinker.” Daniel gave you a mischievous look, much to your playful annoyance. “Because the tea quality in the States is pretty shit, I wouldn’t drink it if I lived there full time.” He slid in next to you, gently pushing your shoulder before leaning against you. “Tea is just gross over all, coffee is so much better—” “Because you dump so much sugar that you can hardly taste anything.”

Grace laughed as you bickered along with her son, watching you as you chased him around. “You haven’t even seen me making coffee! My coffee bar is practical, a few syrups, maybe some cold form and that’s it.” “If you were woman enough, you would drink it straight.” You slapped your hand over Daniel’s mouth, letting out scream as he licked your open palm. “I swear it never stopped, behaving like children.” Joe chuckled as you and Danny continued to wrestle on the floor, pinching at each other's skin. “Alright, Daniel, enough, so Y/N,” You perked up as you landed one final shove against the driver, “How have you been doing? I know your mom tried to keep in touch, but after college it was pretty much radio silence.” 

Clearing your throat as you awkwardly looked away, life after college was rough. “Well, I moved back in with my parents, but my dad was still pretty angry about the stunt that I pulled. He tried to ground me, took my keys, my phone—like everything and when I told him no, I’m not going to abide by your crazy rules. My dad kicked me out and my mom watched, obviously she was hurt by my dad’s decision, but ultimately I think she didn’t want to suffer by his hand. I floated around LA for a couple months until I left for New York, trying to work in any editorials, but that didn’t work out. I started out at the bridal shop while I was working for pizza place in Brooklyn and yeah, that’s about it.” Grace nodded her head as she stirred the pasta, humming softly. “I feel like you’re simplifying the last couple of years, I thought you were still at home until we ran into you at the Monaco Grand Prix, by that point, you were dating Toto for almost a year and speaking of that man,” Daniel coughed as he stepped away, catching a glimpse of your face, unrecognizable,” What’s going between you and him?” 

You didn’t know yourself, it was complicated and truly messy between you and the Austrian billionaire. “We’re kinda complicated at the moment, just arguing and insecurities. We’re on a break right now, between Mercedes’s poor season and the bridal season coming up. I know personally, I couldn’t be a hundred percent dedicated to him and my job.” Grace could see where the younger woman was coming from, being highly motivated and career driven; it was hard to balance a relationship when your attention was needed. “I understand where you’re coming from, but you've been with Toto for almost two years. That's history that you have with him, are you willing to start over with someone new?” “It depends, I wouldn’t mind, but I want to at least try, but Toto is busy with his job and I can’t make him drop everything and have him come here.” Grace slid you a glass of wine, leading you outside on the balcony as her eyes met with Joe’s.

“You still haven’t confessed?” Joe questioned once the door closed behind the two women. “Of course not, she’s still thinking about Toto and I don’t want to force her to make a decision.” Daniel ran his hand through his curls as he laid back, his father shaking his head as he watched the rugby game. “You’re making yourself miserable to the point where it's frustrating to outsiders.” The younger man nodded his head, watching you speak so animatedly, your hands moving as you spoke passionately about whatever. “I know, but there’s a chance that she’ll go back to Toto and I don’t want to get my hopes up.” Meanwhile you spoke to Grace about past grievances with your relationship. “Maybe it’s because of our upbringing, we came from different backgrounds, I’m so used to being put down and it became almost second nature to not voice my struggles. Toto never created a situation before where I purposely withheld my true feelings from him until that night. He called me needy and maybe, I was stressed out or something was bothering me, but that cut me pretty deeply. I never wanted to come off needy because Toto made that very clear that he didn’t want to deal with someone like that.” Much to Grace’s knowledge, you never came off as that, due to your upbringing, she knew of your hyper independence and that came with the refusal of leaning on someone for help, guidance, etc. 

Grace sighed, patting your shoulder as she held you. “I know, it’s a struggle, but honestly, there’s also a cultural divide between you and him along with an age gap. Toto is very blunt and is honest with how he feels, but I can only imagine him wanting the same because a relationship cannot flourish without communication and honesty. Have you thought about dating someone younger or even someone you know?” You wondered who could fit that role, knowing your male friend group was a little small. “Are you…?” She nodded her head as you gestured to the AlphaTauri driver, which almost threw you into a loop for a moment. “I honestly never thought about that, but I mean Daniel is like my best friend. I never saw him in that light—I mean if I’m being honest, I really never thought of him in that way. He’s very handsome and very caring, but we’ve grown up together and I don’t know how that would translate into a relationship.”

“And that’s very valid, you’re at that point in your life, where you’re ready to settle down and start a family. I would want you to be picky and find someone who will take care of you and your needs. I’m not going to push my son, because even though I would want you to be a part of our family, you already are and I know Daniel has his faults—everyone does, but keep your heart open. Take this break and allow yourself the vulnerability and the freedom that you clearly yearn for.” Grace patted your hand before she stepped back inside. You sipped on your wine, sighing as you tapped on the wooden frame. “Hey Roo, dinner’s ready if you want some.” Daniel awkwardly shuffled behind you before clearing his throat. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” “Yeah, I know, I’m just trying to figure out what I want to do.” The AlphaTauri driver gently encompassed your hand with his, he gazed upon you as if you could wave away all of his worries. “I’m sure, you’ll be able to figure it out, you always do and whatever you decision you make, I’ll always support you.”

As the week passed, spending time at the beach, hanging out with old friends at various local pubs, you were nursing your hangover in Daniel’s lavious living room as some random Disney show played in the background. Daniel held you close to his side as he gently played with your hair, humming softly “I’m very glad that you decided to go on break with me. I missed this feeling.” For a moment, everything felt surreal–serene if someone would’ve put it until your phone rang. Toto. “Give me a moment.” Awkwardly smiling as you headed towards the patio, sighing softly as you felt a migraine coming on. “Toto, Hi. Is there something you need?” “Honestly, yes, I just needed to hear if you were okay, I miss your voice. I know things are complicated at the moment, but I do truly love you and want to make things right between us. Enjoy your break with Daniel, Schatz, I’m always a phone call away.”  The Austrian’s voice held melancholy as if he was in mourning, “Toto, are you okay? Be completely honest with me, please.” “.....I’m actually not, I’m struggling to perform my best, I’m dealing with a failure of a car, I’m being questioned by Mercedes if I’m even fit enough to lead the formula one team, this season hasn’t been the kindest nor in our favor.” “I completely understand, I know it’s not ideal, especially having Lewis on the roster, a seven-time winner of the World Championships and hasn’t yet achieved a P1. I would be frustrated too, but each season is like the ocean’s tide, it’s constantly receding, but it always comes back. For you, it could be in the second half or next season, just don’t give up, do what makes it feels necessary to keep pushing forward.” 

“You always know what to say, that’s what I love about you.” Twirling your braids, looking out onto the vast space of the Australian wilderness, the stars were certainly brighter, there were no blinding city lights masking their beauty. “Toto, I-Look, I miss us and what we used to be, I loved the surprise dates and the flying me out to races, maybe I got used to it and began asking you of it, which I shouldn't have demanded that from you. Toto, I’m halfway across the world and I am honestly miserable, I want us to work this out and make amends.” “Schatz, I feel the same way I do, never feel sorry for wanting my attention, I love spending quality time with you and it’s quite painful being separated this long, but focus on your break and then once the winter break begins, you’ll have me for three months.” “I don’t want to wait that long, maybe Danny won’t mind if I leave a few days earlier and I’ll make my way towards Monaco.” “No, I couldn’t ask you to do that, Daniel invited you on this break and I want you to enjoy it. I've been keeping an eye on the wedding calendar and it’s been busy, especially in New York. Take this time to relax and then when we meet once more, then we can talk about us and where we’ll go from here.” 

Whispering goodbyes, you slipped back into the living room where Daniel was scrolling through his phone. “Toto?” Sheepishly nodding your head as you took a seat on the ottoman, pushing back your loose braids. “So that break-“ “I’m pretty sure I’ll go back to him—we just have so much history together that I couldn’t throw us away.” You watched as Daniel stood from the sofa as he walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. “I never meant to lead you on, it was never my intention. You know that, Daniel.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Y/N, I can’t help it, I’ve loved you for so long, I just want you to be treated the way you deserve. Toto—he’s indecisive, he flipped this entire situation onto you. He was the one who asked about spending more time together, he was the one who was frustrated when you got used to going on spontaneous dates and trips. If I was in Toto’s shoes, you would be treated so well, anything you want and it would be yours in a heartbeat.” You rolled your eyes, following Daniel into the kitchen. “Toto does that already for me-“ “Does he? All I know is that he gets frustrated with his own girlfriend when he’s not winning the season because his car is shit.” 

Daniel stepped onto the balcony, his head hanging low as he occasionally gazed upon Perth’s horizon. You sat alone in the living room, wiping your eyes as you wallowed in your self-misery. Did you lead Daniel on? The occasional hangouts when he was in New York, the bar hops, the brunch dates, and even furniture shopping. You thought that’s what friends do, spending time with each other and maybe, it got lost within translation. You stared blankly at the screen once Daniel stepped back in, eyes bloodshot red. “I didn’t bring you here to sleep with you, my mom knew how I felt about you and much to my annoyance–” Your phone dinged–Lover Boy, it made Daniel clear his throat, rubbing his face.

Lover Boy

-I’m heading out right now, see you tomorrow night

-?? What do you mean by that?

- I’m coming to get you

-Wait why? 

-Daniel.

 “Toto is coming, I didn’t want to make this any awkward than it is even though we have two days left.” The migraine only grew worse as Daniel slipped his beer, shrugging his shoulders. “No…No–Daniel, we could’ve dealt with this. You’re my best friend and I feel like I’m losing you.” The Australian driver chuckled as he headed towards his bedroom, feeling almost jaded by this entire situation. “I just need some time to process this, we spent a lot of time together this week and part of me knew that, you weren’t interested in me and that’s not your fault. I just thought something was there and I don’t know necessarily if we could be best friends again–friends? Yes, but best friends, that's maybe.” You watched as he walked away, unable to hide his sniffs as his shoulders sagged. 

Tossing your phone to the side, you didn’t expect this to happen all so fast and it was jarring, giving you almost whiplash. You grabbed your cardigan as you headed towards your room, feeling almost judged, but deep down you know it wasn’t your fault. You cared about Daniel deeply, almost to the point where you could love him, but it wasn’t meant to be. You grew up and there was a certain boyish charm that he had, that wasn’t attracted to you. You were growing in popularity and fame when it came to running the SoHo bridal boutique and yes, having fun in your relationships was a must, but it felt like when you dated men who were like Daniel–it was more like you being the mom instead of the girlfriend. 

Daniel rubbed his bloodshot eyes as he curled in bed, his phone was constantly buzzing as he told damn-near everyone his plan

Maxie

-I take it everything went okay?

~Nope. Back with Toto

-Huh?

-I thought they were broken up

-That’s what George told Charles

~Yeah no, he called her and they spoke about something

~he’s coming to get her 

-damn I knew how much you loved her

-it’s just kinda fucked up

~I mean I get it almost two years together 

~I wouldn’t break up 

~try and work it out

After he sent his last message, Daniel turned off his phone, his headache growing as he attempted to sleep this shitty night off—gazing outside of the window until he dozed off.

The tension in the air was so high the next day, that you were suffocating within it—between Daniel’s cold shoulder and his friends popping in and out, making you feel like an outsider even his mother only giving you a pitiful look before she left. You had already packed your things nice and neatly, waiting patiently as you answered emails, deciding to go back to work even earlier. “Y/N?” Perking up as Joe took a seat next to you, flashing a quick smile. “So, Toto, huh?” “Yeah, look I’m sorry–” Joe lifted his hand, shaking his head in almost disappointment. “Never be sorry, love is one thing I don’t question and I cannot help but be biased towards my son, but I know he’s going to find someone meant for him. I don’t blame you at all, we had a previous conversation where we talked about this. I thought with Daniel being in F1, rejection was something that he should’ve been familiar with and not allow him to affect him as much. Daniel will eventually come back, just give him time.” Once the older man left, it was as if time was crawling, seconds turning into minutes as minutes turned into hours. You hoped that Daniel would be kind enough to bring you back into his life, but you had an inkling that it would be otherwise because you chose Toto. Hearing helicopter blades, you stepped towards the glass doors, feeling the butterflies in your stomach grow as you watched a familiar figure step out. 

Unable to fight the grin from your face, you stepped from behind the door. “You and your flare of dramatics.” Toto lightly gripped the back of your neck, slamming his lips onto yours as his other hand gripped your hip. Your hands dragged along his toned chest as you feverishly kissed back, feeling the warmth spread throughout your body, settling at the pit of your stomach. “I love you so much.” He chanted breathlessly against your temple, holding you as if you would slip from his grasp. Daniel seethed as he watched the two of you fly away in the moonlight, before he remembered that you were never his. 

“Toto–” “Schatz, let’s just get to the plane first and then we can talk.” Toto’s voice held no room for arguments as he guided you forward with his hand on the small of your back. This was a different tension, but it was still there; lingering like a smoke cloud overhead. During the short flight, the Austrian billionaire laid the occasional kisses across the back of your hand and whispering sweet nothings. It was almost like a whirlwind, between the helicopter and onto the plane; being in so close proximity with him almost sent you. Sitting across from Toto as he was occupied with his phone, probably sending last minute emails as you sat there uneased by the entire situation. “What’s going on in your mind?” 

With those simple words, it was as if the dam finally broke and you couldn’t hold it in, sobbing as he pulled you onto his lap. Toto chuckled, peppering kisses along your temple as he attempted to soothed you. “I feel like with me getting promoted, put a dent between us because before I could travel more and attend races and I didn’t have my insecurities coming out in full force. I knew I would see you in the following weeks and now, it’s like—yes, phone calls help, but I love physically seeing you. This bridal season has been draining on me, the few people who still come to work—” He stole a small kiss from you as Toto brought you into the back in the private bedroom, laying you onto the bed. “We talked about this, anytime you’re ready to quit or take a sabbatical, I’ll take care of you.” “Toto, I have a mortgage now, I have important things to take care of.” 

Toto shook his head, waving your concerns off, because it’s a trauma response–you couldn’t depend on your family, being ignored, left behind, etc. “Schatz. Let me take care of you, go part time and I’ll take care of the rest of the bills along with other necessities and entertainment. You’ll still have your independence.” You couldn’t deny his argument. It would give you the flexibility that you needed, shyly nodding your head. “Okay, but we need to work out the logistics. I could spend three months in Monaco, then fly back home. “Or apply for citizenship, I know good immigration lawyers because I see a future with you and I want to make the right efforts towards that.” He twirled one of your braids around his finger as the dull hum of the plane created a calming atmosphere with you curled into his side, his scent created a dull hum in your lower stomach. 

Your manicured nails gently tilted his head towards yours, sighing softly as your lips touched, feeling the electric charge in the air as Toto grasped your hip, laying you back onto the lavish bed. “We don’t have to–” Silencing him with your hand, a playful smile adorned your face. “I want to, I missed you.” The billionaire snicker held almost disbelief before he seeked your lips once more feverishly, your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt. Your shirt was nimbly taken care of as Toto threw it across the room. His eyes darken as your white lacy bra was on full display, you practically looked like an angel with your braids creating halo around your head. “My beautiful, beautiful darling, how I missed you.” Your hands gripped his shoulders as he dived into your chest, nipping and biting your breasts as he squeezed them. 

The dull feeling turning into a roaring fire as each second passed by, pulling his shirt off as he sat up, cursing softly. “Condom. I don’t—” “Fuck it, if it happens, it happens.” Toto bit the inside of his cheek, praising someone above for this woman laying on his bed. His hand toyed with your waistband, smirking at your reaction as his hand slipped inside. Whining as he grazed your thong, toying with you as if he wasn’t phased by the site in front of him. “Schatz, I know you’re needy, baby, but I have to take my time, I know she misses me,” He smirked at the sight, head tossed back and hands gripping the sheets as you twisted and turned cupping your covered pussy with his massive hand,” So receptive of my touch.” Toto’s patience finally faded as he ripped off your sweatpants, immediately sinking to his knees as he pulled you closer by the hips. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth as Toto thumbed at your covered clit roughly as he chuckled in glee. He pulled your hand away, increasing his pace, not even caring if the flight attendant heard you. Your moans were music to his ears, your gasps and whines spurred him on, licking your pussy through your panties trying to indulge in your taste. “Fuck–a little more, right.” Toto pulled away, laughing at your frustrated look as he pulled off his shirt as he attempted to dive in for more. “No, take everything off.” You demanded as you tossed your thong at his head, easily catching it as it stuffed them in his jeans. “Such a demanding little brat, I’m keeping these.” 

You groaned, tossing your head back as Toto stripped down to his boxers, his hard cock was on full display as you reached for him he stepped away—much to your annoyance. “You’ll get to see me when you behave.” Climbing into the bed, he took his place at your side. One of his hands pinched and twisted your nipple, laughing as he suddenly inserted a finger inside of you, much to your surprise. You held onto his wrist, your head was swirling in pleasure as you rubbed your clit in tandem. Toto relished in your moans, nipping at your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. “There we go, my pretty little slut,” Your hips began to push against his thick fingers, drooling onto the bed as your mind was turning into mush,” If you’re already this fucked out, I can’t wait see you bouncing on my cock like the good little whore you are.”

Toto pushed your hand away, pushing you past your limits as he managed to push two more fingers in; the balance between pain and pleasure becoming blurring. Sobbing into the nook of your arm, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. Toto’s smirk only grew as he watched your face for the telltale signs of your coveted orgasm, smirking when you tried to slap his chest as he slowed down his pace. “Pussy’s so wet, probably loving how they can hear you begging for me.” His free hand tangled within your braids, pulling them with enough force as he suddenly stopped.

You slumped against the plush mattress, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “Color, schatz?” “Green, so fucking green, please let me come, I’ll be your good girl” You pleaded, missing the dark glint in Austrian’s eyes as he cupped your face. “Don’t worry about that, I know you will,” Toto laid on his back, laughing at the look in your wide eyes,”Now, ride me, and not that pathetic shit, you know how I like it.” Slowly climbing on top, cursing softly as his cock penetrated your sensitive walls. He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips as he slammed the rest of his cock inside of you which triggered your orgasm with almost no warning. It was like a punch in the gut, crying out as you squirted cross his lap and chest as it pool down into the sheets Toto grunted as your walls constricted his cock, almost making him come in the process. Planting his feet firmly on the bed, you gave him the concerned look. “Just because you came, doesn’t mean I’m stopping.”

Scrambling to hold onto as he jack hammered into you, grunting as your nails dragged down his chest. The pleasure slowly began to affect Toto’s self control, tossing his head back between pillows– the loud, wet squelching sounds echoing off the walls and your pleads somehow made his cock harder. “Such a good girl for me, pussy squeezing me like a vice.”  Tossing your head back as he focused on your swollen clit, sobbing as the overstimulation became painful, but it was addicting to the point, you didn’t want to stop for anything. “Toto! Please, I can’t- I can’t–” But your hips pushed back, seeking another high as he gripped your hips, leaving finger-shaped bruises. 

Toto bit his bottom lip as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm, between your breasts bouncing in face along with the vice grip of your pussy. “Schatz, close?” You whined, nodding your head as you reached off his hand, pulling it towards your clit. He watched as you tossed your head back, withering in pleasure on his cock; it was sight that he wanted immortalized on his wall. He couldn’t careless about the noises, let any and everyone hear them. “Toto–Please I–”  He pulled onto his lips, quieting you down as your reached your peak; which triggered his—his whole body shuddered as he painted your walls white, spurt after spurt. Panting as the two of you laid in the afterglow as his arms laid limply around your back, it was a moment of silence as you stared outside of the small window. You could faintly see the outlines of the clouds as you traveled back home, dozing off as Toto began to draw circles onto your back. “Schatz, once again,I am truly sorry for my behavior and I cannot promise that my temper won’t flare up again, but I’ll try to keep in check for you.” “And those poor engineers too, I’ve heard about your outbursts too. I can’t always be your destressor.” Stealing a kiss, Toto chuckled as he rolled you onto your back, feeling at peace for once in weeks.

#toto wolff x black reader #f1 x black reader

[mauvecherie-writes]

Who wants to do small scenarios ??

#mauvecherie writes #lewis hamilton x black reader #toto wolff x black reader #oscar isaac x black reader

[httpsserene]

Heyy, i was wondering if you could do an Toto wolff x reader. I was thinking kitchen sex?? Like Toto getting turned on because he found out that reader was trying to make him his beloved pumpernickel bread for breakfast. I’ve been seeing tiktoks of Toto and his love for pumpernickel bread, and was just wondering if you could write abt it, though it’s TOTALLY ok if you don’t. Sorry if this was a little messy, this is my first time rqsting something. ♥️

𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐰/𝐭. 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you make toto his favorite bread. he’s going to thank you for this surprise properly. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. implied age gap. kitchen sex. rambling about bread. unprotected sex. vaginal sex. morning sex. reader and toto are married. beta-read. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.2k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: toto wolff x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: can't take my eyes off of you (i love you baby) • lauryn hill

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: can you tell i did way to much research on the types of pumpernickel bread? no, well, i don’t care 🙂 i WAS NOT familiar with toto wolff and pumpernickel bread so a quick youtube search opened my eyes to it and uh what can i say, this was born. ALSO: i feel like i’ve self-diagnosed myself; i am ashamed to admit that my kink might be somebody making me their wife…because why can’t i go one fic without making the reader be referenced to as a wife (m sorry i crave love). i honestly feel like it could be better, but y’know i hope i did your request justice (sorry it took me so long, ktober beat my ass). anon! i hope you see this, and i hope all the toto wolff lovers enjoy !!!

the yellow dish gloves on your hands protect your brown skin from most of the heat of the scalding tap water. the sound of your hums airily reverberate within the high ceilings of your open-plan kitchen as you clean the expensive dishes you’ve dirtied. you’ve taken off your wedding ring and placed it on top of your phone in the middle of the island to avoid any possibility of it falling down the drain or getting damaged. 

you woke up a little after dawn, quickly shutting off your alarm to avoid waking up your husband; it’s the off season for him, you won’t wake him up at insane hours when he’s not needed to work. sneaking out of bed was a battle of its own—there were several close calls as you struggled to slip out of the tight hold of the austrian man. it took seven minutes for you to escape his warm embrace, but you made it through by thinking of the surprise you were going to cook up for Toto—or bake up for him. it’s no secret to anybody that the mercedes team principal loves pumpernickel bread, and that he’s very particular about how he likes it. of course, there’s no way you would be able to make the traditional german pumpernickel bread before he woke up—it takes fourteen hours to cook and it needs to rest for an entire day to allow it to form properly into its crunchy, cookie-like consistency. so, you decided to make the simplified recipe that only takes roughly an hour and a half to bake and prepare, while the original takes its time cooking. your husband will have to be happy with the more loaf-like treat until his preferred bread is ready. you’ve never been more thankful to have two ovens. 

everything went well. both breads are prepped and baking away at their respective temperatures, and you’re carefully attempting to clean up the mess you’ve made in the process. you may not have been quiet enough based on the footsteps you hear heading your way. Toto pauses in the doorway and you smile, not needing to turn around to see the baffled expression on his face. you turn the faucet off and grab the cloth resting on the oven handle to dry your hands, “good morning, bär. slept well?” you teased gently with a small smile in Toto’s direction. you take an appraising glance of his form; he’s only wearing this pair of pajama pants covered in the mercedes logo (George gifted him those when the team did secret santa last year; Toto said he’d never wear them), leaving his toned torso exposed for your viewing pleasure, sleep lines from his pillow are still faint along his left cheek, and his hair is ruffled like he’s been running his hands through it. your husband nods half-heartedly, and blinks in confusion as he takes in the sight of you in the kitchen.

you're wearing one of his white button-up shirts—half of the buttons are fastened, the sleeves are rolled up and cuffed right above your elbow. you aren’t wearing a bra based on the way he can see how your nipples are pebbled through the shirt, and he assumes you’re only wearing underwear based on your bare legs. your feet are warmed by a pair of black, fuzzy house slippers, the bottom of the shirt rests along the middle of your thighs, and the collar is shifted to the side exposing your collarbone. your hair is free, allowed to rest however it wants to on this winter morning. he starts, making to finally enter the space of the kitchen and give you a proper morning greeting, but notices a smudge of flour along your jawline. and then he sees the baking utensils gathered in the sink, and a rich aroma starts to permeate the air. it smells slightly like coffee and slightly like dark chocolate—it’s sweet. then, it dawned on Toto, you’re baking pumpernickel bread. for him. his heart flutters; you usually sleep as late into the morning as possible, but today, you woke up at an insane hour just to make him his favorite bread from scratch. you’ve always teased him for how difficult he acts about his breakfast treat yet you sacrificed hours of sleep to please him. Toto’s mushy mindset is broken, as you cock your head at him, wondering why he hasn’t responded to you, and the collar of his your shirt shifts and falls to expose the top of your chest. mmm, yes, he should thank you properly.

you don’t even have time to register toto crossing the space between you, before your lips are interlocked in a passionate kiss. a shocked squeal is muffled against toto’s lips, as his large hands hold your waist steady, and your own hand flies up to hold his head. your other hand rises to tap at his chest frantically, as you begin to run out of air, and toto pulls away with an amused chuckle. dazedly, your hand on his chest pulls back to touch your lips, like you needed further verification that he just kissed you. 

Toto smirks, “good morning, schatz.”

you nod unsteadily, “yes—g-good morning.”

your husband laughs louder at your stutter, and tugs you into his chest for a proper hug, rubbing at the nape of your neck with a heavy hand. the two of you stand tangled in the middle of the kitchen, uncaring of how many seconds fly by, and your eyes flutter shut at the relaxing motion of Toto’s massaging hands. 

“i’m going to fuck you on the island, now, “ Toto informs you kindly.

you startle, pulling your head back to stare up at him with wide eyes. his gaze is serious, and you can’t help how your cheeks warm under his attention.

“well…” you murmur, “i’m not going to say no.”

from there, it’s all a rushed haze. you go from having two feet firmly planted on the tiled floor to being lifted and placed on the marble island as toto speeds through unbuttoning your collared shirt. you try to shrug it off, but Toto halts your motions firmly telling you to leave it on. you hum absently and pull him into a kiss. Toto moans into your mouth, and the sound has your hips bucking forwarding to grind against the bulge in his pants. his hands reaches for your left hip and assists you in grinding against him, and a sigh of pleasure parts your lips. the austrian eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, and he tastes a bit of sugar from whatever you snacked on while making his bread. oddly, that causes more of his blood to rush south and he breaks the kiss to lean back and tug your panties off. 

you simultaneously pull his pajama pants down, and squirm happily at the fact that he slept without boxers. Toto gently guides you to lie back on the countertop, and coos softly when you shiver from the cold surface; he’ll warm you up soon. he pulls your panties off from where they were dangling around your right ankle and drops them to the floor, kicking them to the side along with his pants. tugging you forward, your ass rests on the edge of the counter and he leans down to press kisses on your throat.

moaning highly, you crane your neck to expose its full length to his mercy. your right hand tangles in his hair to guide him exactly where you want, your left hand holds at his shoulder for support, with your nails digging into the meat of his muscles. Toto pauses, and pulls back to grab your left hand. a broken whine falls from your lips, and you buck your hips upward searching for friction, the slide of his cock along your folds feels delicious. his knees buckle at the sensation, and he forces your hips back down with his free hand, as he pulls your left hand in front of him to look at it.

“where’s your ring, liebling?” Toto asks, warm eyes focused on your bare ring finger. you laugh disbelievingly, amused and surprised at the fact that he managed to feel the absence of your wedding ring, and pull your hand out of his grasp smoothly. you reach behind you and pluck your ring from its spot on top of your phone, and slide it back on your finger. brandishing your ringed-hand in his eyeline, you impatiently try and buck your hips upward to no avail, his one-handed hold on you is unbreakable. 

“okay! fuck me—now, please,” you demand desperately.

Toto hushes you, and holds your left hand steady. he stares into your eyes as he presses a kiss on the wedding ring he bestowed you with. your cheeks burn hot, and you roll your eyes as if your heart didn’t liquify at the show of devotion. your husband guides himself to your entrance, and pushes in carefully—thankful he fucked you open last night. you whimper softly, tender and sore, but you nod frantically to encourage Toto to push further in. he groans throatily as he bottoms out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and your moan harmonizes at the feeling of fullness. the stretch burns slightly, but you’re more focused on achieving an orgasm than the space he caves out in your walls. 

you squeeze your knees around his waist, and grind up on him to encourage him to move. Toto grabs your left leg, bringing it to rest over his shoulder, while your right leg remains resting on his waist, both fuzzy slippers falling from your feet at the movement. it has him sliding slightly deeper inside you, and a spark of pleasure races up your spine. Toto begins to thrust, setting a quick pace from the get go. he fucked you open eight hours ago and the tightness of your cunt has him considering that he didn’t fuck you well enough. the bruises in the shape of his hands on your hips suggest differently. it’s ridiculous, how lost the two you get in each other’s bodies. your moans are punched out of you with every thrust, his cock dragging against your most pleasurable spot every time he sinks in you. Toto should be embarrassed at how quickly this is ending, but your sounds are too erotic for there to be any other outcome. 

he lays his hand on your navel, gently adding pressure over where he’s reaching inside of you, while his thumb circles rapidly over your clit. your back arches sharply as you screech from the unexpected flare of pleasure, raking your nails down his back in thin red lines as you cum at the added stimulation. it’s a multitude of sensations and emotions that had you hurtling over the edge quicker than you thought possible, and Toto has no choice but to follow you into the abyss, unable to hold back his orgasm at the unbearably hot and wet grasp of your cunt. your husband rocks into you through the afterglow, pausing only when you start to whimper in too much, and not feeling good. staring up at toto with a blissed-out smile and half-lidded eyes, you sigh sweetly as he slips out and leans down to kiss you again. the press of his lips is syrupy sweet and you find yourself getting lost under the feeling of him pouring his love and devotion into you—even though you don’t need the reminder—and the timer you’ve set on your phone blares jarringly causing you and toto to jump apart, startled. 

“what the fuck,” Toto deadpans as you scramble around to turn off the alarm. 

you sigh in relief once the aggravating sound is silenced, and nudge at Toto’s hip with your foot, “well—don’t just stand there! get the bread out before it burns!”

the austrian huffs exaggeratedly, like it’s such a chore, and pulls on the oven mitts to take out the pumpernickel bread adaptation after you direct him to the proper oven, not wanting him to disturb the traditional bread baking. the sight of the known headphone-smashing, hothead mercedes team principal completely naked spare for a pair of oven mitts is amusing, enough that you can’t quiet your snort, uncaring of how Toto glares at you. he places the baking tin on the cooling rack you set to the side, and hums happily at the aroma—even though it’s a far cry from the usual bread he prefers. like the oaf he is, Toto reaches to pull a piece of the fresh pumpernickel to eat, but with lightning quick speed you reach over and slap his hand away before he defiles the bread. 

“aht aht! what do you think you're doing? it needs at least forty-five minutes to cool before you can take a slice,” you scold the grown man.

Toto pouts (astounding, honestly), and then he brightens considerably, a sleazy smirk spreading across his lips, “ah? we have time for a second round then, maybe three…” you laugh hysterically, ignoring the way your stomach flips pleasingly at the suggestion, and slide off the counter, buttoning up your collared shirt, and you bend down to pick up the discarded pieces of clothing lying on the floor, “there’s no way you manage to get hard twice in forty-five minutes, old man–” Toto balks at your words–he’s really not old, or at least not that old, “–however, it’s enough time to finish washing the dishes you distracted me from doing.”

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[verstappensrealwife]

Breaking the contract - Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

fluff, smut.

approx. 1800 words.

warnings: sex, swearing, me not following any sort of time line.

a/n: I tried a new format with more "speech" but i low-key went back to my descriptive ways towards the end... whoops! ----- also i haven't proof read yet :P

lewis hamilton masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

When you signed the contract to join MercedesAMG in 2019, you had also signed that you “would not partake in romantic relations within the team”. That was easy. All because they didn’t say you couldn’t have sexual relations people within the team.

It started in August of 2019, just after the hungarian grand prix there were, of course, big celebratory events to kick off summer break. 

You had held one yourself at your home in Monaco, inviting all the drivers, as well as some other people of course. 

The house, nestled on the cliffs of Monaco overlooking the azure Mediterranean, exuded an air of opulence and sophistication. Its sleek, modern design boasted floor-to-ceiling windows that offered panoramic views of the glittering coastline below. Inside, the décor was a blend of contemporary elegance and minimalist chic, with plush furnishings and tasteful artwork adorning the walls.

 As guests arrived, the sound of laughter and lively chatter filled the air, mingling with the gentle hum of music playing in the background. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the excitement of the recent race and anticipation for the upcoming summer break. Amidst the throng of glamorous guests, you moved with ease, playing the gracious host and ensuring everyone felt welcome in your luxurious abode.

“You know i deserved to win…” Lewis said behind you, you rolled your eyes and spun around. “… It’s true! I mean 0.012 seconds faster is stupid- I should have won.

“Are you not bored of your own voice sometimes?” You asked with a laugh. “Because I am.”

“I’m sure you could get used to it,” He smirked rather flirtily, “In a different context of course…” You looked around to see the rest of the grid, and anyone else who had showed up, to be having a good time, lots of laughs and well… free booze meant lots of chatter to cover up what lewis was whispering in your ear. “Look, love, I know you want something and it’s not gonna be the championship,”

“Oh Lewis, how you underestimate me!” You smile, “I know how to easily distract you from winning,” - he looked at you to carry on - “Well how about… every race you don’t win, you get to make me do anything you want! Tweet something, post something, anything.”

“Anythi-“

“That’s what I said…” You replied, cutting him off before smiling innocently and walking away. He followed eagerly.

“Well- Well- since i’ve not won 5 of the races this year so far do i get those prizes?” he asked, you shrugged and nodded. “And you truly mean ANYTHING I want from you…” - You nod once again- “Meet me upstairs?” 

You smirked and walked away… towards the stairs.

-

And it carried on to 2021 before stopping for a while since Lewis had found- in his words- “The one.”

“The one” also cheated on him in 2023 and left him for you to fix.

Yes despite fucking, you were good friends with him before that and continued to be outside of your agreement.

He came to you first, immediately after she had left. He banged on your wooden doors and as soon as you opened it, he was on you. Kissing you. Holding you. Grabbing you.

“This is to make up for the last 2 years we’ve missed.” He mumbled against your neck as he pushed you towards the nearest surface, kitchen counter. “God how I've missed you— th-this.”

Your top was somewhere near the door, your shorts not far behind, and now you stood legs apart, chest against the cold of the countertops as he fucked you to no end.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, fueled by months, years, of unspoken desires and suppressed emotions. As Lewis's hands roamed hungrily over your skin, every touch ignited a fiery passion that threatened to consume both of you. With each kiss and caress, the weight of the past two years melted away, replaced by a raw and primal need that pulsed between you. Lost in the whirlwind of sensation, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, giving in to the magnetic pull of his touch. The kitchen counter provided a makeshift altar for your reunion, bearing witness to the fervent connection that transcended words. In that fleeting instant, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating dance of bodies and souls intertwined in a desperate embrace. As the echoes of pleasure reverberated through the room, it was clear that this was more than just a physical reunion—it was a soul-deep communion of two hearts seeking solace in each other's arms.

In the hazy aftermath of passion, as the echoes of your shared ecstasy lingered in the air, you found yourselves entwined in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. With each ragged breath, the boundaries between past and present blurred, and for a fleeting moment, you existed in a timeless realm where only the intensity of your connection mattered. 

Lewis's gaze, dark and intense, bore into yours with a raw vulnerability that mirrored your own, laying bare the depths of longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. 

“Well…” You say, “What happened at home?” You giggle at the obscurity of this situation. Now lay on the bed- no you don't remember when you moved from the kitchen to here.

He huffed a laugh back, “She was… not the one.”

-

Sitting in the sweltering Bahrain heat, beads of sweat glistening on your brow, you impatiently awaited the arrival of your helmet, a symbol of the impending battle on the track. The air crackled with anticipation, the thrum of engines and the bustle of the paddock serving as a backdrop to the fevered excitement building within you. Around you, your mechanics moved with precision and purpose, their expert hands ensuring every nut and bolt of your car was meticulously inspected and fine-tuned to perfection. With each passing moment, the tension mounted, a palpable energy that pulsed through the air like an electric current.

And then, as the sun beat down relentlessly, the moment arrived. With a flourish, your helmet was placed in your hands, a potent talisman imbued with the promise of victory. With a steady hand, you secured it in place, the familiar weight settling comfortably on your shoulders like a suit of armour. In that instant, you were no longer just a driver, but a warrior poised for battle, ready to conquer the asphalt and seize glory on the track.

And conquer you did. As the lights went out and the roar of engines filled the air, you surged forward with a fierce determination, every fibre of your being focused on one singular goal: victory. With each corner conquered and each straight conquered, your lead grew, stretching wider and wider with each passing lap. The competition faded into insignificance as you carved through the desert heat like a blazing comet, leaving your rivals in the dust and crossing the finish line with a commanding lead of almost twelve seconds.

As the chequered flag waved in triumph, a surge of adrenaline flooded your veins, mingling with the heady rush of victory and the anticipation of what awaited you beyond the confines of the track. Tonight, amidst the backdrop of celebration and jubilation, you knew that the real race would begin—a battle of passion and desire that would leave you breathless and exhilarated, lost in the fiery embrace of the one who fueled your most primal instincts. With a wolfish grin, you licked your lips in anticipation, the promise of the night ahead igniting a fire within you that burned hotter than the desert sun.

-

As the haze of sleep began to dissipate, Lewis's urgent voice pierced through the fog, pulling you from the depths of slumber into the harsh reality of the moment. With a groan, you rolled over, finding yourself nestled against his side, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the confusion of waking. His words tumbled out in a rush, laden with anxiety and apprehension, as he relayed the unsettling news that threatened to disrupt the fragile equilibrium of your clandestine affair.

Beneath the dim glow of the bedside lamp, you sat up, the cool air of the hotel room sending a shiver down your spine as you focused on the screen of Lewis's phone. The harsh light illuminated the evidence of your indiscretion, casting a harsh spotlight on the secret world you had carefully constructed away from prying eyes. Yet, despite the gravity of the situation, a sense of defiance stirred within you, a stubborn refusal to let fear dictate the course of your actions.

Lewis's words were rushed as he spoke of potential repercussions, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that belied his outward confidence. In that moment, your lips sought his in a tender kiss, a silent reassurance that spoke volumes of unspoken longing and shared intimacy. “Calm down, okay, we will be fine.” You said, trying to reassure the both of you

“But they’ll think we’re a couple and–”

“And that's so bad?” You asked, offended.

“What- wha no no no! God, no. You are… great. More than that you’re perfect and I’d be very willing to break my contract if it means to be with you…” He stopped talking, realising he had said all too much. The weight of Lewis's confession hung heavy in the air, his words a potent blend of vulnerability and longing that stirred something deep within you. In the stark silence that followed, the enormity of his revelation washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you reeling in its wake.

For so long, you had danced on the razor's edge of desire, navigating the treacherous waters of secrecy and deceit with practised ease. Yet, in that moment of unguarded honesty, the facade crumbled, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

With a trembling hand, you reached out to brush away the strands of hair that clung to Lewis's forehead, the touch of your fingertips a tentative gesture of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that threatened to consume you both. In his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own turmoil, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance that resonated deep within your soul.

"Let's keep this to ourselves," you whispered, the words a sacred vow of secrecy and devotion that echoed in the quiet space between you. Lewis nodded in fervent agreement.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions and uncertain futures, you found solace in the knowledge that you were not alone—that together, you would face whatever trials lay ahead, hand in hand, bound by the unbreakable bond of love and shared understanding. And as you leaned into his embrace, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a silent vow of devotion that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

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GOD I AM BAD AT ENDINGS FUCK

anyways <3

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[non-stop-imagines]

Hi ☺️

A little treat for you guys (and a reminder for me) before I got to bed of the requests that I still have coming up via the headers:

Plus two more that I got just before I closed my requests 😁😁:

#new header alert 🚨 #wips #formula 1 #black reader #f1 imagines #formula 1 x black!reader #f1 x black!reader #requests #i love showing these to you guys cause im so proud of them #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #esteban ocon #daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton #toto wolff #oscar piastri

[omgsuperstarg]

Market Day- Toto Wolff x Black! Caribbean Reader

Author's Note: This one shot is based on another function of Caribbean Life. Going to the Market or Farmer's Market to get fresh food for the household is a normal occurrence and Toto decides to tag along with you and assist.

Saturday mornings are usually a staple of your household. That's the day when you head down to the local farmer's market and pick up the much-needed fruits, produce (ground provisions), & seasoning herbs for the meats and fish. Today, you wake at the crack of dawn to get ready. Toto was fast asleep during the summer shutdown taking the much-needed rest from flying for weeks at a time. This is usually a solo trip, so going out and returning in record times is an art form for you.

All that you needed was in your car, you proceed to leave a note so that he knew your whereabouts and with that, you're off for another fruitful Saturday morning.

Mini time skip..........

You're already halfway through your list when your phone begins ringing.

Hello

"Good Morning darling, I see you've left me all alone", your love speaks playfully.

"Morning to you as well Toto. I decided to let you sleep in because GOD KNOWS you need it and market trips have always been a solo task for me. Plus, I'm getting all the ingredients for SOUP SATURDAY!!", you state matter of factly.

"So where are you?", you inquire.

Turn around.

What!?!?", your voice

In doing what's instructed, you observe your boyfriend in some dry-fit shorts, a t-shirt with silver arrow logos, and some aviator shades with sneakers completing his relaxed outfit. Knowing Toto he always wore the love for his team on his sleeve in both figurative and literal senses. He jogs up to you with a bright smile on his face, one that you've come to love in your three years together.

"Im surprised to see you here, I thought you would be sleeping in since Saturdays' are usually my day", you profess as you hand him one of your market bags.

"Well, I couldn't let my darling do her shopping unaccompanied. Not only that it's a perfect way to catch up and spoil yourself with the florals you admire soo much", the statuesque man states with his accented speech seeping into your bones.

"Well, there's still a few more things that need to be purchased and since I already have meat seasoned for cooking, I say when we arrive home I can make us some soup. Judging the clouds it's going to be a heavy rain shower." you speak observing the bleak sky.

"Ahhh yes, soup is always comforting on a rainy day," he says smiling.

A fruitful trip was completed, you both were now home and cutting up vegetables for a hearty lunch. Dancehall and Soca music is blasting throughout the kitchen which is typical of a Saturday Morning. Toto observes you dancing along to the music and even finds himself nodding along to its infectious beat.

"So its always this noisy when you're back home?", he inquires as he sits near the granite countertop.

"Yes, this is a pretty normal vibe for a Caribbean household. Sometimes I would do my Saturday chores on a Friday so I wouldn't have to and the second Saturday or whenever the funds arrive would be market day. After coming home, I would assist my grandma in making soup, my favorite is Chicken foot and I would add ramen noodles to it as well. Early afternoon we would either bake homemade bread or coconut bake'', you profess wistfully as you think of your island home.

"I think that's quite sweet and I'm glad that you're able to share this part of your life with me,'' he confessed.

"I hope I can drag your butt for Trinidad & Tobago Carnival, get some seasoning in you as well as a little more colour, the fangirls I know would appreciate it, me being a major one," you say as you shut the stove off and begin to distribute the food.

The rain finally came down as you both began to eat, the warmness of the soup filling your soul, and the man sharing his love making you feel even more cozy.

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[queeniekiy]

Formula 1 Masterlist 2

Fernando Alonso

Daddy Not Nando - dad!Fernando Alonso  

Mick Schumacher

Sebastian Vettel

Toto Wollf

#f1 x black!reader #sebastian vettel x reader #fernando alonso x black!reader #mick schumacher x black!reader #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #mick schumacher #toto wolff #toto wolff x black!reader

[alexiavettel]

✧ hello, welcome to my blog!! ✧

here you will find all my stories, whether short and long fanfics or one-shots.

my taglist <3

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⇝ i’m 18 years old (April 12th <3)

⇝ proud slytherin and Hades daughter

⇝ ENTJ (if that means something to you)

⇝ mercedes girl (and rbr hater 🫶)

⇝ english is not my first language so i apologise in advance for any typos and/or mistakes

⇝ everything that happens in my texts is purely fictional

⇝ all texts have warnings of possible triggers along with the synopsis, if you believe there is any trigger not mentioned please send me a message

the main focus of this blog, i intend to write for a few drivers i feel comfortable and they are:

⇨ Charles Leclerc

⇨ Daniel Ricciardo

⇨ Carlos Sainz

⇨ George Russell

⇨ Lance Stroll

⇨ Toto Wolff (maybe)

Love under contract

synopsis: Your father, Lawrence Stroll, and basically your boss have a good opportunity of linking Aston Martin with Ferrari’s stocks. But for that Binotto demanded you, first driver of your dad’s formula one team, with your impeccable reputation start a fake relationship with the Ferrari’s golden boy Charles Leclerc. Which happens to have a not so good popularity, publicly cheating on with his ex girlfriend plenty of times and being a complete asshole with his ex teammate, Sebastian Vettel, who now is your teammate.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

status: ongoing

last updated: 23/07/2023

danny ric with kids (pics)

Ten things I hate about you

synopsis: Daniel Ricciardo is insufurable, adorable to everyone but you. Through the years you gathered ten reasons to explain your hate towards him. But be careful, the line between love and hate is thin.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

status: complete; one-shot

boyfriend material (pics)

coming soon

boyfriend material (pics)

coming soon

Fear is made of ice

synopsis: Growing up in Montreal meant you have to choose: ice figure skating or hockey. Your family and the Stroll are ones of the most influentes of the country, and unfortunately this includes Lance Stroll. What happens when you suffer an accident and now have to train with the most unbearable hockey player?

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader (au)

status: complete; one-shot

i will only write for Joel (yes, i have played the two games and love the HBO series)

coming soon

i may write about:

⇨ Sirius Black

⇨ Regulus Black

⇨ Remus Lupin

⇨ James Potter (maybe)

⇨ Severus Snape (maybe)

coming soon

one-shots or short fics about actors, i may write about:

⇨ Pedro Pascal

⇨ Oscar Isaac

⇨ Chris Evans

⇨ Henry Cavill

⇨ James McAvoy

⇨ Tom Hiddleston

coming soon

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[rosemoncherie]

no air: t.wolff.

pairing: toto wolff x black f!reader

summary: It was so wrong for you to feel this way for your Boss but when he looked at you, all your inhibitions left and thoughts of him wanting you just as you wanted him consumed you.

warning: MINORS DNI, NSFW, mild smut, choking, minor dirty talk, thigh riding, dry humping, minor rough handling.

note: repost from my main page.

w.c: 876

tags: @queenshikongo3 @babyflowa07 @nomnomnibblenibble @bekindbecoolbeyou @susiewlff @scorpiobleue @paprikabadger @ricciardosheart @f1-hoff @misswolff @simpforpierre @playgurlxoxo

“What are you doing? Hmm!” He cussed at you as you backed further into his office. Your hips swayed which allured him even further. There was no fear in your eyes as he stalked you like prey.

“Oh come on, we’ve been playing this game for far too long don’t you think?” You licked your crimson red stained lips. Your Halle Berry’s cat woman costume had done its job. At a work Halloween party at the factory, you had decided to put your charms to their full effects on your boss, Toto Wolff. Since his divorce was finalised - you did not feel any type of guilt for letting your sexual attraction towards him be known and whilst he wanted to play coy like he wasn’t attracted to you - you decided that you were done playing games.

“I’m your boss YN for fuck sake!” He growled but he reached out to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his body.

“But you can’t deny it can you?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and untied the Zorro mask on his face and let it fall to the ground. You loved seeing his eyes closely. They were the gates to his true feelings and he could not hide those from you.

Toto wanted you and it was weighing on him to keep it bay and you wanted to bring that carnal instinct out of him. You moved the cat mask from your face and sunk your gloved cat claws into his cheeks and pulled him closer, tracing your lips with his.

“You make me lose control. I can’t have that around me.” He spoke against your lips. You smirked as you felt his hands trail down your back and move to cup your ass, groaning softly at the soft feel of your cheeks. For years, he had dreamt of touching you like this. You nibbled on his jawline, your lips following a path to his ear before you gave his earlobe a kitten lick.

“Stop fighting it. I want you to take me.” You lured him. “Just the way you want.”

Your words broke the dam.

He pushed you against the wall and just as your arms moved away from his hair to his shoulders, his large hand came around your neck and squeezed. The tiny gasp of surprise that left you, urged him further on as he hiked his knee in between your legs and pressed his thigh against your cunt. The squeeze of his hand around your throat filled you with need you soon relented - reaching towards him regardless of his restraint on you.

The tightness in your breathing airwaves seemed to set your body aflame as your pussy throbbed and begged for attention. The spark in your eyes pulled Toto further as he finally gave you the relief that you had been silently begging for. His body gave into yours as he captured your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue breached into yours before moving to suck on your bottom lip.

Before you could stop yourself, you began to grind against his leg. The ache was becoming too much to bear and you needed some relief. The shock of your movements caused him to stop and pull away from your lips. You whimpered at the loss and opened your eyes.

“Please.” You pleaded as you heaved, trying to regain control of your breathing but your hips did not stop moving.

“Such a needy fucking slut aren’t you?” The drawl of his accent sent electric shocks to your clit and aroused you even more.

“Squeeze harder.” You whispered as the muscles in the pit of your stomach began to tighten.

He followed your instruction and tightened his restraint on your throat. Your eyes closed as the loss of the oxygen from your brain triggered your orgasm. He bruised your lips once more with full force. Your claws dug into his shoulders, causing some discomfort but nothing he couldn’t handle. His dick was so hard, the brush of fabric could make him cum in his pants at any moment. It was pretty pathetic but watching you lose yourself on his thigh was so damn hot, he couldn’t be blamed.

You were gasping for air as you deepened the kiss with your impending climax.

“I’m going to cum!” You hissed through your shortened breaths with a dangerous moan quickly being emitted from deep within your throat suffocating you, Toto pressed his body into you, your legs intertwining further and begin lifted off the ground as your orgasm plummeted through your body. Your body seized as you became lightheaded as euphoria besieged you.

Through the white noise, you could hear the soothing words of Toto as he finally pulled his hand away from your throat, allowing for air to reach your brain.

“You did so good for me my love. Looked so good coming for me.” He picked you up into his arms and began walking towards his executive bedroom that you knew was located behind the trophy shelf. You hid your face in his neck placing kisses on his open neck.

There was no hiding anymore, you had given him the greenlight and he was going to ruin every single inch of you.

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[hookhausenschips]

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[lunawritingspaceoxoxxx]

Chosen Snippet 2

in response of the poll, I wanted to give another sneakpeak

Toto Wolff x Black Reader (FC: Keke Palmer)

“Look, I know what I did was childish, but a break? You did nothing wrong, I was the one who made this stupid mistake, let me prove myself that I’m the right man for you. Y/N, I love you, I truly do, just tell me whatever I need to do to make you happy again.” He could hear you sigh, probably pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s not my job to tell you what you need to do, I can’t always give you the answers. I love you, I truly do, but I can’t deal with this wishy-washy nonsense anymore.” Toto scoffed, a much nicer way of calling through your bluff as he popped open a bottle aged whiskey. “I would trust you, but how are you gonna work on your issues? I feel this is a very rushed thought process. Is there someone else?” “No there’s not—why are you making assumptions Torger? Is that what we’re doing now, making up assumptions so you can somehow pin the blame onto me when you messed up? Look I’m done with you, call me when you’re calm and actually ready to have adult conversation.” The Austrian billionaire sighed the dial tone, rubbing his eyes as he looked over at the mountains. You were right. Absolutely right and maybe it’s because he's a billionaire and with a snap of his fingers, he could get anything or anyone in the palms of his hand. Both in the height of their careers, especially with their positions, their attention was demanded when being summoned for certain things.

#toto wolff x black reader #formula 1 #f1 x black reader

[mauvecherie-writes]

anyway so no update today guys 💀💀 I over slept during my nap after work sksksk

But if you send me some smutty thots, we can be whores until my actual bed time 💕

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[httpsserene]

Toasty pt 2 teaser?

not even a hi? how's your day? how are you doing? how is life treating you?

nah lol here you go (i've gotten six (6 !!!) requests for a part two, i'm doing it y'all i promise)

a switch has been flipped in your brain—you’ve become more than insatiable for your husband. after he railed you on the counter for making his favorite bread, baking has become your entire personality. the way Toto looked at you after he tried your first attempt at an authentic pumpernickel bread changed the way your brain fires. the mix of love and lust that filled his gaze had awoken an innate instinct within you: you need to have this man’s babies.

you’ve always claimed to be an independent woman, your dream was never to be reduced to a man’s accessory. but, for Toto? for the way he looked at you as he had his first taste of your pastry? you’d set feminism back for a hundred-years to keep getting fucked like that for the rest of your life. you spent an ungodly amount of money (Toto’s money) on baking utensils, and you’ve pretty much been running a bakery out of your kitchen. it’s like every few hours you’re shoving a pastry down your husband’s throat, eagerly awaiting his praise for each creation you seem to perfectly bake each time. 

off-handedly around a mouthful of cinnamon sugar knots you baked, Toto moaned at how the dessert melted on his tongue, seemingly in a daze when he murmured, “i’m going to get you pregnant if you keep baking like this.”

you laughed at his unexpected outburst, brushing it off as Toto hyperbolizing how great the dessert was. however, it was like the words infected your brain–every waking hour, you constantly thought about having his kids. and it definitely didn’t help that once Toto heard you set a timer to allow your newest pastry to bake, he’d be tearing your clothes off and fuck you on the nearest surface. the kitchen island is a favorite, but there was an instance wear he took you on the floor—he claimed to be too old to be fucking you on a tiled floor, but you were more concerned with fantizing him fucking a baby into you.

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[weirdingone]

Here it is! The first chapter of the Toto Wolff fic I’ve been fighting with myself over. Nothing but respect for Susie and Toto but this idea was literaly keeping me up at night. I keep telling myself its just a story but I’m shy and nervous about posting this :b

It’s finished but I’ll post chapters maybe weekly or whenever I remember lol. Doing some final edits still. 

Anyways enjoy! Be nice uwu

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