#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!

tags: @queenshikongo3 @bluesole16 @christinabae @aisharmi @hoziersfairy @queenzee27 @omgsuperstarg @lewisroscoelove @itsyagirlmeee @joviallljas @serpenttines-library @hrlzy @sugardontbesweet @tallrock35 @tian-monique @f1-hoff @peyiswriting @thewolffswife @mochiminimoni @bekindbecoolbeyou @xoscar03 @kenbechillin @rehenys @hellomadamebutterfly

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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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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.

[mauvecherie-writes]

‼️ A NEW LOOK AT THE MASTERLIST ‼️

STARTED: 01:05:2020

UPDATED: 23:01:2024

Lewis Hamilton Masterlist.

Women Masterlist. 

Toto Wolff Masterlist.

Florian Munteanu Masterlist.

Lewis Tan Masterlist. 

ONE SHOTS: new to old

Tell Me What You Want

Nights Like This: Pedro Pascal

A Little Needy: Henry Cavill

Do You Miss Me?: Pablo Schreiber 

Icing On The Cake: Henry Cavill

Company: Odell Beckham Jr

Stay The Night: Diggy Simmons

The Bodyguard: Benicio Del Toro. 

Home This Christmas: Michael B Jordan. 

Sing In Fellatio: Zeeko Zaki.

Summer Breeze: Dylan O’Brien.

A Capricorn Rebirth: Chance Perdomo.

MOVIE/TV CHARACTERS :

Open Wide: Erik Killmonger 

Bury The Seed: Thor Odinson

Betrothed: Thor Odinson

In The Night: Billy Lee

The Sun Will Shine Upon Her: Poem

Touch Me: Henry Cavill

Tell Me What You Want: James McAvoy

Showers: Michael Fassbender

Back To Bed: Chris Hemsworth 

Fingers: Zeeko Zaki

Insatiable: Pablo Schreiber

Motive: Tyler Leplay

Tears On My Pillow: Oscar Isaac

Destined Souls: [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five] COMPLETED!

Electric - Pablo Schreiber: [One] DISCONTINUED

[httpsserene]

Hiiii

I just got done reading your masterpiece with the Austrian bread and got an idea.

What about the making of Aussie kids? Reader would have a baby fever and Toto would immediately be like ‘let’s make one’ and reader would cry out ‘ but I’m on birth control’

Pure chaos and smut

Sending positive vibes

𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐭. 𝐰𝐨𝐥��𝐟

𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

summary: don’t bake a man’s favorite bread unless you want to have his kids. it’s a good thing you’re desperate to do exactly that. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. kitchen sex. pregnancy kink. baby fever. unprotected sex. vaginal sex. creampie. implied masturbation. implied age gap. reader and toto are married. breeding kink (i guess)? birth control. actual pregnancy. beta read by @biancathecool pairing: toto wolff x fem!black!reader genre: written fic (1.8k words).

from serene: here’s the part two to toasty, i hope it satisfies the requests i got for this! i personally don’t understand the thirst some of you have for toto but, i do respect it. maybe one day i’ll see what y’all do or somebody can educate me on it but, i do hope y’all are pleased with this one xxx

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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 how 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 become a man’s accessory, or housewife, or tradwife. 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. Every few hours you’re shoving a pastry down your husband’s throat, eagerly awaiting his praise for each creation you seem to bake perfectly. 

Off-handedly around a mouthful of cinnamon sugar knots you baked, Toto moaned at the dessert melting 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 didn’t help that once Toto heard you set a timer for the oven, he’d be tearing your clothes off and fucking you on the nearest surface. The kitchen island is a favorite, but there was an instance where he took you on the floor. Afterward, he claimed to be too old for sex on tiled floors, but you were too busy imagining growing a baby in your belly to care.

The severity of your baby fever is only realized when you reach into your nightstand to take your birth control and...you hesitate. You’re on the last week of pills, you should message your clinic to get a refill. Imagine a child, a mixture of you and Toto. And, you’re aware that pregnancy can be rough but you’d finally be able to decorate that spare room into a nursery instead of letting it collect dust. A baby; a combination of your best halves. Would they have your deeper skin tone, or Toto’s height, or your curls, or his nose, or your eyes? You could have your baby cradled to your chest as you bake for your husband, their father—

“Schatz?” Toto calls in question from his side of the bed, eyes concerned through the lens of his glasses, “You froze, are you okay?”

You shake the thoughts from your head, the smile you give him is slightly strained. You complete the monotonous motion of swallowing tonight’s allocated contraception with a sip of water. Tossing the packet back in the drawer, you speak, “Yes, I’m fine. I just realized that I need to order more birth control.”

His eyes examine your expression for a moment before he nods and offers a simple, “Hm.” in response. Toto fixed his eyes back on the book in front of him, and you ignore the disappointment that burns in your chest. Sighing mutely, you grab your phone and request a refill in your clinic’s online portal.

The next morning you’re awoken by Toto sweetly petting you awake, his thumb tracing lightly along your cheekbone. He murmurs an apology as he reveals that he’s going to be trapped in the home office today with back-to-back meetings concerning the looming Formula One season. You pouted even while you nodded your understanding, pleading for a kiss before you lost his attention for the day, which Toto happily divulged.

You busy yourself, prepping Toto’s favorite pastry and setting it to bake in the oven as early as possible. As a caring wife, you prepare meals for him and slip into his room to deliver them knowing he would forget to eat if you didn't remind him. You make sure his coffee never runs low, even if you switched to decaf after the second mug—he shouldn’t have too much caffeine at his age, you’d like to grow old with him eventually. To your dismay, Toto did not lie about being locked in the office. He was sequestered within those four walls well past sunset and as a result, you’ve produced enough baked goods in your free time to power the entire Mercedes factory for a week.

“I think we are going to have to discuss a limit for how many things you can bake in a day, schatz,” your husband sounds from the kitchen entryway, an awe-filled look on his face as he sees the bakery you’ve created. 

“The pumpernickel bread is still baking—would you like a cinnamon roll instead? Or a chocolate chip cookie? Or could I interest you in a slice of apple pie?”

You’re well aware that your curls are a mess in the loosely fastened bun dangling low on your head, you probably have streaks of flour and other various baking ingredients on your face mirroring the dirty surface of your apron. The unhinged baker aesthetic you’ve suddenly adopted is pulled together by the wide grin splayed across your lips. 

“I could eat all three,” Toto hums, his eyes darkening as he approaches you in the kitchen, fingers rushing to untie your apron, “—If you can help me work up an appetite.”

Various baked goods are shoved out of the way to make space for you to be bent over the island. Your flushed brown skin is cooled by the marble surface, nipples hardening quickly at the temperature but, it doesn’t stop you from spreading your legs and helping Toto tug your panties to the side underneath your skirt. He’s quick to press a finger within your entrance and pauses when the slide is too easy.

You squirm desperately, whining when Toto halts your hips from rocking backward on his hand.

“Schatz,” Toto murmurs, his free hand palming at your ass, “Did you—”

“Yes!” You cut him off, stomping at the delay, “I got bored waiting for things to bake—I’m ready, just fuck me.”

Thankfully, Toto is quick to listen to you and substitute his finger for his cock, his slacks unzipped enough to pull himself out. At the stretch, your eyes roll back and you lose the strength to hold your head up, letting it fall to press against the cool marble. You feel your husband still his hips but you reach your hand backward to grasp at his pressed dress shirt, using your grip to tug him forward, a non-verbal cue for him to keep sinking into you. He curses lowly and leans downward to rest his head on the back of your neck, pressing the remaining few inches inside.

Twin moans of pleasure are exhaled into the kitchen, Toto’s hands move to hold your waist, his clasp on your skin tight, reflecting the force he’s mustering to refrain from fucking into you without your approval. The burn from his girth fades quickly replaced by the feeling of fullness you’ve become addicted to. You roll your hips softly, moaning shakily at the drag of his length within you and Toto meets your rhythm smoothly. 

He fucks into you deeply, grunting on every other thrust in, you feel the breath of his chuckle ghost across your back when you fall limp in his hands; he’s well aware that you enjoy sitting pretty and taking what he gives you. Your cunt clings to his cock, the plush heat trying its hardest to disallow Toto from exiting, urging him to stay buried inside of you as he scrapes directly over your most sensitive points. 

Your husband straightens himself upright, pressing you firmly down on the counter with a hand in the middle of your back, his other hand slipping around to rest on your navel while keeping your hips angled upward for a better angle.

His thrusts become rougher and you can only scramble to hold on to the island, hands slipping from the sweat accumulated on your palms and skin. Your mouth is parted, drooling from the corner of your lip, chest heaving as you struggle to breathe through his thrusts, moans and gasps punched out of your chest, his cock hardened and pulsing within you, and your curls bouncing out of your bun and sticking to your back and forehead from the heat.

Toto’s hand presses into your belly, and he pants lowly, “You feel me right in here—I’m going to put a baby in you, schatz.”

You shudder in his arms, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to reply, and you swear you feel yourself become wetter at the image your husband planted in your mind.

“You can’t,” you whine out roughly, whimpering as the force of his thrusts rocks you up across the island, the ledge digging into your hips, “ah—’m on birth control!”

He grunts dismissively, patting his hand on your belly as his rough thrusts are exchanged for deep grinds, hitting places that send tantalizing rushes of pain along with pleasure up your spine, “Okay,” Toto huffs, “Stop taking it.”

You mean to ask clarifying questions, but he doesn’t let you get a word in as he continues to ramble about getting you pregnant.

“Fuck, I’m going to give you a baby, yes?” “—Going to be so pretty carrying our child.” “You’ll be such a good mum.”

The last one pushes you over the edge harshly, your nerves burning at the white-hot flash of pleasure, the sounds of Toto following you muffled to your ears as your orgasm floods your senses. You feel a dampness on your cheeks and it takes Toto wiping it away to realize you’re crying. His hips continue to slowly grind deeply within you, his cum painting your walls, and he pulls you upwards to press your lips together.

“You were serious,” your voice cracks embarrassingly as you moan the words into Toto’s lips, “About the birth control?”

“Yes,” your husband answers confidently, his words supported by a firm thrust of his cock that makes your eyes roll and body shiver, “If that’s what you want, of course.”

You hum, pleased at his response, “You need to remind me to call the clinic tomorrow to cancel my refill order.”

Toto grumbles incoherently, more concerned with toying with your nipples and kissing along your collarbone, “Yes, schatz—can you go again? I want to put a baby in you as quickly as possible. You would look so beautiful with a bump, no?”

5 weeks later you run out of the bathroom and leap into your husband's arms, brandishing a positive pregnancy test wildly. 

You laugh gleefully, tears of joy forming in your waterline, “I guess both of us are bakers now!”

“What?” Toto offers confused, trying to still your arm to grab the test.

“Both of us are bakers now! You put a bun in my oven!”

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Breaking the contract - Lewis Hamilton x Driver!Reader

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ʚɞ in which... driver!reader and lewis make a deal... ʚɞ fluff, smut  ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 1800 words ʚɞ warnings: sex, swearing, me not following any sort of time line.

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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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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.

[alexiavettel]

✧ hello, welcome to my blog!! ✧

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

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⇝ i’m 18 years old (April 12th <3)

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⇝ 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

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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

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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)

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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)

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i may write about:

⇨ Sirius Black

⇨ Regulus Black

⇨ Remus Lupin

⇨ James Potter (maybe)

⇨ Severus Snape (maybe)

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

⇨ James McAvoy

⇨ Tom Hiddleston

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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.

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“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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“If you wouldn’t be gossiping, you could be actually winning some 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 racing and us” Toto tapped on his tablet 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. 

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Business Affairs.

pairing: Toto Wolff x Black OC!Natalia Danon.

summary: The CFO of Mercedes Benz, Natalia Danon (Portrayed by Jasmine Tookes) and CEO and Team Principal of Mercedes AMG-PETRONAS Formula One team are to work in proximity with each other, they come to blows but the chemistry between them is undeniable. Will they work out or will their stubbornness be too blinding?

tags: office romance, slow burn, sexual tension, established relationship per say, business talk (i am going to waffle out of my ass), plot building, stubborn people to lovers?, funny, fluff, eventual smut.

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There have been very few times the Brackley factory has ever been this chaotic. Staff were on edge, rushing around, trying to prepare for the arrival of one of the most important people within the entire company. The chatter amongst staff was one of nervousness and excitement as this would be their first visit to the factory.

“She’ll be here in five minutes. Is everything and everyone ready for her arrival?” Sophie Hunt, the General Manager asked her assistant, Jo.

“Yes. The executive board is already waiting for her in conference room one.”

“Good. She’s going to be with us for a year. It’s important for us to make a good impression from the beginning.”

“I don’t think it’s us who will be an issue. It’s the Wolf we’re worried about.” Jo mumbled which caused Sophie to sigh as she fixed the sleeves of her blouse.

“That’s what I’m worried about. You never know where his head is at. Did you speak to him this morning?”

“According to Nadia, he’s running late.” Jo replied.

“Just what we fucking need.” Sophie hissed through her teeth, exasperated. “The CEO is late when the CFO of the parent company is about to arrive.”

“His nanny was stuck in traffic and didn’t make it there in time.” Jo went on to explain. It made sense. Toto never left his home unless he knew his son was in the hands of the entrusted caretaker. Before Sophie could even process her next thought, the crackling of her walkie talkie rang through the air.

“She’s here. Copy.”

“Copy. Thank you, Gina.”

Sophie and Jo rushed to the front of the building and down the steps of the entrance. They stood beside each other as they watched the white Maybach bent around the corner. The sleek car came to a stop and all Sophie could hope for was that everything went accordingly.

-

The door of the Maybach opened and her black stilettos hit the tarmacked ground. Standing to her full height, she adjusted her skirt and then moved the sunglasses away from her eyes.

Natalia took in the appearance of the building in front of her. She had always been a fan of the design of the factory - the modern minimalist style incorporated into the industrial architecture brought a certain uniqueness that she was fond of.

“Thank you Dimitri.” Natalia said to her personal driver and bodyguard as she took her personal and work bag from his hands.

“Ma’am.” He nodded his head in response. “Are you sure that you will be fine on your own?”

“Yes Dimitri. I'll only be here for a few hours and you’ll be back to collect me. So please, tell Halima to stop blowing up my phone. I will be fine.” She understood the reluctance of her personnel to leave her on her own but she was a little peeved. It wasn’t like she was visiting somewhere foreign to her.

Dimitri sighed, letting the issue drop but he stayed by her side until she was standing in front of the two women waiting for her.

“Good morning, Miss Danon. It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Sophie’s hand reached forwards for Natalia to shake. She shook her hand and then moved to shake Jo’s.

“Lovely to meet you both. What are your names?”

“I am Sophie Hunt, General Manager and this is Jo Ridgefield, my assistant. We will be your liaison for your time with us.”

“That’s good to hear.” Natalia gave the ladies a pleasant smile which seemed to put them at ease. Her natural radiance seemed to put off some of the rumours both women had heard about her. Nicknamed the “Diva of Finance”, Natalia was known to have a no nonsense approach and for a lot of people, they found that intimidating.

As Natalia walked through the halls of the factory, her heels clicked against the tiled floors and people turned their heads to look at her. Every room that she entered, Natalia attracted attention, that was just her aura. She always held her head up high. The way she dressed was so elegant and she didn’t just walk, she waltzed.

Despite her slender stature, her personality was a big one and people didn’t like that and her. She knew who she was and no one could change that.

So she didn’t mind the looks. They could keep looking for all she cared.

When she entered the conference room, the people stood to her attention and she loved seeing it each and every time. Having men, in particular, awaiting for her next command warmed her blood.

“Gentlemen, good morning,” She spoke with a bright smile. “Thank you for meeting with me today. I just needed to break the ice with all of you.” Her eyes surveyed the room and she saw almost everyone on the executive board, except one.

A slight frown creased her eyebrow. “And where is Mr Wolff?” Natalia quietly asked, which caused Sophie to step forward from behind her.

“Mr Wolff had a family matter that caused his delay.”

“Is everything okay?” Natalia asked with a slight frown of worry.

“Yes, he’s on his way.”

Natalia sighed nodding her head as her body relaxed before she faced the rest of the room once more. “Well, we can’t waste our time waiting for him. I’m sure that all of you are busy. This is just an introductory meeting.”

She sat down at the head of the table and listened intently as each person gave a detailed description of their roles. Her role for the year was to look over the financial budget of the company, making sure that the funds were being allocated appropriately, alongside with helping find new investors and sponsorships. Money was her language and she knew the talk well.

Thirty minutes later, the meeting was adjourned and Natalia felt a little lighter, having met everyone meant that the initial awkwardness of a new person to the team was skipped before the true work started. She wanted everyone within the company to be comfortable around and not feel intimidated.

God she hated that word. If she could ban the word from being used in her presence, she would.

“Hey Jo, can you please direct me to Toto’s office?” Natalia asked which seemed to have frazzled Jo’s brain by the slight look of confusion adorning her face.

“I was asked to take you to your office Ma’am. Mr Wolff is still out by three minutes.”

“I’d rather wait for him in his office and I’m sure that he can take me to my office after. I don’t want to keep you away from your duties any longer.”

“Are you sure?“ She hesitantly questioned and Natalia understood why. Jo did not want to upset her boss by going against given orders.

“It’s okay, I promise. If anyone gives you trouble for it, tell them, I sent you away.” Silently, Jo agreed and did as she was asked.

The first thing that Natalia noticed when she entered the spacious and naturally lit office, was the lingering scent of Toto’s cologne. Notes of cedarwood and earthy musk filled the space - reminding her of a time she wished to so desperately forget.

She wandered around his space, taking in the accomplishments and memorabilia hanging on the walls. Many pictures of a happy Toto smiling alongside important figures and his team were framed up surrounding a glass case of the important trophies.

She ran her fingers along the wooden grain of the solid oak desk. On the desktop were more personal pictures of him with his children, people who she assumed to be close friends and individual pictures with every driver on the team.

“Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise?” His accented voice reached her ears. Natalia lifted her head and came face to face with the man himself. Toto was dressed in his typical fashion of a white button down shirt with some black slacks and instead of office brogues, he opted for a pair of all black tennis shoes. The sleeves of his shirt were already rolled up which was something that he preferred, she noticed.

Natalia always wondered if Toto ever bothered to fix his hair when he rolled out of bed since the brown locks were always disheveled. But it suited him. For all of his wealth and authority, he was a pretty rugged guy who didn’t put too much thought into his appearance.

“Toto. How nice of you to finally join us.” Even though she had been given a reason for his absence, Natalia couldn’t help but throw the quip.

“Apologies, Schatzi. Sometimes situations are out of our hands but I tried to make my way to you as fast as I possibly could.” Her eyes unconsciously rolled to the back of her head. Natalia hated hearing that word coming from his lips because of how it made her feel. Since their first meeting, the nickname just slipped from his lips and it has since stuck and she can’t seem to shake it off. Doesn’t even matter that in the hierarchy of things, she was technically his superior - their age gap and experience put them worlds apart in a sense.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’ve met with the rest of your executive board and we got acquainted with each other. Any and all financial decisions are to be through me.”

“Yes, I am well aware of that.” He didn’t mean for his tone to come off as standoffish but she knew that it was never nice to hear that you’re being audited and put under the microscope. Natalia knew that he didn’t mean it, so she let the tone of the comment fly past her head.

He placed his briefcase onto his desk before he moved around the desk to her side. Leaning against the hard oak with his arms folded across his chest. Her eyes couldn’t help but take in the way the fabric of his white shirt expanded to accommodate his blushing muscles. She took in a deep breath through her nose before she turned her attention to focus on his face.

“I’m not here to step on any toes.” Natalia soothed. “I just want to make this easier for everyone involved. Better me on your ass than external auditors.”

“Is that an offer?” His eyebrow quirked upwards insinuating a double entendre to her words which resulted in him receiving a deadpan expression from Natalia.

“It is entirely too early to be joking like this Torger.”

“Never too early for you Schatzi. You’re just too easy to rile up.” Toto smirked as his eyes zoned in on her red stained lips. He’s never admitted it but he loved the way she said his full name. She would pronounce every letter but her accent added a seductive tinge he loved the drawl of.

“Anyway!” Natalia clapped her hands together and moved away from him. “For the next year, we are working closely with each other and I hope we - and I mean you - can keep it professional.”

“I’ll try my best but to be completely honest …” Toto licked his lips, enjoying the way Natalia seemed to be on her toes as she stood in the middle of his office. “I will find it very hard but I’ll try my best.”

She decided not to dignify him with an answer. Toto loved going back and forth with her, it was a kick that he got from their interactions. She should know that by now.

“Walk me to my office.” Natalia walked to the door but she didn’t hear his footsteps following so she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, “It wasn’t a question.”

The two stood in silence eyeing each other. She could feel his eyes taking in every inch of her and it was unnerving. Very few people were able to get under her skin but Toto was one of the few who had the rare ability to throw her off.

Natalia resented him for that.

Toto was the first to move, he stood and her gaze followed him until he was at his full height. Natalia was above the average height for women but as she stood close to Toto, she was dwarfed in size.

They walked side by side and alone the way, Natalia quietly observed the way he interacted with his employees. It was refreshing to watch a leader not be feared by his subordinates. As much as Toto was an unfathomable force within the business world, seeing him so laid back and smiling more than usual was fascinating in the best sense.

However, those thoughts will never be outwardly shared.

“Here we are.” He spoke softly as he came to a stop. They were still on the same floor on opposite ends, Natalia was closer to the Finance and Accounting department. “It’s similar to mine but it’ll need your touch.”

“I’ll only be here for a year. I don’t think I need to decorate it that much.” She shrugged it off.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll be here for the majority of your time with us. I’d like you to cultivate a space you’re comfortable in.”

“Oh.” She bashfully uttered as her cheeks softly warmed. “Well, thank you.” Her hand was on the door handle as she swung it open.

“Are you going to let me in?” He asked and that small moment of gratitude that she had was gone.

“Unfortunately no. I have some calls and e-mails to attend to. I’m sure that you have a packed schedule.”

“It can wait.” He shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the door frame.

“Goodbye, Mr Wolff.”

“Looking forward to working with you Miss Danon.”

“I’m sure you do.” Natalia left hun standing by the door as she closed the door and ventured inwards into her office.

Just a few minutes of being around him had left Natalia reeling, how was she supposed to last the year ?

Not a fucking clue, she thought.

.

“Schatzi - Austrian slang for sweetheart/darling”

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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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The Wolff Pack (Mr. and Mrs. Wolff pt.2)

Warnings: innuendos, cursing, bad grammar, poorly translated German

Pt.1

Sunday (race day) :

Monday night:

Two weeks later

Y/N: Hello GQ. I'm Y/N YM/N Wolff

Toto: and I'm Toto Wolff

Y/N: you mean Torger Christian Wolff. We're using our government names today, babe. No nicknames.

Toto: y/n, please.

Y/N (giggling) : okay, okay. I'm sorry, you guys can cut that part out.

Y/N and Toto: and today we'll be doing the GQ's couple quiz to see how well we know each other.

Producer: who's going first?

Toto: Y/N is always first in my life so her.

Y/N: awww, he's trying to butter me up incase he gets anything wrong!

[Toto shakes his head]

Y/N: Okay first question. When did we first meet?

Toto: At the 2018 Austin GP

Y/N: ehhh wrong answer forehead!

Toto: schatz, I'm right. You were invited by Ferrari and you had on their merchandise and a beautiful red jacket and your hair was down. You were passing by Mercedes Hospitality and we smiled at each other and you gave me a tiny wave.

Y/N: babe... what? I- wait, its coming back to me now. What how did you remember that?

Toto: How could I forget? You looked absolutely radiant in that hideous ferrari red, a hard feat to pull off.

Y/N: (giggling) awww. Give him two points for this one. Okay, next question: what is my favourite look on you?

Toto: mein Geburtstagsanzug

[Subtitle: my birthday suit]

Y/N: benehmen

[Subtitle: behave]

Toto: okay, serious answer now. You love me in a good button down, pleated pants and my glasses.

Y/N: yes, I could literally eat you up when you wear that.

Toto: and you're telling me to behave?

Y/N: babe, you're worse than me but anyways! Next question, what is my go to soda order?

Toto: this has to be a trick question because you don't drink soda. You only indulge in green juices and smoothies. Your favourite is a kale, spinach and beet smoothie with almond milk and peanut butter.

Y/N: you're correct once again! He knows me so well guys. I know this was a few years ago but what was the song that i constantly sang after we got engaged? (laughing)

Toto: (shakes head while chuckling) It was so awful and unexpected that it's stuck with me and sometimes (unfortunately) plays in my head. It went something like, "put it on him make him wanna marry me." And you'd sing it while flaunting your ring and body rolling.

Y/N: yes, right on the nose! Okay, so what is my ideal type of man?

Toto: derjenige, der dich zur Mutter gemacht hat, meine Liebe

[Subtitle: the one who made you a mom, my love.]

Y/N: correct again! Babe, you're on fire! And every correct answer makes you hotter and hotter...Baby Nummer zwei könnte früher kommen als geplant

[Subtitle: baby number 2 might come sooner than we planned].

Toto: schatz, do not make jokes like that, you know what I want.

Y/N: I'm not joking.

[silence on set as the camera switches between y/n and Toto who are locked in intense eye contact]

[Producer behind the scene]: um guys

Y/N: oh sorry, um, next question- what was the first foreign language I learned in high school?

Toto: Spanish and then you did French and finally Portuguese but you're more inclined to Portuguese. You're currently learning German.

Y/N: correct, the perks of attending a private school. And,  to those of you viewing at home, I'm learning German because Torger refuses to speak to baby girl in English! He swears that she has to know German just as fluently as English and I don't want to be left out so I'm indulging in it.

Y/N: Okay, final question- what is my favourite thing to do?

Toto: well, it's definitely trying new things. You love to try different hobbies, crafts, sports, business ventures, careers and it's admirable, you just go after what you want even if it's something you know nothing about. Also you love spending time with die Prinzessin .

Y/N: correct again, Torger Christian Wolff, you got everything right, now that is stinking cute.

[TOTO WOLFF QUIZZES Y/N WOLFF]

Toto: Okay, schatz, first question- when is my birthday?

Y/N: is this a trick question? Your birthday is January 12. You were born in 1972 in Vienna, Austria to a Middle class family and your education was focused towards finance and economics because of the family you grew up in.

Toto: (laughing) schatz, you might as well let the people know my blood type, that was a lot of details but all true. I'll give you 4 points for this. Okay, next question. What is my favourite snack?

Y/N: me of course!

Toto: you'd be my favourite meal, schatz

Y/N: oop, okay! Let me get serious though, your favourite snack is Kumpir with Sauerkraut Filling and Pumpernickel Crumble. You ate so much of it on our honeymoon that it made you sick. I'm surprised you still like it (giggling).

Toto: Where is my favourite place to be?

Y/N: okay I'm giving two answers for this one-  first, it's anywhere that Prinzessin and I are and second, at home it used to be in our room but now it's Prinzessin's room. Torger would spend all day there if he could.

Toto: mhmm, I'm actually surprised that your answer was PG but correct again beautiful. Next question, what is my biggest priority?

Y/N: family, I know this might seem like a surprise to the viewers but you have never missed an anniversary, hospital visit, birthing class, date night, family reunion, birthday celebration or anything of the sort. I don't know how you do it but that it's so clear to see that your loved ones are your number priority .

Toto: How would I describe myself ? Like how do I view myself ?

Y/N: mhm this is tough, I think you consider yourself as someone who is constantly evolving whether that's in your personal life or your career. You're driven and goal oriented. You've got that aggressive streak that the Internet loves to make memes of but uh, yeah. How'd I do?

Toto: pretty spot on. It's like you know me better than I know myself. Okay, final question, what is the name of our sweet little angel ?

Y/N: yup, you heard that right, for the first time ever we will be revealing the name of our baby girl. We thought it would be perfect to announce it during something so fun and sweet. Anyways enough of the chit chat.

Y/N and Toto: (turns to look at each other, grabs each other hands) we'd like to formally introduce the world to Myah Sunshine Wolff!

Y/N: it was so nice being here and I'd like to thank GQ for inviting us onto their wonderful platform.

Toto: I hope you guys enjoy watching this as much as we enjoyed making this. Bye!

(Both of them wave until the screen goes black)

A few hours after the video is released :