a wonderful night to remember.
toto wolff x female!reader
summary: you were hanging out with your friends in monaco and having fun while drinking, dancing, spending time together and without caring or worrying about the world. but would happen if you woke up in a stranger's bed specially in toto wolff's bed?
(let's pretend that toto is married to someone else but not susie, you can choose everything about your character..i was thinking to make a series about this...)
warning: one night stand, light smut, mentions of virginity lose, reader kinda freaks out, toto quickly becomes obsessive, sniffing underwear and scent.
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monaco feels unreal the first time you see it. too blue. too loud. too alive.
you arrive with a suitcase that’s slightly too big and a heart that’s beating slightly too fast, stepping out into sun-soaked streets that smell like saltwater and money. everything glitters—cars, watches, champagne flutes already clinking even though it’s barely noon.
you tell yourself you’re only here because it’s her birthday even though you never went and visited monaco before.
your best friend, loud and fearless and born for places like this, drags you straight into celebration mode. rooftop bars. music you don’t recognize but feel in your chest. people who talk with their hands and laugh like they’ve never been embarrassed a day in their lives. you mostly hover at her side.
you always do.
you’re the quiet one. the observer. the girl who nurses one drink for an hour and apologizes for existing in crowded spaces. the girl who blushes when someone’s gaze lingers too long.
so when she shoves a glass into your hand and grins:
“drink. it’s my birthday. don’t make it weird.”
you do.
and then you do it again.
and again.
the night blurs in warm, golden streaks. laughter feels easier. your body feels lighter. someone spins you around on a balcony, the city flashing beneath you like a constellation fallen to earth. you remember deep voices, expensive cologne, a hand at your lower back guiding you through a doorway.
you remember thinking: “this isn’t like me.”
and then—
...morning.
soft sheets. a room that smells unfamiliar. the quiet hum of monaco waking up outside tall glass windows.
you open your eyes slowly.
your heart stops.
you are naked.
very super naked.
your breath comes out in a tiny, panicked gasp as you become aware of warmth beside you. broad shoulders. long limbs. a body far too solid, far too real to be a dream.
you turn your head.
and there he is.
torger christian wolff or everyone knows him as toto wolff.
asleep.
for one horrifying, frozen moment, your brain refuses to function.
then it floods you all at once:
why am I here?
did we—
oh my god, did we have sex?
your stomach flips violently.
you don’t remember pain. you don’t remember fear. you remember gentleness. a voice asking if you were okay. hands that never pushed, only waited.
that somehow makes it worse.
you swallow hard, sitting up as slowly as possible, the sheet clutched to your chest. your body feels… different. tender. claimed in a way you’ve never experienced before.
your virginity—gone.
taken by the austrian team principal of a formula 1 team in a city that doesn’t even feel real.
you spot your clothes scattered across the floor like evidence at a crime scene. you grab them silently, hands shaking as you dress as fast as you can without waking him. every sound feels too loud. every movement feels illegal.
you pause once, just once, looking back at him. he looks peaceful. soft in sleep. younger somehow.
you don’t let yourself think about it.
you slip out of the room without a sound and putting your clothes back in without making much movement which it was successful...
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toto wakes up alone.
the bed is empty. cold on one side.
for a brief, sharp moment, he wonders if he imagined her.
then he notices the scent on the pillow.
something subtle. sweet. nervous. her. someone that wasn't even his own wife.
he exhales slowly, sitting up, eyes scanning the room until he sees it—tangled in the sheets.
a piece of lace. left behind.
his fingers curl around it instinctively, his chest tightening in a way that surprises him. he brings it closer, inhales, and something settles in his bones like certainty.
she left.
but she existed and toto wolff is not a man who forgets.
not a woman like his wife, for some reason he started to find her, and he would do anything to make that happen.
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i'm so sorry for everything, i just want to make a new changing and maybe start a new series with this, if you like it and enjoying it. please don't hesitate to send me a dm or reposting as well as loving the story.
love you all, elena.
