"just one dance" - t.w.
pairing: horner's daughter!reader x toto wolff
word count: 1.9k
warnings: toto lusting after a woman thirty years younger than him (what's new on this blog lmfao), sexual references, maybe some cursing (idrk), mentions of drug use, alcohol use, flirting, banter, yadayadayada
a/n: i played "here" by alessia cara like 20x on repeat while writing this fic. so we could say that this fic is veryyyyy loosely inspired by that song. also! this was a request by an anon! i hope y'all enjoy! <3
"come on," the words as slurred as he rolls his eyes, "come dance with us!"
bringing your hand to your mouth, you stifle a giggle, "max, for the last time, i am not joining the horny middle school grind circle you guys have going on over there."
"it's not a grind circle," he puts his hands on his hips, "i would say it's more like a mosh pit."
which, given the occasion, was not quite appropriate either.
at the moment, you were perched at one of the many elegant banquet tables, the rigid surfaced draped with a thick, cream-colored tablecloth. adorning the table were numerous vases, filled to the brim with floral arrangements, their fragrance oh so sickeningly sweet.
the plates, utensils, and other various dining ware were now cleared, only leaving numerous wine glasses, their crystalline stems glimmering in the dim light, swathed by the golden hue of the chandeliers as they sparkle above.
this was the annual fia prize gala, one of the most coveted events of the season. it was the showcasing and peacocking of sheer and utter wealth, as the drivers got to pull up to in their luxury vehicles, their keys handed off to the valets. every individual was dressed head to toe in designer clothing from nearly every brand possible, from christian dior to saint laurent.
you lost track of the amount of rolex watches, cartier jewelry, and hermès bags you noticed throughout the course of the evening.
the main event wrapped up hours ago, leaving the rest of the night for the drivers, crew members, mechanics, engineers, executives, and team principals to mingle and dance. and well, consume copious amounts of alcohol.
and well, perhaps do a few lines in the restroom. or light a joint outside. maybe even pop a few pills.
with the exuberant amounts of cash involved with events like this, there were surely some illicit affairs. ones that the fia ignored, simply turning their heads.
if they didn't see it, it didn't happen.
after all, you were in monaco. it was like las vegas in a way.
what happened in monaco, stayed in monaco.
and here max verstappen was, three-time world champion, standing before you, so drunk he could barely walk, begging for you to come join him on the dance floor.
too bad your phone was almost dead.
this would have been a prime opportunity to record what was unfolding before you. it would have fed the max girlies all over instagram and tik tok for months.
glancing over max's shoulder, you pick out lando, oscar, charles, and carlos. they were apart of the large formation, jumping up and down, barreling into one another. alexandra, rebecca, and lily linger around the group, their gowns swishing as they laugh, their cheeks dusted with a bubblegum pink glow.
a drunken mosh pit with a bunch of sweaty men? no thank you.
but gossiping with the girls? that was more your speed.
"my dad would have a stroke if he caught me with you guys," you simply shrug, sipping on your wine, "and what if something happened to my dress? we have to return this, you know."
"ugh," the dutch driver groans, "you're no fun."
"hallo, max," a new voice cuts in, thick with an accent you can't quite place your finger on, "congratulations on your accomplishment this year!"
shifting in your chair is none other than torger christian wolff, better known as toto wolff, team prinicipal of mercedes.
your heart skips a beat as your eyes drink in the sight of him, the way his crisp tuxedo fit him effortlessly. his dark brunette hair was messy, more than likely from the events of the evening. his bowtie was untied, hanging loosely around his neck. the first few buttons of the snowy white dress shirt were undone, exposing his skin.
fuck, was he a gorgeous man.
with sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and wide, beautiful coffee brown eyes, he knew that he was attractive, his aura brimmed with nothing but sexiness and dominance.
his hands land on the chair beside you, pulling it out as max rambles, the words drowning out in your ears.
you were more focused on his stature as he sits to your right, his thighs spread in the chair, a hand running through his hair.
"is there a reason why i haven't seen you on the dance floor?"
due to the excessive volume of the music, his mouth hovers by your ear. a shiver runs down your spine as his eyes lock with yours, lips forming a radiant smile, flashing his perfect pearlescent teeth.
"cat got your tongue? or are you just as intoxicated as maxie boy over there?"
"neither," you counter, straightening in your chair, "just not really interested, that's all."
"did daddy not give his precious diamond any dance lessons growing up?"
your father was none other than christian horner, team principal of red bull racing, sworn enemy of toto wolff.
quickly, your eyes scan your surroundings, in an attempt to pick out your father among the throng of people. to your dismay, you cannot find him.
which, in this case, could be a good thing.
if he saw toto speaking to you? oh fuck. it would be game over. you'd probably be grounded at your big age of twenty-four years old. could parents even do that when you were an adult?
you didn't really want to find out.
yet, you couldn't turn down a few moments with the team principal.
after all, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
why not seize it?
for most of your life, you obeyed every single one of your father's wishes. you maintained your distance from the red bull drivers, careful not to get too close. you stayed out of the spotlight, ensuring that no negative publicity ever came his way. as much as you yearned to get to know members of the mercedes team or crew, you shied away, maintaining the promise that you would never befriend a rival.
so, for this one night, you could be a little selfish.
just this once.
even if it involved your father's biggest foe. the bane of his existence. the man he spoked about so bitterly for years on end.
"i was offered dance lessons, actually," your voice is melodic, like an angel's from the heavens above, "i turned them down. opted for horseback riding instead."
"so you know how to ride?" the team principal runs a tongue along his lower lip, his brow slightly raised, "well, i have an offer for you. one dance with me, and then later you can show me how well you can ride."
"and what am i going to be riding?" you inquire, folding your arms across your chest.
the corners of his lips curl into a devious smirk, an emotion glinting within the mocha depths as he leans in, "my cock."
heat flourishes into your cheeks, seeping all throughout your body. as your mind scrambles, struggling to formulate some sort of witty response, the team principal nods, "not expecting that, were you? i like seeing you like this, all flustered. it's cute."
"y-you're ridiculous," you manage to sputter out, hands instinctively shielding your face.
"not as ridiculous as any of those fools," his head motions towards the group of rambunctious drivers, "tell me, why aren't you with any of them? i'm sure maxie boy would love to take you on a date. lando too."
"just not interested," you shrug, regaining your confidence a tad, "don't get me wrong, they've asked. but i've always just turned them down."
toto cocks his head, his voice laced with a tease, "why? scared daddy is going to ground you for dating a driver?"
"i just rather wouldn't be involved with anyone of them romantically," you wave a hand, "it'd be too awkward if things didn't end up working out. could you imagine having to spend so much time at the paddock with someone who your dad could fire at any given moment? it'd be like walking on eggshells. i'd feel bad for any poor soul who wants to court me. they'd constantly be seeking my father's approval, on and off the track."
"well it's a good thing that i already know where i stand," toto shoots you a wink, your heart thudding against your rib-cage as he offers you his hand, "come on, just one dance. that's all i ask of you, gorgeous girl. one dance and then you can come right back over here, spending the rest of your night sulking in the corner."
"i haven't been sulking," you snort, accepting the gesture, "i've just been bored."
"how about you accept the other half of my offer then?" his accent is prominent, lingering in every word, "i've just been flirting, you don't really have to ride me. unless you know, you want to-"
"are you forgetting that we're in a very public space?" you hiss, elbow interlocked with his as you make your way to the dance floor, "people can probably hear you."
"good thing we're all drunk," he responds, the casual delivery sending you spiraling, "here, place your hand on my shoulder. i'll take this hand. the other will go on your waist."
as you follow his lead, you can't help but feel the pairs of eyes fixate on the two of you, murmurs rising above the music. yet, toto's focus is honed in on you, and only you.
"don't worry about them," he takes a step forward, your feet following in suit, "they're probably just envious that i'm with the most coveted woman in all of formula one."
"you don't mean that."
"oh schatzi," a chuckle rumbles in his chest, flowing from his lips, "do you not hear the things they say about you among the paddocks?"
"enlighten me then," your heart swells as his thumb tenderly kneads into your waist, fingers interlocking with yours.
his mouth is merely centimeters away from yours now, dimples apparent as his eyes glitter like the chandeliers above, "there's whispers that you are the most breathtaking woman in the world. the drivers talk about you all of the time, debating who would look the best by your side. you're a hot commodity. a prize to be won."
"people say those things about me?"
"would i ever lie to you?" toto arched a brow, "i have no reason to."
"that is true."
there's a twinge of resentment that bubbles up in your stomach as the song ends. oh how this moment ended too soon.
way too soon.
"still no sign of your father," toto's voice is hushed, barely audible over the music, "you think i could have you for just one more song? after that, i promise i'll leave you be."
"i think so," you feel a smile form the moment he pulls you in closer, the space between you crumbling away, "careful, mr. wolff. you need to maintain some sort of distance between us, remember?"
he shakes his head, fingers squeezing your waist, "right now, i could give any fucks what your father would think. he's lucky that i have some sort of self-control."
"and why is that?" you press, blood roaring in your ears as his head lowers, situated by your ear.
"because it is taking everything within me to keep myself from getting on my knees right this instant and lifting up that gown of yours."
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If my DC/Batman OCs have headcanon voices, what would they sound like?
Benjamin Williams - K1B0 (Danganronpa) [VA - Lucien Dodge]
Hallow Crane - Vulture (Spectacular Spider Man) [VA - Robert Englund]
Meredith Miranda - Maud Pie (My Little Pony) [VA - Ingrid Nilson]
Yuki Blossoms - Tiff (Kirby - Right Back At Ya) [VA - Kerry Williams]
Marcus Todd - Raphael (2012 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) [VA - Sean Astin] or Red Hood (Injustice 2) [VA - Cameron Bowen]
Lauren Crane - Lilith Clawthorne (Owl House) [VA - Cissy Jones] or Loona (Helluva Boss) [VA - Erica Lindbeck]
Laurent Crane - Scarecrow (Arkham Knight Version) [VA - John Noble]
Trace Dent - Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel) [VA - Stephanie Beatriz]
Coona Walker - Sody Pop (Chikn Nuggit) [VA - Dawn M. Bennett]
Evelyn Wesker - Sage (Sonic Forces) [VA - Ryan Bartley]
Ember Lynns - Toga Himiko (My Hero Academia) [VA - Leah Clark] or Panty Anarchy (Panty and Stocking) [VA - Jamie Marchi]
Torch Lynns - Firefly (Arkham version) [VA - Crispin Freeman]
Cheryl - TSA! Amy [VA - Eileen Montgomery]
Topher Blackfire - Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) [VA - Joel Perez] or Hunter (Owl House) [VA - Zeno Robinson]
Oliver Miranda - Iscream (Chikn Nuggit) [VA - Nate Charpentier] or Cubot (Sonic) [VA - Wally Wingert]
Misty Miranda - Cream the Rabbit (Sonic) [VA - Rebecca Honig]
Spook - Collector (Owl House) [VA - Fryda Wolff]
Myers Miranda - Dr Facilier [Princess and The Frog [VA - Keith David]
Lunar Crane - Lumalee (Super Mario Bros Movie) [VA - Juliet Jelenic]
Leader Scorch - Father (Kids Next Door) [VA - Maurice LaMarche]
Harrison, Misty and Carrie - Delightful Children from Down the Lane (Kids Next Door) [VAs - Dee Bradley Baker(H) and Cree Summer(M and C)]
Craven Crane - Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum) [VA - Dino Andrade]
Clove Miranda - Stella (Helluva Boss) [VA - Georgina Leahy]
Fangs Langstrom - Cream the Rabbit (Sonic) [VA - Rebecca Honig]
Kaleb Langstrom - Thorax (My Little Pony) [VA - Kyle Rideout]
Kraig Jones - Goliath (Gargoyles) [VA - Keith David]
Tootsie Jingles - Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss) [VA - Alex Brightman]
Blade Quinzel - Secret History Tails [VA - Mick Lauer]
Harriet Miranda - Odalia Blight (Owl House) [VA - Rachael McFarlane]
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