The Sainz Effect | Part 2
Toto Wolff X !Sainz reader
Part 1
Summery: Following Toto claiming Y/N is useful to him she attends the Spanish Grand Prix to support her brother at his home race where he tells her some of his deepest anxieties since arriving at Mercedes which somehow wounds up getting back to Toto.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Unprotected, Creampie, manipulative Toto, Sub! reader
AN: As requested this has now become a series, itâll probably be between 4/5 parts depending on how long each chapter is. I felt like making Toto a bit of a darker and manipulative character than what I usually see but I hope you enjoy :)
âWhat do you mean Iâm useful to youâ Y/N asks, still half naked lying on Totoâs bed.
âWell youâre a smart girl, and you know your brother better than anyone else. Iâve been struggling to get through to him but when youâre in the paddock itâs like he listens to you, the only person that really knows what gets him going. That kind of stuff is valuable to me, and the team.â He says softly, carefully praising her.
âAnd youâre trouble, especially to me. The kind of trouble I canât stay away from. ThatâsâŠwell itâs useful, possibly even dangerousâ He finishes as he pulls her up towards him and holds her face between his hands.
Y/N stares into his eyes, his dark orbs sucking her in. âSo you want me at Canada?â
Toto nods sternly âFrom here on youâll be at every race, regardless of if Carlos invites you. But he doesnât have to know its me thatâs inviting youâŠwhateverâs going on between us, is staying between usâ
âSo you want us to have a secret agreement?â Y/N questions which makes Toto nod in response.
âExcept this will benefit you and Carlos. Iâll make it worth your while Y/N I promiseâ He says ominously
Spanish GP 2025
The flash of cameras surrounds Y/N as she enters the paddock for the first day of the Spanish Grand Prix weekend. Carlosâ home race, she had told Carlos she wanted to come so he had provided her with a paddock pass much to Totoâs dislike.
âY/N!â A familiar Scottish accent shouts from across the paddock. Rebecca, Carlosâ new girlfriend waves from the Mercedes hospitality area.
âHi Rebeccaâ Y/N says as she approaches her, greeting her with a hug once sheâs close enough.
âItâs so good to see you, itâs felt like Carlos has been hiding you away from everybody since Abu Dhabiâ Rebecca jokes which makes Y/N giggle.
âWell he sort of has been, he knows my feeling s about TotoâŠâ She pauses âAnd as does most of the paddockâ
Suddenly her body goes warm, like someone is staring at her but she canât place where itâs coming from. She knows exactly whoâs staring at her and why her bodyâs reacting the way it is. Toto.
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Later in the day Y/N finds herself alone at the back of the garage waiting for free practice one to start. Toto isnât in his usual seat in front of the monitors yet and Y/N hasnât seen him yet, she can feel him but canât see him.
Carlos is standing with his engineers listening to their advice and what data they want Carlos to collect on track. Whilst he wonât admit it since being at Mercedes heâs struggling with his confidence and adjusting to the car and with this being his own race he feels like heâs under even more pressure than any other weekend. Yes heâs performing to Mercedes expectations but heâs not exceeding his own. So once heâs finished talking with his engineers he heads over to his sister to get her opinion on his performance.
âY/N?â Carlos says quietly as he approaches the seating area at the back of the garage where his sisterâs sitting. âI need to speak to you quicklyâ
âOh, what now?â Y/N says back matching his volume and Carlos nods so Y/N gets up and follows him into his driver room.
âI just need to speak to somebody, like I feel like Iâm going to explode if I donât. But this canât go anywhere further than this room, not to MamĂĄ, PapĂĄ, Toto, nobody Y/Nâ Carlos says seriously.
Y/N just nods, sheâd never betray her brother like that. âSeriously Carlito youâre scaring meâ
âIâm not confident in the car, like I feel like my performance isnât where it should be and I know Toto says its fine and Iâm where he expects me to be at this point in the season but it doesnât feel like I amâŠyou know? Like I should be a championship contender or something and here I am sitting in 4th and this is home Y/N, the most important race of the season for meâ Carlos rushes out, blurting all his anxieties to his sister.
âOh Carlos, youâre fine I promise. Itâs a new team and a new car to adjust to and itâs only 9th weekend with Mercedes. Donât let the pressure of being home affect you either, your fans, Rebecca, me, PapĂĄ weâre all here to support you this weekend regardless of what happensâ Y/N says sincerely, desperately trying to ease his nerves.
Despite hearing the same things before, the words coming from his sister and not an engineer makes him feel better. âGracias Y/N, it means a lot coming from you. I need to get back out there but Iâll find you after the debriefâ
âYeah, of course. Now go before Toto blames meâ Y/N jokes as she kisses her brothers cheek affectionately before he leaves the drivers room and heads back to prepare for practice, Y/N following behind him and resuming her position at the back of the garage.
After sheâs sat down she realises Totoâs at his monitor, headphones and glasses on, pen in his hand, and studying data set up in front of him. Even his presence makes her nervous, they hadnât spoken since Y/N left his penthouse early last Friday morning apart from a brief âwell doneâ at the end of the race. Well that is until now when she watches Toto pick up his phone, type something quickly and put it back down as her phone vibrates in her pocket, so she does what any curious person does and fishes it out of her pocket and opens the text.
Toto W: Dinner tonight. Be ready for 8pm. Iâll pick you up outside your hotel.
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The rest of the day is uneventful, Y/N catches up with Carlos and Rebecca between FP1 and 2 and spends the rest of the day sitting with Rebecca watching the sessions trying to forget about Totoâs text and her dinner plans tonight.
As 8pm rolls around Y/N exits her hotel and steps outside the mild Spanish evening air hitting her, sheâs wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline and a slit in the thigh, a delicate gold chain hanging round her neck and her red bottom heels clicking against the floor. As soon as she steps outside Toto steps out of a sleek black Mercedes wearing a suit.
âY/Nâ Toto says calmly as she steps towards him âYou look divineâ
Y/N canât help but blush under his strong gaze. âWhy thank you Toto, you donât look bad yourselfâ She jokes as Toto opens the passenger door for her. Y/N thanks toto by smiling at him and slides into the luxurious vehicle, taking it in as Toto climbs into the drivers seat.
âSo, how was your dayâ Toto asks casually as he starts the engine and sets off to the engine.
Y/N laughs softly at Totoâs casual attitude âToto Wolff asking me how my day was?â She teases âBut my day was good, Fridays arenât my favourite daysâ
Toto smirks as he seamlessly glides the car through the streets of Barcelona âThatâs understandable, Saturdays are always the most exciting days for meâ
Y/N hums in response and the rest of the drive passes in a comfortable silence until Toto pulls the car up outside of a restaurant, climbing out and handing the keys to the valet before rushing to the passenger side to open the door for Y/N.
âWhy thank you Mr Wolffâ Y/N jokes as she climbs out the car, taking Totoâs hand to support herself onto her feet. Toto then links their arms and subtly walks them into the restaurant where they are led to a private section, Toto pulling Y/Nâs chair out for her.
âMy mother raised me to be a gentlemen, regardless of how fierce the woman isâ Toto whispers as Y/N lowers herself into the seat before walking to the opposite side of the table to take his own seat.
âDid she also remind you that feisty women have claws? I wouldnât say that to a woman youâre hoping will be sucking your dick laterâ She jokes seductively causing Toto to choke on the sip of water heâd just drunk.
âDoes your mother know youâve got such a filthy mouth?â Toto leans forward across the table.
âI spent my early teenage years around Max Verstappen, what exactly did you expect?â Y/N says casually
The rest of the dinner passes with their casual banter until their food arrives and the conversation turns in a bit more serious direction.
âSoâŠwhat did you think of Carlosâ performance today?â Toto asks Y/N as he cuts a slice of his steak before putting it in his mouth.
Y/N finishes chewing her own steak before answering casually. âWell I think heâs smashing it with you guys but heâs not confident in the carâ
Toto internally grins, this is what he meant by sheâs useful to him. âWhat does that mean? That he doesnât like the car?â
Y/N shrugs her shoulders and continues cutting her food. âIâm not sure if itâs the car heâs struggling with or if he just feels useless. Heâs mentioned some of the engineers donât always tell him everything or are just under appreciative of the work he puts inâ
Toto nods along, listening to her comments intently. âWell thatâs good to know, I can try and change stuff to make it easier for him now. Youâre a good sister you knowâŠlooking out for himâ
Y/N blushes as he praises her âThanks, heâs always looked out for me so I want to repay the favourâ She says casually. Unaware sheâs just spilled her brotherâs biggest secret to his boss.
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After their meal Toto drives Y/N back to his hotel suite, as soon as the door shuts behind them Toto has her pinned against the wall and is already trying to peel off her dress.
âYouâre leaving those fucking heels onâ He groans into the kiss as he hoists her up and carrying her to the bed, unzipping her dress as he walks leaving her in just a thong and heels when sheâs thrown onto Totoâs bed.
âYouâre making me crazy Y/Nâ He groans as he rushes to unbutton his shirt, his tie and blazer on the floor somewhere already.
Y/N lies on his bed, squirming as she tries to ease some of the ache between her legs. âPlease Totoâ She whimpers.
Toto quickly gets out of his shirt and moves to unbuckle his pants, quickly getting them down and pulling Y/N down the bed by her ankle to pull her thong off. Quickly running his fingers through her folds. âSo wet for me already Schatzâ.
Y/N lets out a small moan and nods âAll for you Totoâ
Toto smirks and thrusts in, burying himself inside of her making Y/N moan out. âGood girlâ he mutters as he pins her arms above her head holding them there as he ruthlessly fucks her.
âPlease Totoâ she pleads breathlessly, sheâs not even really sure what sheâs asking for anymore. For him to stop? Slow down? Harder? Faster? She doesnât have a clue.
âPlease what baby?â He groans, still roughly fucking her as her back arches off the bed as he hits the perfect sport deep inside her.
âFuckâŠDonât stop Totoâ Y/N whines which older turns Toto on further as he throws his head back groaning before meeting her eyes again.
âAre you going to cum for me Schatz? You going to cum all over your brotherâs bosses cock?â All Y/N can do is nod in response, her body tightening as her orgasm washes over her which causes Toto to fall with her, spilling himself inside of her.
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By the time Sunday rolled around Y/N was exhausted, she hadnât spoken to Toto since yesterday morning when they awoke early so she could get back to her hotel room before Carlos came knocking for her and so Toto could get to the track bright and early to prepare for qualifying.
Qualifying was also a complete disaster with Carlos having an engine failure which left him out in Q2 which then resulted in a power unit change so heâs starting from the pit lane, not helping Carlosâ low confidence. But this was a new day, itâs race day and at a track Carlos knows and loves so they can only hope.
Y/N wished Carlos luck before he headed to the grid, she can only hope that whatever information she told Toto over dinner will be used to actually help to increase Carlosâ confidence and not be used against him.
But she was wrong, so very wrong. P16, at his home race. In a Mercedes. She watched from the back of the garage as Toto rose from his seat behind the monitors to go speak to his drivers and do post-race interviews and his face was unreadable, she couldnât tell if he was pissed or just unsurprised but she soon found out when Totoâs face filled the coverage.
âSo TotoâŠanother poor results for Mercedes and especially Sainz, is this something youâre trying to improveâ? The reporters voice filled the room as Toto ran his hands through his hair preparing to answer.
âWe are working to improve this but it is difficult to try and improve a driver who is telling people that they donât feel confident in the car and doesnât feel like their engineers take any of their concerns seriously so I believe its a driver problem rather than a team issueâ Toto replies to the reporter coldly, virtually repeating word for word what she told him last night and what Carlos has told her earlier in the day.
When she looks up she catches Carlos looking at her, a thunderous expression on his face.
Well shit.
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