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wolffwish · 1 year

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The Touch of a Hand Lit the Fuse

Summary: You joined Professor Wolff’s class a little over a month ago, but being as shy as you are, haven’t made any real friends yet. He spots you eating lunch alone in the classroom and decides to keep you company.

Warnings: Professor Wolff x student!reader, smut, daddy/baby girl kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, choking, everything.

It had been around 6 weeks since you moved across the country and accepted an offer to Harvard. You still couldn’t believe it, that all those years of sleepless nights would have you walking through those Business School doors every morning. You hadn’t made any real friends yet due to your schedule being non stop, and as you couldn’t find a table in the cafeteria, you decided to stop by your classroom to see if it was empty, and it was.

You sat at a table closest to Professor Wolff’s desk, just because it was the furthest away from the door, laid out your lunch in front of you and began toying with the apple you almost regret packing. You took your phone from your pocket and started looking at notes for your next lesson.

Deep in thought, taking in all of your bullet points you’d written last week, you startled as you heard the door open behind you. You turned, only to see none other than your Professor standing in the doorway. His white shirt tucked into his grey trousers showing off his slim but muscular frame, with his suit jacket draped over his arm.

“Oh sorry, y/n, I didn’t realise you were—“

“Shit, sorry, I mean uh, I didn’t know anyone was going to come in, I’ll go, sorry, just give me to secs to put—“ You started scrambling around all of your stuff, attempting to pack it all away when you heard footsteps approaching you.

“Y/n, please, don’t leave on my account. Why are you eating in here all alone?” Toto questioned, a gentle hand placed on your shoulder as if to slow you down.

“I uh, I… I don’t really have any friends yet, and the cafeteria was full, it’s fine, I’ll just go eat outside or in—“

“It’s raining. See?” Professor Wolff stopped you in your tracks and gestured to outside, a grim monsoon-like day that had lasted for about a week. There was no way you could eat outside, and you knew that. You just couldn’t muster up any words that made any sort of sense when you had him towering over you.

He pulled up a seat next to you, albeit uninvited, but you weren’t going to put up a fight. He could sit there all day if he wanted to. He was so tall, handsome as hell, his hair perfectly messy and his white shirt hugging all the right places. You couldn’t help but look him up and down as he popped his jacket on the table next to your lunch and took his glasses off.

He broke the silence.

“So tell me… what’s a kind, pretty girl like you doing with no friends?” He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers ran along his collar as he straightened it out, revealing more of that gorgeous broad neck of his.

“I—“ You couldn’t think. He was literally piercing you with his handsome looks and powerful demeanour. You took off your glasses, which lead to some of your hair getting caught in them, and a few strands of hair messing over your face, resting on your eyelashes. You tried to get them off, but your flustered face and shaking hands meant you were just making a fool of yourself.

“Allow me?” Professor Wolff raised his hand towards your face, and with your nod of permission, gently removed your hair from your eyelashes and tucked it behind your ear. When your face was fully revealed, you made eye contact. His eyes went from your eyes, down to your mouth, and back up to your eyes. “So beautiful…” he whispered, as he removed his hand from behind your ear, gently caressing a finger along your jawline along to your chin.

Was he flirting? Or was he just being friendly? At this point, you were in such a haze you didn’t even know your last name. What do you say at this point? Do you stand up and walk out? Do you ask him a question about his next lecture? Ask him about his life, family, friends, colleagues?

You panicked, and a quick movement from you suddenly had your hand resting on top of his, just below your chin. “Do you treat all of your students you see eating lunch alone like this?” You whispered back to him, hoping you were on the same page.

He smirked, looking at your lips again, and back to your eyes. “Do you question all of your Professor’s that want to keep you company at lunch?” You giggled back— “I guess not.”

Your hand still resting on his as he placed it on his knee, he looked down at it and began stroking the top of your hand with his thumb. He breaks the short silence, “You’re really special, you know that, right? I see how you are in class and I just… I just want to…”

“Do it.” You interrupted him. You thought this was your chance, it’s now or never. You weren’t kidding yourself anymore, you’ve had the hots for this man since you first laid eyes on him. He was making all the moves. You knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so right?

The hunger in his eyes poured out of him as he leaned forwards, locking his lips with yours. A fast paced but sensual kiss, tongues tied with eachother and breathless words mustered between biting of lips.

“Table. Now.” he beckoned, pulling himself away from you. He began unbuttoning his white shirt as he looked you up and down like he was about to dine on you like a three course meal.

You hastily stood up, perching yourself on the edge of the table. Your short sleeved, short button down summer dress was the best decision you made this morning.

Unsure of what to do with your legs, you scurried around for a chair to perch them on. Knees together but feet apart, you shyly tried to pull your dress down as you weren’t familiar with this entire scenario.

He shook his head as he looked down on you, his shirt now unbuttoned all the way and his arms peeling your knees apart. “No no, legs apart for me, that’s it…” you hesitantly separated your legs and took a deep breath in, trying to compose yourself.

“Are you sure we won’t get caught…?” you asked him, looking at the clock behind him. He turned around, checked the time, then turned back to face you. His voice sounding deeper than before, he chuckled to himself… “We have 20 minutes until class starts. I’m sure that’s enough time, don’t you think?”

You nodded and waited for his lead. He moved closer to you, his body in-between your legs as he began lifting your dress up towards your hips. The gentle touch of his fingertips up your inner thighs gave you goosebumps, causing your whole body to tremble under his touch. He flicked his fingers over your already wet panties and teased your sweet spot through the fabric. “Already so wet for me… huh? How about we take these off now?” He hooked both index fingers around the top of your panties and pulled them down your legs, off your ankles and tucked them into the back pocket of his suit trousers. He looks you dead in the eyes, rested one hand on the side of your neck as the other made its way up your thigh. You gasped as his fingers reached your folds, and he began teasing your entrance with his two middle fingers. As he pushed further in to your slick wet pussy, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your neck leant back, as you felt a rush of heat overcome you. He leant down, and kissed your open neck softly. “You like that, baby? You like it with my fingers deep inside you?”

You nodded, eyes shut and lips pressed together trying to hold in your moans. You were terrified to make a sound, through fear of being caught. This was dangerous territory, and someone could walk in at any moment.

Not satisfied with your response, Professor Wolff brought his face up to look at you. “Look at me. Look. Eyes on me.” He demanded, as his fingers thrusted in and out of you with ease, you could almost hear the slickness from your insides drowning his fingers. “I need you to use your words, baby. Come on, tell me… tell me.”

You locked eyes with him and breathed out, your breath caressing his lips like it was a drug to him. “It’s… it’s so fucking good, oh god, it’s so good… please don’t sto—“

You could feel your walls spasming inside you as his long, thick fingers slammed into your g-spot. You were close to exploding on him, and you were so fucking turned on that you didn’t think it was this possible to be this horny, certainly not over your Professor.

“You’re doing so good baby, that’s it. Hold on just a little bit longer for me, I didn’t say you could cum yet, did I…?” He teased, pulling his fingers out slowly and slamming them in hard. He brought his lips to yours, entering his tongue into your mouth as your foreheads met. It was like you were made for eachother, the way you kissed him wasn’t like kissing other guys. This was different. There was a hunger in both of you that couldn’t be tamed, like this whole thing had been a long time coming.

“Please” you begged, “fuck me, f, fuck me right now—“

“Please what?” He questioned. “Please isn’t going to cut it.” He scowled, fingers slamming into you at a fast pace once again. “I need to hear you say it.”

You wanted to say it, you really did. It had been on the tip of your tongue the entire time he’d been fucking you with his fingers, but you weren’t sure if it was right. Or if it’s what he wanted to hear. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, waiting for your response.

“Not so desperate now, huh? Shall we call it a day then, miss?” He licked his fingers dry of your juices and smirked at the taste of you.

There you were, legs spread on his desk and he was… calling it a day? Because you’d gone quiet…? Or because he was having second thoughts? Every scenario ran through your head. You were scared to look at him if you did pluck up the courage to say it, so you laid your whole body down on the table, making sure your dress was lifted up high enough to reveal some of your stomach.

“Please, fuck me Daddy…”

Silence filled the room. Suddenly the rain started sounding like angry stones being thrown at the window as you waited for a response. You could sense he was still there, and without a single world, you heard the clanging of a belt clasp unbuckling, and the fabric of his suit trousers being slid down his legs. Did he like it?

“There it is, there’s my confident girl…” he growled, as he knelt down. He began kissing up your inner thighs, tracing his tongue along your hot skin all the way to your shining pussy. His hands made their way up your dress, cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples as his mouth locked around your clit. His tongue making beautiful patterns at your entrance and finally into your pussy, as you felt him kiss and suck you, pleasure like you’d never felt it before.

“Holy shit, Professor, oh my god…” your breathing became erratic as you bucked your hips at the feel of his tongue on the walls of your pussy. You feel the movement of his head shake side to side. He lifted his head away, bringing one hand down from your breast to your pussy and sliding a finger in. He massages your walls, getting you absolutely soaked. “Try again baby girl… that’s not what I’m called now, is it?” He kissed your thigh again, waiting for your response.

You were out of breath and you’d almost reached your climax twice in the last 10 minutes. You couldn’t think of any words, let alone string a sentence together. “Daddy… fuck, please, need your cock so bad…”

Toto was so fucking turned on, now it was his turn to be at a loss for words. He quickly stood up, drawing his cock out of his white Armani boxers and gave it a few slow tugs. “You want this, huh?” He teased, looking down at his rock hard cock near your entrance. He could see your pleading eyes, almost crying in desperation as you lifted up your head to get a better look at his cock. “Fuck… it’s so big.” You’re shocked. You knew it would be big, but shit… you were about to be torn in half.

He smirked, stepping closer to you and rubbing the tip over your clit. Precum beading on the tip, he used his thumb to wipe off the remnants and bought it up to your face. “Suck.” He demanded. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, and he placed the pad of his thumb on your tongue and fingers under your chin. “That’s it… good girl baby, suck for Daddy.”

Your cheeks went hollow as you sucked his thumb as he demanded. You shut your eyes and tried to concentrate on the taste of his precum, and fuck it tasted good. You could only imagine what the real thing tasted like.

As you opened your mouth to take a breather, you felt his entire body shift, and with one long thrust, he entered his full length into your tight pussy. You both let out an elongated moan, your pussy clamping onto his throbbing cock. He tried to stay upright, but his desire to kiss you overwhelmed him so he brought both your knees up higher and lifted his weight onto you. His hips began long, slow thrusts into you. With each slam, the pain of his thick cock lessened and become a lot more pleasurable. He locked his eyes with yours as you could see his shoulders tensing as he held himself up. “So… fucking… tight…” he claimed, as you both looked down at him fucking you senseless. Sweat began beading on his ripped body. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…” he beckoned as he leant down to kiss you on the lips. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and began rocking your hips up to match his rhythm of thrusts. “So good Daddy, so good…” you mumbled inbetween kisses.

As you bucked your hips up to meet his, his cock met your sweet spot deep inside you and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. “Fuck, I’m so close…” you whimpered. His face was now buried in your neck, sucking gently on your bare skin.

“So good for me baby, that’s it, oh god… keep fucking doing that with your hips, whatever you’re doing, fuck…” now he was begging you, as you continued your momentum of hip rocking so every time he thrusted in, you bucked your hips up to make sure he was as deep as he could be.

There was now a slick layer of sweat between your bodies as you both got closer to your climax’s. You were desperate for your Professor to cum inside you as you let go of your climax too… desperate for him to fill you up to the brim.

The intense fucking he was giving you was out of this world. The sound of him fucking you, the wetness of your pussy. You could feel his balls slamming you hard, too. It was almost an out of body experience, and you didn’t want it to ever end. You were fucked. Absolutely fucked.

As he gave you another kiss, you brought your hands up to his neck and began running your perfectly French-manicured nails through his hair and down his neck and back. “Daddy… I… need you to fill me up… need your cum in me…”

Those words were like a drug to him. He began thrusting you harder, his cock almost sliding out of you he was thrusting that high and hard. You felt your walls clamping round his cock and he could clearly feel it too, as you could feel him reaching his pinnacle. “Daddy… fuck I’m cumming… please, togeth—“ “Oh baby, shit… god I’m gonna fucking cum… fuck… ah fuck!!!”

Your walls clamped around him so hard as you felt spurts of his hot cum shoot up deep inside you. His entire body tensed as he bit on the side of your neck, trying to hold himself together yet jolting at the feel of both your orgasms intertwining with one another.

“Holy shit, baby… that was fucking…”

“…so good…” you finished his sentence for him as your breathing became slower and calmer. You placed your hand gently on top of his head and caressed his hair between your fingers, massaging his scalp as he calmed down.

His cock still inside you, he adjusted himself so he was pushed up on his arms above you. “You’re incredible.” He said, kissing your lips, “so perfect”, then inbetween your breasts. He stood up, slowly sliding his cock out of you and watching both his and your cum pour out of you.

“Fuck!!!” you gasped as you tried to catch it by crossing your legs. “It’s so messy… I’m sorry..” you bolted up right, a slight head rush from getting up too quickly as you embarrassingly attempted to covered yourself.

“Hey hey… little one. It’s okay, don’t worry.” Toto crouched down so he was at your eye level. He kissed your forehead and brought you in for a cuddle, your head resting on his chest. Your adrenaline come-down was hitting you hard, your body was hot to the touch but you were trembling and felt freezing cold. You could hear his heart beating…Still pretty fast, but not as fast as earlier. You began breathing hard again, panic setting in as you realised what had just happened. Was it wrong? Was he going to regret this? He could sense you were going into some sort of shock just by your ever growing symptoms. “Hey, little one… look at me” he moved you away from his chest, locking eyes with you. “Head to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I’ll excuse you from next lesson if you need to take 10 minutes. Make sure you eat something too, okay?”

You nodded and attempted to stand up, albeit a bit like Bambi as your legs were still like jelly. “Take it easy… don’t you realise you just had a good fucking from your Professor…?” He giggled as he steadied you and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking.”

You panicked. Shit. He was a mind reader now, too?

“I won’t regret this. If anything, I’ll regret only doing it once.”

You smiled as you looked up at him. “Wait… seriously?” You we’re shocked, sweaty, a bit of a mess. You thought there’s no way he could want this again, surely it was a one off?

“Maybe next time we take it somewhere more comfortable, if that sounds good to you?” Toto smiled as he slid his boxers back on, then his trousers and tightened his belt. He reached into his back pocket. “Oh, your panties?” He pulled them out to show them to you. You went to grab them, and he pulled his hand away. “I’ll keep these… you can collect them next time. And give me a new pair. Deal?”

You looked at the soaking wet panties in his hand, then back up to his face. You nodded, not saying a word, as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door. You looked back, and could see him buttoning up his white shirt. He gave you a quick wink, before you exit the room, to the sound of the University bell signalling for next lesson.

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wolffwish · 1 year

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More Than Just A Short Time

Warnings: Distressed reader, miscarriage, mentions of anxiety, panic attack, soft!Toto x reader,

A/N: Personal experience used here, so please be understanding. 2022 was the worst year of my life, losing a baby and my fiancé within 3 months of eachother. I’ve been wanting to write something for months, to try and help me cope with my emotions. This hasn’t been spell checked, I literally have finished it and pressed post. So please bear with me if there’s any mistakes or it’s not that great, or sonically cohesive. It’s literally a coping mechanism. I’ve also tried to incorporate Taylor Swift’s “Bigger Than The Whole Sky” as that song has bought me a lot of comfort. Thank you so much for reading and I hope soft Toto brings you comfort if you need it ♥️ my inbox is open to anyone if you need to talk about anything.

It’s been a long 5 days without Toto, and your physical health was declining by the hour. Your period was the heaviest it had ever been, but you didn’t want to tell Toto, because everyone has periods and usually, they’re nothing to worry about.

Toto knew you were struggling physically, and had been the ever-supporting husband that you could’ve dreamed of. Virtually working instead of heading into the office, skipping races and rescheduling meetings or holding them online— to the point where he’d be sitting on the bed with his laptop perched on his lap on Zoom with people at Brackley, with you sleeping next to him and him not taking his hand off of your head once, constantly stroking it to ease your pain.

He was away in Bahrain for first race of the season and it was the longest amount of time he’d been for a few months. You hadn’t been feeling that great in the lead up to him leaving, a bit run down and not your usual self, extremely tired and incredibly nauseous. You just assumed it was your birth control playing up again.

It was Sunday. Race day. You were feeling rough, and after yesterday’s ordeal in the ER followed by a strict instruction for bed rest and preferably someone with you, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch, watch the race and wait for your man to come home.

You hadn’t been contacting him much over the past 4 days, mainly just good morning and good night texts, as you knew he was going to be flat out busy with media, meetings and all the other stuff that goes with the job he’d worked so hard for.

11am. You heard your phone ping, with his specific text tone and notification lighting up your screen.

💬 1 New Message: Toto🐺♥️ — Liebling, I have a free half hour. Can you talk? We need to talk.

“We need to talk”? You read it three times, making sure you were reading it right. Need? Panic sets in. Usually, when anybody receives a message of “We need to talk.”, ending abruptly with a full stop, that’s never a good sign, right? Right.

Before you could even start typing, he was ringing. Accidentally, you pressed the green answer button, steadily putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” - your voice broke as you awaited his response.

🐺 “Schatzi? Is that you?”

“What do you mean, is it me? You rang my mobile?”

🐺 “Oh. Thank god. I had a missed call from the hospital, they left a message asking me how you were after yesterday. I didn’t— what happened yesterday, I didn’t know you wen—“

“Oh my god, are you kidding?! They rang you?”

Anger that started in your stomach was slowly making its way up your body, flushing your red cheeks and making your hands grip the phone tighter. You were checked into the ER yesterday after having what you thought was a 3 day long, heavy and extremely painful period. You had to call the ambulance because you were bleeding so heavily you couldn’t control anything, and started to feel dizzy and weak. With nobody around, and Toto working, you had nobody to call.

🐺 “Come on baby, talk to me. Why did you visit the ER?”

You paused. You didn’t know what to say to him, but neither did you want to lie. You knew as soon as the ER nurse asked if you’d had any morning sickness or previous experiences of dark red heavy periods that this wasn’t just a period. You were having a miscarriage, not even knowing you were pregnant.

🐺 “Liebling? Whatever it is, you can tell me. It doesn’t matter that I’m here, ok? You are my priority, just let me in.”

“I can’t tell you over the phone, Toto. I’m sorry. Just concentrate on the race, and I’ll see you later. I love y—“

🐺 “No Schatzi, baby please, I can’t concentrate unless you tell me what’s going on.”

You knew that he wasn’t going to give in. Tears started filling your eyes and the pit of your stomach started knotting. Emotions got the better of you, your breathing started to get shorter and faster, even though you were trying to disguise every bit of it, so you didn’t make him panic even more. But you just couldn’t do it. You fell apart. You needed him, now more than ever.

“I’m sorry, Toto. I didn’t know. You know I’m on birth control, it was just a heavy period, and then the nurses started asking all these questions about morning sickness and the colour of it and they rigged me up to the machine and started doing all these scans and I was really scared and I didn’t know what to do and then they kept apologising to me and I was in such a state I didn’t know what they were talking about until they— until they said it wasn’t a heavy period, and I’d lost—“

That was it. Uncontrollable tears streamed from your eyes as you relived the worst day of your life all over again, for the millionth time. Hysteria creeping in and your adrenaline winning, you began to shake. You’d been reliving every second of it since you got home, and it took a lot of persuasion for you to the nurses to let you home on your own. But they all knew your situation, they all knew Toto and who he was, so they made an exception. You didn’t think they’d call him.

🐺 “Oh my go—, baby, I’m so sorry. Shit. I should’ve been there, I knew you weren’t right when I left, but I had no idea it could be this—“

“Don’t apologise Toto please, it’s not your fault, I just, I can’t wait to see you later. Please try and just do the race and I’ll be here when you get home.”

🐺 “I don’t care about the race Schatz, baby. I’m coming home now. I’m walking to Rosa right now, she’ll get me on the next flight darling. Hold tight for me, ok?”

You didn’t want to ruin his day like this, especially the first race, but you were done fighting with yourself.

“Ok.” - through tears streaming and sniffles of your nose to try and control your breathing, a simple ‘ok’ was the last thing you said to Toto before dropping the phone on the bed. You’d almost been in denial about the whole thing, and saying it all out loud made it more real. You pulled your legs to your chest, your body still screaming in pain from miscarrying, back pains so intense you feel like your spine is on fire and a headache strong enough to make you squint at any view of light.

You could hear the television in the background, the race build up had started and you began watching it hoping it would distract you from everything that was happening in your head at that very moment.

The grid walk started, and Martin Brundle was desperately searching around for Toto to ask him where he thinks the two Mercs’ we’re going to finish today’s race. He eventually came across Shov, who was ready for an interview.

MB: “I was hoping to talk to your boss, any idea where I can find him?”

AS: “He’s had to rush off, personal matter, so won’t be able to watch the race today, but I can answer any questions you may have - just not with as much Austrian flare as he does!” he tried to laugh and distract from the situation- but you knew social media was about to blow up.

A few hours passed, and the sheer emotional state you were in made you fall asleep at some point during the race. You woke up as the podium ceremony started, that damn Dutch national anthem again. You flicked over the channels and started watching some random nature show about birds. Anything but that damn podium.

Anxiously waiting for Toto to arrive, you kept drifting off to sleep, losing track of the time, until you heard a key in the door and footsteps running up the stairs.

“Schatzi, where are you baby? I’m ho—“

The bedroom door swung open and there he was, still dressed in his white button down shirt and black trousers, so damn handsome. Your man was home.

“Toto, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears streaming, you sat up on the bed, trying to adjust your body to a position you weren’t in pain.

“Baby, it’s okay. Come here, little one.” Toto softly sat down in front of you, cupping your face in both hands and softly brushing the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumbs. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He brought his lips up to your forehead, pressing the most gentle kiss just above your left eyebrow, muffling the words “Let go baby, I’m here now. Just let it all out.”

The reassuring words from Toto meant every single emotion waved over you like a tsunami, and you fell apart in his arms. The tears came streaming down your face as you leant forward into him. You adjusted your body so you were sitting side aways on his lap, legs resting on the bed and head resting in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you like he was protecting the world, his gentle touches making you feel safer than you’d ever felt.

“Let’s get you into bed properly, baby, get you more comfortable.” Without hesitation, Toto stood up with you in his arms as he gently walked around the bed, making sure not to walk into any furniture or make any sudden movements. He slowly leant down, to lay you on his side of the bed. He grabbed a blanket, took his shirt and trousers off, walked round to the other side of the bed and got in with you.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need to move?” He asked as you started rolling over as he got into the bed beside you.

“I can’t get comfy, it’s so frustrating, everything hurts and I can’t move without feeling like I’m making a mess everywhere, it’s horrible.”

“Hey hey baby, it’s okay, don’t cry. It doesn’t matter if there’s mess, we can clean it up, okay? Come here, lay here.” He perched himself up on the headboard, his bare chest gleaming in the night light that was the only light on in the room. The smell of him just felt like home. Lightly tapping his torso, he helped you lay your head on his chest, right on his heart. You moved your arm over his toned tummy, slightly tapping your fingers over the grooves of his muscles.

“There we go baby, you just lay there and relax now. It’s okay, I’ve got you my girl.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Toto gently run his fingers through your hair, up and down your back and over your shoulder.

“Toto?”

“Yes, baby? What is it?”

“We’re never gonna meet her.”

You didn’t know if it was a girl or a boy, but your initial thought was it was a girl. You don’t know why. It’d been playing on your mind all day whenever you caught yourself thinking about what would’ve been, what could’ve been and what should’ve been.

A deep breath came from the pits of his stomach as he saw your heart break in front of him.

“I know darling, I know. But look…” he pointed out towards the night sky, a sky full of stars. A sky so beautiful, that you would’ve thought you’d made it up.

“She’s up there. She knows you’re looking at her. Hey, she’s that really bright one, look” he points to a specific star, that is, quite literally, the brightest one in the sky. “She’s bigger than the whole sky, isn’t she?” he looks down at you, as you’d cocked your head to see the star he was talking about. Making eye contact, one side of his mouth turned into a slight smile, as he leant down to kiss you on the lips. “I love you, little one.”

You kissed him back, finally feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders now he was home.

“I love you too, Papi.”

He smiled down at you again, bringing his hand up to the side of your face and gently guiding your head to lay on his chest. You heard him snuffle, and felt a teardrop on hairline where your hair meets your forehead.

“Toto?” You looked up at him, tears in his eyes as he looked out of the window.

He responded immediately. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay, I’m just so sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry for not telling you when it happened. I just didn’t want to pull you away from work and—“

“Baby listen to me. You are my world, ok? Nothing is more important than you. I would sail the seven oceans to be with you in a heartbeat. Don’t ever think anything is more important than you, Schatz. I love you so much it hurts.”

He looked down at you again, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair. “You can rest now, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

You closed your eyes and felt your entire body relax into the indentation of his body, and sunk into the bed with him. The soft strokes of his hands over your arms, hair and back brought you more comfort than you’d ever felt before, and the sound of his slow controlled breathing meant your breathing started syncing with his. You both drifted off to sleep, holding each other close. His arms wrapped around you, you laying on his chest.

This was home. He was home. He is your home.

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wolffwish · 1 year

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Protective Toto fic coming later tonight… 🥰

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wolffwish · 1 year

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Clandestine Meetings

REQUEST: “Hey!!! Could you possibly do a fic with Christian teasing Toto about a new relationship, maybe with an employee, then protective Toto caring for reader when she panics because she thinks everyone knows?!! Thank you!!! 💗💗💗💗”

Summary: Rumours start circulating around the paddock about the relationship between you and Toto, until he reaches breaking point and jumps at your defence.

Warnings: Toto x Assistant!reader, workplace drama, arguing between TPs. Soft/protective/caring Lewis Hamilton x reader. Mentions of past relationship/confrontation. Christian Horner 🫥.

A/N: Kinda thinking this could be a part one… with a very different sort of part two 😏 ps thought you’d all enjoy the bonus of Lewis being featured!

You and Toto had been seeing each other for around 3 months, sneaking around the paddock and keeping your relationship as quiet as you could— purely because you didn’t want anything or anyone to ruin it.

What you had was perfect, a professional work relationship that never got in the way of your personal one, and vice versa. You could feel yourself falling for him big time, but with people starting to question the way you look at each other and the timings of your supposed ‘meetings’, people started to talk.

The Head of the FIA had arranged a meeting regarding an ongoing PR crisis amongst the teams, with all the team principals slowly making their way into the FIA hub at the first race of the season in Bahrain.

As normal, you escorted Toto to the meeting to see him off. This wasn’t uncommon, as all the other TP’s also had their assistants with them, including Christian.

“I see you’ve bought your sheep with you?” you heard come from behind you. You turned around to see Christian smirking, with his assistant whacking him across the stomach as if to say ‘shut up’. Toto turned around with you, daggers for eyes as he looked down on Christian. His tall frame causing a shadow over him and his assistant, jaw clenching through anger and fist tightening around his paddock pass.

“Just ignore him…” you say, grabbing Toto’s wrist, urging him to continue walking. “He’s not worth the aggro.”

Christian chuckled. “Run along now, Toto. Don’t want to be getting into trouble, do yo…”

“What did you call her?” - Toto scowled, yanking his wrist out of your clasped hand and swallowing heard, making his throat swell. Eyes locked onto Christian’s, and if looks could kill…

“Oh dear. Guenther! Looks as though Toto got out the wrong side of her bed this morning.”

“Say one more word and I’ll make sure it’s your last.” Toto commanded, his face getting redder by the second.

“Toto come on…” you sighed, “please, let’s just go. The meeting is starting soon.”

“You go ahead…” he said, flicking his eyes from Christian to you. His face softening as he saw your panicking eyes. Confrontation is one of your biggest fears thanks to your last relationship, and he knew that. “Hey, don’t worry, ok? I’ll deal with it.”

You didn’t want to take your eyes off him, but neither could you stay and watch. You’d seen him get this angry before, but only once. That one time you’d opened up about your previous relationship and how you were treated was enough to make Toto see red and start a war.

You nodded, forced a half smile at him and walked away. Past Toto, past Christian and his assistant, and passed Lewis Hamilton— who was making his was to an engineering meeting. The further you were getting away from Toto, the more your heart was pounding at the thought of an argument starting over what you were trying to keep a secret.

You’d entered the Mercedes motorhome and felt Lewis grabbed you by the shoulder. “Hey, hey…” he said, his voice just a brush louder than a whisper. “Where’s that smile gone?”

As soon as you locked eyes with him, you lost it. Every emotion started running through you as you felt your past memories tarnish every fibre of your being. Lewis had no idea about you and Toto, nobody did. Atleast that’s what you thought.

“Hey, hey… it’s okay, don’t cry. Come on, whatever it is, we’ll fix it.” he says, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and gently caressing it. “What’s happened?”

Through tears and a shaky breath, you somehow, in one single breath, mastered the words “Christian.. he knows, I don’t know how but he knows about me and Toto and we tried to keep it a secret but it just I don’t know he just said something to Toto and oh god it’s going to ruin it and I can’t be—“

“Woah woah, slow down. Take a step back. Breathe. Let’s do it together. In… and out. In… and out.” You copy Lewis’ actions as he calms you. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere more private.” He ushered you up the stairs and into the room that he knew led to Toto’s office.

“I’m sorry Lewis,” you said through tears and a few sniffles. “You have a meeting you need to attend… go. I’ll be fine.” Your eyes looked around the room, trying to find a jacket as you’d gotten the cold shivers and shakes from being so worked up. You saw Toto’s jacket hanging on the coat stand, which made the tears start streaming again.

“Come here…” said Lewis, as he grabbed Toto’s jacket and popped it over your shoulders. “I’m sure he won’t mind, will he?” The corner of his mouth turning into a playful smirk and he softly pinched your cheek to try and make you laugh. “I can’t blame him…” he says, “You are beautiful… even all red faced and crying.”

You laugh and roll your eyes… “Ok, now you’re definitely lying.” As you wipe your tears away with Toto’s sleeve, you hear heavy footsteps up the stairs. The door swung open, and the room stood still as Toto stood in the doorway— one hand still on the handle as he entered.

“Has anybody seen— oh god, there you are. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Toto claimed, walking his way over to you. “It’s ok, shhh sh sh, you’re ok, come on, deep breaths Schatzi, like we’ve done before. Deep breaths.”

As Toto wrapped his arms around you, your head buried in his chest and his head wresting on your chin, you heard him whisper “thank you” to Lewis, who slowly shut the door behind him as he exited the room.

“Come on baby, I’m here now. It’s ok, I’ve got you.”

“Why does he hate me so much?” you say, still locked in Toto’s arms. “What happened in the meeting? Did you even talk to anyone? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to—“

“Hey, hey, no, we’re not doing that. We’re not getting worked up again, are we?” Toto shakes his head as he softly strokes your hair with his entire hand wresting on the back of your head. “We’re not worrying about anything else, ok? Plus… he won’t be saying anything else about you ever again. That’s a promise.”

You pulled away from his arms and looked up at him, still teary eyed and sniffling. “What did you say to him?” you said, frowning because you didn’t know what was going to come next.

“I just told him the truth… nobody picks on my girl, and if they do… I’m gonna come after them.”

Your face turned from sad to shocked in an instant. “Toto, you told them about us?! I thought we were keeping it a—“

“No no, I know. But it was going to come out eventually. Besides, I want everyone to know who I go home to every night.” He brings his hands up and places them on both your cheeks, and plants a soft kiss on your lips. “I want them to know how fucking lucky I am, baby.” He softly kisses you again, this time gently sliding his tongue in. “I want them to know that this…” he runs his hands down your neck and over your collar bones, “…is all… mine.” He kisses your neck, and you can feel yourself smiling again.

“Toto, you’re the only one that can make me go from sad to— whatever this feeling is— in a millisecond.” You tip your head back and close your eyes as he runs his lips down your neck and to your collar bone. “I know baby… I just want to make you feel better…” he says, his hands making his way down your buttoned up Mercedes shirt. “I better lock the door.”

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wolffwish · 2 years

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The Taste of Luxury

Summary: Toto was just about to leave for practice but you just needed 5 minutes of his time… and his face.

Warnings: Toto x Reader, oral sex [female receiving]

Notes: Super quick brain dump to give you all during FP3 inspired by Toto’s flat collar spotted in the paddock today 👀

“Oh, my darling is horny today no?”

“Just… quickly, I’m sorry. I need you today.”

“Come on then baby..” as he grabs your leg and pulls you closer. “Let me taste you.”

As you sit on his face he begins to close his mouth around your clit. You buck your hips into his face and moan, leaning back and attempting to grab his cock through his trousers. He shifts his head away from licking you and slaps your hip. “Not now baby, this is your time. You can see to me later.”

As he licks your folds, you can feel yourself shaking, edging closer to your orgasm. He brings his hand round from your hip and rests his thumb on your clit as you start riding his face even harder. “That’s my girl…” he muffles as his lips are pressed into you.

“Fuck, Toto… I’m so…”

You try to hold yourself up to release your orgasm, reaching your hands down between your legs and gripping his hair. You lock eye contact with him, and all you can see is the hunger in his eyes. He doesn’t even have to use words- you can see that he’s begging for it. Desperate to taste your juices.

“Fuck, Daddy… fuck I’m cum— I’m cummi—“

Your whole body shivers as you release your entire orgasm over his face. Eyes locked on him again as a mixture of sweat and your juices cover him. The smirk he’s giving you makes you want to continue riding.. edging you closer to another orgasm.

“Give it to me baby, come on, I can feel it’s still there.”

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wolffwish · 2 years

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21 Sleeps & Counting

Summary: Toto had been away for 21 sleeps [yes, you’d been counting] and he finally returns home from a triple header. Exhausted and craving you, you had a quiet night in - just the two of you.

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Monza. It feels like a stones throw away from you, yet seems so far at the same time. Monaco looked beautiful today, and you were so happy that after the triple header, Toto was finally on his way home to you. You know he’s going to be exhausted. A tough weekend for the team, alas decent results, meant that he’d probably slept for a total of about 12 hours in the past 3 days. Communication was limited, and when you did hear from him, you could just sense he was ready to come home. The lack of silly (and mostly unrelated to the topic) emojis he usually sends you were nowhere to be seen, and his usual humour was limited.

You’d cleaned the house from head to toe; the bed sheets were fresh on the bed, there were fresh cookies on the kitchen counter, the windows were wide open to let in the fresh air and you’d even finished every last bit of washing. Every time you walked past the bedroom door and looked at the bed, you smiled. Knowing you wouldn’t be alone tonight, knowing that your man was finally going to curl up with you and sleep soundly in your arms.

Flash forward a few hours, Toto was due home any moment. He’d messaged you to let him know he had landed safely and was in the car - the last part of his journey until you got to wrap your arms around him for the first time in what seemed like forever.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you heard his car pull up to the driveway. Did you go to the door and answer? Do you let him come in on his own and give him space? His absent-ness over the weekend left you pondering what sort of affection, if any, he’d want. But you couldn’t wait. You jogged to the front door, and opened it slowly, peering round the corner.

“Welcome home, baby.”

You held your arms open as you locked eyes with Toto, standing tall about 6 feet in front of you. He looked at you, the corner of his mouth peering up his face, eyes filling up with tears as you saw his entire body relax. He dropped his coat and bag gently on the floor outside the house, walked towards you slowly and sunk into your arms. His face buried into your neck as you felt the tears from his eyes drop onto your sensitive skin.

“Toto, darling, what’s wrong?” - you tried to back away from his hug to lock eye contact, but he had no intention of letting go any time soon. You felt him shake his head, still buried in your neck. He pressed his lips between your neck and shoulder and gave you a gentle kiss.

“Before I saw you, everything. But now? Nothing.” - he lifted his face and cupped your face in his hands, and gave you the gentlest of kisses on your lips. “I’ve missed you so much, Schatzi. So much.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby. Come on, let’s go inside.” - you smiled at him, wiped away his couple of tears that were resting on his cheeks and kissed him on the nose. He smiled back at you, brushed past you, and walked inside. You picked up his coat and bag he’d dropped, made sure he’d locked the car, and followed him in.

“Wine? Beer? Or something stronger?” you asked, dropping his bag and coat on the sofa in the hall as he sat down on his chair in the living room. You know, one of those armchairs that’s only meant for one person, but you had tendencies of sitting on his lap and cuddling him in it.

“Uhh, just a water is fine, thank you darling.” his response was laboured, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. Barely able to keep his eyes open, you look over at him. One elbow on the arm on the chair, his temple pressed against his hand and yawning one after the other.

Water? In the 8 years you’d been in a relationship with this man, you’d never known him to have a water after a triple header. Nevertheless, you walked to the fridge, poured him a glass of filtered cold water, added the ice and a glass straw and walked it over to him.

“Come sit, Schatz.”

You smiled at him as you handed him the drink. He took a few sips before setting the glass down on the table in front of you, looked up at you with his glassy brown eyes and gestured you to sit on his lap. You did so, placing your bum on his legs and your legs draped over the arm of the chair. He pulled you to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, your lips gently pressing on his ear.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Toto. It’s been, it’s been so long…” you speak with a soft voice, your hand running up the side of his face and gently stroking through his hair and back down his cheek. “It’s been…”

“21 sleeps and counting.” he finished your sentence before you could, and you felt his head move to turn towards you. You looked up at him, smirking, knowing that you’d both been counting down the days until you were finally together.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. 21 days and counting.” you giggle, and gently press your lips to his. Your hand on his cheek, gently caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. The kiss was long, soft, slow and passionate. His arms rested on your legs, slowly making their way up and down your inner thighs. Although that’s normally your biggest turn on, tonight wasn’t about that, tonight was about cuddles with your man.

You pulled away from the kiss, looking back into his eyes and rub your nose against his. “I’ve missed your face.” you say, as you plant another kiss on his nose.

“Just my face?”

“Well no, obviously not…” you laugh, “I’ve missed all of you, but that face…”

He giggles and shakes his head. “You know, you’ve been staring at it for 8 years now, I’m surprised you’re not fed up with it.”

“Never!” you say, gently slapping his arm as you look at him, shocked. “It’s one of my favourite things about you.”

“One of, huh? Care to make an old man feel a bit better about himself and list the others?”

You throw your head back laughing like a little kid. “Well… you know I love your hair” as you kiss the top of his head, “your shoulders” you adjust yourself to kiss his shoulder, “your chest”, you kiss his chest through his denim button-down shirt, “your legs” you kiss the top of his thigh, and before you could continue, he interrupts with;

“Don’t say feet. They’ve been in these socks all day and they’re not kissable at the moment.”

You laugh, again, as you sit on the floor in front of him and rest your chin on his knee. “Ok, fine, but I’m not finished yet.” You smile at him, and look up at the ceiling, pretending to pluck answers out of thin air, when really there wasn’t enough hours left of the day to reel off all of your other favourite things. “There’s your sense of humour, your kindness, your work ethic and how you treat them like family, your love of pumpernickel, your wardrobe full of denim shirts, your…”

“Ok, ok… that’s enough now.” he smiles as he looks down at you.

“No!!! Wait… I almost forgot the most important one.” - he raises one eyebrow. “Your cuddles, obviously.” - he giggles and holds his arms out, holds both of your hands and helps you stand up with him. He wraps you in his arms, his height making you feel tiny as he embraces you with every fibre in him. You bury your head into his chest, and he kisses the top of your head.

“I love your cuddles so much, Schatz.” he says into your hair. “They’re what I crave most when I’m laying in hotel rooms.”

You look up at him and smile. “But it’s okay, because you’re home now. And you’re here for a while before you have to work, right?”

He looks up, staring out of the window, looking over the whole of the Monaco harbour. “You’ve got me for…” he looks down at his watch, “precisely 48 hours and 16 minutes.”

You look at his watch, then back up to him. “Ok, I’ll take it. But only if we get to spend the next 12 cuddling.”

He looks down at you, locks eye contact and grins. That cheeky one-sided grin that you miss seeing when he’s not here. “Deal. Now why are we still standing up and not in bed?”

You laugh and shake your head simultaneously. “It’s clean sheet night, so you’re showering first.”

He looks up at the ceiling and makes a fist in celebration “Yes! I knew it. I knew I could smell the fresh linen when I walked in.”

You laugh again, and let your arms fall to his ass and gently pat it a few times. “Shower. Now. Then you can come join me in bed.”

You rush off to the bedroom, get out his favourite pyjamas and lay them on the bed. He only ever wears pyjamas to cuddle, because you know you’re never able to resist each other if you’re even remotely naked. Top or bottom, it doesn’t matter. If one is missing, you’re deffo not controlling yourself. And neither is he.

After Toto’s done in the shower, he walks into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist and still steaming, dripping wet. You lay on your side on the bed, one elbow holding your head up, staring at your fine figure of a man walking towards you.

“Damnnnn Daddy, you’ve really been hitting that gym haven’t you?”

He laughs as he takes the towel from his waist, revealing his dick and ruffles his hair with it. “Kind of, why? You like it?”

“TOTO!! MANHOOD. COVER IT. TONIGHT IS CUDDLE NIGHT!”

He laughs and throws the towel at you. “Calm it, Schatz! You’ve seen it before!” he laughs, as he steps into his pyjama bottoms.

You laugh with him as you yank the towel from your face and throw it to the other side of the room. “Will you just get in, please?”, pulling the covers up and telling him to get in. He climbs into bed with his pyjama bottoms on, but top still off. You didn’t say anything as you were secretly hoping he’d either forget to put it on, or choose not to. As much as he is calved by actual gods, there was nothing better than skin on skin. You were just wearing a cropped vest top and shorts, so there was plenty of skin on skin contact tonight.

He laid back onto the pillow and held his arm out to the side. You scooted in next to him, wrapped your arm around his waist and plonked your leg over his so you were laying half on your side, and the other half practically on him. He gently started running his hand up and down your arm and kissed your forehead with tiny little pecks. “God, Schatz. I love you so much.” he whispered as he started caressing your hair.

“I love you too, Toto.” as you kiss just below his nipple. You rest your hand on his heart and start delicately running your fingertips along his torso. “You know…” you start, as you plant another kiss in a slightly different place. “I never thought I’d be able to love someone as much as I love you.” you look up at him with puppy-dog eyes and slightly teary, “but God, Toto, I love you so much it hurts.”

He holds you that little bit tighter and kisses your forehead again. “Hey hey, c’mere.” he says in a mere whisper. “Don’t get upset, darling. I know you’ve been hurt in the past, but that is long gone now, and you are my forever. Okay?” he adjusts himself onto his side so he’s facing you, cupping your face with both of his huge yet so delicate hands. You start to tear up even more and he kisses you softly on the lips. “Okay?” he asks again, concern building in his eyes.

“Okay.” you muster up in between shaky breaths.

You turn over so he’s spooning you. You scoot yourself back, ass pressing into his crotch, fitting with him like a glove. He wraps his arms around you and gently tickles your tummy, then up your arm, through your hair and back down your side, over your hip, the top of your legs and back to your tummy again, just with the most delicate of touches of his two fingers.

“Stay here with me, and we’ll be just fine. I promise.” he says, planting a kiss on your ear.

You melt into his arms like butter, and slowly feel your heart beats syncing together. The rise and fall of his chest begins to get slower, more relaxed, as you feel yourself drifting off in his arms. You kiss his arm that’s resting by your mouth and lock your fingers into his.

“21 days I’ve been waiting for this…” you whisper.

“I know, darling.” Toto responds, “Close your eyes, baby. You can rest now.”

You begin closing your eyes and gently squeeze his hand 3 times. That’s your thing with him. The silent “I love you.”

He squeezes it back 4 times…

“Hey…” you turn your head to face him, even though it was getting dark. “You squeezed 4 times?”

“I know…” he says, “Schatz…” he releases his hand from yours, turns over and turns on the bedside light. You hear him open the draw and ruffle around for something, confused as you were both literally about to fall asleep. You sit up and half face towards him, scratching your head. He turns back around, holding a little black box.

“Toto, what are yo—.”

He smiles at you. “Give me your hand.”

You stare at him, not breaking eye contact. You give your hand to him as he locks his fingers in yours, and squeezes 4 times. Again.

“4 squeezes, 4 words. Will You Marry Me?”

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A Desperate Diamond • Part II

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You suddenly have the urge to film your first sex tape with Toto. It’ll only be for a select audience, but the thought of people getting off to you two pleasuring eachother is driving you crazy.

Trigger warnings: Pet names, rough sex, Daddy!kink, slightly derogatory, [you’re a married couple] and just pure smut tbh.

Word count: 1.2k of pure filth

Toto smirks, almost in shock that you’re capable of being such a mess. “Such a beautiful woman, but such a filthy mind, huh?” He hooks a finger under your chin. “Stand up.” He demands.

You stand, legs still quivering and you can barely contain yourself. “Where, how do you—?”

“Patience. Now turn around, and walk towards there.” Toto gestures to the wall, not too far from where you’re standing. “Palms flat, both of them, to each side.”

You adjust yourself, doing as Toto demands. Both palms are flat on the wall, at shoulder height, and your cheek is pressed flat too. You take a deep breath in and closes your eyes, not having a clue of Toto’s next move.

Toto takes both of his hands and aggressively cups your ass, slightly pulling it up so you’re on tip toes. He can almost hear how wet you are, the slickness of your pussy peeling open. His left hand is cupped around your ass, while his right makes its way under you.

“All good?” he asks, making sure you’re comfortable.

“Yes.”

“Good.” And without hesitation, 2 fingers plunge inside you. He begins massaging inside your pussy, making sure you’re ready for his ever-growing cock.

He takes his left hand from your ass and begins stroking himself, making sure his dick is rubbing against your ass as he makes himself even harder.

“Good girl.” He says, his mouth pretty much pressed up against your ear. “I think you’re ready, aren’t you?”

“Fuck, Toto. Please…”

He takes his cock in his right hand, and places his left hand around the front of you, and begins massaging your clit. “So wet, darling.”

He runs the tip over your entrance, letting your pussy begin to adjust to his size. No matter how much you fuck him, you’re always tight. Sometimes too tight, and it makes you bleed slightly, depending on the angle.

“Oh my god… Daddy, you’re so..” before you finish your sentence, Toto gently edges the tip into you. It’s slow. Slow enough to make you tremble as you stand on your tiptoes to make yourself taller. Slow enough for you to headbut the wall in frustration, desperation and deep desire for every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, Schatz, you feel fucking amazing.” he claims, his breathing getting faster in your ear. He edges more of his cock in, feeling your walls clamp around him the further he enters.

Toto breathes in a quick breathe as he enters himself entirely into you. He moves his left hand onto your stomach, gently pressing onto it to generate your g-spot from the outside in. He thrusts. It’s slow and passionate to start with, because he knows that’s what his bride likes. Slow. Passionate. Hard. Thrusts.

Your cheeks are flushed, your hands can no longer sit on the wall as they’re in desperate need to be on Toto. You lean back, laying your head on his shoulder, and move your arms so both hands link fingers around the back of his neck.

“Hello darling.” he says, as you turn your head to kiss him. It’s sloppy. It’s a sloppy kiss. You’re both so drunk on each others love that you can barely open your mouths properly. There’s lip biting, tongue tying and mouth watering kissing happening, all while he’s thrusting his hips up and down. The rhythm is good, it’s what’s getting you closer to your climax.

“Toto.” You gasp. “Harder. Please.”

You don’t have to say anymore. Your wish, is his command. No matter how dominant he wants to be, if you ask for him to fuck you harder, he fucks you harder.

The thrusts are stronger this time. His arms make their way up the front of your body and latch on to your shoulders. As he thrusts up, he pushes your body down onto him. It’s rapid now - you’ve practically gone limp he’s fucking you so hard, apart from your mouth, which has found its way to his neck and you’re biting on it.

“Turn. Now.” He pulls out of you, fast, but only for a split second. He yanks your entire body with one arm, and turns you so your back is now against the wall. He places both arms under your legs and lifts you up, and sits you down onto his cock, which slides into your slick pussy.

“Oh my god, Toto, I can’t…” you’re a wreck. A fucking wreck. You can’t even speak. You’re dripping, your pussy is clamping around Toto’s cock and it’s getting tighter with every thrust. You’re close. You’re close to releasing your entire soul onto his cock.

Sweat is pouring from Toto’s face as he kisses you, hard and sloppy like before. He’s thrusting continuously, holding your entire body weight up with every thrust.

The wall is cold, but you are is hot, and the difference in temperatures is making you slightly disoriented. Not to mention the drilling you’re currently getting from the man that drives you insane with just one look.

“Toto, I’m, I’m gonna—.”

“Cum for me, baby. Show me what you’ve got, come on.” Usually, he teases you when you’re close to your climax. But this was different. You’re both as desperate as eachother now. His head is pressed into your neck, sucking on it, because he knows that’s what makes your climaxes all the more pleasurable.

Your arms are wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. You’re shaking, hard. Your whole body is trembling as you reach your climax.

“Fuck, Daddy, please I’m—.”

“Baby, fuck, keep saying it. Keep telling me.” Toto’s thrusting for his life now. Every muscle in his body is tense. His veins popping, face flushed with a tint of pink and eyes begin watering.

“Daddy I’m, im cu—.”

He can feel the juices release inside of you, but his thrusts are so violently hard it makes you squirt everywhere. He can feel it all - on his stomach, his dick, running down his legs. The clamping of your pussy over his cock was enough to make him wavy, too.

“That’s is baby, you make Daddy cum with your pussy, keep doing that…”

You continue digging your nails into his neck as you ride out her high, but begin grinding on his dick. Your lips meet his ear as you begins whispering, feeling that he’s getting close.

“Come on, darling… tell me, tell me what you want.”

You breathe heavily in his ear, still grinding on him.

“I want you to fill me up, Torger. Come on baby, show Mama what you’re made of. Show me how much you love me, but fuck me like you hate me.”

The final few thrusts are short and fast. He’s biting his bottom lip as he releases hot spurts of him cum inside of you.

“FUCK!!”

An orgasm so intense, it’s made him shout. He never shouts. He’s normally so calm and collected, but something happened to him today. Something changed, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

His muscles relax as he steadily walks you over and sits on the bed. His cock still in you, and you collapsed into his chest.

“Stay like that.” You ask. “Please, I want it to stay in me.”

Toto smirks and kisses your nose softly. “I know, darling. I know. I’m not going anywhere.”

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A Desperate Diamond

Part 1 | Part 2

Trigger warnings: Pet names, oral sex (male receiving), slightly derogatory, [you’re a married couple] and just pure smut tbh.

Word count: 600

Saliva dripping from your mouth as he takes his dick out of you and as soon as it’s all out, you let out a growly moan because you want it further down your throat.

“Already gasping for it, darling? The camera has barely warmed up yet.”

“Fuck, I know, but knowing people are gonna watch this and get off to it turns me on even more.”

“So what shall I show them next, huh? Shall I show them what a slut their Mama can be for me? Shall I show them you begging on your knees for this?” He towers over you, tapping his dick on your lips. “Such a mess, aren’t you?”

“Please, Toto, I—.” You can’t even muster up proper words. You try to move your head to swallow his dick whole, tongue out, searching for the tip. You can barely see through the tears of desperation in you eyes.

“Fucking hell, baby.” Hands at the back of your head, controlling your movements. “Suck it, baby. Take it all.” Toto slowly thrusts his dick forward into your mouth. A hint of pre-cum on your tongue, you swallows it down and let the saliva drip down your chin and neck. “That’s it baby, nice and wet for Daddy. Such a good girl.”

He felt the tip of his dick touch the back of your throat. You try to compose yourself, but it triggers what little gag reflex you have. As you feel your throat clamp around him, he shoves in just a little further. “Take it. Don’t you dare fucking gag on me, darling. Show me how you fucking want it.”

You cough, slightly, forcing your head back. “Fuck me, Toto. I need you to fuck me,” you growl. “Please…” you look up at him, almost angry. Desperate. Pathetic. As if you’ve never been fucked by this man before?

“Jesus, Mama.. what’s gotten into you, huh? Is it the camera? Or is it the way I’m touching you, like this?” He runs his index finger gently along your collar bone and begins lowering himself to kneel down in front of you. “What about this?” His finger continuing down your breast, flicking over your erect nipple, and down your tummy. “Maybe a bit… further?” He leans his head closer to your ear, and you can feel his breathe flicker your hair. “Let’s just see how wet you are, shall we?”

He runs a finger over your slick pussy. He leans back, looking down at you. “Jesus, baby. What the fuck?” Your legs shaking, your neck exposed from the amount you’re having to crane your head to look at him. “I’ve… I’ve never been so desperate. Toto, please, I need it—.”

“Calm down, baby. The more you move, the less you’ll feel when I do this..!”

One sharp movement, and he shoves not one, not two, but three fingers inside of you. You can feel the coldness of his wedding ring at the entrance of your pussy, with his fingers being in so deep. So hard, he’s almost lifting up your entire body weight with just. Three. Fingers.

“I— Toto— oh my GOD.” Your hands flailing everywhere but finally, you grip onto his arm to balance yourself. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” you pant, sweat beading on your forehead. “Please, please, I’ll be good for you if you just— fuck me. Like a bad one. Fuck me like you hate me, please. I need it rough today.”

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Toto x Susie

The Forbidden Touch

Toto x Susie x Reader

Have You Missed Me? // Part One

Toto x Reader

A Desperate Diamond

A Desperate Diamond • Part II

The Taste of Luxury (super quick brain dump)

The Touch of a Hand Lit The Fuse (Professor Wolff 🥵)

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Toto x Reader

21 Sleeps & Counting

Clandestine Meetings

More Than Just A Short Time (please read the triggers)

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The Forbidden Touch

Part 1

Summary: Susie has been relentlessly messaging Toto smut whilst he’s been at work, so when he finally gets his hands on her after a full day at the track with FP3, Quali and interviews… there’s some things he needs to attend to. The main thing? Her bratty behaviour.

Trigger warnings: Dom/sub vibes then the tables turn very slightly, slight choking, extremely derogatory comments, spitting, oral sex, biting, scratching, rough sex, squirting, cream pie. This kinda has it all… sorry not sorry.

Word count: 2.2k+

Special mentions: Brooke, for being my absolute muse when it comes to Toto x Susie content.

Toto pulls the hotel room key out of his pocket, takes a deep breath, and slides it into the lock. The click of the handle sounded like thunder, as it’s the sound he’s been waiting to hear for hours. He knew, as soon as he entered the room, Susie would be waiting for him.

He slowly clambered out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes simultaneously, throwing them at the nearest surface. A quick adjust for his sleeves to make sure they’re rolled up, just how his Queen likes them, a ruffle of the hair to make it a crazier mess, and he slowly walks to the bedroom.

He’s greeted with Susie, kneeling on the bed, facing the door in her best underwear. A black laced bra and panties, just see-through enough to expose her hardening nipples and smoothness of her delicate area.

“And there was me thinking you’d be late…” she smirked as she bit her lip, lowering her chin to make the eye contact with Toto more intense.

“You have been such a fucking whore today, you know that?” Toto scowls, “I even had to ask the team to keep an eye for me when they put those damn cameras on me, to make sure I wasn’t looking at my phone. The phone with your slut-ridden messages all over.”

“Maybe I was messaging you those things in the hope you’d want to punish me for it…” Susie remarks, as she teasingly flicks her bra straps off of her shoulders.

“No no no,” Toto interrupts. “You do not get to touch yourself. That’s what I’m here for.” He walks towards her, towering over her as he looks down into her eyes, not breaking eye contact once. He softly strokes round the back of her neck, running both hands symmetrically down her shoulder blades, round the side of her breasts, following her bra round to the clasp at the back and pauses. “You’ve had this coming all fucking day.” He says, his accent thicker than usual. Without hesitation, he completely rips the bra from her body, not bothering with the clasp at all.

Susie gasps at the sound of her favourite garment, now destroyed, as he throws it as hard as he can and it hits the wall. “I need you to stay quiet. For now.” Toto demands, as he unbuttons his shirt in a rush, not breaking that eye contact he has with his now-submissive wife.

He stands there, all 6ft 5inches of him, making Susie feel half the size she actually is. He wraps one hand around her neck, his hands so big his finger almost meets his thumb at the back of it.

“Now, are you going to behave for me?”

Susie nods.

Toto smirks, his hand still clasping her tiny neck. “Good. Mouth open.”

Susie opens her mouth, holding out her tongue. She blinks slowly, her entire body being controlled by his movements and slick Austrian accent. As her eyes open, he spits into her mouth, released his hand from her neck and closes her mouth by putting his index finger under her chin. “Good girl. Swallow for me.”

Toto was in such control, he could literally make her do anything at the click of his fingers. He had her, under lock and key, for the rest of the night, but he was going to take his time on her.

Susie swallowed his spit and took a deep breath, her voice breaking into a pathetic whimper as she breathed out. Toto tucked her hair behind both of her ears, his hands cupping her entire face. He brings his face towards hers, his lips hovering over here for a split second. She began quivering, but as she moved her face forward to kiss him, he gently ran his lips over her cheek towards her ear.

“Let’s see how wet you are, shall we?”

Without a second thought, Toto grabbed Susie’s neck and flung her across the bed. There she is, laying on her back, legs spread, ready for Toto to take her to another dimension. Toto placed his knees either side of her hips, face close to hers, one hand next to her head to support him, and the other making its way slowly down her tummy.

“Goosebumps? I haven’t even started yet…” he says, his eyes following where his finger is leading.

“Toto…”

Her entire body shuddered as his palm was placed at the bottom of her tummy, with his fingers slowly making their way under the seam of her lacy underwear.

“I don’t think we need these anymore, do we?” and as quick as a flash, the underwear was ripped from beneath her and thrown across the room to join her bra on the floor, the furthest point away from them.

Susie giggled slightly in disbelief. The build up was driving her insane. All day she’s been teasing Toto about how she wanted her way with him tonight, yet he’s come home and the tables have completely turned.

Toto’s hand made its way back to in-between Susie’s legs, placing two fingers on her throbbing clit and gently teasing it.

“Oh fuck… Toto I…”

“Are you speaking without permission, slut? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry Daddy, I… it won’t happen again.”

With his fingers circling her clit, he begins kissing her breasts with force. Kissing, sucking, nibbling and biting at them. He wanted to make his mark on every inch of her body. She is his. She belongs to him and nobody else.

He starts on her left breast. Her perfect breasts fit perfectly in his mouth. It’s like they were made for him.

“Fuck Mama… every inch of you always taste so good for Daddy.”

Susie moans, not knowing where to focus her thoughts. He hands are now all over the place; the back of his head, on his shoulders, above her on the pillows, by her side. She can’t lay still.

Toto gets carried away and begins slamming his two fingers deep into her pussy. Her soaking wet pussy making the sloppiest, loudest noises as he growls with her.

“So wet for me… you been this wet all day?” he asks, looking up at her.

“All. Fucking. Day. Daddy…”

He smirks and lets out a slight laugh.

“Kiss me, Toto. Kiss m—.”

Toto locks lips with her. He couldn’t resist anymore. It was the deepest kiss he’s ever given her. Forceful and passionate, their lips fitting together perfectly and tongues teasing each other like it was the very first kiss all over again. Her slight gasps as he’s still fucking her with his fingers at the same time.

“Baby…” he sighs, pulling away from her. “I’m about to fucking split you in two.”

He pulls his fingers out of her pussy. Her juices soaking the bed sheets and she winces as he pulls them out, her knees buckling.

Toto takes off his trousers and boxers, revealing his huge, veiny cock. He grabs hold of it in one hand and gives it a few slow, firm rubs. Susie looks at him, hunger in her eyes.

“Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

He kisses her again, not saying a word. It’s passionate like before, tongues intertwining and becoming one.

“Tomorrow?” he mimics her. “You’ll be hobbling for a week.”

He places his knees in-between hers and knocks hers sideways so they’re further apart. He holds one of her knees to the left and lowers himself so his cock is only an inch away from her begging pussy.

“Such a whore for me.”

He slaps the tip on her clit, her hips thrusting upwards as a reaction.

“Tell me how much you want this.”

Susie’s eyes roll to the back of her head. “Please, I need, I need you so bad.”

Toto looks down at her pussy and holds the tip of his cock at her slick entrance. He rubs it up towards her clit, and back down again. A few times.

“You need it? Then beg for it. Beg Daddy to fuck you.”

Susie’s eyes fill up with tears. Nothing but sheer desperation seeping through every pore of her body.

“Daddy, please… I need you inside me. Slamming into me. I… I want you to fill me up.”

He looks at her, one hand grasping his cock, and the other hand gently rests on her cheek. His thumb circling her cheek, she moves her lips in the direction to kiss his hand.

“What Mama wants…”

Slam. He slams his rock hard, throbbing, desperate cock into her.

Susie yelps. “TOTO…”

“Mama. Fucking. Gets.”

He slams into her with force. His abs tensing. His veiny arms popping as he tenses his entire body. The look on Susie’s face turns him on even more. Her head is back into the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes closed and biting her lip to conceal the noise.

“You like that? You like Daddy slamming into you? My little fuck doll…”

“FUCK! Toto… just like that, fuck… I’m so close…”

Toto places one hand by her head again, and the other hand flat on the bottom of her tummy, and presses down gently.

“Can feel myself inside you… Susie, fuck!”

He knows. He knows exactly what he’s doing. The gentle pressure on her lower tummy, stimulating her g-spot from the outside.

“Daddy’s cock so big I can feel it with my hand…”

She thrusts her hips up again, this time letting out a scream. Toto can feel her walls clamping around him, knowing she’s about to reach her high. He does one final thrust, and when she’s peaking, he quickly pulls his cock out of her, releasing her juices all over him.

“Toto, no!!!”

She tries to close her legs to lessen the squirt, but he already knew what she was thinking before she even did, and held both of her legs open. Trembling as if she was freezing cold, he moves his face down to her pussy and begins licking up the rest of her cum. His tongue deep inside her. His hands wrapped around her hips, holding her body down as she tries to move in every direction.

“Oh my god, Toto, I’m cumming aga—”

She thought she was done.

She wasn’t done.

As he began licking her clit, another orgasm was released. This time, he could swallow every drop of it. And it tasted sweeter than ever before.

“That’s it baby…” he mumbles, barely moving his head away from her pussy. “Keep cumming for me.”

She rides out her high. Her hips, completely out of her control, moving in circling motions as she releases her cum into Toto’s mouth.

Toto continues to suck all of her juices up. When he can feel her coming down from her high, he places gentle love bites all up her inner thigh, around her pussy.

“Such a good girl for Daddy… so sweet…”

He looks up at her smirking, and she looks down at him. Tears pouring from her eyes, hair all over the place. Love bites on her breasts, stomach and legs. She was a mess. But she was hiss mess.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, baby girl?”

“It’s your turn. I need you to cum in me. Need you to… to fill me up.”

She could barely get any words out, but when she did, they filled Toto with nothing but turmoil.

He resumed his position in between her legs, his cock soaking wet from her juices and her pussy still soaking wet. Still throbbing for him.

Without even touching his cock, it slid in perfectly. Her pussy now gaping open for him, but clamps round him as soon as he enters her.

“Fuck… Susie I…”

He was so turned on. So horny for his bride. So fucking close to exploding only after a couple of thrusts in her again.

Susie wrapped her arms around his body, and up his back. Her nails digging into him, leaving scratch marks everywhere she dared to scrape.

She pulled him closer, her lips next to his ear.

Whispering, she says “Daddy…”

Toto is about to lose it.

“Fill me up Daddy, come on… cum for Mama.”

Her soft whispers meant his body was out of his control. He squeezed his eyes tight shut, began violently slamming into her. His entire body was so tensed she could feel every muscle cramping on his back, arms, legs, torso…

“I’m… fuck, Susie I’m cumming.”

One. Final. Slam.

She felt it. She felt his warm cum fill her up. Hitting every wall in her pussy, she clamped around him to make his orgasm more intense.

“Stay still.” she demands.

She physically made her pussy clamp around him to the rhythm he was releasing inside of her.

“Toto…” she says.

“Fuck… baby that was… too good.”

He lifts his body up and grabs his cock, pulling it out of her. She feels cum his cum follow, but he catches some of it on his fingers.

“Suck.”

He shoves his cum-covered fingers into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she licks all of their intertwined cum off of them.

“Such an obedient girl when you want to be, aren’t you?”

She giggles, opening her mouth to show him she’s swallowed all of her Daddy’s cum.

He stands up next to the bed, holding his hand out.

“Come with me…” he says. “Let’s get cleaned up so I can make you dirty again.”

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wolffwish · 2 years

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No thoughts head empty just thinking about horny Susie needing Daddy back from FP1 😈

#toto wolff #susie wolff #texts with the wolffs #toto x susie

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wolffwish · 2 years

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Have You Missed Me?

Part 1

Summary: it’s been a long 2 months since you, Toto and Susie have been in the same room as eachother, and they were both ready to show you how much they missed you.

Trigger warnings: Daddy Toto/Mommy Susie, slightly derogatory comments towards reader, oral sex

Word count: 600+

Toto enters the room, looking you up and down like you’re his main course that he’s going to devour for the rest of the evening. “Hello, my baby” he says, as he walks over to you and places one finger on your chin. “Have you missed me?”

“Always, Daddy.”

“Toto! Toto, wait.” You hear Susie call from the bathroom. Quick footsteps approach the bedroom as she’s hooking her bra strap back onto her shoulder. “She’s mine first” she says, as she runs the tip of her finger down Toto’s back. “She needs Mama to warm her up…”

Toto stands tall besides you, and Susie begins unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s a lot easier if we can feel your skin, Toto…”

Before you can even think of saying anything, Susie has crouched down inbetween your legs, spread them with her warm palms and began kissing up your thighs. “That’s a good girl,” Toto scowls, “you make our baby girl nice and wet.”

Shocks are sent up and down your body as Susie’s tongue lands on your throbbing clit. “Fuck…” you moan as you throw your head back, your eyes quickly blinking then locking again with Toto’s. “Look at you,” he smirks, “already such a mess for Mommy… how will you ever cope when I get my hands on you?”

Before you could even say a word, two of Toto’s giant fingers are shoved into your mouth, right to the back of your throat. ‘Suck on them for me, darling.’ As your tongue made its way round the edge of his fingers, saliva dripping down your chin, Susie’s continued to devour your pussy like she never has before.

Muffled by his fingers and your entire soul being sent to another dimension by Susie’s tongue, you can feel your release getting closer. You look down at Susie with plead in your eyes. “I’m… I’m gonna cum…”

Those words were like a challenge for Susie, as she began tongue fucking you even harder. Her lips wrapped around your clit like they’re superglued to you, and her tongue edging you even closer. She releases her mouth and brings her fingers down your stomach to replace her tongue. “Let go baby… cum for Mama.”

As you feel your walls clamping around Susie’s fingers, Toto begins kissing you vigorously and murmuring words inbetween breaths. “Fuck… Such a good girl for Mommy, aren’t you?” You clamp around Susie’s fingers for what feels like an eternity, for her to quickly pull them out of you and lick up the rest of your loud orgasm. You’d never really made a mess before, but Susie’s face was absolutely covered in your juices.

Toto looks down at both of you with a degrading look. “Look at the state of her,” he says to Susie. “How will she ever cope when you guide my cock into her pussy?”

Susie smirks, slowly standing up, and helping you mirror her with both hands in yours. “Stand with me, darling. I want to feel your hands on me now.” You slowly stand with her, legs still trembling as your eyes meet hers and you flick between staring at her and Toto.

“Darling” he says to you. “Me and you, together, are going to give Mommy what she deserves now, you understand?” You nod, slightly nervous as he stands taller than he ever has before. “I’m going to watch you lick her, and then you’re going to watch me fuck her. Like a good little girl, ok?”

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