Not a Threat, But a Promise
Yandere!Toto Wolff x Reader
Pairing: Toto Wolff x Fem!Reader
Genre: Yandere, Age Gap, Toxic Relationship, SMUT
Word Count: 2,549
Summary: You tried to leave. Toto makes sure you understand why you never will.
Part 2 of "You Were Never Going Anywhere."
Warnings: Unprotected p in v sex (reader assumed to be on birth control), daddy kink, breeding kink, cock warming, mild mind break, more Yandere!Toto, age gap (reader early/mid-20s, Toto mid-50s), power imbalance, obsessive behavior, forced restraint.
Dark Content Warning: This fic contains explicit sexual content and explores obsessive, coercive dynamics and psychological manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Scheiße, you look so fucking beautiful like this, mein Liebling, Toto says to himself, his eyes devouring your unconscious form.
You lay vulnerable and exposed across the Egyptian silk sheets of his king-sized bed, dressed in a delicate black lace babydoll he’d so carefully chosen for you. The fabric barely clung to your curves, your breasts threatening to spill from the low neckline and your matching panties doing little to hide the glistening heat between your thighs.
Toto’s breath hitched as he felt his cock throb. It took every ounce of restraint not to take you right then and there—unconsciousness be damned.
“You don’t understand what you do to me,” he murmured, propping himself on one elbow as his fingers traced the side of your face. “How much I crave you, obsess over you–how deep this need runs, Liebling.”
His hand slipped down to your throat. He applied the faintest pressure with his thumb—not enough to wake you, but enough to feel your pulse flutter beneath his grip. The sedative dose had been generous, but Toto didn’t take risks---not with you, at least.
“It’s always been you, Schatzi,” he whispered. His eyes, so dark and fervent, gleamed with desire, devotion, and just a flicker of mania. “You’ve infected every thought, every choice, every breath I take. You are the obsession.”
He leaned in closer, lips grazing your temple.
“Soon, you’ll understand why I had to do this. Why this is the only way. I won’t apologize for loving you this much—I’d rather die before letting you go.”
His voice dropped lower, rougher. “You’re mine. You were mine the second I laid eyes on you, and you’ll stay mine. If I have to play dirty, I will—ground you with no-fly lists, renounce your citizenship, collar you like the good little pet you are and keep you locked in this penthouse forever. Try all you want, Liebling. Run, fight, scream—none of it matters.”
Toto’s fingers tightened ever so slightly.
“You’ll never leave me. Much like how I’ll never leave you.”
When you finally come to, your head throbs and your vision blurs. Everything feels too bright, too sharp. Your mouth is dry and a harsh cough escapes your throat.
As the fog begins to lift, panic blooms in your chest.
You never made it to the airport. You never left Monaco. Not only that, but Toto fucking drugged you before you could even think of making a run for it.
You're still here—trapped inside his sprawling, multi-million dollar penthouse. His gilded prison.
Worse still, you’re no longer dressed in the sweatpants and hoodie you had on earlier. No—this fabric is unfamiliar and far more revealing. You glance down and feel your stomach drop.
A black lace babydoll clings to your curves like it was tailored just for you, delicate and obscene. The sheer cups do little to hide your breasts, your nipples peeking through the translucent fabric. The panties—if they can even be called that—barely veil your cunt. You feel stripped, displayed, and vulnerable.
“I see you’re finally awake, Schatzi,” comes that low, gravel-edged Austrian voice from beside you. “You were out for quite a while. I might’ve been a little generous with the sedative.”
You turn your head—slowly, fearfully—and meet the smoldering gaze of your would’ve-been ex-boyfriend.
Or rather, your captor.
Toto sits at your side, his dark eyes blown wide with hunger and satisfaction. There’s no remorse. No hesitation. Just the wild, possessive glint of a man who has what he wants.
“Did you really think I’d let you leave?” he asks, voice calm but laced with disbelief, a dry scoff curling at the edges. “You should know me better than that, Liebling. I’m not the kind of man who loses what’s his.”
“Holy fuck—I need to get out of here,” you mutter, shoving the down comforter off your body as you try to swing your legs over the side of the bed. However, you freeze when only one leg budges but the other doesn’t move at all.
Your breath catches. You rip the blanket back the rest of the way and your blood runs cold.
A length of black silk rope is tied tight around your ankle, its other end knotted to the bedframe. You’re not just in Toto’s penthouse. You’re bound inside it.
“Oh my God,” you whisper, fumbling at the rope with trembling fingers. “Are you—you’re fucking crazy? What the hell are you thinking tying me up like this, Toto?”
Your panic rises with every failed tug, but Toto only laughs, low and amused, like he’s watching a child throw a tantrum.
“I told you I’d do anything to keep you with me, didn’t I?” he says, his lips curling into a smug, cruel smile. “I’m not above restraints, Liebling, especially if it means keeping what’s mine exactly where she belongs.”
Before you can even try to undo the knot around your ankle, Toto pulls you back down onto the bed before moving to hover over you. He now has you pinned down underneath him, looking up wide-eyed and afraid.
“I’m sorry I didn’t give you the love and reassurance you deserved, mein Liebe,” Toto murmurs, lips hovering inches from yours as his thumb strokes your cheek with reverent tenderness. “I was too blind, too self-absorbed to see how much pain you endured just to stay by my side. I hate myself—every single day—for not doing something sooner.”
He exhales slowly, the warmth of his breath brushing your lips.
“But now that I know better, I can’t let you go,” he adds, his gaze darkening with something far more dangerous than guilt. “It’s not safe for you out there, Schatzi. You need my love, my protection, my guidance—and I’ll gladly shield you from the world that failed you. If that means stripping you of your autonomy and keeping you tied up in this penthouse forever, then so be it.”
You can barely breathe.
It’s not just the rope. It’s not even the fear.
It’s the suffocating realization that the man looming over you—the man you once trusted—believes this is love.
This isn’t the warm, stoic partner you met years ago. No. This is someone else entirely:
A man driven mad by obsession—a man so powerful, so in love, he’d rather kill than be left behind.
“You’re scared of me, aren’t you, Schatzi?” Toto teases, smirking as if your terror only fuels him.
“Just know this,” he adds, his hand trailing from your cheek down to your throat, where he gives it a gentle squeeze, “I would never want to hurt you, but I’m not above getting my hands dirty to keep you here. If you try to leave me again, I’ll break both your legs myself and tie you to this bed forever.”
“You’re fucking insane,” you spit out, your voice ragged with disbelief and horror. “This isn’t love, Toto. It’s not devotion—it’s a fucked up, psychotic obsession.”
“But obsession is a kind of love, is it not?” he replies smoothly, almost amused.
His finger drags across your bottom lip before pressing into your mouth, flattening against your tongue like a makeshift gag.
“I am so irrevocably in love with you, Schatzi. You’re all I think about. Everything I do, every breath I take—it’s for you. You’re not just an obsession, mein liebe. You’re everything.”
“No more long distance. No more letting the public’s opinions hurt you,” Toto adds, his gentle whisper masking the possessive undertones of his voice. “This is what you wanted though, right, Schatzi? Just you and me, against the world.”
Moments later, your babydoll and Toto’s nightwear are strewn across the bedroom floor.
The sound of skin against skin fills the large, spacious master bedroom of Toto’s penthouse, with only the lights of the Monte Carlo skyline illuminating your bodies as he has you nearly folded in half in a mating press.
With your ankles thrown over his broad, firm shoulders, you can barely breathe as he pistons into your shamefully dripping cunt. Despite everything that’s happened tonight, you’re unable to stop the way your body betrays you, gushing around his cock with every thrust.
“Look at you,” Toto taunts, grabbing your chin and forcing your eyes to meet his—even as they flutter back in delirium. “You say you want to leave, but your greedy little pussy is strangling me. What is it that you really want, Liebling?”
Before you can even respond, he slams harder, angling perfectly to pound your g-spot until your voice breaks into needy whimpers.
“You may lie to me, but your body won’t,” he growls, sliding his thumb past your lips and pressing it down onto your tongue. “So be a good girl and take Daddy’s cock. Let me stretch you open and remind you who you belong to.”
“Fuck—right there!” You whimper, drool slipping down your chin as your eyes roll back. “Daddy, you—you’re gonna kill me. I’m gonna–I’m gonna die…”
The sight of you falling apart underneath Toto makes his smirk turn cruel. He knows every weakness of your body: how you liked your clit rubbed, the angle that abuses your g-spot, and how a mating press makes you break like a bitch in heat.
“Oh no you don’t, Liebling,” Toto chides, forcing your jaw up to face him. “You’re going to take every fucking inch of me until you break, and until your pussy aches for Daddy’s cock.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he adds with a dark chuckle, not missing the way you involuntarily whimper at his words. “Becoming daddy’s full-time cum slut? To spread your legs whenever I want you? Scheiße, I could even make you wear short skirts without panties every race weekend, just so you can hold my cum while smiling for the cameras—and then I’d bend you over my desk and fill you up again.”
When your silence stretches, Toto halts his thrusts entirely. You cry out at the unbearable stillness, but he only clicks his tongue, grip tightening on your jaw.
“Respond when I’m speaking to you, Liebling,” he commands, “or you don’t get to cum.”
“Y–yes, Daddy,” you weakly stammer, voice wrecked. Your eyes are glazed, submissive, and full of devotion. “I–I wanna be your dirty little cum slut. Wanna–wanna let the whole paddock know who I belong to…”
“Good girl,” Toto purrs, resuming his relentless pace. His smirk sharpens as your walls continue to spasm helplessly around his cock. “Fuck—you’re so good for Daddy, mein liebe–my everything.”
Even though your brain was screaming at you for enjoying this, you couldn’t help the way your body caved at his touch. Your walls fluttered around Toto’s cock, and each sinful, patronizing taunt from his lips only caused your cunt to greedily tighten. Every word and movement was made strategically, all with the intention of not only bringing you to an earth-shattering orgasm, but to also break you.
Using your pleasure-filled stupor to his advantage, Toto grabs your jaw with his hand and pushes your cheeks together.
“Open,” he grunts, barely giving you time to comply before pressing his thumb against your tongue and spitting on it. “Now swallow.”
You dumbly nod and comply, closing your mouth momentarily and swallowing Toto’s saliva as if it were nectar from the gods.
“Oh fuck,” you moan, involuntarily clawing your nails into the skin of Toto’s back, “Daddy, I–I’m gonna cum soon…”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Toto patronizingly chides, halting his movements inside of you completely. “You don’t cum until Daddy says so. I’m nowhere near done with you, Liebling.”
“I won’t stop until I’ve fucked all the defiance out of you,” he grunts, briefly pulling out to flip you onto your hands and knees before pushing your hips down at an angle, “break you down, and build you back up again into my perfect little girl who won’t even think of running away.”
With that, Toto slams into you with one sharp, heavy thrust. The air is knocked out of your lungs as his cock stretches you out from a new angle, but you can’t help but scream into the pillow from pain and ecstasy.
“Oh my God—fuck!” You exclaim, clawing at the pillow as Toto fucks you stupid from behind. The new angle and roughness of his movements hits your g-spot with calculated accuracy, causing your walls to flutter around his cock. “It’s too much, Daddy–your cock is gonna kill me…”
Toto can’t help but smirk when you begin babbling nonsense, content with himself for having broken you entirely.
Scheiße, you look fucking wrecked like this, he thinks to himself. Gone is the hurt, stubborn woman who tried to storm out of his penthouse all those hours ago. Now, she was completely replaced by a broken, compliant little girl who would die without her Daddy.
“Cock drunk already, Liebling?” he taunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your back flush against his chest. “You’re finally understanding what happens when you try to leave me?”
All you can do is dumbly nod, your resolve crumbling entirely as his cock continues abusing your g-spot.
“Y–yes, Daddy,” you weakly reply, eyes rolling back in their sockets as focusing on anything other than the feel of Toto stretching you out becomes nearly impossible. “I–I’m sorry for being a bad girl…”
“That’s right,” Toto mutters, his lips ghosting over yours as one of his hands reaches down to place slow, calculated pressure on your clit, “you’re doing so well, mein liebe. Now be a good girl and come for me, ja?”
As if on command, your body involuntarily spasms underneath Toto’s cock, walls milking him of all his worth as your orgasm washes over you. It’s impossible to speak—with the sensations of his tip abusing your g-spot and the pressure on your clit, Toto makes sure you’re fucked stupid.
“Fuck,” he grunts, not even letting you come down from your high before rapidly picking up his thrusts, “I’m going to breed you, Liebling—gonna fill this little cunt and have you dripping for days.”
With a few final movements, Toto finally comes inside of you with an animalistic grunt—making sure he’s buried to the hilt as his cum floods your overstimulated walls. Even while he’s breeding you, he doesn’t stop thrusting–if anything, his movements become even more aggressive.
Even after you both have come down from your highs, Toto doesn’t pull out. Instead, he simply turns to lie down on his side, pulling your back into his chest as his semi-hard cock remains deeply buried inside you.
Too dazed, tired, and fucked absolutely stupid, you don’t respond. Albeit involuntarily, your body relents to Toto’s manhandling as you let him surround you.
“You’re mine, Schatzi,” he whispers, his arms tightening just enough to remind you they’re there. “And if you ever think about leaving, I’ll take everything that makes you think you can.”
“Your independence. Your certainty. Your sense of self—until coming back to me feels like the only thing you remember how to do.”
His arms close around you, warm and unyielding, pinning you to the mattress as exhaustion seeps into your bones.
Your mind tells you to run. Your body no longer remembers how.
And in that quiet, suffocating stillness, you understand the truth you’re too overwhelmed to confront out loud:
Toto Wolff would lose his sanity long before he ever let you leave.
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☆ divider credits: @cafekitsune (MDNI + star text dividers)
☆ A/N: First off, thank you so much for all the love and support from Part 1 of this fic---my heart is so warm!! I'm sorry this took so long to publish---I pushed this off for the longest time because of writer's block and a bunch of other personal obligations that came up :')
Please feel free to leave any feedback and suggestions for future projects---I love hearing from you all, and I hope you enjoyed reading!