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Our plan to get out of Scrubbit’s is going great, we just bought the empty shop in the Galleries Gourmet, and we are closer than ever to paying off our debts. Willy, Noodle, Larry, Abacus, Piper, Lottie and I are finishing setting up the store, shelves full of all of Willy’s chocolate. Everything from silver linings to big night outs. I can’t imagine how much work it took to make all of this chocolate from just his travel factory but I’m sure as hell glad he did. I wouldn’t be here and so close to being free if it wasn’t for Willy, none of us would. We all want nothing more than to leave that awful wash house and go back to our normal lives.
“Well, I think that’s just about it! We’ll be all set to open first thing tomorrow morning.” Says Piper as she puts the last box of chocolates on the window display. I look over at Willy to see an ecstatic look on his face. I had never seen him look so happy, I’ve only known him for just over a month now, but I’ve grown rather fond of Willy. More than the others have for sure. I haven’t told him about my growing feelings or anyone for that matter. He seems way too occupied with his chocolate to even think about anything romantic, let alone with me. I’ve kept my feelings a secret and it’s perfectly fine. I’m almost positive we won't see each other much at all once we are out of the wash house. It is best that I don’t get too attached to someone that’s just being kind towards me.
“Absolutely fantastic! We need to get some rest so we are ready to sell all the chocolate we can!” Willy grabs his cane and heads for the door. We all get into the laundry cart and sneak back into the wash house. I’m barely able to climb out of the bin at the bottom of the laundry chute before I hear that stupid whistle from Bleacher. We rush up the stairs for roll call, making it just before he got suspicious. I go up to my tiny room and let myself fall onto the very small bed, if you could even call it that. The springs squeak loudly under my weight and for a moment I thought the bed would break again but thank goodness it didn’t. I stare at the leaky ceiling as I think of how close we are to getting out. I’ve been in this wash house for almost a year. I miss my friends, my family, my life. If I’m honest, I tried my best to not get my hopes up in case the plan fell through but now that we’re this close to getting out, I can’t help but feel excited.
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The store opens in 30 minutes and I can easily tell everyone is on edge, the same thought going through all of our minds; what if it doesn’t work? The anxiety affecting Willy most of all. He is practically running around the shop, attempting to straighten boxes that are already stocked perfectly and wiping counters that are perfectly clean.
“Willy, it’s going to be fine. Everyone will love your chocolate. I’m sure of it.” I attempt to reassure him but it doesn’t seem to do much. He continues to run around doing unnecessary tasks.
“I can’t let it be ‘fine’ I need it to be perfect. It has to be perfect.” I softly grab his arm as he walks past, stopping him in his tracks.
“It will be perfect if you calm down. stressing like this will only make things go downhill. Please, just take a deep breath and focus on what matters; selling your chocolate.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He lets out a sigh and peeks out the paper covered windows. The Galleries Gourmets has just opened and people are already starting to stroll in.
“It’s time!” He says as he heads for the front doors. The rest of us rush to our designated spots for the big opening.
Abacus shuts all of the lights off before Willy slowly opens the door and gets the attention of potential customers with a song. It’s rather catchy if you ask me.
An old man follows Willy into the shop and Larry brightens the lights to properly show the inside to the several customers following the two. The grand opening goes amazing and the shelves are getting closer and closer to empty by the minute. By the time the song finishes, there is a line of people almost out the door waiting to purchase a basket full of chocolate. I go over to help cash out customers in attempt to shorten the line but it’s only getting longer. I look over at Willy with an absolutely breathtaking smile on his face. He’s talking with customers about his creations and showing them off. It makes me so happy to see his dream come true. My wandering thoughts get interrupted as his eyes meet mine. I try to pretend I was looking elsewhere but my slow reflexes failed me. He ends the conversation with the customers and walks over to me. The closer I see him get in the corner of my eye, the faster my heart thumps in my chest.
“Isn’t this amazing?! Everyone loves my chocolate!”
“I told you they would. There’s a line out the door and it’s only going to get longer.”
“I’ve waited so long for this day, it may be a bit different than I expected but I couldn’t be happier. I mean it.”
“I’m so happy for you Willy. I know we’ve only known each other for a short while but-”
“Mr. Wonka, what’s going on here?” We both turn to see the first man that had come into the shop. His hair was growing at a rapid rate and is now a bight shade of sky blue. Willy walks over to him with concern and takes a bite of the chocolate flower he bought.
“Yeti sweat? It’s the most powerful hair potion in the world, I didn’t put it in there!” I could see a very obvious look of anxiety and concern on his face which bring an uneasy feeling to my stomach.
“Ladies and gentlemen there has been a manufacturing error, nobody eat the flowers!” He yells for the entire shop to hear.
“Why not?” A woman asks with a lime green beard growing from her chin.
“I’m terribly sorry everyone and I don’t know how to explain this but it seems that the chocolate has been poisoned.” This has to be Slugworth’s fault, he’s been trying to tear us down for weeks. More customers around the shop are going under the effects of the poison, people growing facial hair and turning their skin strange colors.
“You poisoned my child!”
“I want my money back!”
“I want revenge!”
Willy tried his best to answer everyone's complaints, but the customers are too angry to listen. They begin to throw his own chocolate at him and destroy all the hard work we put into the shop. They tear down the displays, destroy the chocolate, and even try to attack Willy. So much has happened to quickly I have no idea what to do until I see someone sneak behind Willy, about to throw a cup of chocolate milk at him. I run to him as fast as I can to push him out of the way but I was a second too late. Not only had I pushed him over, but we were now both covered in sticky chocolatey liquid.
“Sorry… I was trying to push you out of the way but I- I’m sorry.” We both get up and he walks off ignoring my apology. I tried to not think too much of it because of the chaotic situation but I can’t help but feel like I only made everything worse.
The customers had either felt satisfied with their ‘revenge’ or got too tired of destroying our hard work and made their way out, leaving the store in shambles. All the candy was ruined and the shop itself was destroyed beyond any repair that we can afford. Willy was left sat around the rubble, staring at the ground in defeat. I go over to him to at least try to give him some sort of comfort. I place my hand on arm and I feel him tense up. I take my hand away carefully, regretting making him uncomfortable.
“This isn’t the end Willy, we can keep selling chocolate until we can rebuild the shop. Let’s go back, I think we’ve had enough for today.” The only response I get is a head shake from him as we leave. We all go back to the wash house and go into our rooms in silence.
By the time I wash up and get into my pajamas, I start to feel a bit tense. At first I had thought it was just anxiety that had built up throughout the day but it only got worse by the second. I start to feel hot and my face is flushed a bright shade of red. I open the window to let in the cool winter air, it feels amazing against my warm skin but the feeling goes away just as quick as it came. As time passes, my temperature is only rising. I replace my pajamas for a tank top and shorts so short they barely cover my behind. I begin to pace around the room, I’ve somehow gotten so sensitive I’m aware of every stich of my clothing rubbing against my skin. I feel like I could explode any minute. I focus on breathing, just trying to calm myself until a knock on my door startles me. I open the door to see a shirtless Willy covered in a thin layer of sweat. I try to act casual seeing him like this state but my eyes fail me. They wander down his torso and his waist.
Oh my god.
He was hard. And not just hard, he was huge. I had never thought about how big he was, but I have to say I was genuinely shocked at what I saw. I do my best to bring my attention back to his face. Thankfully he was too much in his own world to notice my stares.
“The chocolate milk, are you feeling it too?” He asks, almost out of breath.
“Yes, but uh… I think it may be affecting you a bit more…” I nod to his boner and he looks down, embarrassed at his bulge which left little to the imagination.
“Gosh, I’m sorry.” He attempts to adjust himself to hide the very obvious erection, but it doesn’t do much at all.
“How long have you been feeling it?”
“About 2 hours now. It started out just feeling like I was out of breath, but it just got worse and now… Well, I’m sure you can see.”
“About an hour and a half for me. I’ve just been trying to cool down, it’s so hot!”
“Yes, I can tell. Those tiny shorts of yours were the first thing I noticed. Don’t even get me started about that damn tank top.” His eyes dart down to my chest, I was very much on display. I suppose I hadn’t been thinking of how provocative I was dressed; my only focus was to cool the fuck down.
“Oh uhm, sorry I hadn’t realized I wasn’t dressed very decent.” I reach to pull up my shirt, but he grabs my arm harder than I would have expected. Soft tingles spreading from where he touched me.
“No. I didn’t say to cover up.” He steps closer to me, still holding my arm. I feel a surge of arousal between my thighs as he looks deep into my eyes with nothing but determination and lust. He only gets closer, so close I can feel his breath on my lips. As much as I would love for him to take me right here right now, I couldn’t. We are both, intoxicated? Whatever the hell this was we sure weren’t sober. Just as he was about to kiss me, I resisted.
“Willy we can’t. we’re not in our right minds.” A look of frustration spreads across his face at my denial.
“Oh, like you wouldn’t want this?” He grabs my waist and presses my body against his, his erection pressing into waist. My jaw drops in shock, unable to think of a response.
“You think I don’t know how you feel about me? All those times I caught you staring, how red your face gets when I get close or even just talk to you. It’s adorable actually. I’ve wanted to fuck the shit out of you for weeks so if you really, really don’t want this, tell me now because if you don’t, I’m going to absolutely destroy you.”
It takes me a moment to respond, so shocked at his confidence. I would have never expected this kind of language to come from Willy.
“I want this. I really do.”
His lips crash against my own, hands exploring my body like his life depends on it. Everywhere he touches feels like heaven on my skin. His soft hands go down to my thighs, roughly squeezing them before picking me up. He practically throws me on the bed and get on top of me. He swiftly removes my tank top allowing my breasts to be exposed. I cover my chest as best I can with my arms but Willy pins them above me.
“Don’t do that shit. I’m gonna see every inch of you tonight so don’t even bother.”
His kisses move from my lips down my neck and to my chest, taking one breast into his mouth, softly biting occasionally, while massaging the other with his hand. I let moans of pleasure leave my mouth, my mind only focused on the pleasure I am receiving. My hands find their way into his messy curly hair, playing with it as he goes lower to my waist. He removes my underwear that were completely soaked through and kisses my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him suck on my clit as he pushes two fingers inside of me. My hands tug on his hair in response, and he is completely unfazed, focused completely on my pleasure. I usually am able to last longer than a few minutes in bed, but tonight is not one of those nights.
“Willy, I’m-shit-I’m about to-” My sentence is cut off by the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a very, very long time. My legs press on either side of his head and if I wasn’t seeing stars at the moment, I’d be scared I’m squeezing his head a bit too hard but yet again it’s as if nothing is happening to him. He continues to eat me out and pumps his fingers in and out of me. Not only does he not stop but he adds another finger.
“W-wait. It’s too much.”
“I’ll stop when I’m done.”
My back arches off the mattress from the overstimulation, loving it and hating it at the same time. His nails dig into my thighs, only making me more overwhelmed. He continues to eat me out through my cries and whimpers. He only comes back up to my level once I cum on his tounge for a second time. The entire bottom of his face is shining with me all over him and it only makes me want him more. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as I remove his pants.
“Please. I need you, Willy.”
“Oh, but I thought it was too much for you. Have you changed your mind?” He teases.
“Shut up and fuck me.” I kiss him again as he positions himself at my entrance. He slowly pushes into me I can tell it’s taking everything in him to not fuck me senseless but he resists, going deeper little bits at a time.
“Fuck, you feel good. Even better than I thought.” He puts one hand on my waist and the other on the mattress, quickly beginning to pick up speed. He fucks me rougher than I had expected causing very loud moans to come from me.
“You’re gonna need to be a lot quieter if you don’t want the entire city to hear you. I’m sure the others already have.” His eyes move to the window that was wide open. Shit. There’s no way they haven’t heard everything that’s happened. I lean forward, trying to get up and close the window but Willy just pushes me back onto the bed, only fucking me even harder.
“I’m afraid it is way too late for that. I’m not gonna stop fucking you until you are filled with my cum.” All I can do is let my head fall back onto my pillow and at least try to be quiet from now on which will be a very difficult task. The longer it went on the more pleasure I felt. The way I felt every inch of him go in and out of me, his hands on my body, the sounds he makes, It’s overwhelming in the best way possible; I can’t help the moans leaving my body. It’s so good, too good. I cum for the third time in the night but Willy doesn’t seem to be slowing down in the slightest, still fucking me like nothing else in the entire world matters to him.
My mind feels as if it has turned to mush. The only thoughts in my head are of Willy, nothing else even exists, just him. I moan out his name god knows how many times just wanting more of everything he’s doing. I can’t get enough but at the same time it is all too much. I feel hot tears running down my cheeks and soaking the pillow beneath my head. My cries are muffled by him kissing me, his hand snakes up my torso and grips my neck, making it almost impossible to breathe. His hand around my neck throws me over the edge once more. I begin to feel lightheaded as I feel Willy release into me. Warm, sticky liquid coating my walls. We come down from our highs and he lets himself fall and lay next to me. I cuddle next to him as he wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“You have no idea how bad I wanted to do that.” He says after kissing me delicately on the forehead.
“Maybe we could do this again when we’re not poisoned.”
“Definitely. And I’d like to take you out for dinner or something first if you’d like.”
“I’d love that, Willy.”
I look back at the wide-open window, not even bothering to shut it at this point. What’s done is done. We lay together as the poison wears off, so exhausted we fall asleep almost instantly.