#I just met with my insurance lady and asked a bunch of stupid questions because I Do Not Understand

[woundedheartwithin]

Yakuza honestly changed my life. It taught me that I can be stupid as shit and that’s very cool and sexy of me, so now I ask all the dumbass little questions that pop into my dumbass little brain without worrying about what people think of me. It’s okay if they think I’m stupid, because I AM stupid, and there’s nothing wrong with that

[blackevermore]

Keeping Count

[ Wonka x Taylor]

Summary: She says she’s not into it but secretly she doesn’t mind it. However, that doesn’t stop her from being upset with him none the less.

Genre: lol this was slight ns//fw then I slipped up

Warning(s): Spanking, Grinding, Half undressed, Language 

Word count: almost 4K 

A/N: I was thinking about Wonka bending me over his leg. Whoopsy doo honestly. Also sorry for the mistakes and blah I just kept writing and didn’t reread any of it I’ll do it later

Taylor and Wonka were not the types of people that could easily be told what to do. Your criticism was beath them, and your advice was nothing more than a pinch of salt on a dining table. If you had a problem with either of them, it was best to keep it to yourself, never allowing either of them to hear what you had to say. The last thing you needed was the uneasy wrath of the duo as they stood above you counting down the seconds to your misery. Unfortunately, this mindset applied to one another between them, Taylor wasn't allowed to ask too many questions, and Wonka couldn't mock her for her curiosity. 

But who were they to actually follow a simple agreement like that? Taylor purposefully nagged Wonka for things that didn't make sense. Why kill the man if you actually needed him alive to sign the document? Why did shipping have to go out a day pier if you were still going to reroute the deliveries? What was the point of the hookah bar if neither of them used it? Taylor could pull out her phone and rant off the list of things she donned as 'bullshit' that her boss did or orchestrated. Half the time, her questions were genuine, her boss was a very secretive man with high power to run a whole country if he wanted to. Thank god he didn't, if he did, she would be crawling up the corner of a wall in annoyance at all the work she had to do. Wonka, on the other hand, found her curiosity both exasperating and somewhat entertaining. Her lack of knowledge was his own ego stroke of how superior he was to her. At times he didn't mind her 'stupid' questions, and he would even answer them with 'stupid' answer. But when the day was taking its toll on his wild mind, he would prefer if she shut up for once and just did as she was told. Like she was supposed to. 

"Sir!"

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'? You legit can't be that childish to not allow someone to use specific colours. You can't trademark colours!" Taylor huffed as she tried to keep up with her boss's massive strides. He was trying to get away from her, but it was clear she refused to drop the topic and go away.

"I can. I will. I did." He grumbled as he tucked his cane under his arm and fished for the keyring attached at his hip. If he could find his office key before he made it to the door he could get in quick and lock her out. Taylor notices how frantic he was with metal and her two off jogging to get in front of him. She stepped over into his path and caused him to stumble backwards. 

"Sir. I get that you want to keep your marking image to yourself, but that is an old lady you're willing to shut down over the colouring of her packages." 

"I as always do not care. Now move or be moved." Wonka narrowed his eyes at the girl as he finally found the office key and held it close to her chest. Taylor rolled her eyes as she stood her ground and refuse to move. They stood there for a moment as they tried to stare down each other. Clearly, Wonka was cracking faster than she, his eye started to twitch which was a clear indicator that he was getting fed up. Taylor knew that it would be best to get out of his way, she knew what came after a few eye twitches and a nasty look. So many bodies left in his wake was enough insurance to never get on his bad side. But she couldn't let him win so quickly, he was petty, and she knew that she had to shut him down before he wrapped his hands around an old ladies throat and wrung her silly. Taylor tried to her eyes on his. When she noticed he grabbed the knot of his cane and pulled the cane from under his arm, her heart stopped. It became harder to lock eyes when she saw him raise it off the ground a few inches then brought it down in a vicious tap. 

Warning one

Taylor automatically moved out of his way as fear crept up her back. She cursed at herself out loud for cracking but promised herself she wasn't done yet. She had a whole full of things she had to say before she reached her next limit with another tap. Wonka brushed past her quickly and down the hallway. He finally made it to his office and slid the key in to unlock the doors. When the sound of the heavy lock undoing itself met his ears, he sighed in relief of finally getting away from her. Taylor didn't understand the importance of saving face in the work world. If that old woman started using his colours to wrap her sweets than the marking pool would be slipt in two due to confusion. The world was a bunch of idiots buying things they could only associate with one person. He had already had that happen once, the reasons he closed down the factory in the first place, he didn't want a repeat of before. No matter how old his competition was, he was willing to destroy them at all coast. He was well aware that he was ruthless, a highly unfair player, and a very sore loser in a game he dominated anyway. 

He took his hat off along with his long trench coat and placed them on the coat rack near the door before walking over to his desk and sitting down in his chair. He put his cane against the railing beside him and propped his elbows up in front of him with his fingers intertwined. Something told him that was the end of their disagreement. He watched the door waiting for her to bust through hot on her heels and yelling. He waited for three minutes before finally leaning back in his plush chair. He thanked whoever above for the needed silence, he needed to calm down before he did something treacherous. 

The door clicked and flew open with Taylor walking over with her hands on her hips. She stood in front of his desk, tapping her foot, waiting for him to acknowledge her. Wonka told himself that if he kept his eyes close, she would go away. When he peeked from under his lashes, he cursed as she was still standing there. 

"I'm not a bear, staying still won't make me lose interest. I'm upset and I'm locked in on you." Taylor hissed.

"Your interest really needs to check, you're more invested in nothing rather than something. I'm not changing my mind, and there is nothing you can do about it, little girl." Wonka's eyes shot up, full and burning holes into her face.  Chills ran down her back at how creepy he could get, but that still didn't take away he was a man-child living a fantasy only a 5-year-old would want.

"Oh, now I'm a little girl?"

"You're younger than I."

"I wasn't little two days ago when I was between your legs blowing-"

"Don't finish that!" Wonka shot forward in his chair. Taylor smirked from his sudden rise and stuck out her tongue. The blush on his face gave away his embarrassment. Checkmate. Taylor always enjoyed how sheepish and bashful he got when she brought up anything sexual between them to him. He was still wrapping his head around the fact they were more than a business partner. 

"Sir, you can not copyright colours." Taylor brought the conversation back around to the initial problem at hand."That old woman is going to die someday, and you are just making her life shitty by being a brat."

"You should know the definition of a brat since you are one. In hindsight Miss Snuggleknot knows better than to do anything remotely associated with me, her husband was once a great rival after all." Wonka lowered his voice when he spoke of the woman's husband. Taylor knew he killed the man long ago when word got out that there were spies in the factory. Mr Snuggleknot was one of the poor unfortunate souls that threw their hat in to get top-secrets. Wonka hunted down every last greedy handed person one by one. When he got to the old man, he took his sweet time in arranging the perfect accidental death.

"That woman still believes her husband had a heart attack while unloading his car at two in the morning. Look. She coloured her packaging like yours, but she isn't using your font which you already trademarked. Everyone knows your product from a knock off which shouldn't hold much salt over your head. You have the upper hand, and now you're trying to destroy a lady that already dealt the worse of cards from your stack. Leave her alone." Taylor slammed her hands down on his desk to emphasize her point. Wonka didn't flinch, unphased by loud bangs and aggressive actions. If he wanted to be scared or intimated, he would just go back to being a child and living with his father. His top lip scrunched up as he looked down at her hands and slowly up to her face. 

"I refuse to listen to a mindless uneducated, ignorant person that knows nothing about the marketing place let alone her lefts and her rights." Wonka shot the words through his teeth like venom and Taylor gasped before knotting her brow in anger.

"And I refuse to be talked down by a man who is clouded by past trauma that he never got the chance to move on from because he refuses to let go. The world is not always out to get you, the world is not always your enemy. Stop thinking you need to kill to not be killed when it isn't necessary. Sir, I try my damnest not to make comments on your character, but you are the toxic individual that only hurts yourself. Your level of pain is the only thing you can control at this point because the child in you only allows pettiness and anger."

Wonka reached to his side quickly and gave two taps of his cane and Taylor knew she was in deep trouble. She turns around trying to take off but the hand the reached out and grabbed her wrist was already pulling her from around the desk. Taylor tried to dig her heels down into the carpet, but all that did was make her trip over her feet. Wonka pulled her to stand in front of him, his grip on her wrist was still tight, and the look on his face wasn't changing. Before Taylor could protest, saying how sorry she was, he had already being bent her over his lap. He then spun the chair around to face towards the giant window so his legs could spread out. She kicked her legs a few times trying to get him to lighten up but the more she struggled the more he pressure he applied to keep her down.

"Oh, come on! Sir, I didn't mean it!" Taylor's face started to heat up from the position she was in. This wasn't the first time he got fed up with her and bent her over. It had been a very long time since then and whenever the thought of him getting her like this pop into her head. Taylor knew that the situation could go one of two ways. Either she was going to be pissy for the rest of the day, and he was going to feel better. Or they both were going to be half-naked taken their frustrations out. From the way he had her pinned on his lap it was looking like the former was going to be victorious. 

Wonka repositioned himself again to level out her body weight on his knees and lowered the hand on her back to hick up her uniform dress. 

"Wonka!"

"Silence." His command was low, no room for any mercy. The girl's heart skips a beat, and she fell silence rather quickly. She would just take her punishment and hope that she could sit later without wincing. Of course, even with the delivery of this punishment. Taylor was already thinking up her revenge, whatever he does onto her she would return ten times worse. Taylor shut her eyes tightly, trying to prepare herself as best she could for his incoming hand. Wonka was heavy-handed when he was angry, he usually was the embodiment of grace and beauty, but when he had fire running in his blood, his touches felt like hell. Taylor started to flinch at the slightest touches, half them were from her hair brushing against her skin. With each flinch, Wonka tried not to break out in a smile. It was very entertaining to see her mentally preparing herself for the worse when it was yet to come. 'That is how it should be' he told himself in glee, Taylor was nuisance one moment then a cry baby the next. How could she even stand herself when she was very flippy floppy. Wonka closed his eyes and breathed for a moment before opening them and looking down at the girl. His anger was slowly slipping away, and his more logical standpoint was clearing the clouds of reasoning.

"You're pitiful, dear." He cooed mockingly.

"Says the guy who is pissy about colour packaging. Suck a dick and live."

Slap

"Fuck!" Taylor screamed out as Wonka brought his hand down in a clean sweep. The pain rocketed through her ass and down her legs. She wasn't sure what hurt more the impact or the way her skin heated up from the aftermath. 

"Keep count. Straight to ten or it never ends. Plus one more if I start to bore." Wonka twisted tongue rattled off his rhyme and Taylor let out a sigh of defeat. She nodded, and Wonka smiled as she gave in to what was coming. The next slap came, and Taylor called out a broken 'two' as quickly as she could. Soon three and four with five taking a bit of time when Wonka noticed Taylor stiffen and hesitated to relax. Wonka managed to get most of his anger out in the first five hits which left his remaining five with a lighter impact. Six was still hard but this time he rubbed the area to soothe the skin under her shorts faster. Taylor didn't call out the number as she was too distracted with his gentle touch. Wonka rose a brow and quickly rose his hand and brought it down to snap her out of it.

"You fucker!" She hissed and kicked her legs, trying to get out of his grip again. That one hurt more than the others before it; she was sure it was going to leave a bruise. Taylor felt her eyes starting to water in the corners as her pain tolerance lowered notch by notch. She didn't handle pain well as it is and whenever Wonka spanked her, she couldn't help but start crying. She sniffled a bit and tried to clean her eyes before the tears fell. However, that didn't help but instead made the tears fall quicker. Wonka sighed and stuck her again but softer and even rubbed her afterwards.

Taylor gasped and pause for a moment to gather herself before saying, "S-six."

"Almost there but I won't be like the hare." He told her and Taylor took a deep breath nodding again for him to continue. At this point, Wonka was angry anymore, but he also refused to stop right in the middle. He was a man that had to finish everything he started or else it would drive him up a wall. Wonka eyed Taylor for a bit noticing how her head slumped to the side and her legs dangled lifelessly. The wet spot from where her tears fell had gotten more prominent, but he was satisfied. Well, this wasn't fun anymore if she was just going to give up and take it. Wonka's nose scrunched up at his dismay and for a second he thought about actually quitting. Ultimately pushing her off his lap and marching away with a new annoyance hanging over his head. Then an idea sparked, he knew how to get her lively again.

"God I hate when you space out, do that when I'm not bent over your lap." Taylor's comment snapped Wonka out of his trance and that was enough for him to put his plan in action. Wonka quickly pulled down her shorts along with her underwear and slipped them off her legs. Taylor reaction was immediate when she felt the tug of her clothes. She tried to get out of his lap but the hand on her lower back shot back up and pushed her down. Now she was a bit embarrassed but also turned on. This was the former outcome she wasn't expecting to happen. Wonka brought his hand up again and brought it down on the raw skin. The echo of her skin filled the room and both of them shivered. The sting still hurt but now it felt somewhat good. 

"Seven." Taylor moaned and rolled her eyes at how quickly her body betrayed her. Wonka giggled which caused Taylor to shake her head at his bullshit. She waited for the next hit just hoping he would have his fun quickly and she wouldn't be put on a display of getting turned on. Instead, Wonka rudded her cheeks again then slipped his middle finger between them towards her centre. Taylor breath hitched along with her heart and she bit back a moan. He rubbed her slowly then pulled his hand away, earning him a grumble of curses and spite.

He continues to do this for the next two hits, this time keeping his fingers between her leg longer and working her up before pulling away and leaving her to perish. Taylor couldn't bring herself to care anymore and started to grind against his leg when the feeling began to fade. Wonka had to admit that the sight of her gripping his leg and rocking back and forth was exciting and made him hot under the collar. Taylor could feel his excitement beginning to rise as her stomach brushed against his middle. She smirked and moaned out his name, knowing he would lose himself. Wonka shuttered at the sound of his name on her tongue. The hand on her upper back lowered to the small of her back and back up. The hand the was being used to attack her ass repeatedly took handfuls of cheek and squeeze it. 

"William." Taylor was always amazed at how easy his full name slipped off her tongue like water. She was still amazed that she never cringed at saying it either. She would cringe if she used his iconic nickname-which she had done many times and regretted it later. Through a shaky pant, Taylor lowered her head and bit down on his thigh through his dress pants. Biting was a primary 'hell yes' for the both of them no matter who was biting or getting bit. Wonka twitched and jolted forward a bit, biting down on his lip to stop his own moan from slipping out. He grabbed Taylor's right cheek and squeezed hard, digging his gloved nails into her skin. Taylor hummed in bliss then bit down harder when the final slap of her ass rocketed her forward. She unlatched quickly to moan out 'ten' which finally satisfied both of them in need of getting to the end. But all of these wasn't over just yet. Taylor threw her head back and started grinding on his leg again. Wonka eyes fluttered as she shifted towards him so when she rocked she brush against him purposefully. His hand on her ass slipped back between her legs. He drew different shapes with the tip of his finger driving the poor girl wild.

"Ahh-Sir." Taylor moaned again and gripped his pants leg for dear life. Wonka bucked his hips forward, trying to chase his high, but when it didn't measure up, he knew they had to change positions quickly or he was going to lose his mind. He pulled his hand away once more and tapped for her to stand up. Taylor, groaning the whole time, pushed back on his leg onto her toes to stand up. Once he was standing he pulled her between his legs by her waist. There was a silent agreement between them that she was overdressed and the uniform had to go. Wonka rose his fingers to start snapping off the long row of buttons that kept him away from the treasure underneath.

"I'm still mad about what you're doing," Taylor commented out loud. Wonka shot his eyes up to look at her and rolled them, of course she would bring that up again. Way to kill the mood.

"Not for long, you won't. Now being a good girl and shut your mouth for more than two minutes."

"Bit me," Taylor shot back and soon regretted as Wonka pulled her dress off and her into his lap to do just so. When he pulled away after finishing his attack, he watched as Taylor's eyes lowered and her mouth trembled.

"Careful what you ask for. I'm a man that enjoys giving the people what they want." Wonka smirked and licked his lip seductively drawing her eyes down to his mouth. Many ideas came into her mind in how to get his mouth any and everywhere on her body. It made her bit her own bottom lip and moan. Wonka smirked and pulled Taylor in for a kiss by the back of her head. They both melted into each other and moaned, both taking turns trying to dominate one another. Wonka came out as victory as Taylor gave up and threw her head back for air. His lips continued to trail down her jaw and neck and finally to her collar bone. 

"Now, let's see how long you can continue to be upset with me."