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Apex Predator

POV: Unexpectedly, Sunday decided to pay you a visit a few weeks after you’ve submitted yourself to an abortion. And much less expectedly, your relationship with him evolved to a whole new level that you’ve never even thought of… at the cost of finding out about a dark rumor.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a Yandere NSFW work

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Possessive, obsessive and manipulative behavior, hypnosis, cucking kink, dub-con?, usage of guns and threatening

— AU is: In-Game

— Yandere!Sunday x Reader x Yandere!Aventurine

— Reading of the previous part is advised

It’s been almost a month ever since the main conflict of your life has been officially solved. Despite your pity for the baby and Aventurine’s confidence on this issue, you decided that birthing it was not something you wanted or was prepared for, so you opted to unfortunately interrupt its growth before it was too late to do it. You felt horrible. Guilt has been consuming from you from the second you woke up after the surgery and it made you exhausted from all the overthinking and crying. And the second you found Aventurine wasn’t exactly fine with the abortion too, you felt forced to immediately terminate your relationship with him despite his insistence.

It felt uncanny to keep hooking up with him after you aborted his baby. A baby who could’ve continued his endangered bloodline or given Aventurine more reasons to enjoy his life that you chose to kill.

But unlike what you would expect from him, knowing he was hurt with this Avgin baby’s death, Aventurine didn’t take the breakup very well. In fact, he acted extremely shocked towards it, maybe even offended, even if a breakup would be the number one expected thing in a situation like this. He tried to argue with you about it multiple times, but you didn’t want to listen. You were a monster, and he was a mere victim who fell in love with you fro some reason, so you just kept running away from him. You blocked his phone number, ghosting every other number he’d buy to contact you., and you also started avoiding seeing him in real life even if he did his best to stalk you until he reached you.

…

God, what a horrible time to be alive.

Remembering all the messes this abortion brought to your life made you sick. So sick not even this comedy show you were helplessly trying to like was helping you getting distracted from your emptiness and depression.

Maybe if you focus just a bit more…

Knock knock knock

Hm?

What was that?

Knock knock

Is someone at your door?

Shit—! They must’ve been waiting for quite a while now! And who the heck could it be?!

You quickly jumped out of your sofa, immediately starting to walk in a fast pace towards the door until you suddenly remembered something that made you freeze in the spot.

You just remembered yourself of this. Aventurine’s attempts to reach you physically and talk to you.

This might be him. Big chances of it. He probably wouldn’t knock on it so gently, and instead, beat it as if he’ll die if he doesn’t come in, but this could be an attempt to make you at least open the door and give him space to possibly get in.

“Who is it?” You asked firmly, ready to hear Aventurine’s whiny voice.

“It’s me.” But the voice of who was actually behind it completely surprised you.

“M-Mr. Oak..?!” You immediately unpaused your steps your seat and rushed to the door.

What could he possibly want at your house? You’re not back at work yet, nor does he have anything to do with you or your issue in particular.

As soon as you opened the door, you met Sunday right in front of you, posing as usual, peacefully standing straight with both arms behind his back and an easy grin on his lips.

“I thought we already had a discussion on how I’d like you to address me, dear.” He referred to the way you reacted to his presence inside your home, scolding very gently, with no sarcasm.

“Ah… Sorry, sir— Sunday!” You sighed, embarrassed at yourself for your pathetic mistake and appearance while he stood to elegantly and angelic. “S-Sorry… I’m still not really used to that…” You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding any further eye contact with him.

“It’s ok. I’m just here to check if everything is okay with you. You didn’t come to work today.” He also shrugged his shoulders, but way more lightly.

“I’m… not supposed to be at work today… Today is the 3rd, I’m supposed to come back tomorrow.” You awkwardly argued back.

“Today is the 4th, dear.” But Sunday kept his easy expression as he maintained his argument.

“Is it?!” You quickly pulled out your phone that was guarded in the pocket of your pants.

11:36… April 4th…

…

FUCK!

“Oh my God! I-I’m so sorry for skipping work, sir! I-I mean, Sunday! Oh, God…” If you weren’t embarrassed enough previously, it got even worse now that you made two mistakes at once.

It got you so nervous that you felt forced to put your palms at your face to hide it from him. At least you could pretend you were just doing that out of stress, couldn’t you? Or did he know his presence was making you shy?

“No need to apologize, dear, as long as if it wasn’t intentional. Alas, it’s good for me, as a boss, to personally check up on my workers every now and then.” Sunday gently reached a hand of his to your hair, pushing a thick strand behind your ear, believing it was bothering you.

“O-Oh! Do you wanna come in?” Thinking you caught his message, you immediately undid your embarrassed pose and stepped aside, pushing your door a bit further away too to give him space to walk in.

“I would love that. Thank you, dear.” His little grin in his lips got a bit bigger, but you couldn’t see much of it since he immediately walked in your home.

While he took his first impressions of your house, carefully inspecting its details, you took advantage of him being backwards to you to fix yourself a bit. After all, you want to look minimally decent while hosting your boss, don’t you?

“P-Please don’t mind the mess… I didn’t know you’d be coming.” You fixed your throat too after speaking, believing your voice still sounded tired and sick, but Sunday did nothing but giggle at your worry.

“Don’t worry. I think you have a nice place, dear.” He turned to you again, looking a bit too proud of your home even if it looked so unorganized for his standards.

“T-Thank you…” You looked down again, not being able to handle his kind stare. “Well, hum… would you like a cup of coffee or tea? You can sit down if you want to.” You were a bit desperate to find something to distract you and him from the silence between you two.

“I’ll take the cup of tea if you don’t mind.” Sunday shrugged his shoulders again before beginning to head towards your sofa.

“O-Ok!” While you begin to walk in the other way, towards the kitchen, to start preparing his request.

And as you immediately started searching your catalogue of teas in your counter for his favorite flavor, you started to realize… you didn’t have it. Not a single bag of his favorite kind of tea. And neither do you have SoulGlad, his favorite beverage, in your fridge to at least mix it with the other flavors you have and call it a day.

If this was anyone else but Sunday at your home, you wouldn’t look at it as a problem. But he’s your boss, a very kind one but a very picky one. So picky he’d scold you every time you didn’t get his food orders 101% right, despite those always being so gentle. You didn’t want him to have any worser impressions of you, especially when you’ve just skipped a day of work for no reason at all, do you?

“Hummmm… S-Sunday..?” You walked back to the door frame of your kitchen, staring at him sitting down at the sofa from afar.

“Yes, dear?” He immediately turned his face away from his phone to pay attention to you.

“I don’t have herbal tea or SoulGlad…” You scratched the back of your head as you explained your situation to him.

“I’ll take whatever you have in there, dear.” But he simply smiled back at you again, which you found very confusing.

Sunday was always strict with his food. You promised. This isn’t the reaction you’d expect him to have at all at such an inconvenient situation.

It wasn’t anything serious, but it did give a bit of anxiety. Why was he acting extra sweet to you? Even if you’ve already flawed in the way you should call him, didn’t go to work, and now had zero of his favorite foods to please him. Does he have other intentions with you being here? Does he…

Want to fire you?

“Are you sure, sir?” You asked again, trying to rip out a more negative and honest answer out of him.

“It’s your home, dear, not mine. Your home, your rules.” But he still kept his softness towards you.

And well… he wasn’t wrong. So he at least had this common sense despite all his exigences and stubbornness? Why were you expecting so much less of him anyway? He’s the head of the Oak family, not some impolite punk.

“O-Ok, then…” You walked back to the kitchen after finalizing your little talk with him and spent the next few minutes working on two hot cups of matcha tea for you and him.

When you went back to the living room, you decided to sit in the sofa beside Sunday too, setting the tray with the tea cups in the short table in front of you two.

Sunday grabbed his cup of tea carefully, smelling the refreshing scent before beginning to break the silence between you two.

“So… How are you doing?” He turned his body to you, finally taking his first sip of the tea.

“Me? I’m fine.” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to not go too deep with the conversation.

“Fine? That’s all?” He confronted you lightly, chuckling afterwards. “It’s ok to be honest with me, Y/N. I seek to learn how you’re truly feeling.” Sunday lowed his cup, fully focusing on you while admitting his desire for the deep, harsh truth.

If he really wanted to know, you could at least tell him about some of the mess, couldn’t you? Aeons… Was this even an appropriate conversation to have with your boss?

“Well…” So you decided to lower your level of professionalism, taking a small sip of your tea to prepare yourself for the talk. “It feels weird, you know? I… never thought I’d ever find myself having to do something like this… to choose between letting a baby grow inside me or not…” Even if you’d already spent many hours pondering and sobbing about it, you could still feel tears coming up to your eyes as you spoke it again.

“Your grief is totally understandable and reasonable, Y/N.” Sunday never once stopped smiling at you despite the conversation being so dread, his voice as sweet as honey as he tried to comfort you. “I think a lot of women would’ve done the same in your situation.”

“And what would you do, hum?” And you, knowing Sunday’s beliefs in the protection of life, especially ‘the weak’, started to think maybe this wasn’t a good topic to discuss about with someone like him.

“That would be one intriguing question to make if I was a woman… I can’t ever find myself in such stakes.” Sunday took another sip of his tea, looking down to the floor to think about your question. “But… thinking alternatively, if I was a pregnant woman, considering my job and the quality of the father… I think I would’ve probably found myself doing the same to avoid any further suffer for me and the child, despite me not being exactly supporting of this kind of decision.” Sunday seemed to speak about the father a bit differently than the rest of his words, which caught your attention more than the rest of his speech.

“Are you trying to imply Aventurine wouldn’t be a good father?” You chuckled at him, trying to dig his truth out of him too.

“That’s not something I can judge, nor have the rights to. Only you.” His answer unfortunately made enough sense, avoiding a concrete ‘Yes’ or ‘No’, and that silenced you, giving him space to keep taking the lead in the conversation. “Talking about him, how is he doing? Did he take it well?” Sunday decided to temporality set the cup in his lap, as if he fully wanted to focus on the matter now.

But unfortunately for him, you felt very reluctant to answer. Your vocal chords immediately tangled around each other, as if it couldn’t find appropriate words to say, nor will to be spoken out.

“Hummm…” You mumbled, turning your head to the side and looking down at the floor. “He’s ok.” You nervously lied, flicking your eyes back to his a few times to show respect to him.

“Are you sure?” But Sunday seemed to have already captured your lie, his smirk giving it away.

“L-Listen… I just don’t really wanna talk about that part in specific… It’s very personal between us.” You rapidly turned your whole body to him, finding enough courage to challenge him like that, and that surprised Sunday’s ego a bit.

“I see…” Sunday looked away for a moment, taking another gulp of his tea in silence as you awkwardly sat still staring at him.

He seemed to be thinking, facing north, but truly looking at nothing relevant. The fact he still had a small grin to his lips even after your scolding made it look creepy too. Why the heck would he be smirking at the thought of your relationship with Aventurine and how the abortion affected him?

“But you know you can always trust me to tell your blues and secrets, right?” He turned back to you, but for some reason it hurt.

As soon as his eyes laid on you, a static noise started lowly playing in the back of your head, his words choking and mixing together together in a weird cacophony, for some reason. And your throat felt full, as if it wanted to vomit something… but not something material.

Your doctors warned you that you would probably feel a bit sick after the surgery. You could find yourself vomiting, fatiguing, having tough headaches, warm fevers or other small symptoms, but they didn’t warn you about nausea at all.

And it seemed to be growing worse the more you stared at him, extra colors beginning to shine in the edges of your vision. Every edge of every object, including Sunday, had extra layers of red, yellow and blue around them… a rainbow effect that followed your movement or their movement.

Had your blood pressure dropped to zero or something? Were you about to pass out? It’d be really embarrassing for you to pass out in front of your boss…

“As your boss, it’d be really important for me to know if you’re going through any discomforts or danger in your life or not. The IPC isn’t a joke to mess with, after all.” Sunday kept his smiley facade, not noticing how unwell you looked at the moment.

And the worst part is that his words made your throat feel tighter and heavier. Why did your body feel like it wanted to be honest with him it so bad? To tell your boss about your ex-boyfriend? About an abortion that didn’t invoke him?

“He… didn’t take it really well…” Your body acted on its own, and you had to pull yourself a bit back to stop your mouth from spilling out more words.

“Oh? He didn’t?” Sunday’s face finally became a bit more serious as he heard your answer.

And your body immediately breathed in, ready to speak on its own again, but then your mind, still a bit conscious and feeling very endangered, used its instincts to snap you out of it before you could say a syllable.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Oak!” You pulled yourself away from him again, putting a hand in your forehead as if you were trying to get a grip of yourself. “I-I’m not feeling very well…” Just as you said those words, you felt that heavy aura around you, weighing on your wellness, dissipate in a blink.

“Are you ill, dear? I can give you a few extra days off if you need it.” He skipped one step closer to you, trying to bring back the closure you two just had before your repulse.

“I-I… I’m not sure…” You turned your body to the front, as if you were ready to stand up and go grab some medication in your bathroom, but at the same time you didn’t feel desperate anymore to go after it, so you simply kept yourself sat awkwardly.

That weird sensation was really gone. In a blink, it was entirely gone. What the fuck was that?

“I-I’m sorry… I just suddenly felt really weird but it’s gone now, I don’t know why—” After breathing in and out to recompose yourself, you turned back to Sunday, still holding your own forehead.

“No need to worry, dear. If you feel unwell, I’ll take care of you.” Sunday skipped one step closer again, packing his hand on top of yours in your leg to conforto you physically.

“T-Thank you…” You relaxed your body at his gentle touch, letting your neck fall down even more.

“But… is Aventurine troubling you in any way, dear? You got me a bit worried.” He leaned in a bit closer to you with a assuring grin in his face, trying to regain your focus to him.

And he successfully did manage to make you look back at those irresistible amber doe eyes of his, feeling a bit of pity for his innocence.

“Not really…” Now that you had already begun talking about it, there was not a lot of reason to go back anymore, especially seeing how curious and worried he actually was with you…

“What do you mean ‘Not really’? This is a ‘Yes or No’ question, dear.” His thumb brushed your shoulders still trying to keep you connected with him, a bit more worried about your safety now.

“He’s just been annoying me with a few calls here and there, it’s not that serious…” Sunday’s eyebrows rose hearing that statement, his grin dying a bit.

“Why? Did you two break up?” He seemed a bit too interested in the topic.

“Well… yes. We broke up.” You tried to hold the truth back, but it wasn’t something you could really cover up anyway, so you just gave up and spilled it out, taking another sip of your tea too.

“Oh… I’m very sorry to hear that, dear.” He decided to take his hand off yours out of respect and concern for your feelings.

“No, it’s ok… It just… feels weird, you know? He’s the sole survivor of a whole genocide and I just… casually killed the next generation of his blood.” You ironized the situation for the sake of coping. “And even if he wasn’t a survivor of a genocide, it still feels horrible, you know?” You sighed in distress, letting all your accumulated thoughts out.

“So he’s grieving the baby?” Sunday asked curiously.

“Yeah… I found him crying outside the hospital when he visited me after the surgery…” You paused, waiting for Sunday to say anything, but he remained as silent as a wall. “He keeps trying to tell me it’s just a temporary feeling and that he was just scared about us, but… I don’t really believe that.” For some reason, Sunday chuckled very quietly upon hearing those words, but you could still catch it a bit.

“I understand…” He looked away for a moment to process what you said. “I believe your theory, Y/N. Seems like he’s grieving both the end of your relationship and the baby.”

“Thank you, Mr. Oa— I mean, Sunday!” You suddenly realized you’ve spent the last few minutes calling him in the wrong manner again, but Sunday didn’t correct you one. “God, I’m so sorry!” You put your hands in your face and covered it again.

“It’s ok, dear. For now, it doesn’t matter. This moment is about you.” Surprisingly, right after he said that, something started buzzing behind you, and the both of you noticed it.

You looked behind you to see what was buzzing, only to meet your phone sitting in the sofa’s fat arms with an unknown number titling it.

Ok… Now this is very likely to be Aventurine.

You’d been ignoring him for quite a while now, and the more you do, the more bothered he’ll become with your wellness and the more he’ll annoy with these hundreds of numbers he buys just to call you.

And now that Sunday was a bit involved in the moment too, unfortunately, it’d be better to answer him than not to, or else Sunday could become a witness of Aventurine’s craziness.

“Uhhh…” You awkwardly picked your phone and stared at it for a few seconds, preparing yourself to the moment about to come. “Mind if I answer this real quick?” You decided to be a bit more useful and collected your empty tea cup, offering a hand so you could get his cup too.

“Go ahead, dear.” Sunday piled his cup on top of yours, letting you go right after.

You quickly walked away from the living room so you wouldn’t miss the opportunity to answer the call, and also to avoid letting the cups fall from your hands.

You placed them on the kitchen counter, wanting to check on the call first before cleaning them. So with a click on the big green button displayed in the screen, you put the phone against your right ear.

“Hello?” You said neutrally, but already with low expectations.

“Y/N?” The recognizable voice of Aventurine spoke, sighting afterwards in relief. “Y/N!” He said a bit more desperate, euphorically happy.

“Aventurine, you have to stop this.” You spoke firmly, trying to convince him with aggressiveness.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait! Please, don’t turn me off!” He screamed, thinking you were already about to click the red button.

“I already told you, I don’t want to talk to you.” You kept your firmness, but you lowed your tone down so Sunday wouldn’t listen ti you from the living room.

“But, Y/N, you never even gave me a single chance to talk to you!” He sighed in distress, all his excitement seemingly dying.

“Because I don’t want to deal with this bullshit right now! I just got out of the hospital and you expect my whole life come back to normal?! I’m sick, I’m tired and I feel disgusted at myself! I just want a few days off to breathe without you or anyone else bothering me! Is it too much to ask?!” You had to force yourself to whisper so your anger wouldn’t come out as a scream for Sunday to listen.

“I-It’s just a conversation! I don’t want anything else but to see your beautiful face and listen to your beautiful voice, baby…” He desperately tried to defend himself while trying to be goofy with you to calm you down. “N-No need for an immediate answer or kisses and cuddles! Just you and me checking up on each other!” He laughed afterwards, trying to cool himself off.

“If it’s just a conversation, why can’t you wait for it too?!” You used your other hand to grip in your scalp and press multiple strands of hair.

“I waited, Y/N! That’s the thing. I’ve been waiting all these weeks to talk to you but all you’ve been doing is giving me the cold and I’m hella worried! I’m coming to your apartment right now, please let me in.” Your eyes widened at that last statement.

“W-What..?! No, Aventurine! You can’t come here! Turn back and go home right now! I have a visit here!” You placed your palm in your forehead, anxiety growing about Aventurine possibly making a scene in front of Sunday.

“A visit? Who the heck is visiting you right now?” He sounded way more serious while he asked that question.

“A-A colleague of my work…” You tried your best to lie with confidence.

Knowing how obsessed Aventurine was acting right now, saying something vague like ‘It’s none of your business’ would freak him out. This answer would still freak him out, but much less.

“A colleague? What colleague?” As expected, he sounded a bit mad upon hearing that, but before you could say anything, he kept talking. “You know what, I’ll just park outside, wait for them to leave, and then I’ll come in and we’ll talk, ok? It’s that simple!” He wheezed a bit after talking again, in pure nervousness.

You sighed loudly and stopped to think for a moment.

Well, if Sunday was about to leave soon, there’s nothing else in your agenda today, and he really just wanted to talk… there couldn’t be a lot of danger in this, could there be? Especially knowing how this ‘just-a-conversation’ is probably going to shatter his heart and make him leave you alone for at least a moment…

You sighed again, but way more shortly.

“… Fine.” But in the other line you could hear him immediately sighing out of relief.

“Thank you so much, Y/N!” He laughed in relief, sounding very passionate. “God, I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you… I miss you so much… I can’t wait to see yo—” He kept bombing you with love and care, but you didn’t want to listen to it anymore, so you turned the call off and threw the phone in the counter right on his face.

Now you needed to find a way to wrap your talk with Sunday up so he could leave as soon as possible.

For now, all you had to do was wash some dishes.

And, now that you had both hands free, you grabbed each cup and placed them on the bottom of your sink, turning it on right after so you could start watering them. After quickly rubbing your sponge, which was already full of soap, on the cups, outside and inside, you turned the sink off and grabbed the cloth hanging in your stove’s handle to dry your hands.

You walked quickly back to the living room, not wanting to ignore his presence in your house any longer.

“S-Sorry for taking too long…” You sat down in the same spot you were sitting previously.

“It’s ok. Who was it?” He asked, referring to your call.

“Oh… just my mom.” You lied again, but thankfully it came put smoothly.

“I see… You sounded a bit distressed, though.” But Sunday still seemed a bit suspicious somehow…

“Well, my whole life is distressed now, so…” Before you could finish yourself, Sunday sighed very loudly, shutting you up.

“I think you need a few extra days off, dear.” Sunday argued, his grin turning a bit disappointed.

“Huh? Me? Oh, no, no, no, no! I can totally go back to work, Mr. Oak! I’m ok! This is nothing!” You scratched the back of your neck as you laughed at his unexpected reaction nervously.

Had he really fallen for your lie? Even if he did, you didn’t want to waste any more days resting for no good reason. You were afraid that beautiful, well-paying job of yours would be lost by whoever is substituting you for now.

“Nothing? You seem to still be a bit sick, your mom isn’t being helpful and supporting of your decision and your ex-boyfriend is disturbing your peace. I’m not quite convinced. Do you really think you don’t need any more days off?” Sunday challenged you as if for some reason he wanted you to take extra days off desperately.

And that made your eyebrows frown in suspicion. His whole behavior at this moment was being a massive signal to you that your job is highly endangered… or maybe… you already lost it.

“Am I… fired, Mr. Oak?” You asked reluctantly, your heart accelerating.

“Fired?” But for some reason that made Sunday quit his serious manner and laugh for a moment. “Of course not, dear! I could never dismiss a secretary as talented as you…” He rose a hand again and decided to rest it in your cheek to caress it with his thumb, trying to calm you down. “I just don’t want to overwork you even more during such tough times. It would worse for your mental health to add in work to deal with in between all those problems, don’t you think? Especially because we both know I’m not an easy boss… But I want to be easy with you today, Y/N. That’s why I’m here.” Sunday’s face leaned in closer to yours, foreheads almost touching, which made you even more nervous. “You’re unwell. So unwell you’ve even lost track of time today. That worried me a lot today, y’know? So I came here. To check on you and most importantly… take care of you.” Before you could even process all his words, you felt Sunday’s hand move down to your chin, his fingers hooking it gently.

“W… Wha—?” And much less, before you could respond him, Sunday shut you and him up, crashing his lips on yours so hard it made your brain turn off for a moment.

Art Credits (This account is heaven)

⚠️ = The moment ahead will NOT have Sunday’s harmony powers influence. After all, the fun in manipulating people is testing how little power you need to do so, isn’t it?

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?!?!

W-What?! What is he doing?! He can’t do that to you!

“W-Wait! Mr. Oa—” Despite your peaceful protests, trying to pull yourself away from him, Sunday didn’t feel like stopping at all and only kept sucking your soul out of your body with that kiss.

But he thankfully stopped right before you could protest again to not scare you, staring deep down at your face with clear lust in his eyes and the smirk in his lips.

“I admire you, Y/N. I really, truly do.” He whispered softly, his passionate words trying to calm you down, but it only made you freeze in the spot. “You deserve so much compensation for all the extra hours I’ve made you work in the past… I owe you a big discount.” His actions were so light and gentle you didn’t even realize he was slowly pushing you down the sofa, only noticing it when you had already been pinned down on it. “Let me take care of you.” He leaned his face down between your head and head to whisper right in your ear before plunging his mouth on your neck it, biting its muscles.

You couldn’t hold back the moan he ripped out of you with that sudden bite, and that made you finally unfreeze and surprisingly start to panic.

“M-Mister!” You called him out, which only made him grunt deep in the back of his throat as a response, almost making him go madder than he already was with that cute nickname.

His tongue flattened in your skin, licking its way down to your shoulder instead, wanting to give it a bit of equal attention too.

“Forget everything, Y/N… Just focus on me and only me now.” His angelic voice echoed seductively in your ear, unconsciously convincing you to surrender to his initiative even more, spreading your legs so he could fit in between them better and tower over you completely, hands resting by the sides of your head.

His mouth deepened in your skin, covering a bigger area than before. He kissed and sucked your shoulder not very delicately, contrasting his usual elegant manor he usually had with you and everyone he knew. But, when he suddenly found your weakest spot on his pathway to your neck again, h nothing would push him out of there, sucking you like a starving leech.

After almost a minute claiming that area of you, he popped his wet lips out of your skin, admiring the view of the red mark he left behind for a quick moment, his fervor and lust for you rising, before going to the next step of his plan.

He decided to take your lips into a kiss with kiss again, beginning a sloppy, but passionate, kiss. And while he did that, a hand of his left the sofa and moved down to your body, his fingers starting to linger in the ends of your shirt, physically asking you if he could slide them under it. You arched your back as a way to demonstrate acceptance, and it made Sunday chuckle between the warm kiss you shared, but he obviously kept going on what he was doing immediately, his gloved fingers spreading away from each other as he started to move up.

Instead of immediately attending your wishes, Sunday decided to torture you by leaving you in the edge and started taking his time to feel every bit of your bare chest. First he started to caress your fluffy belly, appreciating its smoothness, then he circled your bellybutton and even thrusted it once just to feel it whole, then he took his time to go down every curve of your ribcage, and lastly, he moved his hand down to trace down the curves of your hips and hold them, previewing how would it be to hold it later on.

And once his exploration was done, he finally moved up and groped your breast once, letting his hand rest there peacefully while he waited for your consent. It made you gasp a moan another time, making you slightly panic again.

This is wrong. Really wrong. You are his secretary and he is your boss. Evolving your relationship with him would be nepotism, and just morally wrong. You should’ve never allowed him to fail in love with you, or even kiss you in the first place.

“S-Stop!” You broke the kiss abruptly, smashing your own hand on top of his, despite your shirt being between you two, but successfully caging him from moving further. “W-We can’t!” You turned your face away and tried closing your legs together again, but you couldn’t get him out of your way.

“What do you mean, darling?” Sunday’s warm breath and nose were brushing your cheek, refusing to stop the intimate contact. Another signal of his arousal.

“A-Aren’t you bothered with the fact that you’re my boss and I’m your secretary..?!” You heard Sunday chuckle after you said that, mouth beginning to kiss your cheek in appreciation.

“So cute…” That was his initial reaction, smirk growing lewder in his face. “I think it only adds to our professional relationship, don’t you think? You need to know so much about me…. why not learn a bit more?” His seduction was almost irresistible to you, your head slightly turning off for a moment. “Maybe we can start learning about how much I want to touch you right now…” He whispered directly in your ear again, making your cunt ache from need.

His logic didn’t make sense at all. But maybe this whole moment didn’t make sense either. Maybe your entire relationship with Sunday didn’t make sense to begin with. With his initiative, a fire inside you was beginning to light up for him. You were beginning to lust for him the same way he once begun too to be doing all of this. For all the moments he’s been overly kind and considerate with you, all the times he took you to fancy high-rank parties and presented you as a statue of gold, all the silly and serious conversations you’ve had with him in your phone and all the respect he’s shown for you.

It makes sense why would Sunday do all of that for you. He likes you. He wants more with you.

And be kind to yourself. It’s been months since you’ve last been with a man. Intimately or not. Your male coworkers didn’t know about your abortion, so they obviously didn’t bother looking for you, your boss was busy with work and couldn’t find many breaks to take advantage of, and your boyfriend has been making you feel even worse about this situation. You were needy. Needy for a lot. Comfort, love, pleasure, support…

And Sunday been giving this to you all this time. He’s trying to do it again now, actually.

Despite him unfortunately being your boss, one that sometimes made you exhausted too, he was technically the only one who cared about you enough to pay you an unrequested visit, and serve you with what your body craved. Actually, he’s been paying close attention to you ever since you’ve talked to him about your pregnancy.

He’s always been there.

And his touch on your body was so precise and mind-breaking. You couldn’t resist it. His gloved hands felt like feathers tickling your skin, massaging your breasts with so much care. A care you don’t even remember feeling with Aventurine.

“P-Please…” You pathetically surrendered, taking your hand away from his and placing it on top of your mouth instead to contain your embarrassment.

And Sunday just chuckled under his throat, finally unpausing his hand on your breast. The first thing he did was to pinch your nipple, making you flinch and squeak. Seeing your cute reaction, he made it a rhythm, and would repeat that move again and again after some brief moments to stimulate you. It didn’t even hurt you. All the pain and need was going to your cunt, who was wetting itself from the constant edging.

It was a mere massage in one of your breasts, but it felt euphoric to you. Your body was easily warming up and melting under him, facilitating his moves in you. You’d been successfully seduced and you wanted more of it. You wanted both his hands to be working on you, and then you wanted to move down to your aching pussy bad. But before working on it, you wanted him to take off his clothes and reveal his body. You wanted to see if he was as warm and sweaty as you. See if he wants you as bad as you want him.

Sunday unexpectedly moved his mouth back to yours and immediately proceeded to invade it wit his tongue. Despite your desperation for something more savage and immediate, Sunday kept it slow, gentle and passionate, as if he was choosing to throw all the control he owned of your body and mind away.

The worst part is that you knew his eyes were open, and they were staring at you nonstop. Your moaning face, with embarrassing red cheeks that demonstrated just how overwhelmed you already were. He was watching its every twitch. Meanwhile, your eyes were closed shut from the overstimulation and satisfaction, blinding yourself from his calm expression, unbalancing the power dynamics between you two even more.

In the back of your head, deep down, it perfectly reminded you of how Aventurine first found and fucked you. All exhausted, vulnerable and starved…

“Shhhh…” Sunday hushed you upon listening to your many squeaks and little noises of pleasure all because of his touch.

But he immediately moved on from your breasts as soon as he said that, leaning his body upwards and gathering both his hands to start taking his gloves off. He proceeded to place his hand exactly where it was before taking it off, giving it one last squeeze to your boobs before finally sliding it downward, fingers hanging in the edge of your pants in the end.

“Let me give you what you deserve, Y/N.” He waited for your consent patiently with a lusty smirk that signaled you that he was a bit impatient as he mired down at you from above.

You wanted it even more now with his teasing touch at your pants. And you could clearly see Sunday wanted it even more too.

But your brain just wouldn’t stop knocking in your head, telling you that you shouldn’t engage anymore, and you decided to stop and listen to yourself for a moment.

That was what got you pregnant, meaning that’s what brought you to do an abortion. You just got out of a surgery to do that. Do you really want to risk having sex now? It’s been barely a month. And what if you possibly got pregnant again? You would have to interrupt it again. Not only that but you don’t want you and Sunday to end like you and Aventurine, do you? Especially considering the fact that he’s your boss. How much privilege would you lose if such a dark hypothetical scenario happened? Would he leave you behind? Fire you? Ghost you? Is he secretly a one-night guy and is not making it clear to you right now?

You can’t have sex. Not now. Not for now.

“N-No!” Your body suddenly got very instinctual and forced you to sit up again while you screamed your protest.

“Is something wrong, dear?” Sunday immediately removed his fingers from your pants, backing away a bit to give you space.

“I-I don’t want to… do it… I can’t…” You breathed in and out, recovering from all the teasing he’d done to you yet. “I-I just got out of surgery… I don’t want to risk having to do another one again…” Instead of ripping a serious reaction out of Sunday towards your protest, he simply chuckled.

“Oh, silly, silly, Y/N…” He’d use this quote every time you’d make a silly mistake at work, and you didn’t understand where was the silliness of this moment for him to say it now. “Who said I’m going to use that? I don’t need to use that to make you have a good time.” He leaned his body closer to yours, delivering a quick kiss your nose. “Allow me to demonstrate, dear.” You felt Sunday’s right hand reach the edge of your pants again.

“W-Wait, then, what are you going to—” Before you could get more information, Sunday quickly fit his whole hand under your pants, right on top of your crotch, and ran a finger from the clothed bottom of your cunt to the tip of your clit. “A-Ah!” Your whole body shivered feeling the goosebumps from that tickle, weakening under his grip.

“Oohhh…” Sunday cooed in appreciation of your immediate reaction, grinding his fingers against your clothed hole to possibly get more of that kind of reaction of you. “You see, Y/N? I can give you a wonderful time and I can do it safely. All I need is your cooperation…” Sunday approached his head to your ear and whispered such teasing words on it to break you again. “So lay down for me again, dear.”

“S-Sunday!” Your body was tickling in sexual agony as he gently helped you push yourself down at the sofa, wanting your panties ripped apart immediately so he could touch your organ directly and stop leaving you at the edge of pleasure.

And Sunday thankfully seemed to understand you weren’t really enjoying the edging torture, so he quickly fit his fingers under your underwear and begun repeating those same movements of running his middle finger up and down upon your whole flesh, but now without the wooly barrier in between you two. Sunday even hummed under his throat in appreciation of your puffy, swollen lips, starving to savor them.

“Just enjoy.” His voice echoed in the back of your head, making your body weaken under him more than it already was.

The only part of your body that you moved was your hips, who were desperately attempting to get more friction between his fingers and your cunt, and Sunday didn’t fight it back at all. He allowed you to pleasure yourself as you pleased, he might even be enjoying it.

“You want me to put my fingers in, hum?” He talked dirty to you, the tip of two fingers going inside you in a way that made you throw your head back in desperation for him to thrust it all at once.

“Y-Yes! Yes, please!” Sunday’s grin grew in a creepy way, but you were quickly numbed out of your suspected thoughts when Sunday thrusted two whole fingers into you.

You squeaked in a bit of shock with his sudden initiative, and how dedicated it was, massaging your moistened flesh so carefully, waiting for your body to get used to him before beginning the actual process of fucking.

“That’s it… Just focus on me, dear.” He smooched your forehead passionately as he watched you struggle with the shock and proceeded to let them stick together as he stared down at you. “Nothing else but me.” Your eyes immediately started looking up at his when he said that, completely hypnotized by their shiny amber color.

Seeing your obedience, Sunday’s fingers started to move slowly, going in and out of you tortuously and making sure to punch that sensitive spot of yours he just found out in his trips. It was making you squirm with every thrust, your body relaxing in satisfaction of having something inside your pussy again and moving in a way that was meant for you. It felt even better now that you felt so insecure with everything in your life now, yourself and your relationships… but Sunday’s will to fuck you even with all these negative traits following you made you want to open yourself for him even more.

It all makes so much sense now. Sunday’s closure to you wasn’t normal, much less this. He was so distant and indifferent to his other workers. What would you out of all of them make any more special to him? It should’ve been obvious he liked you more than as a secretary. And it should’ve been obvious to you this whole time you were okay with it.

“You like this, Y/N?” And now you felt so horrible to have him trying to make you feel so good after so many months of you neglecting him, especially when he is currently neglecting his own erection just to focus on you.

You nodded, embarrassed of your own body making so many lewd mushy noises and so nervous at the sight of his cock so visibly hardened under his pants that it awakened your remaining consciousness again about this whole mess.

“S-Sunday… We shouldn’t..! Someone’s coming and I have to—” And somehow you managed to find strength to voice your protest.

“Get ready? But I’m helping you get ready. You can’t have visits when you look so tired and sick like this, can you?” He knew you couldn’t answer him due to the bliss he was making you feel, giving him the victory in that little argument. “I’ll be done soon, Y/N, I promise. No need to worry.” He kissed your cheek lightly and rose his body again, increasing the speed and depth of his fingers.

But it’s pathetic. It truly is.

Look at you, letting another man finger you like a toy while Aventurine, your dedicated ex-boyfriend is currently on his way to visit you. You know him. He’ll definitely come with a huge gift in his hands and shower you with so much love and affection… and you’re gonna have to pretend you weren’t just letting another man do that for him.

And that thought still managed to turn you on somehow. Maybe, if he saw what you were doing with Sunday, Aventurine would assume you’ve moved on and decide follow your steps, finally giving up in getting together with you again. Both you and Aventurine would finally find peace again if that happened. Isn’t that beautiful? The ends justify the means. Your body simply arched even more for him with your hypothetical imaginations, pleasing yourself with your own intelligence, worming in desperation for more of Sunday’s praises and touch.

All the liquids moistening you were thanks to only his fingers. Just his fingers alone.

“Such a beautiful, obedient woman… I love that about you.” He smirked towards the pornographic view he had of you under him, his cock twitching under his undergarments for any minimum attention at all, but being so painfully neglected.

You were so shy now that you were aware of what you were doing to poor Aventurine, turning your face aside and using your free arms to block the view he had of you. But that immediately triggered Sunday.

“No, no… Let me appreciate the view, dear…” He paused the movement of his fingers inside your velvety walls and pushed his thumb against your clit to edge you in punishment while his other arm gently tapped your elbows, trying to ask you to remove them educatedly. “Please, let me look at you, dear. You look absolutely stunning.” Sunday now grabbed your whole arm, seeing your reluctancy, and started pulling it away from your face.

You were unsure, so unsure and lost, but your body still decided to comply to him from the lack of choice, and let him see your face again.

“Beautiful.” It was the first thing he said to you as soon as your fucked face was visible to him again, making you a bit more comfortable with the moment as his creepy smile gained life again from above.

And unexpectedly, he decided to double down on the visibility and suddenly pulled your shirt upward, forcing your breasts to come out of their shell.

“A-Ah! W-Wait..!” You tried pushing your shirt down again, but his hand was holding it as if his life depended on it.

“Oh, Y/N… You’re a work of art.” Sunday grinned at the view, cock leaking cum on his underwear while his other hand gently fondled your right boob for fun and hunger. “I wanna see you whole.” He stated with a hoarse before suddenly removing his hand from your insides, making you whimper from the incomplete satisfaction.

But before you could complain more, he used both his hands to grab both sides of your pants and pull them down until they were on your knees, not wanting to waste much time taking them off for no reason.

Sunday’s cranial wings shivered at the sight of your naked too body, especially your pussy, all swollen and dripping wet because of him. He would never tell you such a disgusting detail, but his cock pre-came even more at that sight, wetting a bigger spot in his underwear, all that just from the excitement he felt seeing you naked, the excitement you gave him.

“Oh, Xipe… I must repent in advance…” And it obviously didn’t take more than five seconds of staring until Sunday’s middle and ring finger were shoved inside you again carelessly, making you throw your head back in surprise and lust.

Sunday was entirely hypnotized by you, eyes locked where they were, mouth almost drooling from hunger, dick twitching to be inside you… Nothing would stop him from staring at that Greek statue that was your body.

Sunday was honestly thinking deep down in his head that Aventurine could go fuck himself at this very moment. He could straight up break your front door using his hands and Sunday still wouldn’t stop fingering your hole. He could whimper all he wanted for you and he wouldn’t get it.

What? Did you really think Sunday didn’t hear your call from the kitchen? Why do you think felt so dizzy out of nowhere? Because of your surgery? Pfffttt…

This is going to be fun for Sunday. Very fun.

He really wanted this moment to be a greater moment for you, but deep down, he knew he had the most advantage in this moment and even most pleasure. Giving you pleasure like that while putting himself in the edge was more fun than he expected it to be.

Sunday’s fingers suddenly started thrusting you more aggressively now, trying to ruin you for his entertainment. Your thighs and underwear were glistened with your liquids, and soon your sofa was going to be a victim of it too.

“Wanna make you cum… Wanna make you squirt… Wanna make you feel everything…” Sunday spoke his prophecy hoarsely, body leaning down once again so his lips could reach yours again.

As he kissed you, way more savagely this time, his fingers started to solely focus on one specific spot of your walks and punching it every thrust, desperately trying to make you squirt. Shaking and rearranging your insides like that would soon force your liquids to come out of you to escape the madness going on at your abused pussy.

“S-Sunday..! T-Too much!” You screamed out his name a few moments before your body finally started to pop a few drops of your own liquids, taking Sunday’s attention away from you to watch your orgasm.

You looked so beautiful dirtying yourself up like that while your throat couldn’t even find a noise to emit from so much overstimulation taking your senses over. The more Sunday felt you spill out your juices, the more excited he felt to see it. So he abruptly pulled out of the kiss and locked his eyes towards your pussy, refusing to stop making your squirt until he had you soaked.

“Shhhhh… Don’t worry… I’ll clean it up after I’m done.” Sunday used his other hand to wipe a bit of your essence dripping from your thighs, bringing it up to his mouth and immediately starting to taste it.

You would never expect someone like Sunday to be so kinky as he was acting right now. Not that it bothered you, but the image he poses everywhere gave such a contrary idea of him that watching him act like that now was disturbing. It even creeped you out a bit. He was supposed to be a pure, elegant man, who fantasizes with nothing but making the world a better place for everyone and works on it daily like an angel. From a small insect to a God… he wanted euphoria for all.

Actually, never mind. It make sense why such an ideological man like him would find pleasure in giving other people sexual pleasure, but not as twisted and maniacal as he was right now in your logic. Maybe that’s what happens when you allow religion to play such a big role in your life.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can feel you tightening up… And here I thought you couldn’t get any better…” He grinned lustily, eyes shining with ecstasy while his fingers becoming greedier inside you. “Let’s cum together, Y/N…” His hand now moved down to his crotch again, jumping against it in search for that orgasm, despite it being still all guarded by his clothes.

Your body contorted more with the closure, and the way Sunday tortured you made it worse. You felt dizzy with the pleasure, and his distorted intentions only made you dizzier.

For how long has Sunday wanted this? This sort of reaction isn’t normal to your standards. Aventurine used to approach you so easily, acting flirty but very gentle, only to give you a common, but satisfying, night of love.

You shouldn’t even be thinking about another man right now while Sunday is working so hard to give you a mind-breaking orgasm. Maybe you needed something a bit more brutal and savage instead of Aventurine’s common love-making. You need to get him out of your head for now.

Even if he’s coming to your house right now, he told you he’d wait for your permission to go at your door, didn’t he? You really hoped that’s true because you’re seriously about to—

Finally, your womb snapped and begun to collapse your orgasm all down on Sunday’s fingers, making his finger a mess of both clear drops and thick lines of fresh white cum. Sunday didn’t even stop fingering you initially, although he could clearly hear your screams and your entire orgasm face. But when he finally started to feel your very essence start to drip in his fingers and cream him, he finally stopped and started scissoring you instead, trying to get your every drop of your cum around his moistened fingers. Meanwhile, the hand in his crotch trying to hold it more firmly, his dick twitching from the organ he also reached.

The entire time you were orgasming, that creepy grin of his wasn’t slightly washed away. If anything, it actually grew in pure admiration of you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” Sunday kept cupping his own erection under his pants and cuddling it lightly, grinding it against his fist to satisfy himself just a little bit to relieve the pressure in his shoulders to help himself down there. “I can’t believe I managed to cum with you like this…”

When you finally stopped squirming in ecstasy, Sunday removed himself from you, immediately shoving those same fingers in his mouth and starting to lick like a starved dog. He loudly groaned as soon as him got to taste your cum for the first time, closing his eyes and cuddling his erection a bit faster and rougher as he did that.

“Oh, Y/N… You taste so sweet…” He cooed after swallowing your honey for the first time. “Promise me you’ll never stop working for the Family… Promise me you’ll always be my secretary… Even if I make bad decisions… Even if I do something that you hate… I want you to be there for me. Always. I’ll give you everything that you want…” Sunday leaned close to you, delivering quick smooches to your lips and cheeks as he confessed his deepest and honestest feelings to you. “From the bottom of my heart, Y/N… I lo—” Sunday wings suddenly twitched, and both his eyes widened, as if he’d noticed something.

Sunday lifted his head and quickly looked around, but while he did that, the front door of your home seemed to attract him the most, his head freezing in its direction. He stared it for a couple seconds, extremely quiet, until he suddenly wheezed.

“Come here, dear… I’m still far from being done with you.” Sunday’s hands suddenly hooked your hips and pulled your body upwards, forcing your sweaty back to unglue to the sofa, a fresh wave of cold air hitting you.

You weren’t expecting him to stand up from the sofa with you attatched to his chest and walk you around your house.

“W-What are you—” Sunday pinned you against that same door he stared at before you could ask what he had in his mind, a loud bang echoing in your home.

“Turn around, dear.” He whispered softly in our ear, seducing you into obeying him immediately as he dropped your hips and forced you to stand up.

“B-But, m-mister, I-I just came, w-we can’t keep doing—” You turned your body sideways and tried to cross your arms to make yourself less accessible to him.

You were foggy, sweaty and so overstimulated that you didn’t mind how Sunday decided to ignore your plea and simply take advantage of your pose to push your shoulder to the door, forcing you to position yourself for him. And soon enough, before you could protest again,you were shut up by his fingers thrusting into you once again, sending your mind to the clouds.

Your scream in reaction was loud, and you immediately regretted it.

“S-Sunday! I have neighbors!” You said between many moans of exhaustion and pleasure, using a hand to cover your mouth.

“No need to worry about them, dear. These solid walls are enough to cage every cute moan of yours inside this apartment.” Sunday’s other hand reached your face from behind, pushed your own hand away from your mouth and held your chin forced open to make sure those moans were coming out. “Just focus on letting aaaaallll that stress out and screaming my name.” Sunday leaned close and kissed your cheek passionately, simply to stand back to his place and fully focus on thrusting your overstimulated hole with his fingers.

You were extremely sensible with the recent orgasm and all that pressure and anxiety he put you on by fucking you in a risky spot. Despite his efforts to get rid of your stress, his fingers were so rough and deep inside you that it felt he was using his dick instead, and you were stressed at how loud you were because of it.

It didn’t take too long for his animalistic thrusts to start having an effect on you. The effect he wanted you to have.

Every damn second you’ve spent after the cursed night that got you pregnant has been a stress. You started to feel very sick and fatigued, and the demand of your work didn’t help it. Then, you decided to accept reality and take a pregnancy test, only for it to mark as positive. Then all that mess of deciding what to do with the baby flooded your entire life. Your relationships with Aventurine and your family, your amount of work per week, the efforts and money necessary to do an abortion…

It’s all horrible.

You fucking killed a baby.

That was what you didn’t want to face yet. You decided to kill a baby growing inside you. An innocent baby who had done nothing but follow the cycle of life.

It was too much. Your heart was overflowing with all those months of unexpressed regret, guilt, anger and so much more. And unfortunately, your eyes were the first ones to start to spill it out through long threads of crystal tears.

“Oh, dear…” Sunday immediately leaned down again and started showering your neck and cheeks with more kisses. “Everything will be ok.” Sunday hushed you right in your ear, which was supposed to make you less teary, but it only seemed to worsen you.

Your eyes rolled back and your back unconsciously arched more for him, allowing him to have easier access to your hole, whom was already easy to access in the first place.

“You’re doing such a good job…” Sunday finally freed your jaw, allowing you to fully cry and moan on your own again while that same hand went down to your clit and pressed it with two fingers.

“S-Sunday! I-It’s too much! I can’t..! N-Not in my door..!” Your voice became hoarse and weak with his masturbation, making you barely unable to finish your petty begging.

“Of course you can, darling… You’re such a resilient woman, after all…” Sunday kept praising you right in your ear every share of seconds.

Beautiful, charming, resilient, careful, attentive, intelligent, incredible, talented, determined, responsible, mesmerizing…

You couldn’t believe half of that praising. It did sound real because of his broken, harsh tone, but it all still felt so exaggerated. Or maybe he’s just been closeting all those words from you all this time.

“See? You’re doing so well for me… No need to overthink about anything else anymore, ok? Can you do that for me?” You were a bit weirded out by how Sunday was refusing to say anything in a loud, demanding tone anymore now and only kept whispering.

Perhaps he was scared he’d be too loud too and call the attention of your neighbors too, but you couldn’t do the same? How unfair…

“Y-Yes…” And you couldn’t help but surrender to the pleasure and let him play with you.

“Good girl.” Sunday kissed you one last time before his fingers went back to make a mess of you with his long fingers, who were thrusting you so hard hat it made you recoil against the door every time. And the nickname he decided to use with you didn’t make it any easier for you to keep yourself up, your walls tightening up around him even more.

It felt like he was going way more feral with you now that you were put in such position. The average speed of his fingers had increased, and the position made it easier for him to access you. His finger went in, scissoring and stretching your walls, then hit your g-spot and then went out, only to go in again and repeat that same process. And don’t forget that his other hand was circling your clit with no pauses throughout this rounds. It was vicious, addicting and truly overwhelming. You didn’t stand a chance against him in that moment. He had all control and power over you. And even if you did have a chance, you felt too good to want to take the opportunity.

It was true, Sunday was helping you unchain yourself and discount all that pent up stress. Even if it was at your door or him, it was still resulting positively to him.

“What a sinful woman you are underneath your facade…” But then you suddenly felt Sunday’s hand leave your clit alone and move up to your face again, his palm slapping your eyes shut.

You were now blind, seeing nothing but full black with a few bright spots between his fingers. Them you felt Sunday leaning in again, but not directly to you. He stopped halfway and didn’t do anything but to quietly wheeze after a few seconds.

“Perfect.” He said with no context, so you guessed he was talking about you.

You bowed your head down, feeling another burning sensation starting to spark in the back of your womb.

Even if your previous orgasm had just happened, looks like his overstimulation was truly destroying all your senses to make you cum so fast like this.

“You’re cumming again? I’ve barely even started, dear…” Sunday commented as soon as he felt your mushy walls almost crush his fingers entirely just like last time.

“S-Sorry…” You mumbled back to him with your trembling mouth.

“No need to apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong.” Sunday’s face finally leaned close to yours again. “In fact, I want you to cum. Just focus on cooling off your head and moaning my name until you cum on my fingers, ok?” The way Sunday whispered his order right in the hole of your ear made you obey immediately.

You threw your head down, leaving it hanging in the air while more moans came out of your mouth.

“S-Sunday! M-Mister Sunday!” You touched your forehead against the door, moaning right against its wooden material, moistening it with your warm breath as Sunday giggled under his thirst at every moan of yours.

“Good girl.” Sunday altered his wet fingers between your hole and your clit, prizing you for your obedience.

For the next minute or two, all you did was do exactly as commanded: accepting all of Sunday’s efforts and helplessly moaning his name, even if all your pleas would be ignored. With the help of his fingers stimulating your clit, your orgasm built up and released itself very fast, your mind fogging intensely one last time for a very long moment. Your insides burned with ecstasy, back arching to an angle where it could break.

Sunday watched it all silently, and you wondered what his face looked like watching you. He probably had that same smirk he’s been putting on his face this entire time, looking down at you with pure satisfaction and lust.

And when you were finally done cumming on his fingers again, he repeated that same action of sucking on them after taking them off you. But, unlike last time, he decided to kneel down and begun hooking your cream-pied lips with his tongue, licking it all out of you until you were clean and swallowing it down his throat proudly. Although you still found it really creepy, also the fact that he still had a whole load of cum dirtying his underwear. But that’s the whole point of intimacy, isn’t it? Let your partner tell you about his erotic kinks and let yourself tell your partner about your kinks too.

Having Sunday reveal so much about his intimacy was somehow comforting to you. Maybe you could trust Sunday to be more than just your boss. A one-night stand guy wouldn’t care so much about you like this, would he?

With a final kiss at your wet lips, praising your pussy for its hard work, Sunday finally stood up again.

“You’re exhausted, aren’t you?” You felt him lean down and support his face in your shoulder, a hand of his going to your belly and carefully holding it.

“Yes…” You whispered hoarsely.

“Yes what?” You sighed at that question, identifying his attempt at acting bossy with you even after sex.

Sunday was really that strict when it came to you referring to him appropriately. He’s still your one and only boss, after all. Now, it seemed he was accepting to be called in two ways, professionally and casually, so all you had to do was play along.

“Yes, sir…” You nodded your head while turning it back to stare at him. And as expected, he did still have that calm expression on his face as you predicted.

“Good woman.” Sunday simply pulled you away from the door and brought your legs to the air, beginning to carry around your house princess-style. “You’ve done an incredible job today. You deserve some good rest.” Fortunately, Sunday’s slightly weak arms didn’t have to do much effort to keep holding you since he simply dragged you back to your sofa and laid you down there.

“W-Wait… I shouldn’t rest now, I—” You tried lifting your body up again, but Sunday immediately locked your shoulders with his hands, pressing you down the sofa and approached his face to your right ear.

“Rest.”

…

“Once upon a time, a cute Avgin baby started to grow in a lovely woman’s womb.” Aventurine’s whole body shivered in shock and immediately turned back to catch who suddenly started to speak. “Although the baby loved the experience of being raised inside such a warm home as that woman’s womb, the same couldn’t be said for the mother.” And Sunday simply kept walking closer towards his direction, Aventurine fisting his own hands in anger. “She felt sad, depressed and stressed with the pregnancy… not only her but the cute Halovian baby had its space to grow inside the woman too taken away by the Avgin baby.” And then he finally stopped when he was standing right beside him, staring at the moving streets in front of both men. “So she fucking aborted it for everyone’s benefit.” He broke his calm, passionate tone while he told his ‘story’.

Aventurine could only wheeze at Sunday’s ‘story’, which wasn’t really one at all. Just a stupid metaphor to represent the situation he found himself in at this moment.

“You can only fuck Y/N when she’s the most vulnerable she could be… Says a lot about you, doesn’t it?” Aventurine refused to turn his body to him, only his eyes. Those threatening shiny eyes staring at Sunday as if he wanted to see blood coming out of his face.

“Whatever it says about me, it doesn’t take away the fact that I did it and she wasn’t against it.” Sunday gently shrugged his shoulders, enjoying the power dynamics between them.

“Are you sure she wasn’t against it? Are you sure you didn’t use any of your Harmony powers on her and forced the consent out of her?” Sunday’s eyes widened at the accusation and Aventurine’s disrespect to not even turn to him and face him like a real man after spilling out such a dangerous lie.

“Are you accusing me of rape?” Sunday lightly chuckled at Aventurine’s lack of response, confirming his suspicions. “Just because she likes to be obedient and submissive during this kind of activity, it doesn’t mean I forced her to do it.”

“You haven’t even seen half of what she can do in bed, and yet, you act as if she’s in the palm of your hand to comfort yourself. How cute… but, unfortunately, now that I’m back to her life, you won’t be able to see much more of her anyway. So no need to pretend you’re on top. We both know you aren’t.” Aventurine finally turned to him, threatening him a bit more seriously.

“If you were truly back to her life, I don’t think you would’ve minded interrupting our little moment in the door, but you still decided to stand in the other of it like a pathetic abandoned dog while I watched your agony through the peephole.” Sunday finally decided to turn his whole body to him, making his message a bit harsher for Aventurine to absorb and fight back. “Just like you also were when Y/N finally aborted that baby out of her.” Sunday was happy to see Aventurine’s expression immediately darkening with that last sentence, but unfortunately, his fun was ruined by Aventurine turning to his direction and taking one step closer to him, something pointy beginning to rub right on top of his heart.

Sunday looked down curious, only to find a revolver pointed right against his heart with Aventurine’s index already ready to pull the trigger.

“If you don’t want to die right now, I’d recommend you to keep your mouth shut about that.” Aventurine let his smirk for that brief moment to threat Sunday.

“Why? Does it still hurt when you think about it? When you think about what could’ve been the future of the Avgin blood?” Sunday smiled sadistically, enjoying Aventurine’s decaying facade.

“Shut the fuck up. That is none of your business.” Aventurine pushed the gun a bit harder against Sunday’s chest, which only seemed to intrigue him.

“My, my… You really don’t like talking about it, do you?” Sunday giggled at him for a moment, taking enjoyment at his deadly silence. “Well then, you’re very lucky. We can still discuss another very important matter.” Sunday put both his hands behinds his back, posing elegantly to him.

“What could it possibly be, Mr. Oak?” Aventurine didn’t take him seriously at all.

“Give up.” Sunday killed off his own smile, becoming as serious as Aventurine.

“Hm?” Aventurine listened to what he said, but he couldn’t believe Sunday’s audacity in saying such a thing, so he challenged him.

“Give up on Y/N.” Sunday repeated himself a bit more clearly.

“What on Earth makes you think I would ever give up on Y/N?” Aventurine wheezed. “You are literally on the verge of death at this very moment.” Aventurine pressed the gun against his chest harder again, but Sunday remained unmoved.

“Are you sure?” Sunday tilted his head a bit, demonstrating his serenity.

Aventurine’s brain clicked with that question. He has been feeling it for a quite a while now, but he didn’t think it was actually what he thought it could be.

But now it was confirmed. Sunday didn’t freak out at the sight of the gun because he replaced himself with an illusion identical to him.

“Really? Using your Harmony powers to get away from a cheap revolver? How pitiful and coward of you…” Aventurine used his other hand to rest his palm against his forehead and laugh at Sunday’s escape route. “I guess you’ve learned your lesson in the casino at least…” Aventurine referred to his fight with Sunday in the casino where Sunday pathetically lost to him, playing with it as a joke.

But before Sunday could add anything to the conversation, Aventurine removed the gun from his chest, only to quickly point it at the side of his head and pull the trigger, not letting Sunday even process it, much less protest against it.

But luckily, only a single click noise came out of it, meaning it was a dry shot, which made Aventurine’s smirk increase uncontrollably, finding Sunday’s reaction funny. He almost expressed shock when Aventurine pulled the trigger, but he didn’t let himself express it any further to not please the gambler’s sadism again. And when he finally recognized that the gun was actually fully empty, and that he fell for the gambler’s bluff to be scared of the shot, his whole expression died.

“I really did teach you a good lesson, haven’t I?” Aventurine put the gun back at his back pocket, proceeding to cross his arms. “Not to be rude, but you’re not the best at bluffing. I know you haven’t actually fucked your dick inside Y/N. I could tell it were your fingers against that door.” Sunday’s face darkened even more in surprise, feeling a bit insulted at the his comment on his skills.

Is it that easy to identify when you’re using your fingers instead of your dick? Well, Aventurine was clearly way more experienced at this sort of activity compared to Sunday, so it makes sense that he could identify such a thing.

“You haven’t even touched half of those grounds, much less explore them. How do you expect me to feel threatened by you?” Aventurine crossed his arms, slightly inflating his lungs to appear more powerful than Sunday.

“Don’t you see it, gambler? It doesn’t matter whether I’ve been actually inside her or not. Your dominance is threatened. Your precious girlfriend lied to your face and took advantage of your trust for her so she could get masturbated and manhandled by her boss.” Sunday took a step closer to him. “It’s a shame you didn’t stay for the whole show… You would’ve also listened to me cooking dinner for her, washing her clothes and dishes, then placing her in her bed so I could clean her sofa from the mess we did. Where were you during that time? Oh, yeah, crying and whimpering in your car like a baby. Do you really think that won’t make her think about the two men in her catalogue? Think about how I’ve taken so much more care for her this whole time compared to you?” Sunday smiled the entire time while he made Aventurine reflect about what he said, forcing his smirk to weaken a bit. “You’ve lost power, gambler. And you are still losing it.” Sunday finalized his talk a bit more serious, pausing for a moment to see his expression of struggle. “Admit your defeat before it starts to hurt you more.” Aventurine closed his eyes for a moment to facepalm his face again, laughing at Sunday’s challenge.

“You know how it works, birdie, I don’t do bets where I’m not—” But as soon as he opened them again, he found nothing but your building and the streets in front of him, freezing everything to try processing what had happened. “Fucking coward…” Aventurine assumed he’d just dissipated the hologram, turning his eyes to the streets again.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuuuuckkk..!” You repeated yourself over and over again as you walked around your house in pure confusion and desperation.

What the fuck just happened?! What the fuck did you do?! You fucked with your boss?! Your boss?! Out of everyone you know?! Mr. Oak?! And what the fuck happened to your house?! The kitchen is entirely clean, the counter almost reflecting your image on it from how clear it was, and also two bags with groceries on top of it with your market list all crossed out in the fridge! Your sofa was entirely clean from the mess you did with Sunday on it and all your clothes were clean, dry and piled up on top of each other, just waiting to be put back at your drawers!

Did Sunday do all of this?!

Why?!?!

You anxiously picked up your phone, in search of Sunday’s contact despite still being so embarrassed from what you had just done with him, and opened your messenger app.

There were two unread notifications. One from Sunday himself and an unknown number, which you assumed was Aventurine.

…

OH MY GOD, AVENTURINE.

You immediately opened the unknown number’s chat with you, meeting a total of three missed calls from them.

Oh, you messed up. Now you have 100% messed up.

You didn’t only fuck with another man, but you did it right before meeting with him, fell asleep and missed the fucking meeting! That means you’ve left him waiting for… 2 hours!!!

But fortunately, as you read his messages, you’ve realized how luck decided to stay by your side this time.

Hey Y/N

Aventurine here

Unfortunately I had to cancel our little meeting…

The IPC surprisingly needs me more than I need you…

I’m just kidding

No one else needs something as much as I need you ❤️

Not even close

Are you free tomorrow?

I have all day for you ;)

Maybe I can take you to that fancy restaurant you love… then we go shopping… then we finally settle down to talk

Is that ok with you?

I’ll patiently wait for your answer, my princess

Love you ❤️

You giggled a bit.

What are the chances of the IPC actually being helpful to someone?!

Although you found it a bit weird how someone as unserious as Aventurine when it came to work to prioritize it rather than you. Especially because… he’d typically do the contrary. He’d leave the IPC behind to solely focus on your needs and attend them.

Well, it doesn’t matter. If he can’t come, he can’t come. He is a Stoneheart, so, maybe his lazy and procrastinating choices are finally having their consequences… You can only imagine how exhausted you’d be if you ever procrastinated Sunday’s demands.

I could meet you tomorrow at night

But you can still come here after you’re done with work if you want to

Maybe you can come at 8?

You even thought about answering his last message with “I love you too”, but it didn’t feel appropriate in the slightest. You two were broken up, you have slightly fallen out of love with him because of this whole abortion mess, and you had just fucked with your boss.

After waiting for a green dot to appear under his default profile picture for a while, only to be fully ghosted, you decided to move on and see what Sunday had sent you.

Hello, dear,

If you’re wondering why is your kitchen so clean and what are those bags in your counter, no need to worry. That was me. You were very sleepy after our moment, and I would never let a lady like you, especially after going through such a rough surgery, to be overwhelmed by so many house chores when you are supposed to come back to work tomorrow. I hope my assistance was helpful. There’s no need for you to worry about ‘paying me back’ too.

By the way, I am aware that what we did was very unusual and it might’ve scared you at first, and it might still be scaring you now, so I feel like I must assure you of the fact that this won’t affect your job at all. We’ll continue as boss and secretary as we’ve always been during the daylight.

If you are uncomfortable with what happened, either me or the act itself, please, always feel free to open up to me, whether it is to discuss it or to keep making progress. But I won’t demand you to give me an answer now.

Rest well, dear.

Have a good day.

Wow.

This text… doesn’t feel real.

Mita funny how both of them texted you at similar times… as if the world was starting to show you exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into.

It feels like as if Sunday could read your mind.

You were starting to be concerned about your relationship with him indeed, even during the act itself, and neither did you want to give him an immediate answer. Although you typically hate taking advantage of the permissions or benefits that Sunday gives you, you decided to take this one and turn off your phone momentarily. This whole messy situation made your brain so busy and worried that it actually made you feel sick.

Your stomach felt a bit uneasy and your womb seemed to be contracting a little, giving you that good-old sensation of period cramps. So, you quickly rushed to the bathroom and opened your sink’s left drawer, where you kept all your medicine in, both normal ones and the ones prescribed for you after this surgery. You didn’t even bother getting a cup of water and just swallowed the little pill whole in a blink, a bitter taste spreading itself through your tongue and gums after it.

Fortunately, you were distracted from the taste of the pill due to your phone beeping again. And so, you picked it up again, the screen immediately turning on when it sensed your touch.

Surprisingly, it was your second ‘boss’, Robin Oak.

Hello, Y/N

Sunday told me you’re done with your surgery and that you got out of the hospital a few days ago. Is that true?

You immediately unlocked your phone to answer her, heading to Robin’s chat with you in your messenger app.

Yeah!

Finally home again ☺️

You decided to act extra sweet with Robin to not give her any unnecessary worries. She’s a worldwide pop-star. She already has too much trouble to deal with for you to bother her with yours, but knowing how kind Robin is… you doubted it would work. Sunday ordered you to not bother her with this trouble too anyway, so you had extra reasons to act soft with her.

That’s so good to hear!

I’ve been worried sick about you…

So much that I’ve praying for your wellness every night these past weeks.

You’ve always been so helpful to me and my brother… I should be helpful to you too.

Are you capable of leaving your home yet? Or are you still sick? We could hang out around Penacony this week and go shopping! 😊

Ms. Oak…

You’re too kind…

There’s no need to worry about me at all, I’m doing really well

We can hang out this week if you really want to, but if you plan in spoiling me with jewelry, I must stop you in advance…

But you must accept my gratitude!!!!!

Or did my brother m already spoil you?!?!?!

He told me he paid you a visit today!

Please don’t tell me he left me with nothing to do for you!!!!!!!

Well…

He just came by to talk a bit and help me with house chores.

Nothing serious.

Of course he did…

Ever since that episode in the casino he hasn’t stopped worrying about you once.

I’m not surprised he’s the first one to visit you.

…

Episode in the casino? What was she talking about?

What episode?

Oh.

You don’t know?

Well, Sunday has indeed been trying his best to keep this hidden from the public, but…

I’m surprised you don’t know about it…

Him and some guy from the IPC fought in his casino.

I don’t remember his name now but I’m pretty sure it was a Stoneheart…

…

What..?

What?

You typed back urgently.

For some reason it made a bit of sense.

The only Stoneheart resent in Penacony at this very moment was Aventurine under some orders of investigation.

Aventurine got you pregnant accidentally and Sunday has been acting overprotective of you ever since. Maybe Sunday went after him to discuss the topic, but… how would that lead to a fight? Both Sunday and Aventurine are diplomatic, and Aventurine in particular never had any sort of bad intentions with you to trigger Sunday.

But his overprotection of you… Was he upset about your pregnancy for some reason?

I don’t know a lot about it, but I know for a fact it happened.

What do you mean they fought?

Why would they ever fight?

I wish Sunday would tell me that too…

He could barely look me in the eye when I was confronting him about it…

I found it out through Penacony gossip pages in social media

I don’t think you’ll be able to find anything about it now because he’s targeting those posts too.

Any guesses?

You hated Ms. Robin’s unawareness. Even if she did know about your pregnancy, she didn’t know who’s the father is, much less that it was this father who Sunday fought with apparently…

I have no clue either.

I need to go now, Ms. Oak.

Home chores can’t do themselves alone, can they?

You smacked your phone back in the counter again facing downwards.

No, it can’t be true. It shouldn’t be making any sense.

It could be anyone who Sunday fought with. Who knows if the person he fought with is indeed from the IPC? Especially the Stonehearts? It’s just a rumor. It could’ve easily been altered to attract the eyes of the public.

Right..?

“Promise me you’ll never stop working for the Family… Promise me you’ll always be my secretary… Even if I make bad decisions… Even if I start doing something you hate… I want you to be there for me. Always. I’ll give you everything that you want…”

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N… I lo—”

—ve you…

… That’s what he wanted to say, right..?

After everything he’s done to you now, it’s very clear that it was surely what he meant to say.

He loves you.

Sunday loves you.

Sunday Oak loves you.

And a man who loves a woman would surely be upset if she got pregnant by someone else, right? Maybe enough to take the matter in his own hands? Even if they’re not usually violent? A case as serious and heartbreaking as this could shake any man’s mind, wouldn’t it?

…

You should sleep.

This new information is still too vague and mysterious to you. You should stop overthinking about something you have no idea about.

You’ll need to do your own research before reaching your own conclusions. Whether it is talking to Robin, searching it up on social media or…

Talking to either Sunday or Aventurine.

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