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“Ah, Mr Pillar! I was wondering which corner you would have sequestered yourself off into during this most wonderful party.”
Kars Pillar felt his eyebrow twitch as the familiar and boisterous voice of one Robert E. O. Speedwagon grated against his ears. The purple-haired man shot his older competitor a narrow look, briefly breaking his gaze away from where you stood, laughing and chattering with some of your colleagues, “Good evening, Mr Speedwagon. I’m surprised to see you here for this charity event, considering the Aja company is holding it,” Kars’ response was smooth and polite, though his tone was as distant as it could ever be. Speedwagon chuckled and moved to stand beside and across from Kars, unaware that he’d just stepped into the other man’s line of sight, cutting off the red-eyed stare that had been boring into you from across the room. Holding back an aggravated sigh, Kars took a sip from the champagne flute in his hand, fighting the urge to glare down at Robert, “Was there something you needed? Have you rethought your original stance against selling the SPW to me or are you still fully set on having that young Joestar boy inheriting the company?”
“Considering that ‘boy’ will be graduating from one of the most prestigious business schools in the country, you’d be completely right,” Robert chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he continued speaking to Kars, who was trying to subtly glance past the other CEO to keep an eye on you. It wasn’t that Kars didn’t trust you - it’s just that he wanted to make sure no one at the party would become too much of a problem to handle. Truthfully, Kars wasn’t sure what exactly drew him in when it came to you: was it your long black hair that swayed and bounced whenever you spoke to him? Was it the innocent, yet shy brown eyes that had to look up at him whenever he spoke to you? Or, Kars mused, catching sight of you once more, his blood-red gaze sliding down the curves of your body appreciatively as the short black dress you’d worn for the evening hugged your curves - perhaps he was drawn to you because of the beauty you tried to hide. Honestly, the CEO had had his eyes on you from the very moment you’d stepped into his office for the interview he’d held to find a new secretary. You’d shuffled into the office, shyly introduced yourself and from that moment Kars knew he had to have you. He’d tried to convince himself he only wanted to keep you as his secretary; you were an excellent worker, punctual, knew how Kars liked his coffee, always on top of Kars’ schedule, and an extremely pleasant person to talk to. Unlike your predecessor, Kars never felt bothered by your presence. While you may have seemed like a doormat and you tended to allow people to speak to you rudely, you never once complained to Kars. Not that you had to, honestly; as CEO of the Pillarman company, the purple-haired man was always keeping a close eye on those he employed, especially as he began to take note of the crude way many of his ‘colleagues’ spoke of you.
Half the time, it was easy for Kars to ignore their words. However, there were some, board members and sales executives in particular, who were disgusting; they tended to comment on your clothing, what you could be hiding beneath the slightly frumpy sweaters and long skirts, how you always seemed to speak with such a soft voice. There had been quite a few who had had to have an unpleasant talking to when Kars heard them, most ending up much more polite towards you after Kars had thoroughly reamed them out for their intolerable and unprofessional behaviour. Your boss tried to keep his growing affection to you hidden, especially since he knew he would never hear the end of the friendly teasing and ribbing he would get from Esidisi should his closest friend hear about Kars’ ‘crush’ on his cute, shy little secretary. Unbeknownst to him, though, you had taken note that Kars seemed to be… softer around you - he would ask if you were having any trouble keeping up with the workload you’d been given or if your colleagues were being polite. If you didn’t know better, and you tried to convince yourself that Kars was far too busy and professional, you would have thought that he… liked you. As more than an employee.
Even now, surrounded by your co-workers and laughing at their joking and party antics, you would occasionally sneak glances in Kars’ way, unaware that whenever you weren’t looking in his direction that the CEO would be staring at you in turn. While you thought your boss was incredibly handsome, you knew it would be better for yourself in the long run if you kept your relationship with him professional. You’d heard the rumours about your predecessor and how she’d tried to seduce Mr Kars and that that was the reason for her firing. You had taken the rumours as a warning not to try to grow too close to your boss, always keeping the veil of professionalism between your personal feelings and your work life. That didn’t stop you from developing an innocent crush on the handsome man. Every time Kars spoke to you with that velvet-smooth voice or whenever he placed his full attention on you and what you were talking about, you felt as if you might float away from the butterflies that practically buzzed in your stomach. Everything about Kars Pillar made you feel like you were going to go crazy - from how he loomed over you, to the intense gaze watching your every move - you had fallen and fallen hard for him.
Yet still, you kept your distance, embarrassed by the growing feelings of affection you held for your boss. Releasing a soft sigh, you stared down into the lightly fizzing glass of champagne in your hand, trying not to show how bothered you were by your thoughts. Unbeknownst to you, you had caught not just the eye of your employer, but those of the future heir to a rival corporation. The brunet man had been watching you from the moment you’d walked in, his gaze roving your body with hungry delight - it had been quite a while since Joseph Joestar had indulged himself in a night of passion with a pretty lady since he’d recently been too busy with his studies. Tossing back the half-full glass of scotch he’d been casually nipping at while making small talk with a group of young entrepreneurs, the brunet shot a grin at the others while excusing himself, slowly sashaying to where you stood, lost in thought. Unfortunately for Joseph, Kars had taken note of the younger man’s meandering beeline towards you - and he was not best pleased.
Speedwagon was continuing to chatter casually with the larger, purple-haired man, acting as if the two were old friends rather than corporate rivals, all while Kars was giving the barest hints that he was somewhat paying attention to what the other man had to say. Narrowing his red gaze, he watched as Joseph finally reached you, the brunet moving to lean against the wall to your side, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he no doubts introduced himself. While Kars couldn’t see your expression with the way you had tipped your head in the Joestar brat’s direction, it didn’t seem as if you were uncomfortable, though it did seem as if you were paying attention to the other man out of politeness rather than interest… at least, Kars hoped that was the case. Seeing the triumphant and interested grin that grew on Joseph’s face, Kars gritted his teeth, mulling over whether he should make his way towards where you and the younger man stood, briefly breaking his attentive stare to glance back at Speedwagon.
The older man had seemingly just finished his glass of… whatever it was he’d been drinking, allowing Kars to make his escape from the mind-numbing conversation, “While I find our conversation riveting, I’m afraid I have something I need to go and take care of,” Kars rumbled, not even waiting for Speedwagon’s response before he stalked off into the crowd. Just as he broke through the barrier of people that surrounded you and Joseph, the purple-haired man caught sight of the younger brunet sliding his hand over your arm, his muscular body beginning to crowd your tense form up against the wall you had been leaning on. Nearly seeing red, Kars reached out and pulled you away from Joseph, his red gaze narrowed in a jealous glare as the younger man sputtered in surprise, turning wide blue eyes up towards Kars, who loomed over you, “Terribly sorry, but I need to borrow my secretary for an important discussion right now,” Your boss lied through gritted teeth, shooting Joseph one last heated glare before wrapping an around your shoulders and leading you away from the brunet, intent on taking you somewhere more private.
Seething, the purple-haired man pulled you out of the crowded ballroom and into one of the darkened hallways of the hotel in which the event was being held, his grip on your upper arm tight, but not restrictive. You followed him meekly, relieved to have been freed from Joseph’s attempts at flirting with you, while also concerned with the tension lining your boss’ shoulders. Your anxiety distracted you from realising that Kars had found an empty meeting room to tug you in to. You were only snapped out of your spiralling thoughts when the tall, muscular man shut and locked the door to the room behind you, your head tipping back to look up at him - only to squeak in surprise when Kars pressed you up against the door, “M-Mr Pillar? What are you doing?” You asked nervously, big doe-like brown eyes looking up at him worriedly. Kars, surrounded by the quiet of an abandoned room and faced with a situation he’d only ever dreamed of, couldn’t hold back any longer. Your wide eyes, the tremble of your lips, all of it was tempting him to break through the barrier of career professionalism - and when you bit your plump lower lip, the purple-haired man was a goner.
Growling low in the back of his throat, Kars dipped his head and slanted his lips over yours, strong hands gripping your hips and pulling you against him firmly. Surprised, you gasped, granting him access to your hot mouth, his tongue plundering the inside of your mouth, fierce, dominant, hungry, the purple-haired man eager to taste every bit of your mouth. You mewled softly and arched, legs unconsciously falling open, allowing Kars to slot his muscular thigh between them, his knee grinding against your crotch. Kars rumbled happily as you returned the kiss, your hands fluttering to rest on his chest - gods but you felt so small compared to him, so dainty and delicate. Breaking the kiss, Kars lifted your body and carried you further into the room, setting you down on a desk before burying his face into the crook of your neck, “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me feel?” He groaned lowly, large hands curling around the slinky material of your dress, tugging the hem and exposing your underwear, “You always act so innocently, so shy, getting my blood pumping whenever you call me ‘Mr Pillar’ - fuck, I want to corrupt you,” Kars’ body loomed over yours, his words making you gasp and moan, tipping your head back to grant him further access to your neck, “Tell me you want me, (Y/N). Tell me how wet I make you, how desperately you want to feel me inside your tight little cunt.”
“K-Kars~,” You whimpered, overwhelmed by the suddenness of the situation. Never in your wildest fantasies, had you imagined that this would happen, that Kars would want you - you! - at this very moment. A sharp gasp left your throat when he nipped the crook where your neck and shoulder met, the purple-haired man giving you a smug smirk and your face grew hot, “I-I want you - I want to f-feel you touch me, kiss me, h-hold me-!” Your boss gave a soft growl, the larger man falling to his knees before you, his large hands moving to rip your panties off of your body, drawing a soft moan from your kiss-swollen lips. Something about the possessive, greedy nature of Kars’ actions had you feeling all kinds of flushed and slick between your thighs, something that didn’t go unnoticed by your impromptu lover. Instead of teasing you for your eager reaction, Kars groaned and slanted his lips over your mons, his tongue immediately darting between your soaked folds to thrust into your pussy, “O-oh fuck, Kars! Hahh, mmmh, please!” You mewled, falling back to lay against the wooden surface of the desk, your hands burying themselves into the thick purple locks of your boss.
You’d never thought things could feel this… hot, or wet, or extremely messy - but when Kars continued to thrust his thick tongue inside your pussy, his hands curling like claws around your covered hips, you just couldn’t stop your juices from flowing out of you and onto his tongue. Kars’ blood-red eyes stared up at you, the suckling motions of his mouth making your labia feel swollen and puffy, while your clit throbbed hotly from the attention. You writhed and moaned, bucking your hips into your boss’ handsome face, only for his grip on your hips to tighten, possessive bruises marking your skin. Pulling his mouth from your cunt, Kars growled, laving his tongue over your swollen labia, one of his hands moving between your thighs, a thick finger thrusting into your dripping pussy, the purple-haired man eager to work you open for his cock, “Gods, but you’re beautiful, so perfect and responsive to me,” Kars purred thickly, his voice deep and rough, eyes darkened with lust as he heard you release a guttural moan of pleasure as the tempo of his hand remained at a steady, fast pace, “The moment you walked into the conference room tonight I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself anymore - and when that Joestar brat had the nerve to flirt with what’s mine…”
You whined his name sharply when Kars turned his face to bite softly into the plush skin of your inner thigh. The possessiveness of his actions didn’t escape you, and if you were in your right mind you would have been embarrassed about how turned on hearing your boss call you his made you - but you felt out of control, hazy with lust and barely holding on for the ride as Kars speared a second and third finger inside your soaked cunt with relative ease, “S-sorry I didn’t want to seem rude, I-” Your breath hitched when Kars growled lowly, your boss turning his attention away from one thigh to the other, eager to provide a matching bruise, “A-ah, Kars please, feels so good~! I-if you keep doing that I’ll c-cum!” You whimpered, your nails accidentally scraping Kars’ scalp, causing him to shudder and growl roughly. The purple-haired man moved to stand once more, his tall, muscular body looming over you. Your heart thundered in your chest as he ducked his head down once again to kiss you deeply, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip before his tongue swiped inside your mouth. Though you could taste yourself on his tongue, it only fanned the flames of your lust higher, the coil in the pit of your belly tightening even further as you grew closer to the edge - only for you to break the kiss with a needy whine when Kars pulled his soaked fingers from you.
“Hush, (Y/N), I’m just going to turn you over. I’m sure you’ll love what I have planned for you, sweet thing,” Your boss chuckled at your little noise of complaint, his hands swiftly turning you over so you were now bent over the desk instead of sitting on it. You instinctively allowed your legs to fall open, your swollen folds gleaming wetly, inviting Kars to slam his cock into you to the hilt, though he barely held himself back. Instead, the larger man pulled one of his hands back and swung it down, a loud slap echoing in the otherwise empty room and drawing a gasp from your lips, “Hmmm, if I could, I’d have you splayed on my lap with that pretty little ass in the air for letting that boy flirt with you so boldly at the party,” Kars rumbled darkly, watching as your back arched from another sharp swat to your ass, a filthy idea having the CEO wrap his free hand around your neck, tightening his grip lightly but firmly, your breathing restricted but not halted. You whimpered and tipped your head back, the pure arousal on your face making Kars smirk darkly, your boss quickly unbuttoning his pants to pull his cock from the confining fabric, brushing the leaking head between your swollen mons, “Now, tell me who you belong to. Beg me to fuck you, to claim this pretty body and ruin you for other men.”
You moaned breathily, nodding while trying desperately to unscramble your brain so you could speak properly, “Please! Please, Kars, I want you, I want you inside me so bad, please fuck me!” You whined, your words drawing a groan from your boss, his hips beginning to press insistently against yours, pushing the head of his cock against your opening teasingly, “Please fuck me, claim me, mark me up so good e-everyone will be able to see I’m y-yours!” Kars snarled roughly, the hand he’d used to spank you moving to grip your hip while the other continued to hold you by the throat. He slammed into you with one smooth thrust, the sudden fullness leaving you feeling breathless and lightheaded. Kars waited a few moments, patiently giving you some time to grow used to the stretch of his cock, before he began to move. He started with long, smooth strokes, using his self-control to keep from going too quick or hard, trying to remain gentle, though the tight clutch of your walls begged that he lose himself in you instead. Kars had to grit his teeth to keep from giving in, your boss’ long purple hair draping over your shoulder like a veil, covering you from potentially prying eyes. His grip on your neck had you pinned back against his chest, the touch feeling surprisingly intimate for being so possessively, and you couldn’t help but tip your head back with a soft moan of bliss, “Please, harder, faster, I need you, need more of you, please Kars please,” You whimpered, voice breathy and wrecked as you shivered and rocked your ass back into the larger man’s thrusts.
Hearing you begging him so sweetly had Kars rumble lowly, the slow pace he’d been going at steadily building up into something rough and deep. He barely pulled his cock out halfway before slamming back into you over and over and over again, relishing the sensation of your tight walls clenching around him as he practically rearranged your guts. Neither of you had the patience nor the stamina to take your times with your moment of passion, both of you needing to return to the party once you were done, and Kars’ earlier edging had you at the precipice of coming in just a few of his rough thrusts. You couldn’t help but babble breathlessly, your words barely understandable, though Kars lowly growled praise into your ear was just barely coherent, “Good girl, taking me so fucking well, so perfect - fuck, it’s like you were made for me, made to be mine,” Kars growled thickly, the hand not wrapped around your throat was clutching your hips, practically bruising the skin as he held you tightly, encouraging your hips to roll back into his thrusts. You were both too far gone in the pleasure that wracked your bodies, writhing and bucking against one another, neither caring to try and stifle your pleasured cries. If anyone were to hear you, they wouldn’t have said anything anyway, too terrified of the power that Kars held in the palm of his hand. Grunting, the purple-haired man found himself quickly reaching the end of his tether, barely holding on by gritting his teeth and tightening his grip around your throat. He wanted to feel you cum around his cock, wanted to feel the tightness, how much slicker you would become, “Cum for me, (Y/N),” He rumbled darkly in your ear, his voice drawing a whining gasp from your throat, “Cum on my cock, let me feel just how badly you need me, cum for me, cum for me now!”
At Kars’ order, you could do nothing more than obey, tumbling over the edge of an intense, messy orgasm. Your pussy gushed around his hard, thick cock, tight walls drawing him in deeper, the vice-like clenching forcing Kars still as your inner walls milked him for all your worth. Kars snarled, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his sharp teeth sinking into the skin there, strong enough to bruise but not to breakthrough. You gasped and wailed, trembling in the aftershocks of your pleasure, your mind a haze of satisfaction and lust as you slumped back into Kars’ hold. Your boss released the tight hold on your throat, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin as his teeth retracted from the fresh mark on your neck. You sighed as he nuzzled and laved the bitemark apologetically, wondering idly if you and Kars would have to go back into the crowd of businesspeople waiting in the ballroom.