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There’s a new hire at the Bonten club: Y/N L/N. Your real job is lost to the executives, they don't care enough about the logistics of your position other than that you’ll be available for them anytime of the night.
All of the executives are scoping you out as soon as they walk into the club, trying to pinpoint you and get to you first. “I know you're all excited for the new girl, but please do not run her off on her first day.” Koko growls, sitting heavily on the couch. “Yeah, sure.” Rindou nods absentmindedly, watching you bustle around through the large glass windows that separate the executive’s lounge from the rest of the club.
Sanzu wanders in last, like always, and is already high out of his mind. “What’re we all lookin’ at?” He slurs, noticing almost everyone’s eyes are trained on something in the common area of the club. “New hire.” Koko sighs, brushing a strand of white hair from his face. “Ooh, who?” Sanzu wanders over to Rindou and follows his gaze. He points you out of the crowd and Sanzu whistles, starting toward the door again. “Hey, wait a minute, you can't be the first one-” Rindou snaps. “I can do what I want.” Sanzu flips him off. “Get back here, asshole, you had the new hire first last time.” Ran growls. “Yeah, because I'm better than you.” Sanzu cackles as he slips out of the room.
“Don't be so sour, I'm sure you’ll all get your turns.” Koko rolls his eyes as the brothers pout. “Whatever.” Rindou mutters and downs some more of his drink.
You’re pouring the last drink of the order and sliding it down the bar as someone walks behind the bar. “Hey, you can't be back here-” One of your coworkers starts but gets cut off by another. “Shut up, he’s one of the executives.” They mutter and both hurry off. You hardly notice the man until he’s right next to you.
“Oh! Sorry!” You jump when you turn and almost run into him. “Ah, don't worry ‘bout it. You're the new hire, right? Y/N?” Sanzu scans you over very noticeably and you squirm under his gaze. “Uh, yes sir.” You nod with a friendly grin, confused about who he is and why he’s behind the bar. “Perfect. Why don't I show you around the rest of the club?” He offers with a grin that makes your stomach burn out of pure desire. You know you're in no position to decline, he’s one of the executives, you don't want to risk your job; and also he’s hot, so you’ll do what he says anyway. “Uh, sure, that would be great.” You nod with a smile. He flashes a smirk that makes the diamond-shaped scars on the corners of his mouth warp and you can already feel the heat pooling between your thighs as you follow him out from behind the bar.
“That didn't take him long.” Rindou hums, leaning on his fist lazily. “It never does.” Ran sighs and takes a long drink. “How long are you two gonna pout over Sanzu fucking a girl before you?” Takeomi sneers. “Man, shut the fuck up, you don't get no bitches, you don't get to talk.” Rindou scoffs and Ran almost chokes on his drink. “Don't you dare spill your cheap whiskey on this carpet.” Koko threatens sharply. “I don't drink cheap whiskey.” Ran sneers and Koko just rolls his eyes. “You're all getting pretty damn annoying with your arguing.” Mochizuki mutters around a cloud of smoke. “I don't wanna hear it from a bitch with Nike-logo eyebrows.” Rindou chuckles and sips his drink. “That’s why your head looks like a jellyfish, shut the fuck up, boy.” Mochizuki’s quick with a response that makes even Koko have to pause and take a breath so he doesn't burst out laughing. After a while of the group bickering, Mikey finally downs the rest of his drink and disappears out of the room, leaving the executives confused; but only for a moment before they start roasting each other again.
By that time, you're already in one of the VIP rooms with Sanzu. He’s sitting on the couch with you in his lap, your pants discarded off to the side. His hands squeeze your ass as you kiss him, grinding against the tent in his pants.
He’d offered you a couple pills earlier and, of course, you took them with no hesitation; he was an executive, you did what he wanted. But now you can start to feel the effects of whatever drug it was. Your body feels weightless and like it’s melting at the same time, Sanzu’s image swims before you, his voice muffled in your ears when he tries to speak to you, his hands feel like the only thing keeping you from floating away through the ceiling. It’s terrifying but exciting at the same time.
Sanzu chuckles when he notices the drugs have kicked in. They weren't rohypnol, he’s more sophisticated than that, but they’re severe hallucinogens; he just thinks they make things more interesting. He tugs at your panties and tosses them to the side, easily slipping a finger into your dripping hole. A moan bubbles from your throat and you drop your head on Sanzu's shoulder, making him grin. He pushes another finger in quickly, pumping them at a steady pace to make you moan and whimper into his shoulder. He kisses and sucks at your neck as he scissors his fingers inside of you, stretching you; it burns a little, but the feelings are dulled by the drugs. He slides in a third finger and you gasp, whimpering against his shirt. He chuckles into your neck, nipping at your skin as he finger fucks you.
Eventually, he gets impatient and pulls his fingers from your wet cunt, leaving you fluttering around nothing. He shifts a bit to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling his cock free from his expensive underwear. You hiccup against him as he pushes the tip against you, sending a shiver up your spine as he prods at your clit. He grabs your ass to slide you against his cock, spreading your juices along his length. You whine softly and he squeezes your ass, lifting your hips so you're positioned at his tip. He pushes you down onto him, all the way to base, and you moan roughly.
Sanzu grins and lifts your hips again, thrusting up into you. You gasp and moan, mumbling nonsense into his shoulder as he adopts a rough pace. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body, drowning your senses so you're nothing but a rising ball of pleasure waiting to burst. Sanzu groans, sucking and biting your neck as he slams into you mercilessly. You dig your nails into his shoulders and squeeze your eyes shut as he taps your cervix each time, increasing the amount of pleasure each shockwave shoots through you.
The door opens and Sanzu glances over with dazed blue eyes, smirking when he spots that familiar white haircut. “Hey, boss.” He murmurs around your neck, not bothering to slow his pace as he continues to fuck you. Mikey glances over the two of you with a dead expression, but Sanzu can already see the bulge in his pants and it makes him smirk. “Care to join us? I'm sure there’s room.” Sanzu grins, spreading your cheeks and making you whine. Mikey stares for a moment longer before unbuckling his belt. Sanzu grins but bites your neck as you clench around him.
Mikey wanders over, stroking himself lazily. Sanzu peers up at him with a faint smirk that Mikey doesn't bother to return, instead just waiting to time his thrusts properly. Sanzu’s eyes widen when he feels Mikey start to push into your pussy as well, instead of taking your other hole for his own.
You whine as you feel another presence at your back and another tip against your walls. In your drugged state, it only burns a bit before the pain is clouded by pleasure, and you moan as Mikey pushes into you.
“Hey now, don't break her so early.” Sanzu warns as Mikey forces your walls open further. “I'm not gonna break her.” Mikey rolls his black eyes, squeezing your waist.
You moan roughly when they match up their thrusts so that there’s never a point where you’re not stuffed with a cock. They take turns slamming into you, making you a babbling mess sandwiched between them.
Your grip starts to slip on Sanzu’s shoulder, the drugs really starting to mess with you. Your brain is racked with pleasure and it feels like you should have boiled over long ago, but the pleasure is still rising to a point where you think you’ll never actually climax. You can only hear the sounds of skin slapping skin and the squelching sounds of two cocks fucking your over-stretched pussy. Sanzu continues to bite and suck on your neck to stifle himself as he grows closer. Mikey notices the look in his eye, more far-off than usual, and smirks. “You gonna cum?” He peers down at Sanzu. “Mmm- uh-huhh,” Sanzu nods, blinking slowly. “Not until I say you can.” Mikey reaches down and squeezes the base of Sanzu’s cock, making him bite your neck harder to keep from snapping at Mikey.
Sanzu groans and whines as his pleasure continues to rise despite his denied release. Mikey grins and squeezes his cock a bit harder, just to make Sanzu glare at him. They manage to keep up their same ruthless pace, pounding into you in tandem and working you over your edge.
You cry out as you gush around them, sucking them into you further as your walls spasm and flutter. Mikey groans and lets go of Sanzu’s dick just in time for both of them to fill you up until you're overflowing with their cum. Sanzu leans his head back on the couch and moans as he’s finally granted release, burying himself deep in your cunt. Mikey cranes his head back and shoves himself into you completely, groaning softly.
You're only half-conscious at that point, enough to feel their cum spill from your hole and dribble down your thighs. The room is filled with panting as the pair pauses to catch their breath. Mikey is the first to move, pulling himself slowly from your overfilled pussy and sending another glob of cum splattering to the floor between Sanzu’s feet. You whine softly, vaguely aware that the men are speaking.
“Don't I always tell you to clean up your own mess?” Mikey hums to Sanzu, making the other flutter his eyes open. “Boss,” Sanzu whines, out of breath, but Mikey grabs his face. “Get on your knees and clean up your mess.” Mikey growls, their faces just inches apart. “Yes sir.” Sanzu nods and Mikey let's go of his face, taking a step back. Sanzu picks you up and sets you on the couch beside him so he can get up. He drops to his knees and Mikey smirks, grabbing his hair to tilt his head back. Sanzu peers up at Mikey with heavy eyes, still panting slightly. His breath fans over Mikey’s cock, making him twitch every now and then until Mikey finally pushes Sanzu closer to his dick. Sanzu quickly starts cleaning off Mikey’s dick, not a stranger to doing so.
Mikey, satisfied with Sanzu's work, pulls the man off of him by his hair, his scarred lips disconnecting from his dick with a resounding pop! “Good boy,” Mikey purrs in an almost-condescending tone, patting Sanzu’s cheek. “Now, clean up the rest of your mess.” Mikey motions to you, lying passed out on the couch, before stuffing his cock back in his pants. “Yes sir.” Sanzu wipes his lips with his thumb and gets up to do as told.
Mikey returns to the executive lounge, ignoring the gazes bouncing around the room. Rindou leans over to Ran. “Six-thousand yen Sanzu shows up in a minute.” Rindou mutters. “Exactly a minute?” Ran arches an eyebrow. “No, dumbass, just soon.” Rindou rolls his eyes. “Too vague.” Ran shakes his head. “Fine, five minutes max.” Rindou offers and Ran shrugs with a slight nod. So the bet is on, now they wait.
Sure enough, four minutes later, Sanzu wanders in, already tossing back a couple more pills. Rindou grins and turns to Ran expectantly. Ran sighs and fishes out his wallet, forking over six-thousand yen.
“Hey, what’s this money business going on and why am I not involved?” Koko pipes up. “Too late, the bet’s already over.” Rindou shrugs, stuffing the money in his pocket. Koko narrows his eyes at them but just tchs and takes a long drink.