Respect (Sakusa x Reader) - DICONTINUED

Stags

Coming to after spending the majority of the day with the team Sakusa awakes from his slumber confused. He went to sleep in his room but now sits hunched over with an ache in his neck and a pillowcase around his head.

"Now, what the fuck!" Sakusa exclaims as Bokuto hands him a can of beer, Atsumu up in front with Hinata jamming to god knows what that awful sound is.

Sakusa peers down at the foamy mess, his head banging along with the too loud bass of the song and his throat screaming for anything to moisten it.

"WELCOME TO YOUR STAG DO!" Bokuto shouts out the moment the car stops and opens to the one place Sakusa thought he would never step foot inside.

With the ringing in his ear subsiding thanks to his very loud teammate, Sakusa digs into his heels. Atsumu and Hinata noticing the change in his position.

"Oh, Omi-omi there's no need to be scared this is one of the most cleanness places you could possibly be at." Sakusa doubted that immensely, the amount of filth a button can hold let alone a strip club where who knows has been with who knows what disease they could be carrying.

"It'd be a cold day in hell when I take a step foot in there." Atsumu laughs condescendingly and turns to Hinata and Bokuto nodding, Sakusa swallows not liking that at all.

"Good, because the day has come and Y/n-chan allowed us to do whatever we want with you for 24 hours." That snaps Sakusa out of his raging thought only to be pushed by the back and both Bokuto and Atsumu grab his wrists tugging him along.

Strangers outside the establishment watch on in endearing amusement as they can only fathom who is the unlucky groom in all of this.

The revibrating music booms in and out of everyone's eardrums, drinks ripple along with it, inside the dark atmospheric lighting protruding all the way up into the VIP lounge that Bokuto saved for them. There Sakusa sits side by side Atsumu and Bokuto already taking shots, Sakusa glares down upon the small clear tequila shot before him, some salt and a piece of lime sit on a plate.

Another round of shots make there way around the group, Hinata ordering something flashy coming to him in a giant fish bowl the liquid blue with far too many ice cubes to give them brain freeze.

Sakusa watches as everyone seems to be enjoying his stag do more than he is himself. Still a little pissed off that you allowed them to basically kidnap him since you were home when it happened. Oh, the headache he's going to have when he gets home to you.

Standing Atsumu is quick to grab him and make sure there is no struggle, his face says it all.

"I'm going home."

"You can't it's the one thing Y/n-chan forbade us from doing, she wants you to enjoy yourself but her words not mine, "You touch another woman and be prepared to have no more balls to father my children." Atsumu copies in your tone and a little girlier and high pitch, Sakusa grimaces from the mocked tone.

A little more pissed off than before now seeing as you had the audacity to throw such a hypocritical statement right into his face but blinking away at that one mistake in your life, he would never in a million years touch another woman. The germs alone makes him feel queasy inside.

Sighing Sakusa takes back his seat.

"Hello, boys I heard some lucky man is getting married soon." A girl dressed in barely anything, strings and lace covering at least the most provocative sides of her.

Sakusa felt her cat eyes laid with a lot more than just some professional work hour, he refuses still to remove his black reusable mask unlike the others who seem a lot more welcoming to viruses. The newcomer walks over to the small little table in front of them all and Sakusa makes no movement to move his still full shot or plat of lime slice, Bokuto however does.

"This one doesn't like being touched." Bokuto said with a roll of his tongue his hazy eyes scanned her body with pinkish blush over his cheeks.

Clicking his tongue Sakusa moves back into the pleather seats, too worn for his liking. The overall haze getting to most of his companions than to him as the woman begins rolling her hips in front of him. 

Hinata takes out his phone.

"No photos unless you got bills to pay for it." She says with a purr, grinding her hips back into his direction, hesitantly Hinata draws out a bill to give her the most respectful way possible, she laughs.

"I see you don't come here very often; the world lacks men like you." She rolls to her knees giving Hinata a lap dance, Bokuto and Atsumu howls in response both of them gushing back more shots.

His dark eyes follow the skimpy uniform of the dancer all the way down to her jiggling ass, popping each time she twerks and grinds herself onto Hinata's thigh. His own eyes watching the show from the front a blur of red covering the most of his face, Sakusa swallows not for the dancer but his drying throat.

Bokuto and Atsumu down more shots and cocktails, out of nowhere Sakusa reaches over and downs the shot whole, making both of the men to buffer in real life for a tad too long.

"Wha- OMI-OMI-KUN!! I FEEL LIKE A PROUD FATHER." Bokuto wails swinging his arm around Sakusa black shirt and shoulders, Bokuto's drink swishing and spilling in his hand all over the sofa.

"Get off me." His plea goes on deaf doors when Atsumu shoves more drinks in his face, and Bokuto draws more attention with more strippers giggling and dancing in front.

Cringing away as more strippers entered his personal space, lurching away as one even had the gall to sit next to him, his gaze following her teasing finger up and down his thigh.

"mm, so hard, what do you do?" Her finger painstakingly slow trails closer and closer to his crotch.

"I'm a volleyball player." He cuts to the chase not wanting to prolong the conversation, his eyes trailed to his teammates for some help, but he sighs irritated to find them all buttered up by the girls happily taking their money.

"I like 'em strong. And sexy."She drawls, her hand falling in between his legs and gripping softly at his inner thigh, Sakusa involuntarily tenses.

She smirks.

"Nervous?" She stares into his cold eyes not finding any fun she prods further.

"Move your hand." His hand growing more and more tense as the conversation continues.

Some of the other girls stop from his harsh tone looking from Sakusa to the girl in question yet they watch her with unnerving might. Atsumu follows their gaze and continues the show as much as he can knowing Sakusa he'll soon be thrown out.

"Aw don't be like that; you don't like me?" She coos innocently despite curling her tongue licking her teeth and fluttering her lashes, Sakusa wasn't having it and ripped her hand from his thigh altogether some of the girls close by gasped.

"I don't like how you sell yourself for a man's affection when they quite clearly don't see you further than a stranger. And to touch me against my consent disgust me." Sakusa says with no malice but his nonchalant tone and uncaring unchanging expression gawking at the girl.

She leans forwards and sucker punched Sakusa in the nose.

"Shit!"

"OMIIII-"

"Fuck." Sakusa falls onto Bokuto's lap holding his nose and when he re-gains his balance a large beefy male stood before him shaking his head.

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This kinda reminds me of The Hangover 😂