Take it like you deserve it

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Rating:
Mature

Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:
F/M

Fandom:
Haikyuu!!

Relationship:
Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader

Character:
Reader, Kuroo Tetsurou

Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, Choking, Fucking, Penis In Vagina Sex,
Mirror Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex,
Condoms, Thighs, thigh riding, Power Play, Bratting, brat
taming, Dom/sub Undertones, Degradation, Dirty Talk,
Aftercare, Overstimulation, Edging, Smut, PWP,
Established Relationship, Nude Photos, Light Bondage,
Bondage and Discipline, AFAB!reader

Stats:
Published: 2020-12-25 Words: 5201
 Take it like you deserve it
by PhysicalTurian
Summary

Your boyfriend Kuroo brings a mirror in your bedroom

right before a party and suggests an interesting use for it.
[She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical
description; Everyone +18]

Notes

Just, nice rough sex.

See the end of the work for more notes
“What am I looking at, Tetsu?” I had just finished my shower
when came back in the bedroom and saw what Kuroo had
bought. It stood in the corner of the room, with the man next to
it, a smug smile on his face. “At this moment, yourself.” He
stated playful as he took off his vest, a content expression on
his face. I scoffed at his answer, “I meant to ask: why is there a
full-length mirror in the bedroom?” I asked as I threw my
towel in the basket and made my way to the mirror, curious.
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful but it’s also kind of
creepy.” I said with a laugh as I looked at him in the reflection.

He hummed in response and stood up slowly, unbuttoning his

shirt and throwing it on the bed before wrapping his arms
around my waist as he rested his head on my shoulder.
Looking at each other through the reflection, I smiled, “Was
there a purpose for this?” I asked lightly, placing my hand on
his cheek. Burying his face in my neck, he kissed it gently
before biting it. I gasped at the sensation, but looked at him
with wide eyes as he did so. We were getting ready for a party,
that had long since started downstairs, and he started this?

“I want to fuck you in front of this mirror, so that you can see
how gorgeous you look when you cum.” Gasping at his words,
I tried to turn around but he held my chin in place as he
devoured my neck, leaving hickeys and bites all over it. I
could feel my core throbbing merely at his words, my face
heating up by the second. Moving my hand to push his head
deeper into my neck I held myself back from being too loud.
“Would you like that, babe?” He purred in my ear, as his hands
started to travel down on my bathrobe to the knot that tied the
whole thing together. I nodded energetically, turning my head
towards his to kiss him deeply but he tutted me, lifting my
chin up as he did so. “Words, love. Words.”

Meeting his lust-filled gaze, I did not care much of what was
going on downstairs as I breathed, “Yes, I’d like that.” I went
to kiss him again but he put a finger on my mouth, “What
would you like?” he inquired with a sinful grin before turning
my head to face the mirror as he left a trail of kisses down my
collarbone. “I want you to fuck me in front of that mirror, sir.”
I knew how much it got to him when I called him that, and I
felt it when he growled down my neck and undid the knot of
my bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor.

Leaving me alone for a few seconds, in one swift move he had

brought the chair from his desk behind him and sat down,
undoing his pants only to let his member spring free. I could
see his lecherous look in the reflection as he patted his knee,
“Sit.” The way he looked at me, eyes hooded with desire, I
followed his order and sat on one of his knees. “Good girl.
What mood are we in tonight, babe?” By that he was asking
me if I wanted it quick or slow, and while I wanted some
relief, I also loved the way he teased me. I wanted him so bad,
but fuck I could wait.

I started grinding against him, wanting the friction, a weak

whine escaped my lips and I covered my mouth to avoid
people downstairs to hear. “So eager.” He murmured as he slid
a hand from my waist to my thighs, spreading them wider, his
other hand cupping my breast as he planted open-mouthed
kisses from my shoulders to my cheek. “If you want it so bad,
ride it.” He grunted, digging his nails into my thigh, earning
another satisfied noise from my throat. “Don’t cover your
pretty noises, babe.” Pulling my hand away from my mouth,
Kuroo then grabbed both of my legs and pressed me closer to
his erected member. I gasped when I felt his hardness on my
back, my breathing had started to become uneven, but not
enough that I couldn’t talk.

“You want them to hear?” I asked between breaths, closing my

eyes as I started to get closer to some sort of relief. My lover
laughed cockily behind me as his hands trailed back to my
chest as he nipped the shell of my ear, “You know me so
well,” he breathed before letting his tongue trail along my jaw.
Still humping his thigh, I felt like my skin was burning as he
roamed his hands all over my body, pinching my nipples and
growling dirty things in my ear. He knew how hard it was to
get relief from only humping, and I could feel he loved the
way I was helplessly trying to find the right spot as I started
increasing the pressure of my core on his thigh. “Babe, you’re
not trying hard enough, let me help you out, hm?” he rumbled
close to my ear, his fingers made their way inside me and I
sucked in a breath at the sensation.

I brought my hands behind my head to try and bring Kuroo

closer to me, his ragged breath tickling the shell as he pumped
his fingers in and out of me. “Fuck, I don’t- I want to feel you
right now.” I breathed out as I leaned on him more and
grabbed his hand to feel him more. Chuckling he brought his
curled his inside me before turning my head, pressing his lips
hungrily against mine. He pulled away with my lower lip
between his teeth before letting go and purring in a low and
dangerous tone, “Open your eyes and speak.” I whined at the
feeling of emptiness when he pulled out his fingers and I shyly
opened my eyes, seeing my reflection I felt my body burn up
when I saw the way Kuroo was looking at me.

My body was sweaty, hot, and yet I could feel the draught that
open door let in, making me shiver. Seeing him still almost
fully dressed made me want to rip his clothes off, but he was
getting off that dynamic. He was in control, he had the upper
hand and he was not writhing at the mercy of my touch, I was.
“Tetsu, please fuck me-“ I moaned. I couldn’t find the
satisfaction with just his thigh but by the look he was giving
me, he was enjoying this a lot.

Hearing the crumpling of a package, a smile drew itself on my

face. “You’re so impatient, I’ll fuck you because I want to go
back to the party-“ “Shut up, you want this as much as I do
don’t be an asshole-“ I stopped talking when I felt his hand
wrap around my throat gently, his mouth grazing against my
neck, slowly going up before licking my earlobe. “Let’s see
where this little show of words is going to take you, hm?” He
whispered threateningly before grabbing me by the waist and
helping me stand up before putting his pants back on in no
time and dropping the package on the chair. “Get dressed brat,
we don’t want to get late.” He paused and smirked at my
embarrassed face before caressing my cheek softly.

He then let his hand slide to my jaw and lifted my chin

roughly, making me meet his gaze as he stared at me with half-
lidded eyes, filled with fascination. He was proud of what he
was doing, just making me hot and bothered then stopping
everything. “Look at you, suddenly you’re not talking, uh?”
He asked rhetorically as he leaned in, his lips brushing against
mine just barely before pulling back and observing my
reaction once more. “You want me to talk? I can talk, of how
dumb it is- what you’re doing, come on, you really think
you’ll be able to hide this-“ I placed my hand on his crotch,
making him groan as he pulled back suddenly, with a slight
disappointment he frowned, and yet there was the ghost of a
smile adorning his features.

“It was just a bit of fun, but now you went and did that.” He
stated as he walked towards the door. I felt dread, it was
foolish but I really wanted to fuck now, and seeing as he was
leaving, I was a bit frustrated as I grabbed my robe from the
ground. I exhaled loudly, hopefully he had heard me and
understood how annoying he was. What an asshole, I thought
until I heard the click of the door being locked. “If you had
just kept your mouth shut or begged like a good girl, I’d have
given it to you so fucking good.” He gritted the last part in a
low tone, almost in pity as he turned around and crossed his
arms over his chest.

With a sigh he shook his head and unbuckled his belt, slipping
it off his waist. “Guess I’ll have to fuck some obedience out of
you babe.” Feeling a throb in my lower area, I quickly let go
of the robe but did not move as I waited for him to join my
side. I kept my mouth shut for now, waiting for him to say
something more. “Turn around, hands in the back.” I smirked
and pulled them in the front, making him smile, but it was not
kind, it said ‘how daring’. Placing a gentle hand on my hips,
he gripped it tight and turned me around, skilfully grabbing
my arms and putting them behind my back as he wrapped the
belt around my wrists.

It was not tight enough to cut the circulation, we were safe but
enough to held my wrists together and avoid any free touches,
no matter how hard I tried. I did not fight it, I let him tie me up
and did not turn around, waiting for his next instructions.
“Now you’re compliant? How cute.” He paused and grabbed
my bounded wrists and pulled me towards the bed before
pushing me onto the bed, face first, bent over the bed. “But
cute’s not gonna cut it. Since you’re so needy for my cock, I’ll
fuck you until you’re crying.” He spat. I heard him unzip his
pants, then the rustle of the package being thrown to my side.

I felt a pull at my hair when he gripped it tight, then heard his

voice right next to my ear. I could feel his member graze
against my rear and let out a gasp mixed with a whine at the
pain on my scalp. “Look at you, you’re too quiet for someone
who seemed that eager to feel my cock.” He breathed as his
free hand traveled on the length of my body, scraping his
fingers gently over my skin. “I’m not the desperate one,” I felt
his hands going further and further down my body, but ignored
it, “You are, because you’re the-“ I let out a strained moan
when I felt his finger inside me, it was sudden and it made me
lose the argument I was starting as I tried to let my head fall
on the mattress but he was holding my hair tight.

“You talk, and you talk, but in the end, you’ll be begging for
me to fuck you.” He chuckled confidently while thrusting his
finger in and out, never stopping. At some point he let go of
my hair to grab the lube and pour some on his hand to keep
fucking me with his finger, adding one in the process. I tried to
clench my wall around his fingers, to get more sensation but it
was not as satisfying as his cock, no matter how good he was
with them.

The pressure inside me was building, I close my eyes and tried

to bury my face into the mattress, desperate whines leaving my
mouth. High pitch gasps and noises escaping from my throat
no matter how hard I tried to keep them in. “There it is, I like
it better when you open your bratty mouth for that.” Kuroo
stated before pulling his fingers out of me and gripping the
belt as he pulled me back, my head hanging from having only
my knees and tied hands behind my back, as support. “How
about we move around on the bed, so that I can see you pretty
face? Come on, face the mirror.” He slapped my ass hard and
let go of my bound wrists, making me crawl on the bed
without much grace, it was humiliating.

In my reflection, I could see how darker my face was from the

embarrassment but I did not mind it one bit, I wanted more.
Closing my eyes and waited like this, thinking he’d continue.
“Don’t close your eyes, there is not fun in that. I think you
need to see how much of a slut you are for those hands to fuck
you until you’re crying and all you can ask for is my cock.” I
opened them in surprise and met his proud expression in the
reflection, opening my mouth in shock. “Never, you’re getting
off of this way more than I-“ a loud moan escaped my lips
when he slid his fingers back in, hooked them inside me and,
with the support his other hand, raised my ass so that my chest
was against the mattress and he had a good view of my
derriere.

“Keep that up and people will know what’s going on, babe.”
He cooed as he spread my legs wider. He was kneeling right
behind me, and I felt him lean over, his cock brushing against
my thigh while his fingers kept doing their work. With his free
hand he ran his fingers through my hair before gripping them
tight once more, to force me to look at the mirror. My mouth
was open, I was breathing heavily and I could feel the pressure
building up inside my stomach but it was never enough to find
the release. He knew it, he could help me find it but he was
purposely not doing it.

“Look at yourself, I haven’t even started anything good yet.

And you already look like a fucked out slut, but that’s not
good.” He pressed his thumb over my clit just the right way,
making me moan breathlessly once more. “That’s the only
thing your bratty mouth can do, being loud.” He paused
everything, except the moving of his thumb on my clit as he
hummed. “That and sucking my cock, but since we don’t have
time for that, I’ll make you cry with just my hand- ah look,”
He brought his free hand to my cheek and wiped a lost tear
that was rolling down. “We’re getting there, is my little slut
desperate to cum yet? Hm?”

His words sent jolts of pleasure coursing through my body, I

couldn’t answer, I was trying to focus on the pleasure I was
being given. I couldn’t think much either, my breasts pressed
against the mattress made it harder to breathe already, but the
constant thrusting inside me ended up making me pant like I
had run a marathon. His fingers inside me would always touch
the right spot, but the reaction I would give him made him
understand it was it, so he changed the angle stopping me from
finding release. I whined each time, trying to meet his thrusts
to get the pleasure once more. But he would tut me and
pressed my head back into the mattress. “Not until you beg-
but I have to say, I love the sight of my needy little slut being
so eager for my cock,”

He paused in his words and moved his hand to slide under my

stomach, pulling the condom packed from underneath me. “I
like it, but I prefer having you begging for more. Your eyes are
already red from crying, that’s a fucking sight.” He pulled his
fingers out of me and brought them to his member as he
wrapped them around it. I called out his name in more
desperation than I thought it was, wordlessly asking him to
keep going. “See, I love the eagerness, really I do. But you
just, you were too bold, and now, I have to make you
understand you don’t decide when we fuck. I do.” He kept
stroking himself as he spoke, his speech a bit strained from
time to time.

A slender hand traveled from my thigh, to my ass before

gently gripping it. Too gentle… Then he kissed it before biting
it with just the right pressure, “Fuck I love these, it’s too bad I
won’t be doing anything with it, you know?” I tried to look
over my shoulders, confused, but he continued, “’cause I’m
this fucking-“ he paused, swallowing nothing as he started
panting, his hands going faster around his cock, “I’m this
fucking close to being done, and once I am done, I’m leaving.
I don’t care-“ “No! Kuroo you’re an asshole, come on just-“ I
felt a stinging pain on my ass when his palm met my skin with
strength.

“I’m what? I’m sorry, I think I heard wrong. Could you repeat
that, a bit louder, babe.” The way he used the endearing
surname was nothing close to sweet, it was frustrated, it was
lustful too and did not allow me to be bratty this time. “You
heard me.” I whispered, labored, suddenly losing the
confidence I had seconds ago when I insulted him. “I think
you did not understand what I asked you.” He then moved
both his hands to my biceps and lifted me so that I was still
kneeling but leaning my back against his chest, hands still
bound.

A breathless gasp echoed when I felt his cock between my

legs, I felt his smirk against my neck as he wrapped an arm
around my stomach, the other tightening around my neck.
“Fucking beg properly for my cock.” I shook my head, feeling
the blood rush to my head from the lack of oxygen that was
starting to make itself known. He chuckled, his breath hitting
my burning skin. “I said beg,” He slid the hand that was
holding my stomach, down between my legs, “…for,” now his
cock brushed against my fold, “…my,” I arched my back, only
to get pressed against him once more, a grunt rumbling in his
throat, “fucking cock.” His tip at my entrance only stayed
there a second before he pulled back and let go of me, making
me fall on the mattress like a doll.

“You look awful, so awful. I think I should just let you there
and join the party downstairs. If you’re going to be a stubborn
little slut, be that way alone.” I felt panic, and excitement too.
Fuck I want him so bad, this little game we played had to
come to an end, I wanted to be fucked so bad. So, I caved and
rested my forehead against the mattress as I muttered for him
to fuck me, but it was not enough for him. “You’re getting
there, I’m not going to praise a bitch in heat but you’re getting
close, say it louder and say it right.” I heard the ripping of the
package behind me. Knowing what he was doing, I felt a
buzzing inside me.

When I took too long to answer, he sighed. “Say it loud and

clear, that you’re fucking desperate for my cock. Then, I’ll
fuck you how you deserve.” I let out a huffed laugh, or at least
I tried, but with how out of breath I was, it sounded like a
strained exhale. I was not going to repeat myself, until I felt
his fingers trail over my body, the fabric of his shit touched my
back as he bent over me and reached his hand towards me. He
slid his fingers inside my mouth, opening it as he pressed them
against my tongue. “Fucking speak, if you can open your dirty
mouth to moan desperately for more, beg.” I could taste the
salty taste on his fingers that were inside me only minutes ago.

I wanted to gag but I licked them clean, saliva threatening to

drool down my mouth. Once I was done, I felt heat rise to my
cheeks when I told him exactly what he wanted to hear. It
made my stomach churn some sort of way, shame, pleasure
and arousal. “That’s it,” he cooed, “You liked that, didn’t you?
I had to force it out of you, and you enjoyed every fucking
moment of it. Such a brat, I’ll teach you a lesson.” I did not
have time to give him any sort of reply that he straightened his
back and gripped my hips with such force it’d leave bruises.
After that, he did not waste time and sheathed himself inside
me without giving me time to adjust, not that I needed much of
it with his prior ministrations.

“Now I’ll fuck you like the whore you are; You better keep
your mouth shut and take it good like the slut you are.” I don’t
know why, but I nodded and it made him smile before he
started thrusting inside me, his hips hitting my ass times and
times again. I wanted to reach out for him, but when I tried, I
remembered I had my hands bound to my back and whined
loudly as his cock hit the right spot. I cried out his name for
him to continue, and he did but not without laughing
breathlessly, “I don’t care if you come, I don’t care if you’re
out of breath, I’m not stopping until I come.” And he kept his
words.

I’d gasp, moan and cry out at each of his thrusts, trying to keep
my mouth against the mattress to muffle my noises. Every
time I did, he’d let go of my hips and raise my head by
gripping my hair, telling me I had to have some fucking
restraint and shut up. Tears were streaming down my face
from the pleasure and soreness of my abused clit, his fingers
skilfully playing with it to give me more pleasure. I lost focus
after the first orgasm and let him ram inside me to his heart
content, the only thing bringing me back to focus being the
tension that was building inside me anew.

There were no sweet words, just swears under his breath. He

was pounding inside me restlessly, I did earn moans from him
when I’d clench my wall around him, making him slap my ass
as he said if I kept that up, he’d finish soon. I don’t know if I
wanted him to keep going or stop and let me rest, but the
feeling of his cock filling me up made me chose the first
option.

I had given up on my dignity and kept begging him to keep

going, and he liked every bit of it. Sometimes he’d stop and
tell me to look at the mirror, only to say I wasn’t fucked
enough yet. Every time he’d ask if I had learnt the lesson, I’d
try to meet his cock, making him groan in frustration as he
resumed his fucking. “Not yet I see, maybe I should just jerk
off and let you desperate for another orgasm, how you’d like
that?” Why did I plead? I don’t know, but I did. I pleaded for
him to not do that and just please finish here and help me
break this tension inside my body. “I’m close, look at me in
the mirror, brat.”

Tiredly, I did. I lifted my head and stared at him with half-

lidded eyes, “Shit, look at you. Now that’s- fuck- that’s a good
look on you, fucked out-“ he paused a few times while talking,
trying to find his breath and trying to keep up with his thrusts.
After a few more thrusts, he went stiff then stopped and pulled
out, my walls clenching at nothing. He moved from behind
me, telling me to stay like that. I was too tired to even fight it
and stayed like this.

I heard him throw the condom in the trash and open the drawer
next to the bed, then saw a flashing light and a click- the speed
at which I turned around made him laugh loudly. “What did
you-“ “A polaroid to remember this,” he put the device on the
bed table before joining my side and showing me the still
developing picture, “I’ll keep that here, no one’ll see it but me.
That way, next time you decide to be a brat, I’ll remind you
that you’re my fuck toy.” I was embarrassed and buried my
face in the mattress, only to feel how humid it was from trying
to muffle my noises on it, mouth open.
I was about to move the cover, but realized I was still bound.
“Could you untie me?” I slurred with my cheek pressed on the
mattress. He chuckled and moved closer to the bed, doing
exactly that and getting dressed back. “Come on, sit on the
edge. I’m not going to let you all horny-“ “You would though,
you’re like that-“ He smirked as he placed his hands over my
thighs and leaned his cheek on the inside of it. “Careful, I
could. I’m being nice here, what do you say?” Looking to the
side, I pouted and leaned back on my elbows. “Thank you…”
“That’s it, good girl.” I then felt his tongue inside against my
sensitive nub, it was gentler than before.

I was still sore but there was something soothing in what he

was doing. I placed my legs over his shoulders and moved my
hand to my mouth at how good it felt. The sinful sound
coming from his mouth made the whole act dirtier than it
actually was, it also made it so much better. I wrapped my legs
around his head, making him groan while fervently eating me
out. The throbbing was getting stronger and he knew it from
the lack of swears that were leaving my mouth, the closer I
was getting. When I let myself fall back on the bed, Kuroo
gripped my hips and brought them closer to him, turning the
feeling a lot more intense.

Arching my back in pleasure, I was dipping my head in the

mattress while covering my mouth, desperately covering my
moans. A few minutes later, I felt the knot in my stomach snap
and went numb, my back meeting the mattress after so long of
being arched painfully. I could finally catch my breath; I was
breathing heavily but in a controlled manner as I brought my
hands to my face. I was startled when I felt a presence behind
my head and opened my eyes, noticing my boyfriend who was
staring down at me with a smile. “Maybe I should tell them
you’re feeling sick, you look like you could need some rest.”
He said playfully, definitely proud of his work.
I chuckled and let him grab my hands as he poured an
ointment on my wrist, gently rubbing it in. “I’m good, I could
use some water and food-“ “We ordered pizza, it should be
arriving soon considering the time we took here.” He stated
while gently letting go of my hand and taking care of my neck
too before looking at me sit up. Shrugging, I looked at the
mirror, “Well, I suppose it’s a nice investment.” “Isn’t it? I
knew you’d like it, you always like knowing how good I fuck
you-“ “Hey there buddy, don’t you start again. You know I’m
weak to your dirty talking.”

He laughed loudly and brushed his hand over my back before

moving around the bed and looking at me with a smile. “It’s a
shame there’s a party going on, I’d have edged you for hours if
we weren’t in a hurry.” He explained, almost sadly. I hated
how my body reacted, the sparked in my lower stomach
ignited again. “Don’t- out! Come on, out, I’ll be coming
soon-“ “Which is not what I wanted really, eat well tonight
because I’ll be having a lot of fun with my fuck toy tonight.”
His dark looked then turned into something so much lighter as
he grinned, “Come on, get dressed, babe. You look gorgeous
like that by the way, I love the red on your hips, it’s,” he
brought his fingers to his mouth and made a kissing motion.
“Stunning.”

I laughed embarrassedly and showed him my middle finger,

“Get out of here, your aura is horny and I can’t handle it.”
“Oh, you sure as hell can and you will, get dressed and join us
when you’re ready.” He winked before leaving the room and
closing behind him.

I stood there, satiated for now and looked at the mirror at the
end of the bed with a small smile. I was remembering what
happened moments ago, but shook my head quickly to forget
it, “No horny, get dressed.” And I did, I got out of bed and got
dressed in no time, taming my hair to look clean.
When I joined everyone downstairs, there wasn’t any weird
atmosphere, only loud music as usual. Glad they didn’t hear
anything, I thought in relief. Kuroo was talking with Bokuto in
the kitchen and threw me a knowing smile before winking and
pointing at the pizza. I walked to the kitchen and was greeted
by Bokuto, who seemed excited as usual. “Did’ya enjoy the
mirror? We had such a hard time finding one like that, we tried
so many stores! Finally we found an antique store that had
one, it was so heavy too-“ “Bro, bro, I think that’s enough.”
Kuroo interrupted him with a teasing smile towards me. He
looked at me with a smirk, waiting for a reply.

I did not know what to say, instead I grabbed a pizza and

shoved it in my mouth. “I’m not going to give you any
feedback-“ “Seeing how hungry you are, I know exactly how
good my bro was- good job bro.” He said, turning towards my
boyfriend and gripping his shoulder with a strong hand as they
started talking about it some more, I decided it was my time to
go and scurried off to have fun with the others.

Dating Kuroo meant he would tell everything to Bokuto, at

this point it was like dating the both of them. Lucky enough,
he had yet to invite him to join us in bed, but I wouldn’t be
surprised if he did. I’d have to think about if it ever happened,
but in the meantime, I won’t let those bro moments ruin my
fucks.
End Notes

He deserves some good thing too, hope it’s enjoyable.

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