The Girl with the Devil Tattoo

His Favorite

               (Y/N) groaned in aggravation as her hip was once again pushed back against her stomach. She glared up at the blonde above her who was too focused on getting himself off to notice her discomfort. 

"Atsumu!"

The blonde briefly looked up, sweat dripping down hair hairline and neck, "Almost there, pretty girl." His hands shot up to grab the head board and pound himself into the girl below him. (Y/N) whined softly in discomfort as the man above her took it as a pleasurable noise. Sure, the sex with Atsumu was always good, but it wasn't what she wanted. 

(Y/N)'s sex life was never what she wanted. All the men wanted her constantly underneath and submissive to them and that just wasn't her style. She wished someone would be willing to let her take charge, top them, let her please them for her own pleasure and not their own. That's where her Only Fans helped with this reality.

Know online as "Diabla" she was able to create her fake persona. People subscribed to her and payed for private chatrooms for her to just degrade them and talk down to them. They all summitted down to her and it gave her the complex she was looking for. Of course though she never wanted her identity to be found out, so she wore a red mask and devil horns, which made her earn her username. 

Now, being a part time sex worker wasn't her first career choice, but when her retail job wasn't paying the bills for her apartment or college she took matters into her own hands. Six months later and she hasn't had to worry about bills sense.

(Y/N) was brought out of her thoughts as Atsumu pulled out and came right onto her stomach. The warm liquid dripped from her stomach and onto his sheets as Atsumu flopped down beside her and buried his face into his pillow, "Oh (Y/N) it was as great as usual."

(Y/N) gave him a tight smile as she stood up to make her way to the bathroom to clean up his mess. Atsumu was not an aftercare person, she always cleaned up when he was done as he just passed out. After being with different men the only reason (Y/N) kept coming back to Atsumu was because every once in a while he'd let her be on top.

Once she was wiped her stomach off in the bathroom she made her way back to his room to collect her clothes. Surprisingly it didn't seem that Atsumu was asleep, but his face was still buried in his pillow. (Y/N) slid her shirt over her head and then her pants, sliding them right over her little heart with devil horns tattoo that was done right on her hip. 

Once she grabbed her keys her wrist was grabbed by Atsumu, "Remember, Halloween party Friday. Don't be late."

The girl groaned but nodded reluctantly before slipping outside to get into her car. The chilly night air hit her skin as she cranked the heat up in her busted car.

Next  purchase to save up for, a car with working heat.

Once she made her way back to her apartment she immediately threw her clothes into the washer, not wanting to have the smell of Atsumu anywhere near her at the moment. She always seemed to get the post-orgasm clarity on her drive home. She new Atsumu felt something for her, but she could never bring herself to lead him on. She made her way into her shower to clean herself off as she tried to hype herself up for her next stream. She didn't hate what she did, but she didn't love it as well. Money was money though.

Once out of the shower you decided to style your hair in loose curls and applied heavy black eyeshadow so it could be seen behind your mask. Once you mad your way into your bedroom you placed on a black lingerie set and grabbed your mask to head into the filming room.

Your filming room was specifically for that, filming. It had all your cameras, toys, a plush bed. (Y/N) changed the sheets into pure white sheets to contrast your online "dark" aura. Today's video was just going to be a quick ten minute session, enough to pay for the bills. Once the camera was on and (Y/N) was logged on she made her way to the center of the bed with her pink dildo. She placed her mask over her eyes and watched as the camera counted down.