Heartless (On Hold)

Hey, you

Josie POV

"Fuck, you're so deep" I yell. I let out a string of loud moans, and Hope is pounding into me. Her eyes are closed, and she's groaning. My hands are gripping the sheets, and my knuckles are turning white. I kinda lost count, but I'm pretty sure I've came like 3 times ? My mind is pretty clouded right now, but Hope has came once already.

Hope brings her moments to a stop, before pulling out. She's panting, but she manages to form a few words. "Hands and knees" she demands. I start moving onto my hands and knees. I guess I wasn't going fast enough, because Hope starts getting impatient and flips me over herself. She grabs my hips, then uses her hand to plant my face against the mattress. She gives my ass a hard slap, before sliding herself back in. I let out a whimper, but it's muffled because of the mattress.

She starts moving at an inhuman pace. She still has a grip on my hips, so she uses that to bring my body back, forcing me to meet her thrust. "Keep going" she tells me. I obey, and throw it back on her. She watches for a few minutes before she starts thrusting again. Her thrust are abnormally hard, and the force of them knock me flat onto the bed. I was about to get back up, but she puts her arms on either side of my head and starts pounding me into the mattress.

After a while the pleasure begins to become too much for me to handle, so I bring my hands back and put them on her lower abdomen. It was starting to slow her down, so she came to a full stop. "Move" she tells me. I look back with pleading eyes and say "Please, it's too much. I can't". She looks as if she's over telling me what to do, so she calmly grabs both of my arms and holds them on my back. "Should've just moved" she mumbles, before she continues to pound into me. Not gonna lie, I kinda agree with her and I'm currently regretting my choice. I can feel my face heating up, and hot tears running down my face and onto the sheets. She isn't hurting me, it's just...it feels too good. They're tears of joy, I guess you could say. I bite my lip, because of the overload on pleasure.

I think she noticed me crying, because she lets my arms go and slows her pace down. I hear a faint "Fuck" come out of her mouth before she drops her load in me. She waits a few seconds before pulling out. When she came, a little got on the outside, so I need to go clean it up. I try to stand up, but I fall onto the floor. Hope laughs, and I give her a "shut the fuck up" look. She holds her hands up, like she's defending herself. "What? It's funny" she says with a chuckle. "No, It's not. Help me" I tell her. She looks at her phone, then gives me an apologetic face before saying "Sorry, I gotta go".

She starts walking towards the door, and my jaw drops. I feel absolutely betrayed. She gives another chuckle, before saying "I'm just kidding" and helping me to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet, and pee. Hope walks out of the bathroom, and I'm grateful she did. It would've felt pretty weird for the both of us if she'd stayed. After I'm done, I make it to the counter and wash my hands. "Uh, Hope?" I call out, in a gentle voice. "Mhm, I'm coming" she responds. She helps me back to my bed, and I thank her. She has a annoyingly hot smirk on her face. Once I realize what she's smirking about, I roll my eyes and mumble "Cocky son of a bitch" under my breath. "You know it" she tells me.She finishes gathering her things, before saying she's leaving. Before she gets leaves the room I say "Can you turn the light off, please?". She turns the light off, then starts making her way out. "Oh, and lock the bottom lock on your way out" I hurriedly say. "Of course" she responds.

~Time Skip~

I woke up via my alarm. I slowly roll out of bed, still tired because of how late i stayed up doing...Hope. I once read a book about a girl who was in love with her bully. The bully was...well, a bully, so in public she'd be just that. Behind closed doors, though...that was an entirely different story. The bully would show the up-most affection one day, then the next she'd either make fun of the girl with her friends, or act like she didn't exist at all. Treat her like a ghost. Like trash.

The girl knew she'd fallen hard for said bully, but she couldn't stop it nor reverse it. She told herself that she'd stop being so head over heels for the bully. She told herself that she would stop running back to her every time she'd fuck up and say something along the lines of "I'm sorry, I promise I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" or "We were just having fun". She'd stop seeking her validation. She'd stop dressing a certain way, to please her.

Unsurprisingly, that never happened. She continued to be head over heels for her. She continued to seek her validation...her approval. Yep, you guessed it. She continued to dress the way she wanted. She gave up everything for this girl. This girl who makes with her friends jokes about her alcoholic piece of shit mother, and deadbeat father. Everything. Her body included. She did it shamefully, but she did it. And she absolutely hated herself for it. She hated how she constantly offered herself up to someone who offered absolutely nothing in return.

Anyway, I'm sure you can see where I fit in this story...and where Hope does. Obviously it isn't a "Copy and paste" situation, but it's pretty damn close. Personally, I don't want that for myself. I don't want much, I just...never mind. It doesn't matter, because unlike her, I know that telling myself I'm going to stop doesn't make nearly as much a difference as actually doing it.

When I take a stand, I'm taken by surprise that I didn't immediately fall onto the ground. I have 2 hours before I have to go, so I grab clothes for a shower.

~Time Skip~

The shower took a little longer than expected, but I'm gonna work with the time I have left. I don't have enough time to stop at some restaurant, so I heat up the leftover Chinese from last night.

I eat while I'm on the way to work. My job isn't far, maybe a 20 minute drive. It's a little hard to manage eating and driving, but I'm good enough at multitasking. Speaking of, I get a text from Finch telling me that she was in the back. I send a quick "Ok" before pulling into the back. I see Finch, so I park necessarily close to her. I deliberately take a step out of my car, because of my sore legs. Currently hating Hope Mikaelson.

"Hey, you" I hear Finch say. A little smile creeps onto my face. I make my way over to the trash can, to throw my trash away, before making my way to her. Still upholding my smile

I know the chapter is short, it's kinda just a filler chapter and I was bored, but I'm gonna keep writing and get a better chapter out soon for you guys