❪ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❫ ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 🥀 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘
𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 × 𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚗

❝ BRUISES ❞

* smut warning *

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🩸⊹ ♡ JOSIE WASN'T SURE EXACTLY HOW IT HAD HAPPENED, but she was perched upon the desk of what she assumed was the office. Her legs parted, her dress pushed up around her hips and a very large vampire between her thighs as his mouth devoured hers in a harsh mess of teeth, tongues and lips.

"I don't usually-" a moan cut her off as his tongue delved into her mouth, rolling against hers. His hands firmly on her hips as he pulled her flush against his chest and she moaned as the bulge in his jeans rubbed against her covered core.

Her fingers fumbled about, quickly undoing the buttons and his shirt. And just as she undid that last one, pushing the garment off his shoulders, exposing the broad, smooth expanse of his chest, he ripped her thong clean off of her body, forcing a gasp from her swollen lips.

"Hey, I liked those," she panted, her lips still against his. "You owe-"

"You talk too much," he smirked as his hand slid across her smooth, warm skin before he buried his fingers between her thighs, in a second he found her eager bundle of nerves.

"Oh, my God." She threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut and her brows pinched as she let out a loud moan that was drowned out by the thumping bass in the other room as he traced featherlight figure eights across her clit.

He just marveled at the way her face contorted and her body writhed against him. Her hands found purchase in his long, blond hair. Her nails lightly scraped against his scalp, and he groaned at the sensation - one relatively new as so few had done such a thing.

"Oh, my- fuck-"

Then he covered her mouth with his, swallowing all of her pornographic sounds, though he'd rather not. Each moan or cry pushed him closer and closer to the edge, and he hadn't even taken his pants off yet.

It was so unlike him to be so close from so little, but she sounded beautiful - angelic even. And, though he didn't know it yet, it had altered his brain chemistry - and no sound on earth would ever compare.

He swore in Swedish, and she was so lost in the feeling of his fingers that she barely comprehended that he'd said anything, much less in a different language.

Then he delved just one of his fingers into her tight, awaiting pussy. She let out a low moan at the action, throwing her head back.

"Relax, vackra" he softly murmurrd against her neck, easing her nerves before placing a kiss to her jaw. He placed his hand against her chest and slowly lowered her body down against the desk, merely pushing the stuff that occupied the surface to the floor. "That's it," he hummed as her body relaxed, his free hand dragging from her chest down her stomach before bunching up the fabric of her dress.

Then he added a second finger, then a third.

"Fuck!" she gasped, her back arched and he just watched as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling them just enough. The sight had him nearly in daze as she choked on a moan when his thumb brushed her clit, her hands gripping at his forearms, nails biting into his skin. "Oh, fuck." she moaned, the stretch almost painful, but so good.

"Just like that," he mused, watching as his fingers disappeared into her over and over again. And just as he curled them, her hips bucked against his hand as her nails dug into his wrist.

"More," she begged on whimper, grinding against his hand. "More. Please."

Okay, maybe her begging for him could compare to the way she moaned.

He cursed under his breath in Swedish, and his hand left her, forcing a whimper from her lips as she pushed up on to her elbows.

"Why- ah!" she yelped as he sheathed himself inside her warm, wet pussy with one long thrust of his hips.

She moaned, long and low, having trouble catching her breath as he bottomed out, a low groan of appreciation spilling from his lips almost involuntarily at the feel of her squeezing him.

"Så prefekt," he muttered lowly, his eyes closed as he relished the feel of her, so warm and wet and snug around him as her walls clenched.

"Shit," she muttered, holding her breath for a moment. The stretch was almost too much to bear, and she couldn't think straight as her back arched off the desk, her lips parted in a silent scream.

She'd never been so utterly and completely full.

"Breath," he hummed and she did as told, sucking in air before letting it out.

He leaned down, his chest against hers as he pressed his mouth to hers, lightly nipping at her bottom lip. She locked her arms around his neck, her hands in his hair as he pulled her up with him. She moaned against his lips, panting and whimpering and he hadn't even started to move yet.

"Good girl," he murmured, tucking his nose into her neck, breathing her in before he brushed his lips against her warm, smooth skin. She moaned softly, her body melting against his as he sucked on her skin - sure to leave a mark come sunrise.

After just a moment, a moment of pure bliss - painfully, sweet bliss - Josie shifted her hips, moaning as his tip hit something untouched, deep within her.

She was far from a virgin, but no one had ever been so deep - no one had even been so big.

"Move," she muttered, rolling her hips against his. "Please, move."

He chuckled, the sound low and dark as he pulled back, his moan mixing with hers. Then without warning, he pistoned his hips into hers as his grunts matched her moans.

Each thrust was calculated, sure, and hard.

So hard it had her head spinning, and stars twinkling behind her closed eyelids. She'd never felt something so good, so perfect and she was sure that Eric Northman had ruined sex with other men for her.

But she could be pissed about that later.

Each thrust, harder than the last, had a new sound tumbling from her swollen lips as she approached her high. The legs of the desk scraped against the concrete floor, but neither seemed to care, they were too wrapped up in each other to even notice.

He held her close, breathing in her intoxicating scent - one he couldn't get enough of - listening to every sound she made, every breath she took as his lips brushed against her perfect skin but his hips didn't falter.

"You smell..." he mumbled into her neck, brushing his nose against her skin as he cradled the back of her head, his long fingers tangled in her hair. "-devine."

His fangs begged to be set free, holding them in becoming almost painful - he could practically taste her already. Practically feel her warm, sweet blood coating his tongue, dripping from his lips only to wipe at it and lick it from his fingers, as not to waste a single drop.

But she'd made it clear that he was to keep his fangs to himself. No biting.

He almost couldn't stop himself, so he leaned back, thrusting his hips faster as a lovely sound got caught in her throat.

He scanned her face, which was adorned with nothing but pleasure - her cheeks were flushed, her eyes closed, her brow knitted up, her perfect lips parted with her beautiful sounds, and her hair a wild, untamed mess.

Beautifully and completely fucked out.

And she was absolutely stunning. He just wished he'd gotten her out of her dress completely, because that would've been heaven on earth - to see her perfect chest bouncing with each hard thrust as he lost himself in the feeling of her, the smell of her, the sound of her.

Hell, he could lose himself in that woman, a fact that hadn't been true in years but the thought - the almost panic - ceased when his name left her lips like it was some kind of prayer. Like she couldn't stop herself from letting his name fall past her bruised, bitten, and swollen lips.

"Eric," she moaned, and his name on her lips drove him crazy as she tugged at his hair, messily moving her lips against his as she tried to meet his every thrust, even as he sped up, pushing her ever so close to the edge. "Harder, please."

"I love the way you beg," his hand slid from the hair to her cheek - the other firmly on her hip - then he brushed his thumb across her lips, pulling her bottom lip down as his eyes bore into hers.

She nipped at his thumb, and he smirked at the action before letting his hand drift down her body once again. A moan left her as his fingers toyed with her nipple through the silky fabric and her hips bucked forward a little as he lightly pinched the hardened bud.

But she was faltering, his hips snapping into her too fast for her to keep up, both of his large hands now resting on her hips, fingers sinking into her flesh as he pulled her against him with each hard thrust. She was sure there'd be bruises tomorrow, hell, she was sure she'd be too sore to even think about leaving her bed in the morning to come.

Then her stomach churned, a coil tightening until it became almost painful, and just when she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, his thumb ever so lightly brushed against her needy clit once more.

Her orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, taking her under the waves of pleasure as she tried to catch her breath.

"Holy fuck!" she screamed out as she came, the sound falling off into a silent moan as she collapsed against his hard chest. It was the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. It was the first time she hadn't been bombarded with unwanted, downright disgusting thoughts that made her skin crawl and took her completely out of the moment.

She couldn't hear a single thought in his head, which made getting lost in the moment - in him - so much easier.

But his pace didn't slow as he worked her through her high, leaving kiss after kiss against her bruised lips and down her neck - which was sure to be covered in marks the next day.

"Good girl, vackra." He mumbled, his mother tongue slipping from his lips as his thrusts persisted. She whimpered a little at the praise, those two words stirring up something deep and unknown inside of her.

Before she could even breathe properly, she was clenching around him, her body wanting more - wanting everything - despite how exhausted she was.

She was too far gone to even comprehend that he'd uttered a word in another language. A language she didn't understand, so she didn't know that he'd called her beautiful as her walls clenched around him - suffocating his cock.

He smirked, relishing in the way she moaned, this time even louder, so loud that he was sure they could hear her even over the music. But he didn't care, not as she held herself against him, her arms tight around him to hold herself up as her stomach filled with a white-hot sensation of unbridled pleasure.

It was anything but a quick fuck.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🩸⊹ ♡ "YOU...OWE ME...A NEW THONG."

Eric simply smirked, perched in the chair behind the desk as he redid the buttons of his shirt. Unlike Josie, who was laid across the desk, her chest rising and falling with each pant, he was perfectly fine.

His hair, which had been a bit of a mess, was once again smooth and straight. His clothes were less disheveled than the dress - which he had helped her back into - that clung to Josie's sweaty body. And while she still seemed to be recovering, still finding it hard to catch her breath, his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

He simply hummed, almost certain he'd never see the human again. It was clear that he was her first vampire, she had no lingering fang marks - and he had been thorough in his exploration of her body. Especially once her dress hit the floor.

"I'm serious," she turned her head, meeting his ice blue gaze that somehow warmed her from the inside out, like he carried fire in that deep, glacial abyss. "That was my favorite one."

"Very well," he nodded his head and she smiled, so wide and bright. He was sure he'd never seen anyone smile so wide before. But the annoying buzzing of a phone had caught his attention, it was the third or fourth time it had gone off, and each time he had ignored it, too entrapped by the human that was still laid out across his desk, her eyes now closed.

But a pleased, tired smile rested on her lips.

He merely leaned down and grabbed the device, holding it out towards her, "your phone."

It buzzed in his hand and she opened her eyes, taking his from him, and as she read the messages, her smile faded as her eyes went wide.

"Shit!" She sat up, jumping from the desk and he merely watched, only a slight crease between his brows. "I gotta go. That was... um... Thanks for that. Really. Um, bye." With that she left the office, the door closing behind her only for her to come face-to-face with the blonde woman she'd met at the door.

"Looks like you had a good time," a smirk tugged at her lips - she'd seen Eric lead the human to the office and she knew it was for one of two reasons.

"Y - Yeah." She mumbled out, brushing her hand through her hair. "Have you seen Dawn? The girl I-"

"Josie!" The girl she had been looking for shouted over that music, making her towards her. "Where the hell did you go? I've been looking for you."

"Seems your friend had herself some fun," the tall vampire spoke and Dawn let her eyes drift down her friend's disheveled form.

A smirk tugged at Dawn's lips, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "who'd you hook up with?"

"No one," she shrugged. "We should head home, beat traffic." She grabbed Dawn's wrist and pulled her towards the door, merely sparing a glance over her shoulder just as she left the door only to meet a pair of blue eyes that would forever be burned into her brain.

Then she left, the door swinging closed behind her.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🩸⊹ ♡ JOSIE STUMBLED TOWARDS THE FRONT PORCH STEPS, her heels in her hand as she waved at Dawn as she pulled out of the driveway. She wiped her face with her free hand before brushing it through to her wild, messy hair.

The last thing she wanted was for Adele to see her and know what she had been up to for most of the night. She wasn't under the impression that the older woman thought she was a virgin, but she didn't like for it to be so obvious that she had been fucked so throughly that her legs ached with each step she took.

Though, the red - soon-to-be purple - spot on her collarbone, the matching spot on that other side of her jaw, and the spot on her shoulder, would be plenty of insight into the night she'd had.

She took a breath and pushed the door open, plastering on a smile, "Gran, I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!" Adele called back, and Josie pushed the door closed before starting towards the stairs only to stop when she saw Jason and Tara cuddled up on the couch.

"Hey, y'all." She smiled, stepping into the living room and Jason's eyes skimmed from her bare feet all the way up to her eyes, before they jumped to the red marks on her neck.

"Where the hell you been all night?" Tara asked, her usual touch of sass hanging off of every word.

"Out," the brunette shrugged.

"Mmhmm," Tara gave a knowing look as she raised her beer to her lips and took a sip. "Who left those big ass marks on your neck?"

Josie fixed her hair over the marks, managing a smile, "no one."

"Liar," Jason stated, sipping on one beer. "Who you hookin' up with these days?"

"Jealous?" She teased and he shifted on the couch a little, his eyes narrowed at her and she laughed. "You're so easy, Stackhouse."

"He's easy?" Tara raised an eyebrow, nodding her head towards the now covered marks. "Seriously, who was it?"

"Told you, no one." She brushed her off before looking over at Jason, "ain't you supposed to be meetin' Dawn tonight?"

"Shit." He checked his watch before pushing himself up as Josie chuckled.

"She just left, you drive real fast and you might be able to catch her."

"Later, Tara." He rushed out, heading for the door but he stopped next to Josie for a moment and brushed her hair back, eyeing the mark on her jaw. "Just be careful," he told her softly, nothing but sincerity in his dark, coffee eyes.

"Always am," she nodded. And though they often flirted and she loved to tease him, she knew he cared about her as more than just another one of the girls he'd once slept with. She was more or less family.

He nodded once before reaching for the door, "good night, Gran!" He called out.

"Night, Jason! Drive careful!" She called out after him just as the door closed behind him.

Josie looked over at Tara, who shook her head as she sipped on her beer, "how'd tonight go?"

"With the vampire?" Tara asked, making a face on the last word and the brunette nodded. "Sookie's got a crush. She's out there with him right now. Can't believe that girl."

"Sookie's got a good head on her shoulders, I think we should trust her."

Tara just hummed, finishing off her beer before looking up at the other woman again, her eyes taking in her disheveled state. "Seriously, where've you been all night?"

Josie grinned, a hint of mischief in her eyes, "went out with Dawn. Went to a bar and I might've hooked up with someone."

"Who?"

Josie shrugged, "doesn't matter. Probably never gonna see him again."

Tara just hummed, before looking up at the girl again, "was it good?"

A wide smile tugged at her lips as she crossed the living room and plopped down next to the dark-skinned woman, letting her shoes clatter to the wooden floorboards, "so good."

And while leaving out the fact that he was a vampire that she had met at a vampire bar, Josie recounted the night to Tara just like she had done with Dawn on the drive home.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🩸⊹ ♡ BY THE TIME MORNING, well mid-afternoon, rolled around, Josie laid in bed, unmoving as she wiped the sleep from her tired eyes. Just the thought of moving had her legs aching, and that ache only had her mind flooding with memories of Eric Northman - who'd fucked her so thoroughly she could still feel it in every part of her body.

She'd never been so sore before, not even after she had spent a day working on the road crew after losing a bet with Jason.

She blinked against the sun, slowly pushing herself up with a groan. She slowly made her way towards the bathroom that connected her room to Sookie's.

She grimaced at her reflection, her hair a mess, her mascara smeared under her eyes, and those large purple marks that rested against tan skin. She brushed her fingers over the one on her jaw, smiling a little. It was the first time she had actually enjoyed sex in a long time.

She tugged the large T-shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor, turning towards the shower, but just the glimpse of the purple spots on her hips had her stopping.

She had matching bruises, each one big and purple. She could make out the shape of his hands as she traced the mark on her left hip. Her finger delicately followed the outline of his fingers, and though even just the feather light touch ached, she couldn't help the heat that pooled in her lower belly, stirring with a sensation that had her rubbing her thighs together.

She'd had bruises before, mostly from how clumsy she used to be - which, thankfully, she had grown out of. Though a few had been the result of a bad relationship, she had dealt with him years ago.

But she never had bruises left behind after a one night stand. Then again, no one had ever held her the way he had as he pounded into her so hard the desk had shifted over a foot across the office floor by her second orgasm.

All she could think about was his hands on her, how big they were, how rough they had felt while he'd been so gentle. How tightly they held onto her, like he wanted her closer to him. How cooling they felt against her flushed skin, how after she had cum for the third time, they had softly caressed her cheeks as his lips merely brushed against hers.

And she couldn't help but slide her hand between her thighs to soothe the ache that throbbed through her at the mere thought of the vampire.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🩸⊹ ♡ MERLOTTE'S WAS PACKED, one of the busier nights they'd had in a while. Josie, though an ache still lingering in her arm and legs, worked as she always had, nearly non-stop. She bustled from table to table, taking orders, dropping off drinks and food, and then clearing the tables.

And just as she stuffed a twenty into her apron pocket, Sam called her name. She froze, her eyes closed as if that would make her invisible, "I can still see you."

She huffed and turned, her smile wide, "what can I do ya for, Sam?" She'd been trying to avoid him all night.

"Can I see ya in the office please?"

"I - I got tables," she pointed at the group of guys that had just sat down in her section.

Oh, yeah. Baby, bring that sweet ass over here. I want a better look at them legs.

Her nose scrunched as she looked back at the table, all four guys smiled up at her before their eyes traveled down her body then back up again almost in sync.

"I got 'em." Sookie smiled at the brunette.

"Thanks, Sookie." She breathed out, getting a smile and nod before she followed Sam towards the office. "Look, about last night-"

He shook his head, cutting her off, "Dawn told me everything."

She swallowed hard, "she did?"

"Said you had food poisonin'. I just wanted to check in, make sure you were alright. You've been a little off tonight."

"Oh, yeah..." she mumbled, making a mental note to thank Dawn. "Had some bad sausage, but I'm better now. Promise."

"Really?"

She smiled, that blinding fake smile she had worked so hard on, "yeah, just a bit sluggish. But other than that, I'm right as rain."

"Okay," he nodded his head, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Just remember to take your breaks, and if you feel sick, go home. You need to take care of yourself."

Her smile became more real as she looked up at him, "thanks, Sam. You know, you're the best boss I ever had."

He chuckled, "well, thank you." And she hummed, turning to head out the door, only for him to stop her. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"Sookie and the vampire-"

"No."

"No?"

She nodded her head, "no. Anything you wanna know about Sookie you gotta ask her yourself. I may be able to hear what other people think, but that don't mean I'm comfortable sharin' it."

He let out a small sigh, but nodded in understanding, "can you answer me this, at least, should I worry about her?"

"Tell ya what I told Tara, Sookie's got a good head on her shoulders."

He simply nodded and she offered a small smile before she left the office, picking up the order for one of her tables as Sam called Sookie into the office.

Josie groaned a little, shifting on her feet as she made her way behind the bar to mix up a drink for one of her customers.

"You alright?" Tara asked, chewing on a red straw as Sookie joined them.

Josie smirked, "it's the good kind of sore." She added a wink and Tara chuckled, shaking her head a little.

"What does-" Sookie trailed off when Josie gave her a knowing look, then her nose scrunched up upon the realization. "Ew."

Josie and Tara both laughed, finding Sookie's innocence endearing, but they ceased as the tv caught Josie's attention.

"In other news, a car crash in town claimed three lives today..."

"Hey, turn it up." Sookie asked and Tara reached for the remote, doing just that.

"Reverend Theodore Newlin, his wife, Yvette, and their 18-month-old daughter, Bethany. All pronounced dead upon arrival at Baylor University Medical Center."

"Well, damn," Josie mumbled as the reporter continued, talking about the seven other casualties of the freak accident as pictures from the crash moved across the screen, though they were sure not to show anything too gruesome.

"That's just sad," Arlene mumbled, looking up at that tv and Josie nodded, getting back to work, but Sookie seemed stuck to the floor, her eyes glued to the tv.

And just as Josie dropped off the drink at the right table, she heard a simple word...

Vampire.

And her eyes landed on Sookie, who had seemingly snapped out of it and got back to work

ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ nova speaks

honestly so nervous about this chapter 🫣

it's my first time writing smut - and publishing it, though i have read a lot of it lol so, i hope that it wasn't too terrible - i apologize if it was painful to read

i rewrote it seven times, i took things away and added things and changed things, and i'm literally shaking as i type this lol

so be gentle with my feelings, but i am open to feedback!

and if you don't want the smut, just leave now cause while it won't very often, this book will feature smut. i really can't handle any negative comments right now, so if this isn't your cup of tea, dip out now please

i'll put *smut warning* at the top of each chapter that includes it, so you'll be fully aware of what the chapter entails

anyways, i'm publishing a twilight fic this week, so if anyone is interested, be on the look out for that!

bye bye now

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