❤️Carlisle Cullen ❤️

Ooooh this could be fun! Let me see..

Carlisle likes Esme's subtle dominance in their relationship. He can go wild internally when she gently pushes him against the wall, plays with his hair or even gives him a mischievous look across the room.

Based on their constantly need to touch one another in the films (if you've ever noticed), and even the way they exchange a look while playing chess in BD, they are wildly more playful and hot for each other than what you see on the surface.

Carlisle isn't restrained in the bedroom. When he and Esme have the house to themselves, they take advantage of utilizing every surface in the house to enjoy one another.

He doesn't curse, but he does know how to talk dirty in his wife's ear when she's nearing her climax. He loves when she pulls his hair in return in the heat of passion.

Esme likes to send Carlisle racy texts near the end of his work shift.

One for Bella.. she is secretly intrigued by Carlisle and Esme's relationship and can't help but zone in when they're getting it on, despite them attempting to stay quiet. She always jumps Edward's bones right after or during. The coiled up passion that they only unleash for each other turns her on.

Carlisle x Bella One-Shot

Rated M. Sexual Content

For @violet-phoenix-nebula I hope I did this justice

Bella almost flinched when the door to Carlisle’s office clicked closed, leaving a faint echo in the empty Cullen house. In the dim amber light, her eyes glanced around, catching glimpses of old paintings on the wall, all horrifically beautiful in their own ways.

Everyone had gone. None of them could stand the immediate scent of the blood from a cut that left Bella’s arm gashed open. Her birthday wasn't supposed to be spent this way.

Bella trusted the Cullens, but she couldn't get their predatory stares from her mind as she lay bleeding on the floor after Jasper’s accidental outburst. Even Edward. In that moment there was no love, no care in his eyes. Just a lust for her blood.

Carlisle had been the only one. He swooped in to her rescue, her fresh blood coating his fingertips as he willed the family away and towed Bella into his office to repair the wounds, rather than run from them.

Bella swallowed hard, leaning her back against the table as Carlisle moved toward her with quiet, unhurried grace.

When his hand gently grabbed her wounded arm, Bella tried not to let out a breath, as something inside made her heart flutter.

“I didn't even want a party,” she said quietly as Carlisle began to stitch her arm. His chuckled response made her eyes raise as she clutched the fabric of his blue button-down shirt.

“It wasn't your fault. Jasper hasn't been around human blood as long as the rest of us.”

The shadows danced across the doctor's face, illuminating his golden eyes while his fingers gave a tender pull on the thread.

Bella glanced down at his hands, gentle and steady. Her stomach was in knots again, her mind beginning to race as fast as her heart. She suddenly wondered if Carlisle could pick up on the abrupt, involuntary change in her chest cavity.

Her hand fell to rest on his torso, just above his waist as Carlisle continued with professionalism. Bella peppered him with questions she had been dying to ask about his ability to harness his thirst and why he became a doctor.

Her eyes closed when his fingers tightened just a bit, cool around her arm. She barely felt any pain, just his gentle touch as he worked.

It was vulnerable words about his own damnation that snapped Bella’s eyes upward.

“Damned?” The angel of a man before her couldn't possibly think of himself that way. “You mean like hell?”

Carlisle stopped what he was doing, just for a second, and his golden eyes met hers.

A genuine heat fluttered through Bella's chest. There was something about Carlisle Cullen, right then, that hit her differently. Her fingers tightened around his shirt, grazing his hard marble body that was hidden beneath.

“Carlisle, you couldn't be damned.” Bella's voice changed just a bit and she could hardly look him in the eye. She shook her head and looked down, eyes landing on the front of his black pants for just a fleeting second. “You just couldn't.”

Desire. It had suddenly made home in her core and began to travel the length of her body, making her midsection tighten. His close proximity to her was almost too much. She had never been so intimately in his presence. Now, all she could do was focus on the flex of his shoulders beneath his shirt, the look in his eyes and his intoxicating scent. Everything about him seduced her senses.

“You've always been very gracious about us.” Carlisle's voice was slightly strained as her heart rate grew faster. He noted the sudden flush in her cheeks that swelled to a burning heat the next time he placed his hands on her.

Carlisle leaned closer, clipping the stitch as he began to secure it properly. She could feel his breath against her as he used his first two fingers to tip her chin up to look at him.

The urge to pull him closer was almost too much. Bella tried to tell herself it was misplaced desire. It was some damsel in distress response to him helping her; but in her core she knew there was more to it. Something urgent coiled in her stomach and left a heat between her legs.

Carlisle's eyes met hers from just an inch away now as he laid the final bandage on her arm.

Was this it? Bella wondered. Is my time in his office done? What am I.. feeling?

Bella's fist tightened around his shirt and she huffed a breath as a shared understanding remained in their stare.

“Your heart rate keeps going up,” Carlisle said softly. When his hand drifted up her arm to touch her face, Bella's eyes closed and she leaned into his touch.

Carlisle's thumb traced cool circles around the swell of crimson that made home on her cheek.

“I..I don't know what.. what exactly I'm..” Bella stammered on her words, simultaneously pulling Carlisle toward her, gripping his shirt so hard that she thought she might tear it.

She didn't know if she initiated it or if he did, but her lips crashed hard against his.

With one swift movement he had picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table, never breaking the kiss.

Bella moaned into his mouth, feeling the chill of his tongue balance out the warmth of her own. It ignited a brand new fire inside of her.

“Carlisle,” she gasped his name when he stepped between her parted legs and she felt his arousal for the first time.

His hands, usually careful and gentle, ran up the outsides of her thighs, pushing her dress up as his lips dipped to her neck.

Bella held him hard, gripping his back over his shirt as he began to unlatch his belt.

Is this really happening? Bella didn't question it further. She had almost died that night at the hands of ravenous vampires. She knew she owed it to herself to live in the moment. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much.

Carlisle let his hand fall between her legs as his pants fell off his waist, leaving Bella's gaze on his tented boxer-briefs.

“Look at me,” he whispered, using his opposite hand to tip her chin up again.

As Bella glanced up, she barely met his stare before her eyes closed again when his first two fingers pushed inside of her.

Bella moaned, stuttering his name but unable to get it out fully. She had never felt anything like it.

Carlisle circled his fingers and pushed in as far as he could go as Bella grasped him harder. She tried to suppress her moans through ghostly sighs, but found it impossible when he didn't let up.

“Let it all out,” he encouraged, whispered in her ear before kissing her again.

Bella moaned into his mouth and Carlisle parted his lips from hers so he could drink in her expression. Against his wrist he could feel her inner thighs begin to tremble.

“I want more of you,” she choked out with a groan when he pushed his fingers in deeper.

Carlisle captured her lips again, nudging her nose with his. “You're sure?” He asked, removing his fingers from inside of her.

“Please,” Bella whimpered, feeling empty now that he wasn't touching her.

Her eyes flickered open, and the golden stare he always had was replaced by the dark swell of desire in his pupils.

Carlisle gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her to the edge of the table, making Bella's arms instinctively grip around the back of his neck.

He pushed the fabric down of his boxer-briefs, allowing his thick, heavy cock to spring free.

Bella glanced down and back up, initiating another ravenous kiss. At the same time, Carlisle lined up at her entrance before pushing inside of her in one swift movement.

“Oh my G..” Bella mumbled the words against his lips as Carlisle held her hips steady as her lips parted. “Carlisle.. G..” she couldn't speak coherently.

He thrusted his hips forward, carefully at first, as Bella tightened around him.

Her choppy breaths landed on his neck with each pump of his hips as Carlisle held her upright on the desk.

Bella's legs wrapped around him as took every inch he had to offer.

“Let it all out,” he encouraged, latching his teeth onto her earlobe as he picked up the pace, making the desk creak with each relentless thrust.

Bella obeyed. She couldn't help it. Each crash of his hips had her seeing stars. The world might as well have disappeared outside of the walls of the office.

When he kissed more aggressively down her neck, Bella felt another wave of heat pool in her lower abdomen.

She had never had an orgasm. So, when her walls clenched tightly around him and a pleasure she had never known began to pool in her core, Bella whimpered his name in desperation.

Carlisle recognized the signs of Bella’s impending finish. The way her fingers dug into his back, the way her breaths became short-circuited and how her legs pressed firmly into the backs of his. It made him pull his face back to watch her expression as she came for him.

He never relented, pushing in and out of her at pace that left her choking out his name amidst broken moans and a curse word she couldn't hold in.

It was the feel of her pulsing orgasm against him inside of her that sent Carlisle over the edge. He followed her a second later, groaning as he gave a final thrust as deep inside of her as he could manage, burying himself inside of her.

“Carlisle..” Bella couldn't stop herself from moaning his name another time as she felt him cum inside of her. The warmth made her entire body clutch his harder and she gave a final, “Mmm,” against his ear when he gently pumped his hips a final time.

Carlisle breathed heavily, bowing his head by her shoulder as he tried to come down off the high. His post-coital sigh into the crook of her neck made Bella smile as she held him close.

Bella’s breaths came out gasps against the side of his face. When Carlisle finally pulled back to face her, he left a lazy kiss on her lips before pulling her head to his chest as he hugged her body, not separating himself from her.

She kept her eyes closed, mesmerizing the way he felt inside of her. The realization hit her and she was both anxious and aroused.

Request by anonymous. I must admit I had fun with this one. Willing to do a Part 2 of this (and just might if I get time later!) Rated M for sexual content.

Pairing: Carlisle x Esme Cullen

Synopsis: Esme makes a surprise visit to the hospital when she misses Carlisle. After seeing him in his white doctor's coat, Esme's desire heightens. Carlisle decides to surprise her by wearing it home after work. It ignites a passion-fueled encounter in his home office.

Carlisle wandered down the hallway at Forks Hospital, donning a long white coat, clipboard in hand. His eyes rose when he caught the familiar scent of his wife’s scent. Carlisle's first thought was that something was wrong.

Esme spotted him at the end of the hallway. Had her heart still been beating it would have picked up. It wasn't often she visited her husband at work; in fact, it had been years since Esme had set foot in the hospital.

Her eyes drank him in, completely in his element. In that moment, alone, she quietly envied the coworkers who got to see him in this state every day. The cuffs of his sleeves curled up around the arms of his white coat by his wrists. A stethoscope hung loosely around his neck. In the corridor lights, the fluorescence highlighted his perfectly styled blond hair that crept just slightly over his ears.

Esme shivered, reliving the first time she had ever seen him. His cold hands tenderly bandaged her wounded leg, their eyes locked with his warm smile and she had fallen in love right then and there.

Somehow, one glimpse of Carlisle is his white doctor’s coat and Esme fell into the role she desired most, that of his hopelessly enamored wife.

Carlisle’s eyes locked with hers across the hall, and she could see he was concerned from her abrupt entrance into the hospital.

Esme flashed a small smile, immediately easing his mind, as she held up a brown paper bag.

Carlisle's eyebrows pressed together in confusion. He tucked the clipboard under one arm and paced the hallway to meet her halfway.

“What's this?” He asked, smiling down at her from inches away.

“You forgot your lunch, Dr. Cullen,” Esme told him.

Confusion plagued him even more, as they didn't eat. But when he saw the look in her eyes, her reasons were unmistakable.

“Oh, did I?” He played along. “How forgetful for me.”

With no one in the hallway, and in a rare moment of PDA, Carlisle touched his lips to hers once.

“I've been working too much,” he concluded.

Esme shook her head, never willing him away from his career. “I just missed you today after the double shift,” she confessed. “And seeing you in your white coat always brings me back to the first time I saw you.”

“I've been wearing this coat for decades.”

“And I rarely get to see you in it.”

He laughed out loud, having the urge to wrap his arms around her; but he refrained given their surroundings.

“Quite the hardship,” he teased, taking her hand in his, the only physical contact he could initiate while at his place of employment.

When their eyes lingered, Esme reluctantly separated herself from him.

“Well, I won't keep you from your lunch,” she teased playfully.

Carlisle held up the bag. “I'll be off in a few hours.”

“I'll pretend I wasn't watching in the window, waiting for your car.”

“I love you,” he said, holding her gaze.

“I love you, too.”

Esme turned to go and Carlisle watched her hips sway as she crossed back through the automatic doors that led into the main lobby.

He opened the bag out of curiosity, finding a note written in red Sharpie.

Don't work too hard, Doctor.

A heart with the letter ‘E’ accompanied it.

Carlisle smiled to himself before making his way back to his office.

..

Darkness began to creep in over Forks in the early October evening. Inside the Cullen house, a few low lights cast warm glows over the atmosphere and Esme had lit candles smelling of maple and pumpkin to cozy the house with the switchover to autumn.

When a faint touch of tides crushing gravel filled her ears, Esme smiled to herself. A part of her contemplated pretending to keep busy, but rather she kept her intentions true.

Esme heard his footsteps near the front door and she greeted him by opening it before he could.

“I told you I'd be waiting,” she said bluntly with a warm smile.

“I would never doubt you.” Carlisle put a hand on her face and left a long, closed mouth kiss on her lips. “I've been waiting all day to do that.”

“You remained quite professional,” Esme noted, pecking his lips again as he closed the door.

Carlisle raised the note she had penned to him and they shared a laugh.

“I took your advice,” he confessed, eyes scanning the home’s interior. “Where is everyone?”

“Alice ushered them all down to the Forks football game,” Esme informed him. “Friday night.”

“She must've known you had white-coat syndrome,” Carlisle said, prompting another laugh from Esme.

He chuckled and removed his dark jacket, hanging it casually on the coat rack beside the door.

Esme’s eyes drank him in and she would have blushed if she was still able to. Her hand moved to cover her semi-embarrassed smile.

Carlisle adjusted the collar of his doctor’s coat that he had purposely worn home after Esme spoke of her desire to see him wearing it more often.

When her eyes lifted to meet his, she couldn't help but close the distance between them. Her hand drifted up to the front pocket on his chest, smoothing it over before further adjusting his collar.

“I tried to come prepared,” he said quietly, a small smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.

“So, how many minutes do I get with Dr. Cullen?”

“Well, that all depends on what time the football game ends.” Carlisle's lips found hers and he deepened their abbreviated kiss from a moment ago, sliding a hand to the curve of her jawline.

Esme's arms slid around his waist, beneath the coat, only loosening her grip when Carlisle’s phone buzzed in his pants pocket.

When he didn't reach to answer it, she motioned for him to.

Carlisle made a face, reaching into his pocket to read a text message and laughed. He turned the screen to show Esme. It was Alice.

We're going to an after party when the game is over. Have fun!

Esme laughed out loud and Carlisle tossed his phone onto one of the couch cushions in the living room. He pulled her back to him with the force of a thousand men and kissed her more urgently.

She snaked her arms around his neck, gripping the fabric of his jacket.

Carlisle scooped her up so she sat in his hands, carrying her up the stairs. His intent was to take her to the bedroom but he changed his mind at the last minute and sat her on the desk in his office, not bothering to close the door.

“Had I known we would have the house to ourselves I would've brought home a few more things.” He dipped his mouth to touch her neck, purposely beginning at the scar he had left on her neck that bound them for all of eternity.

Esme moaned into his ear, gripping the back of his neck.

“Carlisle..” she whispered his name, legs parting out of instinct as he settled between them.

He nibbled her earlobe. “Dr. Cullen,” Carlisle corrected her, making Esme smile at first before biting down on her bottom lip.

She felt his erection press against her inner thigh through the fabric of his pants. When she went to reach for his belt, he gently caught her by the wrist.

Esme's eyes flickered open as Carlisle used his opposite hand to wave two fingers in front of her face.

“We’re not there yet, Mrs. Cullen.” He lifted her knee-length skirt, rolling the fabric up with careful precise movements until her laced panties were exposed.

With one swift pull of his hands, Carlisle yanked her to the edge of the desk.

“I'm going to need your input.” He began to swipe her underwear to the side, using his first two fingers before slowly pushing them inside of her.

Esme’s lips parted and she whimpered when he had entered her down to his last knuckles.

Carlisle brought his lips back to her ear and whispered. “I'm going to need you to part your legs further if I’m going to do this correctly.”

She held him harder around the back of his shoulders, keeping his body close and did as he instructed while Carlisle began to circle his fingers inside of her.

“God,” she cursed.

“Let it out,” he whispered against her again, kissing gently down her neck before letting his teeth graze her collarbone.

Esme tried not to turn into a writhing mess under her husband’s touch. Her legs locked around the backs of his as he kept up with the relentless torture with his fingers.

Every sigh and moan urged him on as Esme clung to him for dear life. His thumb created friction above where he penetrated her, leaving her unable to control the way he was making her feel.

Esme whimpered his name again, though this time Carlisle didn't correct her.

“That's a bit unprofessional,” he teased, pulling back to drink in her expression, never stopping the ever-increasing pace of his fingers inside of her.

“I want you,” she choked out, her eyes barely managing to flicker open to see the only man who could give her such pleasure.

“You'll have me, Mrs. Cullen,” he taunted, kissing her lips chastely despite the onslaught he was imposing on her lower half. “But first I want you.. to come undone for me.”

The pressure was building by the second. Carlisle didn't let up as he recognized the signs of his wife's impending orgasm.

Her abdomen rose and fell in rapid succession, her breaths became uncontrollable as he touched her face with his free hand, tender and loving, not matching the wicked smirk on his face.

When he brought his lips back to hers, penetrating her lips with tongue, it was the final sensation to bring Esme over the edge.

She moaned into his mouth, pushing her hips up to meet the force of his hand as he kissed her hard.

His fingers aggressively inside of her. His tongue gently massaging her own. The contrast left her head spinning and her body writhing on the edge of his desk.

Esme cried out again as he took her to completion, choking out his name as she pushed against his knuckles a final time to assure she had stolen every ounce of pleasure from the moment.

And then her grip loosened on his shoulders. Her body relaxed. She took a long, deep breath and stared up at her husband, the loving doctor.

A triumphant, hungry smile decorated his face, and Esme accepted a lazy kiss he left against her lips. She kept him there against her, still coming off the high of the moment.

Carlisle chuckled against her lips, pleased with himself. “Are you alright?”

“You're the doctor,” she sighed, smiling with content satisfaction. “You tell me.”

Their eyes met for a fleeting second before she kissed him. Her fingers traced the buckle of his belt, not ready for their intimacy to end. Carlisle didn't stop her this time.