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"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands."
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem! Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 6.4k
Summary: You’re a newish member to the town of Forks, with an extreme obsession with Doctor Cullen. One day he finally gives in after you’ve visited the clinic for the 5th time that month.
Warnings: light choking, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, praising, orgasm denial.
a/n: I know this is a shift from my usual posts but I've been desperate for some more Carlisle content. As always, I hope you enjoy <3 and send any requests my way!
As you stepped into the small, dimly lit clinic, the antiseptic smell filled your nostrils, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the freshly wiped floor. The receptionist looked up from her computer, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hello again," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement.
You returned the smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, and proceeded to the triage desk. Gripping my chest dramatically, you winced. "I've got these terrible chest pains," you gasp, hoping she wouldn't recognize your voice from the numerous calls I'd made over the past few weeks. "I think it's happening again."
She nodded sympathetically, though her eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity. "I'll let Dr. Cullen know right away," she assures you, before disappearing into the back rooms of the clinic. Your heart raced with anticipation as you take a seat, glancing around the empty waiting area.
Little did they know that your only ailment was an extreme obsession with the enigmatic doctor who had recently become the talk of the town.
The receptionist emerged from the back, her smile widening as she beckoned you to follow her. She led you down the hallway to a small, cozy examination room, the walls adorned with diplomas and medical charts. "Dr. Cullen will be with you in just a moment," she said, the amusement in her voice now unmistakable.
You nodded, trying to compose yourself as she closed the door behind you. The room was warm, and the gentle hum of the heater filled the space. You sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, heart pounding in your chest.
Would he finally see through your facade of feigned illnesses? Or would he offer the attention and concern that you so desperately sought? The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you heard the soft footsteps approaching, and the door handle turned with a quiet click.
He stepped into the exam room with his usual grace and composure, a hint of surprise flickering across his features as his gaze fell on you. His cool, pale fingers clutched a patient chart, which he quickly placed on the counter. His voice, as smooth and soothing as ever, broke the silence.
Cullen leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and studying you with a mix of curiosity and veiled amusement. "Back again," he commented, his voice betraying a hint of recognition. "Chest pains, you say?"
“Mhm,” you bite your lip as you gaze up at him, “It comes and goes..”
Carlisle hummed softly, tilting his head to one side as he observed you. The flicker of recognition in his eyes now more pronounced. He grabbed the stethoscope that hung around his neck, looping it over his ears.
He closed the small distance between you, his presence seeming to fill the room. He placed the cold metal end of the stethoscope against your chest, his touch as gentle as a butterfly's wings. "Take a deep breath for me," he requested, his voice velvety and commanding.
You gasp at the chill of the metal, a soft surprised sound escaping your lips as you try to steady your heart rate. You follow his instructions, taking in a deep breath.
Dr. Cullen listens intently as the sound of your heartbeat fills his ears through the stethoscope. His brows furrowed slightly, a look of concentration on his face. The cool and professional demeanor remains, his focus on your heart.
"Again," he instructs, moving the stethoscope slightly to a different spot on your chest. His gaze never wavers from yours, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion laced with a touch of curiosity.
You nod, taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on your knees as you gaze up at his strong jaw. Your heart rate picks up as you admire his face from where you're sitting.
Carlisle can't help but notice the hitch in your heartbeat, his sharp hearing catching the slight acceleration. A small flicker of a smirk plays on the corner of his lips, as he continues to listen intently.
He lifts the stethoscope from your chest, his eyes locking with yours once more. "Your heart rate is elevated," he comments, his voice a low hum. "Any idea why that might be?" The hint of a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Uh,” you gulp, looking off to the side of the room. “No, I’m not quite sure..” your fingers fumble with the hem of your short skirt as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.
Cullen's eyes flickered down to your fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your skirt before meeting your gaze once more. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
He took a step back, returning the stethoscope to his desk and perching himself on the edge of it, folding his arms across his broad chest. "You know," he began, his voice a low growl, "I've noticed a pattern. Every time you come to visit, you seem to have a different ailment."
“I guess I’m just,” you try to come up with an excuse. “I just have a lot of things going on, huh?” you grin up at him stiffly.
The doctor tilts his head to one side, a smirk playing on his lips as he studies you intently. He pushes himself off the desk and begins pacing slowly in front of you.
"That's the thing," he says, his voice quiet and measured. "I've been a doctor for a very long time, and I've seen many patients through the years."
He stops in front of you, his gaze locking with yours. "And yet, I've never seen someone quite so...frequent as you."
“Oh..” you lick your lip, “I guess I’m just a bit worried, you know.. Chest pains aren’t a good sign..” your gaze falls to the tiled floor.
Dr. Cullen hums softly, a hint of amused skepticism in his voice. "That's true.. Chest pains aren't something to be taken lightly," he agrees, his gaze locked on your face. "But I have a feeling there's more than just chest pains that are troubling you."
“What.. what do you mean?” your eyes widen as you look up at him, body straightening under his intense stare.
Cullen cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step closer, his presence becoming more commanding.
"I mean," he began, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "that I suspect there's something more going on here. Something that has little to do with your physical ailments and more to do with..." he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your body briefly, "...something else entirely."
You take a deep breath, gulping as he moves closer. “Oh?”
Carlisle’s gaze hardens as he moves even closer, nearly towering over you now. "What if I were to suggest that your frequent visits here have less to do with medical concerns and more to do with something else, something more intimate?" he asks, his voice soft but commanding.
He leans closer still, his cool breath ghosting across your skin. "What if I were to suggest that there's a deeper, underlying reason for your...obsession with this clinic?"
You lean back, legs squeezing together as warmth fills your stomach. “Like what? Doctor Cullen?” you furrow your eyebrows, feigning innocence.
Dr. Cullen's eyes narrow ever so slightly at your feigned innocence. He can sense the heat coursing through your body and the way your legs press together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip.
He leans in, his voice lowering to a near growl. "Don't play coy with me," he murmurs, closing what little distance remains between you. "You know exactly what I'm referring to."
“I don't-” you shake your head in response, eyes wide as you scoot further back on the table. “I don't think I know what you mean…” your body tenses with desire as he looks down at you.
Cullen's eyes darken at the way you scoot back further on the table, the subtle signs of your tension not escaping his sharp senses. He rests his hands on the edge of the table, effectively caging you in.
"Oh? You don't?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then tell me why you've been coming here every week for months. And don't give me that 'I'm just clumsy' or 'I have bad headaches' act again."
You open your mouth to give another excuse but nothing comes out, words seemingly caught in your throat. Eyes falling to his lips as your heart hammers against your chest erratically.
His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he noticed the way your gaze fixed on them. It was all the confirmation he needed.
He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Why don't you just admit it?" he asked, his breath fanning against your skin. "Admit why you keep coming back here. To see me. To see what it's like to have my hands on you."
“Doctor..” you start, voice soft and full of desperation.
Cullen's eyes flicker with a hint of satisfaction as he hears the desperation in your voice. He raises a hand, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet full of possession.
"Say it," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Say it, and then you can get exactly what you've been coming here for all these weeks."
“I..” your eyes flutter shut as you take a deep breath. “I’ve been coming here because I want to feel your hands on me.” you gasp out, cheeks flushing with your whispered confession.
Carlisle’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he hears the confession tumble from your lips. He leans in closer, his hand moving from your cheek to your chin, tilting it upwards so your gaze meets his.
"Good girl," he purrs, the words making heat flare in your stomach. "It wasn't so hard, was it? Admitting what you really want."
He leans even closer, his body pressed against the table, "And what do you want me to do with those hands, princess?"
“I want you to touch me..” you bite down on your lip, legs parting as he slips between them. He lets out a low growl, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He presses even closer, his hips now pinning you against the table.
"Touch you where?" he whispers, his free hand moving to rest on your thigh, just beneath the hem of your skirt. He toys with the fabric, his fingers tracing small patterns on your bare skin. "You'll need to be more specific, princess."
You move your hand to his, guiding him to where you want him. Carlisle’s hand stops you, a smirk playing on his lips as he sees the slight frown on your face.
"Ah-ah," he chides. "Use your words, like I said. Tell me exactly where you want my hands." He runs his thumb across your lip, watching you expectantly, waiting for your response.
You shiver at his cold skin against you, “Doctor,” you whine out. A low chuckle escapes Cullen’s lips as he sees you shiver under his touch. He brushes his thumb across your lip again, the coldness a stark contrast to your own heat.
“Tell me, princess,” he whispers huskily, his voice like silk. “Where do you want my hands? You’ve been fantasizing about them for all these weeks, haven’t you? Now’s your chance to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you. Be specific.”
“I want you to,” you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. “Touch me, here, between my legs..” you murmur, motioning to your spread thighs. Dr. Cullen's eyes gleam with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he hears your whispered request. He moves his hand, which had been on your chin, to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin slightly.
“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “And how long have you been imagining my hands on you there?” he asks, his hand slowly inching up your thigh, the coldness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.
You gasp, forehead pressing against his shoulder as you shudder. Cullen lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the way you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder. His hand continues to move up your thigh, the coldness of his touch sending another shiver down your spine.
He brings his free hand up to run through your hair, his fingers tangling in the locks. "You're so sensitive, princess. Is that because you've been thinking about this for a long time, hmm?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.
“Yes..” you choke out, feeling his hands part your legs further. A low growl rumbles through his chest once you confirm that you've been thinking about this for a while. He moves even closer, his hips pressing against yours, pinning you to the table.
"How often do you think about me like this?" he murmurs, his hand finally reaching the bare flesh of your inner thigh. He lets his fingers dance over your skin, the coolness of his touch sending sensations through your body. "Every day? Every night?" you moan softly, pulling his hand to your soaked panties.
“Please… stop teasing me..” you whine, desperate for his touch.
Cullen grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light as he finally slipped his fingers into your panties. The coldness of his skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your core tighten around his touch. His longer pointer finger found your clit with unerring precision, teasing it in a slow, maddening circle.
"You're so desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice was a seductive purr that seemed to echo through your very soul.
"Do you dream about this, my little patient?" he murmured, pressing down slightly, making you gasp. "Do you lie in bed at night, touching yourself and imagining it's me bringing you pleasure?" His touch grew more insistent, his voice a dark caress that only served to fuel your desire.
You whine, the embarrassment and arousal mixing in a potent cocktail that makes your voice tremble. Cullen's smirk widens, the sound of your need making his own desire spike. "There's no need to be shy now," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "You've been so eager for this, haven't you?"
With a sudden, firm movement, he slides a finger into you, the coldness of his digit making you gasp. He moves it in and out with deliberate slowness, watching the way your body reacts to his touch.
His thumb remains on your clit, swirling in a relentless pattern that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke, your body betraying just how much you crave his attention.
"Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends vibrations through your core. "How long have you dreamed of this moment?" His finger moves deeper, stretching you slightly, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face. "How long have you wanted me to do this to you?"
Your breath hitches as you struggle to answer, the sensation of his finger inside you making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "Ever since my first visit," you stutter, your cheeks burning.
Cullen's smile turns predatory as he feels you clench around his finger. "Well," he says, his voice low and seductive, "today, all your dreams come true."
He adds a second finger, the coldness now a familiar and welcome sensation. He starts to pump them in and out of you, his thumb never leaving your clit, keeping the pressure constant.
You moan, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch, your body begging for more. "More," you murmur, the word barely audible. "Please."
Dr. Cullen chuckles, the sound dark and triumphant. "As you wish, my eager patient," he says, his eyes dark with lust. He quickens the pace, the coldness of his touch making you shiver with pleasure. His thumb presses harder on your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As your need grew more urgent, Cullen added another finger, stretching you further as you clenched around him. The sudden fullness made you gasp, and you bit down hard on the fabric of his white coat to muffle the moan that threatened to escape your lips. The material was stiff and cold, but it only served to heighten the warmth and pressure building within you.
Each stroke of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over you, the chilly touch of his skin against your heated flesh making you tremble with anticipation. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your nails dug into the material of his coat, leaving tiny marks of desperation as your orgasm began to coil tightly in your core.
The sound of his fingers moving within you filled the room, a slick, intimate symphony that seemed to resonate with the thud of your racing heart. The tension grew, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as you approached the precipice.
The coldness of his touch was a stark contrast to the burning heat of your arousal, and you found yourself craving more of him, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue.
You could feel yourself getting closer, your body tightening like a bowstring drawn taut, ready to snap at any moment. Carlisle watched you, his eyes dark with lust, his own breathing growing heavier as he pushed you further and further towards the edge.
Your body shudders as the orgasm crashes over you, a keening cry escaping your throat despite your efforts to muffle it. Cullen's eyes bore into yours, his own desire clear as he watches you fall apart under his skilled touch.
His fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until you're left panting and boneless against the exam table. He withdraws his hand, the loss of his cold digits making you whimper.
He smirks, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of his satisfaction echoes in the room, making your cheeks burn even hotter.
The smugness in his gaze tells you that he's fully aware of the effect he's had, and the thrill of being so thoroughly exposed and dominated by him sends another shiver down your spine. You bite your lip, your eyes never leaving his, as you silently beg for more.
Dr. Cullen chuckles again at the sight of you, completely spent and utterly under his control. He takes a step back, admiring your flushed, disheveled appearance. “You're quite the picture, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.
He moves to the sink and washes his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Once finished, he turns back to you, his gaze dark with unfulfilled desire. “You know, I should reprimand you for all those fake ailments you've been coming in for,” he says, his voice deceptively casual
You cover your flushed cheeks with your hands, breathing heavy as you try to collect yourself. Cullen smirks as he watches you struggle to compose yourself. He moves back towards you, his footsteps slow and measured. He stops right in front of you, his broad frame towering over your seated figure.
"Embarrassed, are you?" he asks, his voice a low, amused purr. He reaches out, taking one of your wrists in his hand, slowly dragging it away from your face.
“You’re such a tease,” you whine, looking up at him, eyes still full of desire for him. Carlisle’s smirk widens as he hears the complaint in your voice. He releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Who, me? A tease?" he asks, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and mockery. "I'm just doing my job as a doctor, princess. It's my duty to care for my patients," he says, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.
You push your tongue out, licking the tip of his thumb with newfound confidence. “But what about you Doctor?” your hands go to his belt buckle, fingers brushing over his concealed erection.
Cullen's eyes darken as he feels your tongue against his thumb. A sharp intake of breath escapes him as your fingers brush against his erection, the feeling stirring an immediate response.
"What about me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and huskier than before. He watches you closely, his eyes locked on your face as you toy with his buckle.
“Who will take care of you?” you unbuckle his belt, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, full of lust. Carlisle’s hands clench into fists as you unbuckle his belt, his restraint faltering slightly as you gaze up at him with that look in your eyes.
He lets out a low, possessive growl, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain a semblance of composure. "You want to take care of me, princess?" he asks, his voice lower and more gravelly now. "Is that what you're offering?"
You nod eagerly, fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his slacks. Slipping the pants away, you press your hand against his length through his boxers. Doctor Cullen’s eyes flash with desire as your hand presses against his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He lets out a stifled groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against your touch.
"Eager, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. He places a hand on your shoulder, half to steady himself, half to push you away. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess."
You free his erection from his boxers, your hand wrapping around his length. You lean in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to the tip of his erection, feeling it twitch against your lips. Carlisle's grip on your shoulder tightens as you begin to suck, his hips jerking slightly as you take him into your warm, eager mouth.
His cock is hard and pulsing, the head slick with pre-cum that you greedily lick away. His hand slides into your hair, guiding you as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your cheeks hollowing with each suck. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and his stifled groans as you work to satisfy his desire.
The taste of him is intoxicating, making you want more. You let your tongue dance around the sensitive ridge, feeling him throb against your tongue. His other hand comes up to the back of your head, his grip growing firmer, his hips beginning to thrust in time with your movements. You moan around his length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.
His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and his chest heaves with each ragged breath. You can feel his need for release growing, his body tightening with every stroke of your tongue. You suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to bring him to climax.
The power you have over him is exhilarating, and you revel in it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His hand in your hair tightens, his grip almost painful, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him come apart under your ministrations, to hear him cry out in pleasure.
Cullen groans, his body shuddering as your eager mouth works on him, his hand finding its way to the strands of your hair. He takes a fistful, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply, your scent mingling with the musk of arousal filling the room. He savors the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.
His grip on your hair tightens, guiding you with a gentle but firm rhythm that matches the pulse of your own desire. Each time you take him deep, he lets out a soft hiss, his hips rocking slightly to meet your movements. His other hand rests on the counter, knuckles white with restrained need.
The sound of your moans, muffled by his length, echoes in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drives him wild. His control is slipping, his breathing becoming ragged as you work your magic, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him back in, deeper and deeper with every stroke.
The anticipation of his release builds, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The coldness of his touch has given way to the heat of passion, his restrained demeanor now a distant memory. The clinical setting is forgotten, replaced by the primal dance of desire that plays out between you.
You can feel him growing closer, his thighs tense and his breathing erratic. You know what he needs, what you've been longing to give him, and you push harder, faster, determined to bring him to the brink and watch him fall.
Cullen's eyes fly open, his gaze piercing yours as he feels the first pulse of his climax. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking into your mouth as he releases. You swallow eagerly, your eyes never leaving his as he cums, the salty tang of his release coating your tongue.
His hand in your hair tightens, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You watch, mesmerized, as his features contort with pleasure, his jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. He lets out a series of deep, shuddering breaths, his chest heaving as he slowly regains his composure.
His hand releases your hair, moving to cradle the back of your head, his touch now gentle as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. He opens his eyes, the intensity in them not diminished, and looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
"Good girl," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You sit back, licking your lips clean, feeling a sense of pride at having brought him to this point.
He leans down, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A possessive, satisfied smile plays on his lips. “You're quite the naughty little patient, aren't you?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Taking advantage of my good nature like that.”
He releases your chin, his hand moving to your hair, running his fingers through the strands. He tugs lightly, just hard enough to get your attention. “But I must admit, I rather enjoyed it,” he adds, his gaze dark with restrained desire.
“Then maybe I should keep my habit of coming here so frequently,” you bite your lip, gazing up at him seductively.
"You do seem to have a habit of finding yourself in my clinic quite often, princess." Cullen’s gaze darkens at your seductive bite of your lip. "And I do have a duty to ensure my patients are well taken care of..." he says, his voice a low, promising rumble.
He steps closer, his body now pressed against yours, his height towering over you. He leans down, his lips near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Maybe I should start charging extra for private appointments,” he murmurs.
You shiver at his words, hands reaching out to grasp his sides, your fingers digging into his cold skin. Dr. Cullen lets out a low, amused hum at your shiver, the feel of your fingers digging into his skin sending a jolt through him. "Someone's eager," he mutters, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.
His other hand comes up, his thumb tracing the contour of your chin. He tilts your head up, his gaze a mixture of desire and possessive claiming. "You certainly know how to get my attention, princess," he murmurs, his voice a deep growl.
You slide your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his tense muscles. “Doctor..” you murmur. Cullen lets out a low hiss as your hands skim over his bare skin. Your touch seems to electrify him, his body tensing even more beneath your touch.
"Yes, princess?" he responds, his voice rougher than before. He leans down, his lips hovering over your ear. "What is it that you want?" he asks, his warm breath sending another shiver through you.
“I want..” you bury your face into his stomach, breathing in his musk mixed with his cologne. “Your hand wasn't enough… I need more of you..” your voice is needy and desperate as you gaze up at him, chin pressed against his firm abs.
Carlisle’s breath hitches at your admission, the mix of desperation and need in your voice firing up his own primal instincts. His hand at the small of your back grips tighter, his body tensing as he struggles to keep control.
"You want more, huh?" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He releases his grip on your chin, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he growls.
“Please doctor?” the pads of your fingers dig into his back. Cullen lets out a low, possessive growl as you dig your fingers into his back. The pleading tone of your voice, the desperation in your touch, only serves to fuel his own need.
"You beg so prettily, princess," he mutters, his voice a deep rumble. "How can I resist when you ask so nicely?" He leans down, his lips hovering over yours, his breath warm on your skin. "But you must be specific, sweetheart. You need to tell me exactly what it is you want.“
“I want you to fuck me, please..” you gasp, lips parting for him. Carlisle’s eyes darken at your blunt request, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He closes the small gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, delving and tasting, his hand at the back of your head holding you in place.
He pulls back from the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're insatiable, you know that?" he mutters, his free hand sliding down your body to grasp your hip. "How am I supposed to deny such a pretty request?"
With a low growl of approval, Cullen's hands guide you to the edge of the exam table, your legs shaking with anticipation. He bends you over, the cold steel pressing into your abdomen as he pulls your panties down, exposing your trembling thighs.
You feel his erection, hot and demanding, as he lines himself up with your slick entrance, the tip of his cock pressing into your wetness. His hand firmly grips your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he adjusts his position, the sound of his zipper echoing in the small room.
You gasp as he enters you, inch by inch, filling you completely, the sensation of his cold skin against your heated flesh sending waves of pleasure through your body. His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to cut off your air, but enough to remind you of his dominance, his control over your body and your desires.
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you, the force making you cry out. His grip tightens, his hips setting a punishing rhythm that has you seeing stars. Each thrust sends a jolt of cold fire through you, the stark contrast of his frigid skin against your burning need only serving to heighten your pleasure.
The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and his deep, satisfied grunts as he claims you, his sharp canines grazing your shoulder as he marks you, his patient.
As your moans grew louder, Cullen's hand left your hip and covered your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lower lip as his other fingers dug into your cheek. He was relentless, his hips moving with a precision that spoke of his experience and his unyielding need to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.
Each thrust hit the spot deep inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, and you could feel yourself growing wetter, your walls clenching around him with every stroke. The muffled sounds of your cries were only for his ears, a secret symphony of passion that played out in the quiet of the exam room.
His own breaths grew harsher, his movements more erratic, as he felt your body tense beneath him, his name a silent scream against his palm. The heat of your arousal mixed with the coldness of his hand on your mouth was a delicious torment, your eyes rolling back in your head as he claimed you, his possession complete.
The world outside the room ceased to exist, and all that remained was the frantic dance of your bodies, the cold steel of his touch, and the warm, velvety embrace of his cock filling you over and over again. You felt your climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter you, your body begging for release.
"Not yet, princess," Cullen whispers, his voice hoarse and urgent against your ear, his movements unrelenting. His cold hand slides from your mouth to your neck, his grip firm as he feels your body begin to tighten around him, the warmth of your passion meeting the chill of his touch.
His strokes become deeper, more deliberate, as he watches your face contort with the beginnings of your climax. You try to hold back, your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip to muffle your cries. Each thrust sends a fresh wave of cold fire through you, making your toes curl and your nails dig into the edge of the exam table.
"I’ll let you know when to cum for me," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand on your hip guides your hips back to meet his, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding. You can feel the swell of his cock inside you, the pressure building, the coldness of his skin against your hot, wet flesh.
Your eyes fly open, and you stare at the wall, panting, as he continues to fuck you with a masterful precision that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your body is his to command, your pleasure his to give and withhold.
And as much as you want to cum, to shatter beneath his touch, you know that you won't until he says so. The anticipation is agonizing, a sweet torture that only makes the eventual release all the more potent.
You whimper, your body begging for relief, but Cullen's grip tightens, his movements unyielding. "Soon," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "But not yet. I want to feel you clench around me, tight and desperate, begging for it." His voice is a dark promise, a siren's call that you can't resist.
You push back against him, your body moving in time with his rhythm, the cold steel of his hand on your neck a stark contrast to the warmth building in your core. The tension is unbearable, a coil winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.
You're so close, so very close, but he won't let you go over the edge. Not yet. Not until he's ready. And in that moment, you realize just how much you crave his control, his dominance over your very being. It's a heady feeling, one that makes you want to both fight against him and surrender completely to his will.
You gasp out his name, a plea and a curse all rolled into one, your voice echoing in the small, intimate space. His response is a feral growl, his hips slamming into you with renewed vigor, his hand on your neck pressing a little harder, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath your jaw.
You're so close, so incredibly close, and you know that when he finally lets you go, when he allows you to come, it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before. The coldness of his touch, the heat of his desire, the raw power of his control all coalesce into a storm of sensation that threatens to consume you. And you can't wait.
“You can let go now.” he growls into your ear. With a final, powerful thrust, Cullen's hand clamps down hard over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure as your body finally gives in to the climax that had been building for what felt like an eternity.
The pressure of his hand, the coldness of his skin against your flushed cheek, only heightens the sensation, making your orgasm feel like it's shattering you into a million pieces. Your eyes squeeze shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, your legs trembling and your core clenching around him, desperately trying to hold on to the feeling.
His own release follows swiftly, his hips jerking as he buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely with his seed. His grip on your neck tightens, his breath hot against your ear, as he rides out his climax with a deep, guttural groan. The room seems to spin around you, the only solid point the cold steel of his hand, grounding you in the midst of the tumultuous storm of sensation.
As your body starts to come down from the high, you feel him pull out slowly, his grip on you loosening, his breathing still ragged. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something else, something primal and possessive.
You collapse onto the exam table, boneless and spent, the coldness of the room now a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins. He reaches down to pull your panties back up, his movements surprisingly gentle given the ferocity of his earlier actions.
The cold fabric against your sensitive skin sends a shiver through you, a final reminder of the intensity of what just transpired. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of when you'll get to feel his cold touch again, eager to play out this twisted game of cat and mouse once more.
Hello! May I please request Prompt 14 (You must pretend to be a couple for a mission or cover story; the lines blur dangerously fast.) for Carlisle Cullen x sweet but anxious fem!Reader?
Make Pretend
(Fake Fiancé! Carlisle x reader)
‘When the Denalis come to stay at short notice, Carlisle is certain that they would tell the Volturi about your human knowledge of vampires. That is, unless they can be convinced you are engaged to Carlisle and going to be turned.’
Carlisle had gotten the call from Eleazar two days ago: the Denali coven—old friends, almost like extended family—was coming to stay. Tanya, Kate, Irina, Carmen, and Eleazar himself. They were seeking refuge after a run-in with some nomadic vampires up north, and the Cullens’ home was the safest haven.
The problem? The Denalis were traditionalists, fiercely protective of the vampire secret. A human like you, knowing everything—vampires, the Volturi, the whole immortal underworld—would be seen as a liability. A threat. And Irina, especially, with her lingering grief over Laurent’s death, had grown even more rigid about human involvement.
“They won’t understand,” Carlisle had said that night, pacing the living room with that unnatural grace, his golden eyes shadowed with worry. “If they suspect you’re just… aware, without any commitment to our world, it could escalate. They might inform the Volturi, or worse— take matters into their own hands.”
You swallowed hard, heart pounding. “So what do we do? Pretend I’m clueless? That won’t work!.”
He’d stopped, kneeling in front of you on the couch, taking your hands in his icy ones. “If we tell them we’re engaged, that you're my mate and that you’ve agreed to the change— to become one of us. It’s the only way they’ll accept your being here, Y/N. I'm sorry.”
Engaged. The word hung in the air like a peril. You nodded, even as your stomach twisted. “Fake engaged, then. Ok.”
His thumb brushed over your ring finger, a ghost of a touch. “Ok,” he murmured, though his voice held a note of something deeper, unspoken.
The Denalis arrived under the cover of dusk, their sleek black SUV pulling up to the Cullen mansion like a shadow. You stood beside Carlisle on the porch, his arm around your waist— possessive, protective. Alice, as usual, greeted them warmly, but you felt the weight of their gazes: Tanya’s appraising smirk, Kate’s electric curiosity, Irina’s cool suspicion narrowing on you like a predator sizing up prey.
“A human?” Irina said flatly as introductions were made inside, her voice like cracking ice. She didn’t bother hiding her disdain, her pale blonde hair catching the light as she tilted her head. “Carlisle, you’ve always been the compassionate one, but this…?”
Carlisle smiled, calm as ever, pulling you closer. “Irina, meet my fiancée. She’s known about me, about us, for some time now. And soon, after we're married, she’ll join us fully.”
The room went still. Kate arched a brow, her fingers sparking faintly with restrained voltage. “Fiancée? Bold move, doctor. Didn’t think you had it in you to play eternal matchmaker.”
Tanya laughed, a sultry sound, but her eyes flicked to your bare ring finger. “Where’s the ring, then? Or is this some modern human nonsense?”
You forced a smile, heart racing as Carlisle raised your hand. On your ring finger was a stunning antique ring, diamonds set in white gold that looked like it had been forged in another era. He held your bejewelled hand in his much larger, colder one, his touch lingering and eyes locking on yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. It's play pretend, don't forget that, you said to yourself.
“It’s been in my family for centuries,” he said softly, for the room but somehow just for you. “A symbol of...forever.”
Irina’s lips thinned, but she nodded curtly. “As long as the change happens soon. We can’t afford loose ends—not with the Volturi watching.”
The next few days were a masterclass in deception. You and Carlisle had to sell the engagement: shared glances across the dinner table (where you ate human food while they watched or went out to hunt for themselves), his hand on the small of your back during walks in the woods, whispered conversations that the Denalis’ super-hearing would pick up— talks of wedding plans, of the “change”, of eternity together.
But the close quarters amplified everything. Kate cornered you one afternoon in Carlisle's library, her golden eyes gleaming. “So, spill—how’d he convince you to give up your heartbeat? Carlisle’s charming, but immortality’s no small ask.”
You hesitated and chuckled nervously, fiddling with the ring. “Love,” you said simply, the word slipping out too easily. “When you find someone worth forever-”
She smirked. “Romantic. Just make sure it’s real. We’ve seen humans break under the pressure.”
Irina was worse— always watching, testing. One night, as the group gathered around the piano (Edward playing softly), she pulled Carlisle aside. You overheard fragments: “A human pet is one thing, but risking exposure? If she’s not turned soon, I’ll handle it myself.”
Your blood ran cold. Carlisle’s response was firm, edged with warning: “She’s mine, Irina. And she’ll be one of us. End of discussion.”
That night, in the privacy of his room— your “shared” space for the ruse —you paced, adrenaline surging. The Denalis had gone to hunt, so you were free to talk. “This is insane. What if they call my bluff? I can’t lie forever.”
Carlisle caught your wrist, pulling you into his arms. “You won’t have to. They’re leaving in a week. We just need to hold the line.” His bedside manner was stern but kind.
But holding the line meant blurring lines. Cuddling on the couch during movie nights (the Denalis humouring the human tradition), his lips brushing your temple in front of them— each touch stoking a real fire you'd long tried to put out. Carlisle had always been paternal to you: a wise friend with endless knowledge when you came to him crying about boys.
One evening, after a tense day where Irina had caught you alone far too many times, Carlisle found you in the bathroom, splashing water on your face.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice low.
You turned, vulnerable. “This...relationship. It’s too much, Carlisle. It's confusing me.”
"Confusing you?" His eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Carlise," you towel dried your face quickly and turned to look at him.
He went very still in the doorway, the way only centuries-old vampires can, like a statue carved from moonlight. His golden eyes searched your face, careful, almost afraid of what he might find there.
You took one shaky step toward him. “Every time you touch me in front of them, it stops feeling like acting. And I hate it, because I know you’re only doing it to keep me alive, but I—” You continue, “I can’t keep telling myself it’s fake when my body doesn't know the difference. It's not good for our friendship.”
"What do you mean, 'not good for our friendship', sweetheart?"
"I think...I think the feelings that I long ago decided to push down have started to resurface. I think I'm falling in love with you, and I don't feel like I have a choice in it." You stared at him, blushing and eyes misty with shame.
Silence stretched between you, thick and electric. Then Carlisle moved.
In less than a blink he was in front of you, close enough that the coolness radiating from his skin kissed your flushed cheeks. He lifted one trembling hand (yours or his, you weren’t sure) and brushed a damp strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
“Y/N,” he whispered, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it. “Do you truly believe I could touch you the way I have these past days and feel nothing?”
Your breath hitched.
“I have spent three hundred and eighty-two years mastering control,” he continued, the words low, reverent. “And every time I hold your hand, every time I call you mine in front of them, I am failing spectacularly. Because it isn’t pretend for me either. It never was," he admitted.
He cupped your face gently, thumbs stroking along your cheekbones like you were something infinitely precious.
“I put that ring on your finger to protect you,” he said, eyes dropping to your trembling lips and then back up. “But the moment it slid into place, I wanted it to be real.”
The confession hung in the air, raw and impossible and perfect.
"Maybe we start with something smaller than marriage, first?" you smiled. You surged forward, closing the last inch between you, pressing your lips to his.
He froze for the space of a heartbeat (shocked, maybe, that you’d dared), and then he kissed you back like a man who’d been starving for centuries. One hand slid into your hair, the other arm banding around your waist, lifting you effortlessly until you were perched on the counter, his cool body fitting perfectly between your knees. The kiss was slow at first, achingly gentle, then deeper, hungrier, like he was finally allowing himself to take what he’d denied himself for so long.
When you finally broke apart, foreheads still touching, both of you breathing hard (well, you breathing hard), he let out a soft, wondering laugh.
“I was trying to be noble,” he murmured against your forehead. “Trying to give you a normal human life. Someone warm. Someone who could give you children, sunlight, a heartbeat that matches yours.”
You shook your head, fingers curling into the lapels of his shirt. “I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone else. I want you. Exactly as you are. Cold hands and all," you smile.
His eyes searched yours, ancient and young all at once. “And the change? Eternity is—”
“Terrifying,” you finished for him. “And maybe a conversation for another time.”
Carlisle closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours again. When he opened them, the decision was made: you could see it shining there, steady and sure.
From somewhere downstairs came the faint sound of Tanya calling his name (hunting party returning), but neither of you moved. He pressed one last lingering kiss to your ring finger, right over the antique band that suddenly felt impossibly warm.
For the first time since the Denalis arrived, you believed it.
Summary: (takes place during Eclips) in the most Alice Cullen way possible, the Cullen home was turned into a pad for the biggest graduation party Forks has ever seen. Y/n Black - now y/n Cullen and Carlisle are newlyweds fresh from their honeymoon. Y/n is a touched starved girl with a man that's constantly touching. Y/n is also a girl who hates crowds, but she also has a man that has no problem taking her mind off things
Warnings: SMUT! unprotected sex(they're married, so it's cool), supernatural qualities make quick appearances (might not exactly fit the ones from the stories), rough sex, riding, multiple orgasms, oral(F receiving), slight fingering, breast worship, not edited, my first twilight smut I think.
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In Alice Cullen fashion, she threw a big graduation party at their home. The whole graduation class and then some showed up. The large house the Cullens called home suddenly felt crowded and was filled with buzzed graduates and God awful music. Y/n Black - excuse me, Y/n Cullen did have to give credit where it was deserved. Alice could throw a party and everything did look beautiful, even if she was overly punctual and practically played drill Sergeant while trying to get Emmett and Jasper to help with decorating hours prior.
Y/n couldn't use any excuses, the whole night was getting old. Loud music can do a number on someone with heightened sense. Alice had gotten onto Carlisle's beautiful new wife for this evening's fashion choices. Of course y/n's childish side wanted to counteract with getting onto Alice for her music choices, but decided to just grin and bear it. Actually she just stayed up on the second floor of the house, leaning against the stair railing and watched the first floor of the house flood with people. Y/n wished she and Carlisle were back at their little beach house outside of Rio and extended the honeymoon.
It didn't take Carlisle long to find her, not just because her intoxicating scent flooded his senses the closer he got, but because he knew her all too well. It wasn't a surprise to see her away from the crowd. Carlise approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist gently. “There you are, Darling” he whispers in her ear, his voice smooth like satin and never failed to make all her senses weak. The only cacophony that could calm her and distract her from what was going on downstairs.
“My love” Y/n smirked, turning in his arms and grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket as his eyes flashed with amusement. She didn't hesitate to pull him closer so they're chests nearly touched. Since the honeymoon - hell, even before, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Plus(in her mind) it seemed so much more exciting or pure now since they got married. Every touch, whisper, and kiss reserved just for each other.
Carlisle's golden eyes locked with hers - desire clouded them. He loved that marriage seems to have made her even bolder. His hands slid down to her backside possessively, his could touch sending a shiver down her spine. Y/n cupped his jaw as Carlisle leaned down, hovering his lips against hers. Although his teasing usually excited and both annoyed her sexually, she wasn't having it tonight. She pressed her lips against his roughly. Her other hand slipped into the opening where the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, resting her hand against the ice cold skin where his collarbone and neck met. The newlyweds weren't much into major pda, but no one was paying attention to them that night - merely two shadows in the background of the dim room.
Carlisle's hand tangles in her hair as the kiss becomes more passionate as he gently pressed her against the wall that hid them from the party down below. She moaned softly against his lips, a sound only caught because of his heightened hearing. He knew what she wanted and didn't have to be told twice. Carlisle pulls back just enough to whisper against her lips, his cool breath tickling them. “Should I take you to our room?”
“I think you should, Dr. Cullen” y/n whispered seductively.
A small grin tugs at his lips at her use of his title, knowing it's meant to tease him. “Well, Mrs. Cullen,” His hands slid upward, gripping her hips as she stared up at him, biting the corner of her lip. His golden eyes bore into hers intensely, his voice low and husky as they snuck away to their room. “I think I'd be a very irresponsible husband if I didn't take my wife upstairs for a bit”
“It would be, it's been too long since you've touched me” y/n smirked, pulling him into their bedroom by the scarf he had draped over his neck. He always had a thing for them for some reason, but y/n definitely wasn't complaining - definitely didn't complain when he had her tied up with one.
He chuckles softly as he kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, his arms still wrapped around her. “Too long? Didn't I make love to you this morning?” But even as he teases her, his hands start to roam possessively over her body as he walks them towards the bed.
“I need more” y/n said softly, standing up on her toes and at the same time pulling him down to her height by the collar of his white dress shirt and pressed her lips back against his passionately.
Carlisle groaned softly, kissing y/n back with equal fervor. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She let out a moan at the feeling, carding her fingers through his hair. He could feel her heated body pressing against his ice cold one, making him even more eager to get rid of the clothes that separated them.
Carlisle deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing her mouth as he walked y/n backward towards the bed. His hands moved from her waist to her back, unzipping her dress with practiced ease - he couldn't bring himself to rip it off, knowing it was her favorite. He broke the kiss only to watch the dress fall to the floor, pooling at her feet.
Y/n shivered as she pressed her lips back against his, kissing him in a rushed pace as she pushed his gray suit jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor with her dress. His breath caught in his throat as Her fingers worked quickly at the buttons of his white dress shirt, desperately needing to feel his hard, ice cold skin against hers. His vampire temperature never bothered her, his ice cold skin always felt amazing against her high temperature skin. He groaned at the feeling of her warm skin as it brushed over every inch of skin that was exposed. He couldn't take it anymore and reach for the last few buttons to speed up the process. He quickly shrugged off the material completely, his cold skin already becoming flushed at her touch. His hands moved to her thighs, lifting her easily onto the bed while he kissed along her jawline and neck.
Y/n pulled away, leaning back in the bed. Her fingers trailing down his hard, pale chest sensually. It was like he was sculpted to perfection. “God, you're handsome” she whispered as her hands went lower to his hips and to his belt.
Carlisle smiled softly at her words, his golden eyes locked onto hers. He loved when she praised him, even if he didn't think much of it. He watched as her hands moved to his buckle, his own hands gripping onto her thighs to spread her legs wider. “And you're absolutely gorgeous” he whispered.
Y/n blushed, almost losing focus on his belt, his voice, his words, everything had this huge affect on her and Carlisle knew it. She got the buckle loose and he sucked in a sharp breath as she yanked through the loops of his dress pants. He loved when she was eager like this. He unbuttoned his dress pants, pushing them down along with his black boxers. Y/n's eyes unapologetically roamed his now fully naked body. Carlisle smirked, watching her bite her lip as she spread her perfect body out on the bed.
Y/n didn't waste any time discarding her lace panties. She stared into his gold eyes as she quickly discarded the expensive material and threw them his way. Carlisle caught it with quick reflex as y/n layed back down. He smirked before dropping them to the floor. He crawled onto the bed slowly, his eyes trailing over every inch of her exposed skin. He wanted to worship every inch of her. “Damn” he breathed out, positioning himself between her thighs.
He growled softly, his golden eyes flickering with hunger as his head dipped south. His cold lips trailing along her inner thigh before he buried his face between her thighs, his cold tongue parting her warm folds. “Delicious”
Y/n’s head fell back as she let out a whiny moan. She gripped his blond hair, arching her hips up against his mouth. Carlisle wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them spread wide as he licked and sucked at her sensitive clit. His cold mouth contrasting with her warm pussy felt incredible. He pushed his tongue inside of her, fucking her slowly with it as he watched hee face contort with pleasure.
Y/n gasped, looking down. Her (e/c) eyes met his gold ones. “oh, God. Carlisle!” she gasped, her head tilting back.
His golden eyes were filled with desire and love. He added a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out slowly as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. He loved watching her like this, so lost in pleasure and calling out his name.
“Car” Y/n mumbled, her hips arched as he grabbed one of her thighs, throwing it over his shoulder. Carlise growled against her, loving the way she was losing control. He added a finger, curling them inside of her as he sucked hard on her clit. She whined and moaned in pleasure as she tugged and messed up his perfect hair. His free hand moved up to squeeze one of her lace covered breasts, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple. “Come for me, Darling”
Y/n grasped his hand, pulling it off her boob and lacing her fingers with his. Her head fell back in pleasure as the tight knot in her stomach snapped. Her free hand tugged at his hair and her hips rutted up as she rode out her release.
Carlisle groaned, his fingers and tongue working her through her orgasm. He loved the way she squeezed around his fingers and the way she pulled his hair. He slowly removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to clean them off. “Mmm, so sweet” he purred.
He crawled up her body slowly, kissing and licking along her stomach and sides. He pushed the lace of her bralette off to the side to reveal one of her perfect pink nipples. “You're so damn gorgeous” he murmured before sucking one of her hard peaks into his mouth, making her moaned softly. She cupped one side of his jaw with one hand and the other went to his hair as her chest arched at the welcoming assault.
Carlisle hummed against her breast, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around her nipple. He loved every one of her reactions, her body arching off the bed and her fingers tugging at his hair. He released one breast only to move to the other one, nipping softly at it. “y/n”
“C-Carlisle,” she moaned softly and breathlessly. “N-need you inside me”
He groans deeply, his cock throbbing against her thigh at her words. He quickly positioned himself at her entrance. He looks into her eyes, seeing the raw desire and need reflected back at him. “As my lady wishes” he says softly before slowly pushing inside her.
Y/n's head feel back as she moaned louder, digging hee nails into his back as he slowly and teasingly pressed into her, his thick, cold length filling her up completely. He bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against hers. He groaned softly, his head nuzzling into the crook of her neck. He kissed and nipped at her neck, his hips starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm. He pulled out slowly before slamming back into her, now setting a fast and hard pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with her moans and his groans.
“Carlisle” y/n groaned and moaned, tugging at his hair. She felt her skin getting hotter and her emotions slipping. Y/n stared into his gold eyes, her lips permanently parted and supplying sounds of pure pleasure as her (e/c) irises faded into black.
Carlisle watched her eyes darken with lust and pleasure. Her nails were sharp and digging into his back like little claws. Her skin was hot and flushed. He knew she was losing control, his woman getting wilder and needier.
Y/n gasped softly. Feeling bold she used her strength she got after phasing and flipped them, catching Carlisle off gard as she tested their power dynamic. She pushed him into the sheet and straddled him. Carlisle strong arms wrapping around her waist as he looked up at her with suduction in his golden eyes, his fangs slightly elongating as he panted. He loved when she got feisty and tested his strength.
Y/n held on to his shoulders and started rocking her hips. He groaned deeply, his long fingers gripping her hips tightly as she move. He lifted his hips up to meet her, thrusting into her hard and fast. “Carlisle!” she cried out, her head falling back in pleasure. He watched as her breasts bounced with each movement, his other hand reaching up to grope and squeeze one.
“damn, y/n” His mouth fell open watching her ride him. She was so beautiful like this, wild and needy. Her hair was all over the place, her back arched, breasts bouncing. He snapped his hips up sharply, hitting that deep spot inside of her that made her screech. Carlisle did it again, hitting that spot deliberately. Y/n's inner walls clenched around him tightly, her movements becoming erratic. He knew she was close. He suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around her and flipping her back over so he was on top again.
The impact they're bodies made had the bed creaking and y/n moaning as she gripped his biceps. His golden eyes darkened with lust watching y/n’s body writhe underneath him. He spread her legs wide again, pounding into her hard and fast. He watched her breasts bounce and her mouth fall open in moans and cries. He loved that he could manhandle her like this without hurting her. “Love”
“I'm gonna cum!” she cried out.
Carlisle growled, his fingers digging into her thighs spread wide. He hit that spot inside of her again and again, his pace punishing. He watched her mouth open in a silent scream as her release built up. Her black eyes rolled back slightly, her back arched off the bed sharply. He swallowed loudly.
Y/n finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became stary and blurred, her legs tightend around his hips and her nails bit into his biceps, carlisle watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while her head fell back against the pillows. Her orgasm washed over her, loud moans and pants were coming out from her mouth.
With a final deep thrust, carlisle released inside of her, groaning her name. He collapsed partially on top of her, his weight supported on his elbows. One hand gripped her hair tenderly as he stared down at her blissed-out expression. His thumb traced her bottom lip gently.
“Carlisle…” Y/n heaved softly, catching her breath.
He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her scent deeply. “Look at me” He murmured softly, his thumb still tracing her bottom lip. He wanted to see her eyes roll back again, see that blissed-out expression on her beautiful face.
Y/n looked up, his golden eyes searched her black ones intently. He saw the satiated expression, the way her eyes were slightly dilated and glazed over. He smiled softly, his thumb pressing her bottom lip open slightly. “More” y/n whispered as Carlisle leaned down, pressing soft kisses on her jaw and throat.
“more” Carlisle agreed, his eyes darkened dangerously. He pulled out slowly only to slam back into her hard. He spread her legs wider, his pace quick and brutal. He watched her breasts bounce again, her back arching sharply. He growled softly.
“Carlisle!” y/n cried out, raking her nails down his back.
His golden eyes rolled back slightly. He snapped his hips harshly, one hand sliding down to grope her breast roughly. He watched her mouth fall open again, her head throw back. He spread her legs wider apart and pounded into her like an animal.
“Oh, God. Don't stop!” y/n cried out, arching her hips up “Carlisle!”
He growled deeply, his hips moving faster and harder. Y/n’s cries spurred him on more than anything else could. He gripped her thighs tightly, his golden eyes were locked onto her bouncing breasts and her flushed face.
Y/n moaned and whined. She grabed both sides of his jaw in her hands, tilting his head up. She gasped and moaned as she held his face in her hands and kepted eyes contact with his gold ones. Fuck, she loved his eyes and the way his usually perfect blond hair was all over the place - lose and draped over his forehead. Y/n iris and pupils had gone full black in pleasure as she Ignored any disire that was linked to her need to phase.
Carlisle maintained eye contact with her. The sight of her black eyes and flushed cheeks drove him wild. He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against hers as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as she gave him deeper access.
“I... I need to cum again” y/n moaned desperately.
He growled softly, his golden eyes locked onto her black ones. He could feel her getting close again, her inner walls tightening around him like a vice. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and hooked her legs over his elbow, opening her up wider to him.
“Carlisle!” she cried out and He slammed into her so deep that she felt him in her stomach. He held that position, grinding his hips against hers as he reached down with his free hand to rub her clit aggressively. His golden eyes watched her black ones roll back as he finally pushed her over the edge.
Y/n’s mouth fell open in a small, almost animal like purr sound came from her throat as she came hard around him. He growled deeply at the sounds she made, his fangs fully elongating as he watched her intense orgasm take over. Y/n’s black eyes rolled completely back, her mouth open in a perfect O. He felt her inner muscles clench around him so tightly that he lost control and came with you.
Carlisle collapsed on top of her, his large body pinning her to the bed as he tried to control himself. His golden eyes searched her face, taking in her black eyes that were slowly rolling back to their normal color. He nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled her scent deeply.
“Damn” y/n said softly, catching her breath and carding her fingers through his hair lazily as her eyes slowly faded back to their normal (e/c) shade.
“Mhmm,” He hummed softly, lifting his head to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair spread messily over the pillows. He saw her full lips slightly parted. “Darling?” He called softly, pulling out slowly.
“I love you” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gently stroked her cheek.
“I love you more” she smiled back, nuzzling her nose against his.
summary: It was supposed to be a calm weekend between stepfather and stepdaughter, but it turned out differently when night fell.
warnings: p n v, dirty mind Carlisle, and suggestive language/content.
w.c: 1,815
a/n: alr, this idea came very quickly to my mind and I had to write it before it goes, so there you have it. Hope u like it if u are a huge fan of them, ty for supporting me and them, enjoy!!!
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peace and love, penny ★
It was a spring morning, winter had already ended, but cold fronts were still coming through, your mother and stepfather had organized a trip to the mountains. They considered setting up a tent and staying there for the night. The idea seemed strange to you; your mom didn't like those kinds of activities, and you sensed it as soon as she arrived in the kitchen.
She took a cup from the shelf and poured coffee into it. "Everything okay?" you said, chewing your breakfast, she sighed and shook her head as she approached you, "Carlisle wants to spend the weekend in the mountains, I think it's a stupid idea, I hate camping," she whispered through clenched teeth before taking another sip from her cup. "Well, just tell him, don't pretend you like it," you opined, and your mother scoffed, "I don't want to do it, I'm afraid he'll get mad at me... You know what," she said while biting her lip thoughtfully, "You go with him." Upon saying those words, the food you were chewing stopped.
"What?" you looked at her incredulously "Yes, go camping with him, I'll tell him I have an important work dinner, he'll understand" she said while smiling "Mom" you called her and she shook her head "It's settled, I'll tell him" you cursed under your breath as she left the kitchen. Now you were completely doomed. You wanted to leave behind what was happening between you and Carlisle, but there was always something that brought you back together, and that something was your mother. You hated that it was always her who made it possible for you to be alone with Carlisle; for Maggie, it was just a stepfather and his stepdaughter having time together, but for you... It was a tempting curse.
Maggie informed Carlisle that she wouldn't be present, and he didn't seem bothered at all. Instead, he remained calm. "Alright, no problem, darling," he said while picking up his carry-on bag and kissing his wife's forehead. "Take care," she said before stepping into the closet.
When he came down, you were already ready, sitting on the backrest of the living room chair, looking at the messages on your phone. "Ready?" Upon hearing Carlisle's voice, you looked up, meeting his gaze and nodding while picking up your bags. Both got into the car, and Carlisle started driving down the road. After half an hour of silence, he spoke, "Are you angry or something?" he said while looking at you. You shook your head without looking at him. "Not at all," you disguised the words you wanted to say; in reality, you held them back.
You kept thinking about how cruel Carlisle was to tease you the day you visited him in his office; he promised he would make it up to you, but he didn't. From that moment on, you remained neutral, no longer wanting to continue whatever it was you had, but the attraction was still present whenever you found yourselves in the same space.
Before reaching the destination, Carlisle stopped at a gas station, parking next to the store. "Wanna go?" you nodded while unbuckling your seatbelt. You took some snacks for Carlisle and for yourself. He paid for the food, you took the items from the counter, and carried them to the car. "We're almost there. What would you like for dinner?" He tried to maintain a stable conversation that you could keep up, but you weren't entirely convinced if it was the right thing to do, yet you didn't want to be disrespectful.
"What do you have in mind?" You showed a smile, and he seemed to agree, since he also smiled back. "I brought stuff to make roasted pork and ribs, something different from your mother's cooking, don't you think?" he said while raising an eyebrow, hoping you would agree. You laughed and nodded, "Yeah."
Both of you arrived at the place, and it was completely in the middle of the forest. There was no one around, you looked at your surroundings and worried, a bear could come to eat them, and no one would know. "Everything alright?" Carlisle said, noticing your expression. "Umm, yeah," you nodded. You tried to clear your mind a bit by setting up the tent, but you were getting a bit confused with the instructions. You asked Carlisle for help, and in less than fifteen minutes, the tent was ready. You put the blankets on the floor of the tent and arranged what was necessary while Carlisle finished cooking the food.
Before it got dark, you had dinner quietly, with Carlisle's music playing on a small speaker. "Did you like the food?" he asked, noticing how you were discreetly licking your fingers, but not discreet enough for him to not notice your actions. "Very tasty," you smiled, wiping the residue with a napkin. "I could tell by how you were..." he put his fingers to his lips, recalling how you licked your fingers. "Oh, sorry," you apologized, embarrassed, blushing. "It's fine," he said calmly as he got up from the chair.
He stepped back a bit to do his "business," but in reality, he was adjusting the small bulge that had formed under his pants. A simple action of yours without any profit had made him tense, hard as a rock, damn, he couldn't even hide it, it was growing more and more. He was thinking about how it would be if you did that with his cock, licking every bulging vein, the tip, and... He groaned after each inappropriate thought; he couldn't hold it back for long, but he also couldn't start stimulating his pain now.
After a while, he returned, and you noticed beads of sweat running down Carlisle's temple. "Are you feeling okay?" you asked, worried about his unusual state; it wasn't even hot enough to be sweating now. He nodded, "I need to lay down for a bit, will you stay here a little longer?" he asked, fixing his messy hair. You nodded after his question, and he crawled into the tent. You started to doubt if Carlisle was telling you the truth, and you found it strange. You threw water on the campfire he made and took the hanging lamp, walking towards the tent.
You slid the zipper of the door and entered, making the least noise upon noticing that Carlisle was already asleep, you closed the zipper and dimmed the lamp's light. You looked to see your carry-on bag and it was on the other side of the bed, you cursed under your breath and moved stealthily. You crossed Carlisle's legs and quickly grabbed the suitcase. You looked at him to check that he was still asleep, then changed your clothes, turned off the light, and walked towards the bed. Before passing Carlisle's body, you inspected him and noticed his cock was bigger than you remembered. 'Was he hard?' you wondered, but dismissed it, crossing him and lying down beside him.
Unable to sleep, you turned over, and your view was covered by Carlisle's broad back. You stared at every inch without blinking, and little by little, sleep was fading away. Unexpectedly, he turned over, and now you had his chest, torso, and face in front of you. You held your breath so he wouldn't wake up and retreated under the blanket, but he had already noticed. He half-opened his eyes to check that you were awake and said, "Can't sleep?" he asked sleepily. You were surprised and swallowed hard. "Mmh," you whispered. "Come here," he said.
You approached him slowly, maintaining a distance of just a few centimeters, but his arms drew you into his body, enveloping you with his large arms. You moved, adjusting to the position, and without noticing, your knee brushed against his cock, and he grunted, "Careful," he murmured in a deep voice. Your nerves tingled, and your pussy buzzed. You gasped, bumping your knee against his cock again, creating friction. He grunted, furrowing his brow, "Shit," his cock hurt, of course, he didn't want that friction, he wanted your hand around his cock.
He moved his left arm and removed your knee, taking your leg and crossing it over his waist, then pushing your lower back forward, making your covered pussy contrast with his large bulge. You moaned and bit your lip, agitated, slowly moving your hips back and forth, creating a throbbing sensation between your center and the tip of his cock colliding with your needy pussy.
In a swift movement, he pulled off your pajama pants and your panties, exposing your wet pussy. He lay back on the floor and placed you over his still-covered cock, you moaned and he lifted his hips, making you notice that he was rock hard, so much so that he could penetrate you with his clothes on. Without much effort, you lifted yourself a bit and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, freeing the glans. He grunted compressing his head against the pillow, you lifted your hips and guided the tip of his cock towards your entrance, ready to envelop it.
You lowered your hips little by little while moaning softly, completely surrounding his cock and lazily reclining on his chest, moving your hips, stimulating the friction inside you and his cock. Carlisle bent his legs, lifting his hips, held you with his hands, and pushed deeper inside you, pulling out constantly. The sensation was exploding in your head, the pleasure coursed through your entire body, and your clit became more sensitive.
"You like it, baby?" whispers through clenched teeth. You nod and kiss his lips. "Mmh," you moan as you lean against his chest. "Keep going," you said with labored breathing. His cock was sliding in and out of you, creating a delicious sensation in your inner walls. The movements were lazy and slow, their bodies took their time to enjoy slow sex, both sweaty and agitated, your folds sucking his thick cock, sending waves of pleasure to Carlisle. He gasped, grabbing your hips and quickening his movements. "I'm close," he whispered. You pressed your mouth to his and said, "Me too, cum inside, please" you whispered, and he gasped.
You lifted your chest off his and placed your hands on his chest, stimulating both of you, making it possible for both of you to come pleasurably. "Fuck" he whispered while moving his pelvis quickly, your pussy making wet sounds with Carlisle's cock constantly entering and exiting. "'m gonna cum, fuck," you cursed as you felt your internal walls tighten around his glans.
You gladly received Carlisle's cum, allowing him to fill you completely, sucking up every drop he expelled inside you. You gasped, agitated, overstimulating your pussy once more before pulling it out. "let me clean you up, don't move," he said, getting up. He cleaned your thighs, and then you snuggled into his arms, falling asleep.
