Author's Disclaimer: I know there are not many fanfictions out there. I only found two fanfictions by PhoebiBarfi. This idea of writing the detailed wedding night of Filiz and Baris was inspired by the episode 7 of Outlander series. Since the makers did not show anything that happened on their wedding night, I am writing a very detailed M-rated one shot. This is my first attempt at writing something very explicit.
Filiz's point of view
I never thought I would get married to Baris; especially after all the pain he put me through. The logical Filiz that I was before he entered into my life would have chosen someone level-headed and practical like Salim who never kept any secrets from me. But the inevitable truth that I always refuted, denied and refused to acknowledge whenever he left me at times of crisis without informing me was that I loved him most ardently with a blazing passion that shattered me into smithereens every time he came near me. His mere physical presence was enough to dissolve me into a million pieces. So, here I was standing in a white wedding gown with my hair tied in an elegant bun before the very man who encompassed my entire universe.
He understood my hesitation and internal mental state just by looking into my eyes for five seconds. Without asking me any questions, he instantly fetched me a glass of water and put his arms around my shoulders. He said
"Don't worry, darling. You will meet them tomorrow if you want. I will take you. They are not very far from here."
"Sorry, I really don't want to spoil this night with my crying and whining. I know how long you waited to be my wedded husband, " I replied, putting the glass back on the table and advancing towards him.
Somehow, I kind of became fearless and grabbed his hand with a force that was commendable for a woman of my petite frame. I led him slowly towards the bedroom where we first made love when Baris brought me here and spent an entire day with me despite my constant protests to go back to Ismet to tend to his condition.
My hands reached for his bow. I started to unwind it but his large hands stopped mine.
"Filiz, I want to say something to you. I probably don't deserve you. Still, you made me the luckiest man by accepting me and forgiving me for all the mistakes I made. I was such a fool to leave you so many times. I know that you would have forgiven me if I had told you what I was, who I was in the beginning. But, it was this constant fear of losing you that kept me from telling you the truth. I love you more than I love myself and will continue loving you until my last breath."
"So allow me to make amends and make this night very special for you." With that, he put his large hands around my bun and he kept them there for a few lingering seconds and untied it. The long cascade of brown hair instantly came tumbling down.
He uncoiled the long white veil and guided me towards the big white bed. He put my head on the pillow and slowly slid to the base of the bed with a silly mischievous grin that had me asking
"What are you doing?"
"I am doing things my way. Don't overthink. Just enjoy the ride."
His mouth caressed my ankle in a way that made me release a loud audible gasp that I did not know I was holding. He slowly started to place languid kisses upon my ankle; travelling all the way, up the side of my calf, making me shudder, bite back my lip to keep from screaming and grab the white sheets tightly just to keep myself grounded down to reality as my soul and spirit metaphorically soared right into the outer space.
Then he suddenly rose and shot upright. His face hovered right above my face and I found myself touching every inch of his face with my mouth before he swooped straight down and crashed his lips against mine as my tiny little fingers grabbed fistfuls of his raven black curly hair and pulled him closer to me. He started nibbling down on my upper lip like he did when he first kissed me by the sea. Then, he softly bit down on my lower lip before he slowly glided his tongue along mine.
His tongue continued it's wonderful magic of exploring the seam of mine and along the creases of my lips.
Again he rose and went down near my right ankle. He went back to his previous position that made me cry out in pure sexual frustration which he was venting out on me with this agonizingly long foreplay and let's explore your body thing
"Baris, Please!. I can't take it anymore. If you keep doing this, I might scream my head off and wake up the whole neighborhood."
Baris smiled and replied
"I want to worship every inch of you because I want to show you how much you mean to me and no woman can take your place."
"I will keep kissing every inch of you all night just to show you how much I have wanted you since since I laid my eyes upon you."
He took his previous position and his lips slowly traced my ankle and trailed their way all over the leg right till the sensitive portions of my kneecap. I shuddered, gasped, kept squirming, writhing and thrashing against the cushions of the bed in sheer pleasure and kept crying out "Oh Baris!"
Goosebumps spread across every surface of my skin as my arousal continued to pool in my core. His eyes never lifted to make contact with mine, but I could feel his smile along my skin. It was as if I knew how he would feel despite not being able to see his face. It was as though he waited for this exact very moment ever since he saw me first working in the burger shop.
So, I let my head fall onto the pillow and completely submitted myself to him as his lips found their way up the center of my thigh. He made sure to cover every inch of my skin on his path towards my anticipating center. Between every few kisses, he would whisper "oh my beautiful Filiz, I love you more with each passing day. His warm tongue would continue to dart out to graze along my sensitive flesh.
My pulse was racing at a lightning speed and he had not even reached his desired location. His tongue was making soft circles against the creamy white skin of my thigh and his feather light kisses made me again cry out,
"How long will this continue?"
"Sweetheart, Relax. The night has just begun, " he whispered against the pale portion of my skin. He trailed his way over north over skin that felt stretched entirely too tight over my veins. Every inch was screaming out for more contact.
When he finally reached the apex of my thigh, spasms resulted in trembles rocketing straight up my spine. His fingertips grazed the section of skin just over my panty line as he slowly peeled the fabric away, leaving me bare and eager for his attention . But all I got was the brush of his breath against my folds.
I gripped the cushions of the bed and wondered if my body could withstand this sheer pleasure. My hips automatically bucked forward and every section of skin tingled in anticipation as my hands pulled on my hair before I shouted out again, "How long baris?"
His tongue silvered between my folds and played with my entrance before making its way towards my clit. It continued to caress my button of pleasure and started to suck. I screamed out, "Baris!" as if I was giving birth to a baby.
My legs quivered against his face as he worked his magic on the inside and outside of my erogenous zone. I felt something solid brush against my clit which I could only imagine were his teeth. He minimized the space between them and bit down ever so slightly, shooting a jolt of pleasure straight up my spine.
I shivered and moan escaped my lips at the new form of pleasure and my hands clenched onto the bed covers. His teeth started to grind delicately back and forth , causing friction against the casing of my sensitive bundle and when my thigh muscles tightened, I knew I was seconds from release.
My toes started to curl inwards and I cried out "BARIS!" at a very high pitch before he stood up and started taking off his coat. He slowly unwound his bow and I started helping him unbutton his shirt. His body lowered onto mine and he turned me over swiftly. He unzipped the wedding gown and the white fabric thudded down to the floor. He unstrapped my bra and looked at me for one long minute before latching his lips down onto my breasts. He started sucking, teasing, nibbling till I exclaimed in sheer euphoria, "OH BARIS OH BARIS"!
He traced his lips slowly along the column of my throat before unzipping his pant and boxer briefs. I kept crying out "OH BARIS OH BARIS" when he finally entered me all the way to the hilt, finally linking us in the way I had been yearning for.
This process of making love had resembled our tumultuous struggle of getting married, fighting every obstacle and hurdle along the way. I kept screaming "OH MY GOD I AM NOT GOING TO SURVIVE TILL MORNING as his lips continued their wonderful magic along the arch of my neck . They left spirals of heat along my skin while he slid between my inner walls. My entire body was teetering that blissful edge but he was moving just deliberately slowly enough to keep me from falling over.
As he reached previously unknown spots inside of me, I cried out into the air, probably waking up the entire neighborhood. I was aching to reach my climax and I arched my body against his when he finally picked up the pace. My left leg was thrown over his arm as he slammed right into me, hitting my special spot. My eyes rolled back into my head when his lips fixed themselves onto mine.
His tongue danced along with mine as we met together, thrust for thrust. Before I knew it, my vision started to blink in and out. Passion consumed and crashed through me as I was catapulted from the room and into space. As I reached my climax, my walls clamped down around him. We both fell apart grabbing onto each other in one big writhing mess that our tumultuous relationship was; resembling perfectly how messed up and crazy we were together. We were messy and complicated but we were real and when it was real, neither of us could walk away from each other.
So after, he whispered gently into my ear, " Welcome to our first wedding night, Filiz AKtan. Hope we will have many such nights together."
Again he hovered above my face and started kissing me roughly and latched his mouth onto my collarbone. He showered me with all the kisses in the world until the clock struck 4:00 am in the morning.