Roger Taylor Imagines and One-shots - Request open

Wedding Night

Summary: You had just gotten married and it's your wedding night 😏
January 21st 1982
Your POV

Roger held onto your hand as he dragged you out of the reception hall and straight into the elevator going up to your floor.

You kept telling Roger to slow down as you were still wearing your high heels. But he was too excited to get in that room and spend our first night together as Mr and Mrs Taylor.

When you made it to your room he unlocked the door first before happily picking you up bridal style into your room.

You made it extremely clear to him at the start of your relationship that you were saving yourself till marriage. He wasn't completely for the agreement but he soon saw my point and gladly agreed. For all, I know he hasn't slept with any other women since 1975 when you met. But you did tell him if he ever did you wouldn't leave him because you couldn't expect him to wait too long.

When he put you down you took the moment to have a look at the room. The place was lit up with small candles emitting the scent of something that was fruity, almost like strawberries. In a corner was our luggage all packed and ready for your honeymoon to Ibiza. The bed was laid out with soft white coverings and gold pillowcases, on top of the bed was a heart made out of tiny little red wrapped chocolates. The view from the window gave an amazing view of London's city life and a sense of comfort somehow.

You still had your whole wedding outfit on from the big lace dress to the long veil. Lucky for you, you just kept your hair down and curled it, otherwise taking the pins out would have been a pain to remove.

"Roger, Love, can you help me take my veil off," you ask. He gladly walks over and helps remove it from your hair, which was kinda hard to remove and your hair tangled around it.

"You looked very beautiful tonight," he says wrapping his arms around your waist, staring at you through the mirror.

"I know, you told about a hundred times," you giggled which made Roger smile. He pressed a kiss on your neck before he could fling himself on the couch and putting the tv on.

In a swift movement, you managed to unzip your own dress which definitely caught Roger's attention. You stepped out off the dress now revealing your white lace, strapless corset bra and matching underwear which went together with your white lace top stockings. You had no issue with Roger seeing you like this but the problem was he had never seen you naked.

Roger was practically drooling at this point his eyes never left you as you packed away your dress and veil, which was sad because you really loved that dress.

As you did that you quickly pulled out a sheer white robe with fluffy ends that your friends bought you at your bridal party. You thought it was ridiculous but it looked comfy so you thought why the hell not.

"I'm going to bed now Good-" Roger grabbed your hand and pulled you down on the couch making you let out a squeal.

You fell right on top of him which made you laugh a bit. He held you comfortably in his arms, rubbing your back as you both watched the tv. There wasn't much sexual tension between the both of you, it was more the feeling of just wanting to cuddle close together and enjoy each other's company. Although there was a part off you that just wanted to do it.

He slowly ran your fingers through your hair which made your eyes slowly drift almost into sleep. But you didn't want that so you quickly smashed your lips onto his trying to get the both of you in the mood.

"Jesus slow down my love!" Roger said with a laugh, breaking our kiss "don't worry I'm not letting you go to bed tonight" he winked and pecked your lips.

"Good! Because I want to have the best wedding night! And that way we can tell our children and grandchildren about it!" Roger gave you a questioning look "ok maybe not tell our children?"

"No that wouldn't be such a good idea now would it?" You shook your head "we don't want to scar them for life now do we?"

"What's that suppose to mean!?" You exclaimed with your mouth agape.

"Want me to show you?"

"Show me," You whispered bringing your face down to meet his, letting your lips touch once again.

You wrapped pulled his tie, loosening it so you could slip it off his neck. When you slipped it off his neck he held you at your hips and turned you so that you were lying on your back.

As you started to unbutton his shirt and things were started to get heated there was a small knock on the door "who the fu- coming!" Roger yelled "don't move," he warned as he stood up and quickly ran to the door. You sat up and watched him as he quickly fixed up his hair before opening the door. Of course who else would it be, it was the Freddie "what do you want?" Roger asked aggressively

"Make a little room for me Darling i'm coming in to celebrate!" Freddie exclaimed trying to push past Roger but there was no hope.

"Y/n's a bit um- she's-"

"I'm naked Rog. I'm practically naked," you finished his sentence with a little laugh at how embarrassed he was getting.

"Yeah that, now get out," he said harshly making Freddie act all offended.

"I'm just joking dear! Geez can't you take a joke- well I just wanted to let you know some of your guests, in other words, Brian, John and I have magically gotten rooms on the same floor as you so don't act like rabbits the whole night will you- alright I'm leaving now bye-bye!" He dramatically left and Roger shut the door making his way back to you. He was mumbling something under his breath but you couldn't make out what he said.

When he came back, by surprise he picked you bridal style as he picked you up when he brought you into the hotel and carried you towards the bed. He struggles with one hand and pushes all the chocolate hearts off the bed before placing you on it.

This was it. You were about to reveal yourself to Roger for the first time in your 7 year relationship. As he kissed your neck probably leaving his marks to let everyone know you were his and only his, you could feel your heart racing and thoughts were running through your head. What if I'm not what he expects? Will I make him happy? What if he doesn't make me happy?

"Roger, look at me for a moment," you said as you placed a hand on his cheek softly "remember this is my first time, I haven't done this before. I don't know what to do, how it's going to feel like... if I'm going to make you happy"

"And like I promised you, I'm going to be the most gentle with you because I want you to feel good. It's the first time don't put much pressure on yourself, just go with the flow"

"I trust you," You said softly as he connected his soft lips against yours, moving them ever so slowly. As you were in the kiss he reaches over to the bedside and turns off the single lamp which was lighting up the room minus the candles "the candles are making this much more romantic," you said wrapping your arms around his neck.

"We can make it a whole more romantic in here Mrs Taylor".