A/n: Soooo sorry for the abandonment on Wattpad I've been so focused on tumblr I didn't even really pay attention to Wattpad but I'm back promise! Also it's been awhile since I've watched the show and read the book so there's gonna be a little inaccuracy and a small Elvis cameo because yes. There's gonna be some smutty and fluffy parts so enjoy!
P.S. I'm gonna be rewatching the show soon so don't worry
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Y/n: After the album came out and we were preparing to rehearse and practice for tour, Daisy was no where to be found. I had tried calling her again and again and no answer. I asked Simone Jackson who I knew was a close friend of hers if she knew what happened to Daisy. She had no idea either.
Simone Jackson (Singer, club owner): I've known Daisy for a long time, and I know she's a handful. Spontaneous. Wild. Out of all the places she could've gone I never would've thought she would've got married to a prince in Greece.
Eddie: We still practiced but one of our lead singers was gone. We were screwed.
Y/n: I really hated postponing the tour, I hate disappointing fans but what else were we supposed to do? Sure, Billy could sing all of them but that's not really who they all wanted to see. Daisy was the main attraction no doubt her name is everywhere on the band. So we all just kind of lived our lives.
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"Baby guess what?" Warren chimed as he walked excitedly into the kitchen while you were washing the dishes from breakfast. You smiled, "What is it babe?"
The drummer excitedly held up two tickets and your eyes widened at the name that was printed on them.
"No fucking way. You got us Elvis tickets?" You beamed.
"Oh yeah baby, pack your bags cause we're going to Vegas!" You wrapped your arms around him and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his torso as you kissed him passionately, "This is the best thing ever! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
So, the two of you packed your bags for two days and headed off on a road trip to Las Vegas.
You had your feet up on the dashboard as My Sweet Lord by George Harrison played on the radio. "What if he kisses me? You know like how he kisses his fans as part of the show?" You asked.
Warren laughed, "I would count on it, babe. You're super sexy I would kiss you if I was Elvis."
You took your feet off the dashboard and furrowed your brows facing him, "Wait. You wouldn't be mad if he kissed me?"
"Oh I wouldn't be happy about it but at the same time you get bragging rights for saying Elvis Presley kissed you so I wouldn't be too mad about that." You laughed at his reasoning and leaned over to kiss him.
Finally, after about six or eight hours you pulled up to the International Hotel's front doors and got out of the car. "You didn't tell me we were staying at the same hotel as him too!?" You hissed excitedly.
"I'm just full of surprises baby. C'mere." He beckoned you over and you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him lovingly. The curly haired boy gave you the same look and wrapped his arms around you as well. He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and the two of you stood there for what seemed like forever before the bell hopper walked up and asked to escort your bags to your room.
After you got checked in you went to the hotel bar to grab a couple drinks. Some people recognized you but they kept quiet. Some fans walked up to you and you signed napkins and menus and such.
You sighed, "I love it here."
"So do I. Let me tell you scoring these tickets was the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life." Warren chuckled.
"Oh Warren, I don't want you to go through all of that just to make me happy cause I'm happy with anything as long as I'm with you." You could've swore you saw the man blush and you giggled softly.
"No, I just I think you deserve to be spoiled like this. Besides, I like Elvis too."
The show was on later that night so the two of you just ate and gambled a little bit before going up to your room and, well, you can guess what happened next.
Warren had you bent over the bathroom sink as he grinded his bulge against your ass. "Please do something." You moaned.
"Yeah? What do you want me to do?" He was smirking. Bastard.
"Please fuck me." You sighed helplessly.
Warren unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down before teasing his tip against your slick folds. You hissed at the feeling and moaned when he pushed all the way in, allowing you to adjust to his size before he gripped your hips and began to thrust into you.
You gripped the granite countertop for dear life as your boyfriend fucked you so hard your knees were going weak.
"Oh fuck Warren! So good!" You moaned.
"You're so tight, so fucking perfect for me." He moaned.
It didn't take long for you to clench around him and cum, your vision going white for a second and screams erupting from your throat. Oh the poor people who had the rooms next to you...
Warren finished not too long after, cumming onto your lower back. You sighed contently and allowed the drummer to clean you off with a warm damp washcloth.
"We should get ready for the show." You suddenly said as you stood up, knees barely being able to stabilize you, and pressed a kiss to the raven haired mans lips before going to your suitcase and finding the little black dress you packed.
An hour later the two of you were dressed and ready to go downstairs to see Elvis. You were in a little black dress, your hair in Farrah Fawcet curls, a pearl necklace, matching pearl earrings and black stilettos. Along with your fur coat. Warren just wore black dress pants and a black shirt with his round hippie sunglasses and a denim jacket with multiple rings and a necklace. The two of you love to dress up which makes you perfect for each other.
You walked hand and hand to the theater and sat down at the reserved VIP booth Warren got you two. He really thought of everything. Champagne was served as well as little appetizers.
The show was amazing, you were up and dancing and singing along to all of Elvis' songs. Warren was as well but he was more captivated by how happy you were it made this all the more worth it.
When Elvis came down into the crowd lo and behold he went right up to you. But he didn't kiss you, he gave you a hug instead and said, "Out of respect for your man." He then towards Warren while still looking at you and said, "Big fan of the band by the way." And you both nodded and smiled saying thank you, completely starstruck.
After he moved on to other girls, you turned to your boyfriend and squealed, "Elvis Presley hugged me! And he likes the band!"
The drummer smiled down at you and exclaimed, "I can't fucking believe it! Wait till the others hear this. Also, I told you he would notice you. You're the prettiest girl here." You blushed at his words and kissed him.
Life couldn't get any more perfect.
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Made for each other
Fanfiction(Warren Rojas x Reader) Y/n: Warren, where do I start with Warren? Warren: Y/n is my everything Karen: it was very clear Y/n and Warren were made for each other.
