Elvis One Shots/Imagines

Little Sister - Elvis (kinda NSFW)

A/N: y'all, bear with me, I love the trope of someone thinking that someone else is okay looking, then getting to know them and suddenly they're really hot. It's just something I like. There's some dirty dancing vibes later. Might do a part 2, we'll see.

Your older brother, Stuart, made a habit of befriending sleazy and often very unintelligent boys. When they came to stay at your home, they would usually make a few dull comments then proceed to break Mama's vase behind her back. When Mama told you that Stuart was bringing home a friend during spring break, you rolled your eyes and knew that all you were going to hear for the next week was loud noises as they crashed the football into the walls. But it was okay. You knew that this wouldn't last forever. You were 18, a senior in high school, Stuart was only a few years older than you and he got out just fine.

"Y/N! Get down here! Stuart's gonna pull up any minute," your mama yelled.

You went to turn off the record you were listening to and scrambled down to meet her before they got here. If you were late when your big brother came home, your mama would be very upset.

Mama was standing by the stairs, and practically jumped in the air when she saw the car pull in. She swung open the door and you followed her. You stood on the porch steps as she raced to the car to greet Stuart when he exited the car.

"Mama!" Stuart exclaimed, giving her a good, honest hug.

The passenger door opened and a man stepped out. He was wearing black trousers and a pale, cream lace shirt. His eyes were a vibrant blue outlined with some sort of kohl, and he had black hair that edged on the side of too long. You stared at him. You wouldn't say he was the most handsome man you've ever seen, but his blue eyes did make you forget to breathe. Even if it was just for a second.

"Oh hello!" Your mama said to this man, throwing her arms around him and hugging him like he was her son. "You must be Elvis."

"Yes ma'am," he replied in a deep, Southern accent.

"Well I'm Christine but you just call me Mama, sugar," she said with a wide smile on her face. "Y/N come here and greet your brother!"

You went down the steps and gave Stuart an awkward hug. "Hey."

"Hey," he just stared at you for a moment. "How's, uh, how's school?"

"Fine. College?" You asked with a wink, knowing full well that he rarely attended classes. He spent far more time flirting with women and singing in some obscure bands. That's probably how he met this other guy your mama called Elvis.

Stuart rolled his eyes, and directed you towards Elvis. "Elvis, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is Elvis Presley."

He stuck his hand out and you took it, giving a good shake. Elvis lifted her hand to kiss your knuckles sweetly, "pleasure to meet ya, Y/N. Stu's told me lots about you."

You turned around the smack Stuart in the chest. "You've been talking about me?"

"Ow!"

"All good things, Y/N, I assure you." Elvis laughed, holding his hands in surrender for Stuart's sake.

You chuckled to yourself, "well good. I don't trust a word that comes out of Stu's mouth."

Everyone gave a laugh to what you said, apart from Stuart who tried to defend himself, and as a group you began to take their things in.

"Y/N, you show Elvis where he'll be sleepin'," your mama said.

"Yes ma'am. Follow me," you said and walked past the staircase down the corridor. Your room and Stuart's rooms were upstairs, but the guest room was downstairs near the laundry. You led him in and stood by the door as he placed his suitcase on the bed.