Beware of the Wolf [A Larry Stylinson 4-Shot]

Part I

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @betterapart for giving me the most unintentional idea to write this, she basically mentioned "Little Red Riding Hood" crossovers and I instantly linked that to "The Three Little Pigs" and this was created~

Once this part get's enough attention I'll write the smut scene that's meant to follow, but if people don't seem to be interested in it then I'll simply leave it as it is. So spread it around, vote, follow, and comment if you want some rough!Harry that get's a little piglet more than just dirty. ;)

Also, I'm trying to figure out still if I want to give Harry wolf ears or not, and if I should give Louis any pig features or keep him as he is. Dilemma, dilemma.

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“Whatever you do, do it the best that you can because that's the way to get along in the world.”

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“Let me in, let me in.”

Louis scoffed, placing the pig bookmark in the crease of the latest novel perched on his lap. “I wouldn't dare,” he called out to the figure standing outside his house knocking on it's entrance. Raising a leg and crossing it over the other, he snuggled back into the cushion rocking chair idling running his fingers over the bulging letters on the novel cover.

“Scared of the big bad wolf?” Mocked the voice, a smirk evident.

“More like, pity the small mutt,” Louis snickered into a hand, lowering it as a growl met his ears in response.

“Hey, Lou.”

Curiously quirking his brow, the blue eyed man tugged his legs up to cross each other in a more comfortable position. “What?”

Tone biting and vicious, a fist slammed onto the surface causing Louis to jump in his chair. “Once I get my paws on you-”

“Oh, please do tell how you'll scare me out of house and home,” Louis exasperated, rolling his eyes. A low growl emitted from the other side of the door, nails clawing at the new ruby red paint applied earlier that week. “Stop that!” He snapped, smacking the top of his book.

A loud laugh blurted out lowering to sudden silence from outside, and with a creeping smile growing, Harry slurred, “Why don't you come out here and stop me?” Licking apart dry lips, he teasingly raked over the peeling paint, frowning as it collected under his nails.

Sheltered in the comfort of his home, Louis balancing an elbow on his knee and resting his chin in a palm, fingers rubbing at the stubble there. “Not even by the hairs of my chin,” he mumbled, sighing deeply after laying his book on the ground.

“Needing a bit of a shave?” The voice tittered, focusing on picking out the chips of dry paint still clumped under each finger nail.

Louis clenched his jaw, pulling the blanket hanging off the back of the chair around him and settled into the position he took when they did their usual back and forth banter. “Please, just fuck off, Harry.”

“Let me in.”

Sucking on his teeth and pursing his lips to the side, Louis yawned widely. “Or what?”

“I'll break in.”

Louis snorted. “Good luck with that,” he chuckled, admiring the brick structure and bared windows of his house. Tapestries, canvases, and a thick layer of paint layered the walls in an assortment of colours and faces. The structure was sizable. A one story, two bedroom, two bath, a wide open kitchen and fairly new appliances, low rent and the living room he sat in; there was just enough space for him, and that's exactly what he wanted when he had purchased this place only four weeks ago.

“I'm going to have my way,” Harry hissed, bristling with obvious irritation.

Louis smiled at the probable scrunched face the boy was making, taking a tentative sip of the tea placed on the table next to his chair, the large kettle of water still boiling over the roaring fireplace. “Let me guess, you're planning on eating me with a bottle of chardonnay?” He held the coffee cup, barely able to wrap his fingers flush around the heated drink to keep himself mildly warm.

“You're insolent,” sighed Harry, raking fingers through his hair and grasping a handful in frustration. Messing the wild torrent of curls around his head further.

“So I've been told,” the older man shrugged, taking another sip of tea and melting in the warmth as it soothed its way down his throat.

“Let me in, let me-”

“Look, Harry.” Setting down the coffee cup and rubbing his temples, Louis stared intently at the door. “We've been playing this game everyday, I'm not letting you in. Ever. Cheapish?”

Huffing and puffing, gravely low, thundering words hot against the door, seeping through the cracks. “I'm going to push you to your knees and fuck your smart-ass replies right out of that luscious mouth of yours.”

“What?!” Louis' eyes bulged, widening them as he replayed the words over in his head.

“-Then bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight-”

“Whoa there, Harry! Just, what are you saying?” Louis yelped, unfolding his legs and adjusting his pants as the tightening in his gut increased. Gnawing on his bottom lip as he pushed the blanket off, his skin swiftly growing heated.

“I've been standing outside your house everyday for the last two weeks, I'm not going to eat you.”

Louis frowned down at his lap before shifting away his gaze when he noticed the bulge already formed. “You're not?”

“I'm not going bite.” Harry suddenly started chuckling, finishing off his sentence. “Hard.”

“That was lame.”

“So is not getting laid for a month,” Harry quipped back.

“Touchè.”

“So, Lou. Let me in, let me in,” he spoke with an unmistakable undertone.

Smugness laced in every syllable as Louis' dick twitched in response. Taking shuddering breaths, he stutters out, “And if-f I d-do?”

“I'll tear off your clothes and devour your body, driving into your ass inch by-”

Whipping open the door, Louis stood blatantly flushed in the cheeks, breathing heavily and gripping the door knob so harshly that his knuckles were white. “Come in.”

Leaning in towards his ear and nipping at the skin, tongue flicking against the shell, Harry chuckled darkly, “Oh, I will.”