short stories & fantasies surrounding a man usually found at the end of our wet dreams, mr. harry styles.
18+. Major sexual content and coarse language.
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4.5k words.
nameless mc, bodyguard/royal highness.
CW: oral sex, dom/sub, control kink, & strong language
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The grasp on her arm was tight as he pulled her back away in the small room off to the side; she tried to get out of it before she huffed in his face. He let go for a moment, looking at her before the scowl on his face mirrored hers.
The room full of curtains, all the way up to the ceiling as they coated in the majestical way that the royal setting of the palace provided. The bright colors and the warmth of the light in the room seemed to be opposite to the behavior of which they stood.
As the door shut behind them; they were now alone, awaiting the orders of her officiates before the engagement that they were to be involved. Her royal highness was to be on the grounds today with her father, his royal majesty, to offer a showing of their efforts towards their charity gala that they would showcase that evening.
But her prior, childish behavior had sent her security into a tailwind of nervousness. In the nervousness, sat a deeper feeling that he couldn't seem to overcome as he stared at the way that the black dress hugged the curves of her shape—the inline of her waist were held tightly with the expensive fabric, the sweet white ribbon held her hair back in a half-up ponytail as the rest wisped against the edges of her shoulders.
Harry couldn't stand the way she flaunted around in such a manner; he couldn't stand the way his hands ached to touch her, even if for a rough moment of punishment.
But maybe that was the issue.
"What was that for?" Harry snarled at her, "You think it's funny to put yourself into those kinds of situations?"
