submissive harry styles

burn

The candle in Y/N's hand was slowly coming to an end, so she blew it out and set it down on the nightstand beside the bed. She was sat on Harry's thighs, admiring the red wax that she had let drip down onto his skin now dry and cracking a little. Harry's skin was flushed from the heat and Y/N just wanted to press her tongue against his hot skin to soothe it. There were two more red candles beside them that they were going to possibly use, along with a small blade beside the candles.

She picked up the small sharp object, watching it shine as the light from their lampshade hit it. She was slow with her movements, gently pressing the cool metal against Harry's stomach. Harry tensed up a little and shivered from how cold it was, a soft gasp slipping past his lips when she gently started running it along his skin, avoiding the dry wax splattered all over him. She softly pressed it against him, hard enough to make his heart beat a little faster, but not enough to split his skin open.

"You look so pretty." She murmured, gently using the knife to peel the wax off of Harry's stomach. Harry couldn't really relax his muscles anymore, his body rigid and tense from the feeling of the sharp blade against him. Though, he liked the risk of it. He liked how she could do anything at the moment, despite knowing that she wouldn't. He found pleasure in the thrill of it.

He let out a soft whimper as the sharp end of the knife slid against his abs as she used it to remove all the wax there and she shushed him, murmuring a quiet "Relax." Harry's heart was racing and his cheeks were so pink, nearly matching the dark red hue of the candles they were using. The way his breath would hitch and how his muscles moved was so mesmerizing, Y/N could do this for hours. He was panting a little now, chest rising and falling as Y/N removed the wax that laid there as well.

"When have I hurt you?" She asked him softly, moving the knife up slowly until the sharp edge was pressed against his neck and Harry moaned sinfully.

"Never." He breathed, suddenly feeling her breath against the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes, finally, after keeping them closed for so long, looking up at Y/N. The knife was still firmly pressed against his neck and there was no more remaining wax on his body, which was now a perfectly blank canvas for her to paint on once more.

"That's right." She smiled, "And do you trust me?"

"Entirely."

a/n: please be careful when trying this!! use candles that are safe to use on your body!! anyway, since all i've been putting out have been blurbs, a oneshot will be coming out soon!! keep your eyes peeled. thank u for reading chapter one hundred!!!