You're a black sheep on the list of the women Harry Styles has dated in every possible sense. Being a successful businessman in his late thirties, he'd gone after the same kind of females most of his life, the ones that only cared for money and finding a man who can pay for the endless ways to keep them youthful. They were all tall, skinny, blessed with the look of models and they surely liked to live as celebrities. But they were all shallow and Harry wanted more than just an arm candy and a perfect body to warm his bed. He wanted a true partner, someone he can share his deepest thoughts with, someone he could build a future together that excites him and makes him happy.
And then he met you.
You are nothing like the women he had dealt with and that's what he loves the most about you. There's nothing shallow about you, money doesn't excite you in the way it did his exes, you have a wonderful, bright mind and he loves it when you share your thoughts with him, makes him want to open up more too. He could listen to you talk about scientific theories you read about, he is crazy about how focused you can get when the two of you are watching a documentary, something he could never do with the women he used to date.
He loves everything about you, every flaw, because they make you to be the woman you are, the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
There's only one thing that's been driving him crazy. Your voice, or more like the lack of it in bed.
Harry understands that everyone is different, he knows you're a shy and closed-off person, it took him a long time to get you to let loose around him. And he wasn't shocked when he found out you're not too vocal when it comes to bedroom activities. A few gasps, little sighs and his name falling from your lips, that's all he usually gets when you're having sex. It's not that he is not satisfied, you're great in bed. He just wishes he could hear you more.
He craves loud moans, whining, begging and screaming, he is desperate to hear you be loud when he pleases you, but he is yet to experience that.
If only he knew all it would take was some little help from a friend, he would have done it way earlier.
He is helping you move around some stuff at your place, because you got yourself a new dresser. Building it was a funny experience and it turns out you're way better at following instructions than him. When it's all finished you start putting everything back into its place and that's when Harry comes across a little friend of yours.
At first he doesn't notice what he has in his hand, it's wrapped in a towel and he almost moves on, placing it into the top drawer, but then it clicks. The familiar shape hidden under the fabric and the tingling feeling that runs down his spine makes him unwrap the object and the pink vibrator is revealed in front of him.
"Huh, why haven't you introduced me to your friend?" he asks, holding up the vibrator and when you look his way your eyes go wide with horror as you snatch it away from him, making his grin grow wider.
"Oh my God," you choke out, looking for a place to hide it in panic, though there's no use, he is standing a foot away from you, he'll know where you put it. "This... shouldn't have... fuck," you mumble, your cheeks heating up and your ears feel like they are on fire.
"Hey," he softly says, grabbing your hand that's holding the sex toy. "Nothing to be ashamed of," he chuckles. "I'm more surprised about the hot pink color than the fact that you have one. I assumed you'd choose a more subtle shade," he teases you and you can't help but roll your eyes at him.
"Can we just... not talk about it?" you ask a little out of breath, as if you just finished a run.
Usually Harry listens to your requests, he never wants to upset you intentionally, but now he is intrigued and he can't ignore the way his cock is starting to wake from its slumber at the thought of you pleasuring yourself with a vibrator.