Harry Styles Blurbs (Reader Insert)

A Play on Words (Fluff/Dad!Harry)

He's tinkering away in the kitchen with the smoothie maker when you enter it. You pause for a moment,watching him with interest as he moves back and forth between the counter as he adds ingredients to the mixer. He's wearing his pajama, a pair of sweatpants snug low around his hips and to no surprise, he doesn't have a shirt on. His hair, still messy from last night is poking out every which way and you have an urge to run your fingers through it. His back is towards you, but you know he's got his eyes narrowed in concentration with his tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he adds just the right amount of coconut to the mixer.

You lean off the doorway and make your way over to him, swinging your arms around his shoulders and press kisses to the back of his neck as you press your body into his. He stiffens for a quick moment before relaxing in your grip, "Morning, pet." He mumbles, before turning his face to press a kiss to your temple.

You hum your greeting, squeezing him a bit tighter before you pull away and hop up onto the counter next to where he has the blender set up. You let your palms rest against the counter as you cross your ankles and lean forward, watching him with your brows raised. He's got a careful eye on the blender, done putting ingredients in it and now adding the top to it, ring clad fingering hovering over the start button before his eyes shoot up and he smirks at you,

"Yer wearin panties under tha', aren't yeh?"

You frown at that, glancing down at your thighs, the shirt of his you had slept in the night before falling there. "Of course I am! You twat!" You squawk, eyes shooting up as you lean forward and use a hand to smack his chest.

"Oi! S'just a question, kitten. We eat here, don' we?" He says with a mischievous smirk, and before you can retort he's hit the start button and smoothie maker is rumbling away.

You scowl at him over the machine, crossing your arms over your chest. You imagine you look much like a small child, but you don't mind. He's being a twat- as you has told him moment ago.

The smoothie maker rumbles to a stop and he's dipping a spoon into it, and a moment late he has a hand under it to make sure it doesn't drip, lifting it to your mouth.

"Open up, love. Have a taste fo' me." He urges, giving you a small smile.

"Harry, I hate kale." You protest, leaning away from the spoon and giving it a disgusted look.

"Kno' yeh do. Just one taste, tell me what it needs." He insists, moving the spoon closer.

You roll your eyes at him but open your mouth nonetheless, letting him put the spoon in your mouth. You smack your lips, as he watches you carefully.

"Needs more sugar, Harry. S'bitter." You gripe, squeezing your eyes closed as the taste dissolves in your mouth.

"Alright. Sugar." He humphs, setting the spoon down and turning towards the counter to grab the jar where you keep it.

You watch as he adds sugar to the mixer, licking your lips. You're nervous, and have been since you found out over a week ago. A week that you had spent on pinterest scouring for ways on how you should tell him. A week that if he knew about, he'd scoff at you for all the unnecessary stress you had caused the both of you. You wanted to reveal it to him in a cute way, a way that stood out rather than him stumbling in on you staring at yourself in the mirror with a hand on your stomach or god forbid, vomiting. It was all rather silly, because you knew he could care less how he found out. Just as long as he knew. It's just... you two hadn't been trying, and you knew by no means would Harry do anything to make either of you feel unwanted, but you were nervous.

And last night, when he had shifted onto his side in the middle of the night and thrown his arm around your stomach, pulling you closer you had lost all your resolve. You were nervous, yes, but excited too and he was just as big of a part of this as you were. You drum your palms against the counter in thought, until his hands are covering yours and he's kneeing your legs, sliding between them as he looks down at you.