Hello! Can I have a fluffy A/O story? The "Omega fake sleeping for awhile, trying to hear what their Alpha is doing as they take care of them. Them giggling at something silly their Alpha says" prompt with Reinhardt and his s/o, just something really cute and fun/giggly. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! You're the best! 💙
Heats were part of any healthy, unmedicated omega’s life; the intense need to breed sweeping through their bodies and inducing waves of desperate need and lust throughout their systems. You were no different, the first few days of heat your body practically screaming at you to lay with your mate and be filled with him and his seed. But what was often forgotten, usually by popular media using sex to sell, was the lulling need for closeness and tenderness after the raging fires. That the last few days were spent in sated bliss, usually wanting nothing more than to be cuddled up with your mate or fellow pack mates. Reinhardt spoiled you in those regards, the large German Alpha never scarcely leaving your side, usually carrying you with him wherever he went. This is where you found yourself this morning, your arms wrapped around his neck with your face tucked into his shoulder, cradled against his upper body effortlessly. Rein had attempted to lift himself from your nest to prepare breakfast but you whined pitifully, arms tangling tight around his until he agreed to carry you with him. You had been asleep for the first few minutes or so after leaving the nest, but hunger and curiosity got the best of you as he moved around the kitchenette.
The scent of oatmeal hung heavy in the kitchen, the warmed cereal sweetened with copious amounts of honey and dashes of cinnamon. Reinhardt’s scent, that of tart cherries and fresh sprigs of mint, tangled with the honey richness of the oatmeal, your mouth watering and body unable to twist away from the comfortable spot you had nuzzled into. He swayed slowly as he stirred, tapping his foot and humming low, your relaxed mind barely registering it as one of the Hasselhoff songs he was so enamored with. You barely contained as laugh as the man did a very smooth turn, careful not to jostle your ‘sleeping form’. You couldn’t quite confirm but it felt like he was...he was dancing to the beat of the music. It was subtle, his torso twitching against your side as he rolled his hips, stepping with a surprising amount of grace for a man his size. He did a half dip as he began to rummage through the the fridge, large hands picking up a few things just out of your sight before he turned and bumped the fridge close with his hip. Glancing downwards he pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head, murmuring a soft apology against your hair.
“Es tut mir Leid mein leibling”, he hummed, delighted warmth coursing through your body at his attention. He kept his cheek pressed there for a moment before it appeared you hadn’t been awakened before he carefully made his way to the counter and deposited his goods. “How about a song to help you rest, mein hase?”
Reinhardt went back to stirring but now you could hear the soft words of the song he was humming before.
‘Stay with me - mon chérieMaybe thenYou'll say je t'aimeStay with me - please say ouiTo a rendez-vousJe t'aime - means I love you
Parlez-vous anglais didn't bring no successAnd she won't say her name or even write her addressDon't wanna lose her in the Champs ElyséesOnly one thing I can say - je t'aime
Mademoiselle has got to me like no-one beforeAnd I just wanna love herAnd then love her some moreWish that I'd learnt - my lessons better at schoolI'm standing here like a fool - je t'aime’
Your smile grew as he sung, his accent butchering the words slightly but the message just as clear.
“Je t’aime”, you murmured, earning a surprised gasp followed by a laugh from the German man. You tilted your head up, carefully turning your face up to his with a delighted look. Dipping his head down he placed a hard kiss against your forehead, beard causing your nose to crinkle up slightly.
“Ich liebe dich mein hase”, he said with a quiet chuckle, not quite letting you go yet. “Ready for breakfast?”
