SwedenX!Chunky!Innocent Reader- Frustration

Frustration

  Berwald was a patient man, he had to be with how loud, irritating and down-right annoying his brothers are.

He was patient with them, strangers, other nations and you.

You wanted to take the relationship slow which he understood completely and respected your decision and your love for one another only grew with each passing day. Berwald knew you had some image issues with your body and he helped out anyway he could; compliments, dates and even just holding you when you had those days where it was all just tears.

You two have been going out for a solid three years and you guys even lived together, but as far as intimacy went you two never went all the way. The farthest that it's ever went was a heavy make out session on the couch. He could be patient, but God you were testing his limits at this point especially with all the seducting actions you were doing around him.

Well, to him they were, you on the other hand were just too damn innocent to understand the effect you were having on the Swedish man. Every time you looked up at him with those (e/c) eyes he just wanted to bend you over a table and have his way with you.

"Earth to Ber, ya there?" The tall Swed snapped out of his daydream state as he locked eyes with his brother Mathias, a groan emitting from his throat.

"S'rry..." Berwald averted his eyes, a fraction of a blush evident on his pale face as he tried to side sweep the images of you from his mind for the moment.

"Ah-ha! Thinking about your little vixen (your name), huh?" A sigh only escaped his lips as Mathias draped an arm around his brothers' shoulder and patted it gently.

"You haven't gotten any have you Ber?" A light laugh escaped the Danish man's lips as Berwald pushed him away.

"S' what 'f I haven't?" He sent his brother a glare as he held his hands up in surrender. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing especially with (your name)." The Swedish man stood up quickly from his chair angry that his brother would say something like that about his lovely (your name).

"What the hell d'es that mean?" The spikey blonde haired man shook in fear and waved his arms and shook his head. "It's nothing bad! I didn't mean anything awful by that! I only meant that (your name)'s pretty innocent and she probably does things in front of you that rile you up! Jeez!" Berwald sat back down calmly after Mathias explained himself as he only nodded.

"So...what exactly did she do?" Mathias was actually really interested to hear about this and hoped the tall Swed would tell and at this point, Berwald needed to talk to somebody about this even if that somebody had to be Mathias.

Giving a sigh, Ber started; "Well...".

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Berwald sighed loudly as he exited his car, finally done with the world meeting he had to attend and he was just ready to relax with (your name) and forget about all the other dysfunctional nations.

As he approached the door, he could hear the thumping noises of what sounded like a stereo that was on full blast. A light smile tugged at his lips knowing you were probably dancing around as you waited for him to get back. He unlocked the door and didn't even try to be quiet about it since the music drowned out any other sounds.

Closing the door behind him, he made his way towards the living room where the stereo was on, but you weren't in there. Hearing clanging coming from the kitchen, he smirked and took off his suit jacket and sat his briefcase down on his way towards the kitchen.

The sight that greeted him upon entrance was something he wasn't prepared for.

There you were, clad in cheek hugging underwear with a (f/c) and (2nd f/c) pattern and a tight tank top that showed off your assets and clung to your tummy that poked out. You were rotating your hips as your chunky form jiggled along making Ber licked his lips a bit. You were dancing with no care in the world and all he wanted to do was take you over the kitchen table.