Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Sweden x Reader: No Words Needed (LEMON)

From the many years that (y/n) knew Berwald, she knew that he was a man of very few words. 

They communicated in a series of motions and grunts, and their relationship went on very well. The more you talked to Berwald, the shorter the relationship.

He really didn't like talking. Perhaps that was the reason why Mathias and Berwald never got along very well. 

When it came to sexual intercourse, there were never any words. A tug, a kiss, a groan, a moan. That was all.

It was a warm evening in Sweden. Berwald's arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist, pulling her close to his strong body. He was fast asleep, but (y/n) had her eyes wide open. They stared at his bed head, strands of blonde hair covering his eyes. Her nimble fingers moved the strands of golden hair and placed them behind his ear. She gave him a small peck on the forehead, causing her Swedish boyfriend to tighten his grip on her.

(Y/n)'s hands began to lift his grey shirt, and stopped halfway to his chest. She could feel his lean body, especially his abs. Her hand touched his warm body, and he flinched. Berwald's eyes flew open, staring straight into hers. 

"(Y/n)." His voice was coated in sleep and tiredness. She tried to talk, but he took off his shirt before a single word could come out. He slipped her shirt off as well, even though she was lying down. 

His lips met hers, tongues swirling around in a feverish battle. Her mouth opened, and Berwald slid his tongue in immediately. He explored the wet cavern, parting for air after he finished.

Calloused and strong hands roamed her body, stopping to unhook her bra. His head rested on her shoulder, teeth grazing the edge of her skin. He finally placed a bruise on her sweet spot, placing a gentle kiss.

Moans shattered (y/n)'s body, her arms wrapped around her lover's torso. The bra had slipped off by now, showing off her pert nipples. His finger touched it, and started to rub the hardened piece of skin. 

"Ngh." She slid his shorts partway, and touched the clothed area. Her hand wrapped around the hardening member, rubbing it as well. Berwald groaned at the touch of her fingers. As soon as she heard that sound, the boxers slid off as well. 

His member stood proud and ready. (Y/n) wrapped her hand around it, stroking down his shaft. She kissed the tip and licked it, which made her boyfriend a moaning mess.

Letting go of the member, she wrapped her mouth around it. She started off slowly, maintaining the pace. But poor Berwald couldn't take it. He pushed her head up and down his shaft, resulting in a few gags. The salty taste of precum was prevalent in her mouth. His hand shifted towards her womanhood at the same time, and slid off the clothing. He stuck two digits and thrusted them in and out very quickly. (Y/n) began to moan into his member, which put him into overdrive. 

He tossed his head back at the feeling, enjoying every single bit of it. Waves of pleasure racked through his body, his mouth hanging open. Berwald lifted her head off of his member, and got into position.

He began to thrust slowly, gradually gaining speed. A shower of moans and groans filled the room. The couple reached their breaking point, body fluids coating the bed sheets. 

A sigh went past her lips as she collapsed on the bed with her boyfriend, or should I say, fiancé.

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This was from my first request! Yay!

Sweden does not belong to me at all.

Criticism is welcomed! But don't be too harsh.

Thanks!
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