America x Reader: I'll Never Leave You...Part 7 T

Everything had gone off without a hitch on that day; the best day of your life. You couldn't believe that the best day of your life had happened only two days ago; your marriage to Alfred F. Jones.

The two of you had gotten married six months after his proposal and honestly six months had been the most wonderful and most stressful few months you had ever experienced. The stress was trying to get everything done on time but what surprised you was how active America was in planning it all.

Oh Alfred…of course since it was your wedding, it had to be big and by big you mean BIG. Alfred had to go over the top with everything. He had to make sure you had the exact dress you wanted no matter how expensive it was. He had to make sure that you were getting married at the most beautiful and perfect of places. The cake had to be gigantic and so was the guest list.

Perhaps the most shocking thing for you though was who Alfred chose to be his best man. He had chosen Arthur. At first you had no understanding of it in the slightest; after all, England gave the two of you quite a bit of trouble.


It turned out that Alfred had been debating between three particular people to be his best man: Matthew, Kiku, and Arthur. He had considered Matthew because they were brothers, he loved him to death, and also because he had helped you so much during the time after the accident. Alfred almost chose Kiku because they were best friends and he knew that he could count on him to be there for him. But he chose Arthur. He finally decided on Britain because while Britain had caused you trouble, he had also taken care of him while he was young. He had been a big brother to him and had played a big part in his life; so that's what lead him to choose Arthur in the end.

While it surprised you, after Alfred explained his reasons for selecting Arthur, you were actually touched and rather happy. It wasn't like Kiku and Matthew were left out either as they got to be groomsmen in the wedding.

As for you, you had chosen ______________ to be your maid of honor; you could think of nobody better; you loved her to death. Your bridesmaids looked so lovely on your big day too wearing their dresses that coordinated with your wedding colors.

The entire wedding went beautifully…you couldn't imagine it being any better. Your love was slightly anxious but at the same time not at all; you were pretty sure nobody would understand that when you told them.

He looked so handsome up there waiting for you in his black tux…although you were pretty sure he couldn't wait to get the damn thing off.


Arthur had looked good as well, looking clean and much to your surprise, looked genuinely happy for you both of you.

Matthew had a darling soft smile on his face, delighted that his brother was getting married…and would hopefully settle down a bit. Matthew had actually helped with the wedding quite a bit and you were so proud of him…and so it was rather heartbreaking when you said to one of your bridesmaids said "Alfred only has one groomsman?" Ah yes….you had forgotten about Canada's social transparency.

Kiku had remained calm and collected throughout the wedding, which you had anticipated from the start as Kiku's facial expressions seemed to have a very small range. You knew there was a lot of emotion that went through him on the inside; the amount he exuded was just smaller than most. You knew that Kiku was happy though…and for just a moment, you could have sworn you saw a small and delicate smile, grace Kiku's features.

As for your bridesmaids, they seemed absolutely giddy and smiled the entire time.

And then you…you experienced every single feeling in the emotional spectrum during your big day. You were anxious and worried, frustrated at times, overjoyed, and you even cried as Alfred said his vows…

And the kiss…the kiss was perfect…somehow America had managed to sense the mood and do what was appropriate…and in fact, you think it was just what he wanted, not just what was expected of him. He gently paced one hand on the small of your back, and cupped your cheek with the other, taking the time to smile warmly at you before pulling you in for a pure, smooth, and loving kiss.

The reception and all the fun that followed the ceremony were truly wonderful as well. You were a bit worried that America was going to throw in something too wild and over the top for the festivities after the formal ceremony but he never did. In fact you were even shocked at the cake he had chosen. It was ridiculously massive of course, but it wasn't a wild color. It was a beautiful elegant white cake, with your favorite pattern and decorations on it with a few stray icing red roses to brighten the large cake.

You could always go on and on about everything that happened before, during, and after your wedding but currently, another subject was dominating your mind: your honeymoon.

After your wedding, you and Alfred spent your first night sleeping in the same bed as a married couple...BUT you didn't make love. You were honestly shocked at yourself and Alfred too for that matter. You had been told all your life by numerous married couples, that your wedding day will be so busy and potentially stressful, that you would be too tired to have sex on that first night. You had always thought that was absolute bullshit. I mean, you had been with Alfred for eight months before he proposed and then six months longer before you actually married! You had waited all that time to have finally have that beautiful, deepest form of intimacy with him…and yet, you HAD been too tired that night, as had Alfred.


Oddly enough, you had both talked about it. It wasn't a long talk; more like a brief chat on the subject. You had decided together that you should wait for the next day to make love with the perspective that you would both enjoy it much more if you weren't tired. And so you had cuddled close to him…and honestly that was wonderful in itself. You had nearly cried as you fell asleep with him. You were married to him…you were MARRIED to Alfred F. Jones.

"Hey _____________; you ok?"

You jumped just a bit at the sound of Alfred's voice drawing you out of your trance.


"Yeah I'm fine." You said with a warm smile. "Sorry about that. I was just thinking about our wedding…" you said, smiling bit more sentimentally, remembering the fond memories that happened just a short time ago.

America smiled back at you, holding your hand and giving it a squeeze, his charming blue eyes saying everything on his mind and in his heart.

And then suddenly…

"Ah man! This plane ride is taking forever!" America complained, squirming around in his seat on the private jet you were on.

You laughed. "At least it'll all be worth it when we get there." You beamed, trying to calm your husband.

Yes, America had truly gone out of his way to pick something amazing for your honeymoon. You couldn't believe your ears when he told you that he had reserved a PRIVATE ISLAND for you two! You were shocked. You had expected America to pick a location where you could do lots of things and be in the middle of a ton of action. Instead he picked a small, beautiful island with the sweetest little beach house on it. He said he wanted to be alone with you…you had never imagined Alfred doing something so sweet for you, and honestly you were thrilled.

Alfred grinned and took your hand again. "Yeah it'll totally be worth it when we get there! We're gonna have some much fun! And then…"

You watched as Alfred closed his eyes and went off into an apparently pleasant daydream due to the expression on his face.

You lightly punched his arm. "D-don't daydream about me like that!" you said with a blush.

Alfred laughed a bit. "Sorry dude, it's just that I totally love you and it's gonna be pretty awesome to not have to beat off to you anymore."

You entire face lit up. "Alfred!"

"What?" Alfred asked with a pout. "What do you think I do every night at 10:00 on the dot?"

You turned away, blushing even harder at the thought of America touching himself and getting pleasure to your image.

"Yeah, I tried to keep it at home most of the time but there were some times when I had to make do you know." Alfred went on, as if the conversation were completely normal.

"Wh-what do you mean?" you asked.

Alfred chuckled a bit. "Ok dude, here's an awesome story for you. So one time I was working late which I hate by the way, and I was sitting in my office bored as hell until I looked over at a picture of us together."

You blushed but continued to listen.

"That picture makes me so happy when I look at it but for some reason it just turned me on like hell." Alfred spouted off. "So one minute I was looking at our picture together and then the next I'm super hard as hell. I was at work though so I wasn't going to jack my dick there and so I figured I'd just take a leak and get rid of it. Dude here's where it gets crazy. So I went to go the bathroom and it was closed for cleaning!"

You nearly laughed at Alfred's current facial expression; it was as if he were going through the entire experience again.

"Damn it right? Well I went back to my office and realized that I was just gonna have to do it the old fashion way."

Now you froze. "You didn't…."

"So I sat down, whipped it out and got to work." Alfred said casually. "I was trying to stay quiet so nobody would hear me but it was kinda hard since it felt so good…and I mean "hard" as in how hard it was to not be loud, not my dick. Well everything was pretty awesome and all but then it got bad. I could hear someone headed to my room RIGHT when I jizzed. Dude it was freaking out! I mean, it wasn't like it was just one place. It was all over my hand, and on my pants and a little bit on my shirt. I'm pretty sure that some of it even got on some papers on my desk. Dude it was one hell of an orgasm! But I was freaking out because I heard that person coming and there was jizz all over the place and I totally forgot to lock my door!"

You couldn't believe you were hearing this…..

"But somehow I totally managed to clean myself up in time but shit that was scary." Alfred finished with a bit of a laugh.

"Oh Alfred…" you sighed, shaking your head.

"Don't worry though _____________, I learned my lesson." America reassured you with a smile.

You smiled back at him.

"Yep, I went right to the store to buy a box of condoms after work!" America said with a hero smile.

What..?


"Well I figured if I was ever gonna have to jerk off in my office again that I should be prepared. So I bought some condoms so I wouldn't cum all over the damn place again. Pretty smart of me huh?!" Alfred laughed.

"Alfred!" you cried.

"Of course it was kind of a pain in the ass. I have to work my dick for a while before I put the condom on. I mean, who wants to masturbate through a condom?! So I just put it on at the end. Hmmm I'm trying to figure out how to get you to understand. Oh! Like, imagine putting plastic wrap around your hand and then trying to finger yourself. That's kinda how it is. It sucks! There's some kind of wall between you and the awesome feeling of getting your sexual fix." America finished, looking as if he had been waiting to get this particular topic off his chest for a long time.

You weren't sure what to say. All you could do was blush and look away. "Alfred…that's just…" you sighed.

"I can't help it you're irresistibly sexy." America said, his tone going from amused to…intimate?

You gasped a bit as Alfred leaned in to kiss your neck, just below your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"A-Al…not here…" you stammered weakly.

"Hm? Why not? Nobody's here…" he said, kissing your neck more.

"L-let's just wait…ah…we should be there in like twenty minutes anyway." You breathed.

Alfred pouted a bit. "Ooookaay…"

You giggled and pecked his cheek quickly. You loved your husband so much. He was just so sweet and funny. You couldn't believe you were finally married to him…

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"Oh my gosh…Alfred..." you breathed with your eyes widening.

"Uh, do you like it?" Alfred asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Alfred! It's amazing!" you cried, kissing him and looking back to the beach house…it was so perfect.

"I'm glad you like it." Alfred said, kissing the top of your head.

It really was cute. It wasn't too big or two small and was built with a light colored, almost bamboo-like wood. It was so open and fresh looking but homey and sweet too.

"Wanna check it out?" Alfred asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You were about to answer when Alfred scooped you up bridal style, making you squeak in surprise.

"Alfred!" you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"The hero always carries his lady." America chuckled, bringing you inside the beach house.

You and Alfred smiled and laughed through every room in the house. The entire house had such a gentle yet fresh and airy feel to it…it was just…it was like an island paradise.

"Here's our last stop." America said with a grin, carrying you to the room at the end of the main hall.

You blushed and felt yourself getting a bit flustered as you knew which room it was.

"Here's our room." Alfred said, putting emphasis on the "our".

You smiled. "Alfred…this is all so amazing. I just…I can't believe it. Not just this house but the island too! The sand is white and the water is crystal clear and…" you lost your words, this was all just so much. "..and I'm here with you…"

"I love you ______________." Alfred said, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too…so much…" you said, cupping his cheek and smiling sweetly.

Suddenly Alfred smirked. "Wrestle time!" he laughed, throwing you onto the bed.

You cried out a bit as you hit the mattress before laughing. "Alfred!"

Alfred chuckled a bit and jumped on the bed like a little kid, bouncing you around in the process. "Woo hoo! I'm on an island with the best girl ever and she's my wife! This is so badass!"

You continued to laugh as Alfred kept up his antics. "Alfie! Calm down!" you urged, feeling as though you might fall off the bed if he kept it up.

Alfred hardly seemed to hear you as he continued jumping…until his foot got caught in the blanket that is.

You cried out and closed your eyes as Alfred fell forward. You waited for the impact…but in never came…rather there was a warm feeling surrounding you.

You slowly parted your lids to find Alfred's body directly over you, his nose almost touching yours.

You blushed. "Alfred…" you breathed.

He was close…so close…

Alfred's charming blue eyes were locked onto your (color) orbs. He used your optical organs as a channel to your heart and soul. For a moment in time, everything went silent…and in that moment you felt purely connected to Alfred…

"____________...." Alfred said finally, running a hand through your hair.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god.

"_______________....I want to—"

"Me too! I want to go swimming to!" you cried cutting him off, laughing nervously.

Looking at Alfred, you nearly laughed. His face was a bizarre mix of the "what the fuck?" face and epic disappointment, with a lovely touch of shock. He obviously hadn't been prepared for you to cut him off and now he was trying to let it roll off his shoulders and move on.

Alfred chuckled nervously. "Heh heh. Yeah! Yeah dude that is totally what I was about to say!"

'Sure it was.' You thought to yourself.

You knew what Al really wanted but that could wait for later. I mean, it wasn't like you didn't want it or anything it was just that you had just arrived and you kinda wanted to settle in first.

"Um dude, you do know that it's sunset right now right?" Alfred asked you.

"Yeah, I know." You replied, wondering how that was relevant at all to the fact that you wanted to go swimming.

Alfred laughed. "Yeah of course you know! It's just that some idiot told me that sharks like to feed around sunset!"

……………………

"On second thought a walk on the beach might be better!" you laughed. "I mean, you know how the hero gets his lovely moment with his lady right?"

Alfred froze before jumping on you and picking you up, making you squeak. "You're so right! Woo hoo! Time for a picture perfect moment with my girl!" Alfred shouted, dashing outside with you in his arms.

Making your way onto the beach in Alfred's arms, you were able to take in just how beautiful the whole island was. The sand was so fine and its white color now glowed a smooth orange from the setting sun. The green palm trees began to dim, looking more like silhouettes. The water shimmered in the fading light, the fallen sun reflected like a natural mirror. This time it seemed Alfred wasn't being overly dramatic after all…this moment WAS picture perfect…

"Hey _____________..." Alfred said suddenly.

"Yeah?" you asked, cuddling into his strong chest.

"How long would you have stayed with me? You know, when I was like a kid." Alfred said.

Your eyes softened as you looked at him. The sun shielded his eyes and you could tell he was serious by the tone of his voice; something that wasn't common with Alfred.

"America…Alfred F. Jones. I would have stayed with you forever. I would have never left you….even if you never grew up." You said seriously.

Alfred stopped walking. "You would have given up getting married to someone?"

"I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you. You were the one I wanted to marry." You said, pressing yourself closer to him.

"What about being able to give yourself to someone?" the blonde said, still not looking at you.

"I never wanted to be touched by anyone else but you."

"And what about having your own kids?" he continued.

This time you growled a bit and took his face into your hands and pulled his head down and lifted yourself up a bit, pushing your lips air-tight against his. You kissed him hard for a few seconds before pulling away. Even Alfred looked shocked.

"You listen to me right now. I don't care how many things you say right now. I don't care how many scenarios you throw out. I don't care how many "good" reasons you give me as to why I should have left you. All of that doesn't matter because you don't seem to be getting the damn point!"

Alfred was shocked. His blue eyes were locked onto your (color) ones; his filled with wonder and yours filled with passion.

"I promised you that I would never leave you, Alfred…I wasn't going to break that. You were the only one I loved. The only one I've EVER loved. The only one I WILL ever love. Your stuck with me forever…so get used to me." You said, staring him down.

For once, Alfred was silent….then he sunk to his knees.

"Al…?" you whispered. Had you been too hard on him?

You gasped when Alfred kissed you passionately and pushed your body down against the sand, pulling your frame flush against his. You made another tiny sound when he clasped both of your hands above your head and laced his fingers with yours. You finally sighed into the kiss and tightened your fingers back, making him smile against your lips.

Picture perfect couldn't even describe the moment. Just you and Alfred…it was so soft yet passionate…so—

……..

"Mnnnnn…." You grumbled against his lips. No. Not a pleasurable "mmmm" more like a scolding "darn you mmmm".

You could feel something hard poking into your thigh and you knew that it hadn't been there before. You hastily unlaced your fingers with his and pushed him off half-playful and half-annoyed.

"Al…" you grumbled.

You weren't surprised when started laughing. "I'm sorry, _____________. I really do love you and all but that just seriously turned me on like hell."

You stood up and smiled down at him. "Alfred…."

He smiled back but then his face turned to one of slight horror when he saw that a devious grin had appeared on your face. You pulled your leg back and kicked forward, flinging a good amount of sand onto Alfred.

"Hey!! What the heck, ____________!" Alfred whined.

You smirked at him. "No sex on the beach, Alfred."

You nearly laughed when Alfred pouted. "I was gonna carry you back before we had at it you know."

You giggled a bit. "Ok Alfred, how about we play a little game? If you win you get to keep me up all night long."

Alfred's face sure lit up at that idea; it almost made you nervous; you knew that guy really did have the energy to keep going all night….he was like the fucking Energizer bunny.

"Sounds hot." Al said winking at you. "And what if you win?"

"Then you have to wait until tomorrow to take me."

Alfred cocked a brow. "So what's the game?"

You smiled. "We're gonna see who can build the biggest sandcastle in five minutes. Let me tell you, I am the champion of sandcastles." You grinned.

Alfred grinned right back. "It's on."

And so it began; epic sand scooping and flinging commenced. You were moving as quickly as you could. Grabbing handfuls of sand and patting it down. It was already sort of an unspoken rule that your sandcastle also had to at least resemble a castle; in other words it couldn't be just a lame-ass pile of sand.

"Time!" you called.

You smirked at your work. It was a pretty kickass sandcastle. It really did look like a castle and was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Not a massive castle but it was hella' good for five minutes!

"So let's take a look at……yours…." You trailed off.

What….the….hell….

Alfred was leaning against his sandcastle with his hero laugh echoing across the beach, making his victory all the more obvious. Back to the word leaning…yes he was fucking LEANING against it. His sandcastle was ridiculously realistic and stood about ten feet tall and five feet wide.

"Um….." you uttered dumbly.

Alfred approached you slowly with a lustful and seductive grin coupled with a fire in his eyes that made your heart pound. "It looks like I won, ______________."

Oh hell…..

"Y-yeah…." You said with a blush.

You squeaked when he scooped you up and pulled you close. He grinned at you and practically ran back to your beach house and took you to your room.

You blushed and looked around nervously.

"Hey, ______________?" Alfred said as he rested you against the bed.

You were surprised when you looked up and saw nothing but love and affection in his blue pools…a gentle smile graced his face.

"I love you…" Alfred smiled.

You relaxed and felt your heart beat with warmth as your mouth turned upward to mirror his. "I love you too, Alfred…I love you too."

Maybe Alfred winning that contest wasn't so bad after all…