tom holland x barack obama x grant

chapter one: that suit

grant's POV:

he pushed me up against the wall, his pulsating cock rubbing up against me. I moaned loudy.
"sToP," i squeaked through moans. "thE nEighBors miGhT heAr uS."
"no," daddy obama said demandingly. "i wanna hear you moan." he smirked, wildly.
out of the conner of my eye, i could see tom smirking widely as well, ready to join in.
"yeah, baby. we wanna hear you scream our names for the whole neighborhood to hear." tom said in his smexy British accent.
i moaned, daddy obama started taking my pants off. while he did that, tom came over and started sucking on my neck.
"AuGgH!!" i screamed. ready for these to daddies to stuff their junk in me.
"i'm ready." i moaned. after i said that, they both stopped and looked at eachother.
"are you sure, baby?" tom asked concerned, clearly taking the role as the motherly in this relationship.
"yeah, we don't want to hurt you without prepping first." barack spoke softly, rubbing my hips gently.
"i want it.. please." i whined, like the brat i am.
"okay. but just remember, you asked for this." daddy obama licked his lips hungrily, like i was a full course meal in front of him.
he ripped off my shirt, and started to take off his own. tom doing the same to his own shirt, as they both through their shirts on the floor. daddy obama took his belt off and tied it around my wrists. tom picked me up, and i blushed. his abs brushing up against me while he walked over to barack's california king size bed. he laid me down gently and kissed the top of my head.
"you look so perfect, sweetheart." tom whispered gently in my ear, and i shivered slightly at his hot breath.
daddy obama moved to his dresser and pulled out a stripped blue tie. he put it over my eyes, and even though i could see, i could feel his lustful eyes on me.
one of them took off my pink lace panties. i shivered once again due to the cold air hitting my hole. hands roamed my body, one finding their way to my nipple.
"NnAgH-" before i could keep moaning, a warm hand went around my mouth.
"we want you to save that pretty mouth for a later." barack whispered, huskily in my ear.
before i knew it, i was pushed to my tied hands and knees. i felt a presence in front and behind me.
"be a good little slut and suck me off." tom said, so i knew barack was behind me.
i moved my mouth down and kissed tom's member. he groaned quietly. while i kept on kissing tom's cock, i felt daddy obamas hands roam my ass. i heard rustling and assumed it was barack taking his pants off.
"ready?" daddy obama asked, still being respectful even in the bedroom. (consent😫)
i gave a 'mhm' in response, forgetting that tom was still in my mouth. the vibrations of my mouth were sent to tom's cock and he moaned loudly, pushing my head deeper into him, making me gag.
"i'm gonna go in now." barack said, lowly. he entered me slowly, gently kissing my shoulders, leaving some hickeys here and there.
i tried to hiss in pain, but tom's cock just kept thrusting into me slowly. as i adjusted to daddy obama's size, he started going faster. i moaned, causing tom to pick up the pace and forcefully thrust into me.
"f*ck," barack groaned. "you're doing so good." he aaid while thrusting into me.
they both pounded into me, and soon after they were close to coming.
"i'm gonna cum." tom moaned.
"me too." daddy obama said.
as we were about to burst, michelle obama and zendaya walked into the room.
they both stared at us, unblinking, michelle wearing a straight face, while zendaya looked shocked to say the least.
after a second, zendaya responded.
" what the fuc-"
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