"OBAMA NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" I wake up panting with a sheen of sweat on my forehead. I dreamt that obama had gotten shot in a series of unfortunate events. I cling to the obama face on my onesie clostest to my chest. I try to clear the negative thoughts from my mnid and emerge from my bed. I make my coffee and start my day again, I check my phone and see a next from mr. askingh if i wan8t a ride to work, i accept as this will save me the money ive worked so hard for. Jef picks me up outside of my shoebox apartment building in his little 1994 Mercedes with a fluffy red miraculous ladybug steering wheel. I wave goodbye to my card board cutouts of my dead mommmy and daddy and hop in jefs car.
"Glad to see your parents are well he says" he says
I nod and say " Thanks again for the ride your a life savior."
"No Problem NAmjoon" jef states in a seductive tone
I gigle a bit about how can I have such a wonderful super platonic friendship.
I plug the aux into my phone and start playing songs from my favorite band
Nickleback
" THEY ALL JUST A WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS" Me and jef scream at the top of our lungs.
We drive down the main street and I see a car driving too fast coming toward us. Its headed straight toward us before jefrey can swwerve the impact hits us. Everything goes flying i wonder if this is what my parents felt like. I feel my eyes grow heavy as pain begins to swell across my being. The next thing i know is a warm sensation on my right hand. A thumb rubs the back of my hand in the shape of a haert and I feel a sense of confort. I open my eyes slowly and see a dark figure hovering over me, but for some reason I don't feel scared. My eyes begin to unblur and I see him. "MMGHMNNMnnmnjhnmhgh hj obama chan<3!!!" I shout in a groggy sounding voice
"Hey, Kitten your looking much better than you were when you first got here. You really scared me ," Obama says eyes puffy, was he crying for me? I compose myself and try to control my urge to make these "weirdnoises"
"O-obama, H-how did I end up here?" I ask feeling comforted by his large manly presensce.
" It seems you were in a car accident.." He says to me as he gazes longily into my eyes.
:"Jefry" I think outloud
"Hes...................... In....acoma kitten" Obama says gently
I gasp NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO my very best friend is in acoma????????/ this cant be. My cheeks begin to feel warm and my eyes start to fill with liquid. I reach for obama and press my face into his m-mommy milkers.
" It will be okay..Namjoon" He says trying to comfort me>
"Nghh '' I muffle my sobs into his juicy thicc mommy milkers.
He gently strokes the back of my head. What am I gonna do if I lose jef just like my parents. I feel my eyes grow hevy and pass out...
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I begin to feel around me, its soft, I feel a lush silk press against my face. I open my eyes to see an unfromilier bedroom. I feel a sweet scent rush through my tender nostrils... hes here. My I open my eyes only to see im laying on those plush thicc juicy mommy milkers. Obamas hand wrapped around the dent of my waist. So warm i think.
"O-obama chann mmmgmmm take my ears for your liking mmngmh" I can't stop the worlds flowing from my mouth.
"If you insist.." Obama proclaims. *Lucy didn't write and/or condone the following.*
The warmth of sweet kisses press into the side of my neck and travel up to my ears, he nips at the side of my ear. I gasp this has to stop.
"I-I cant-- " I feel my eyes brim with tears as the though of my lovely whu comes to mind.
Obama pulls back and sits me in his lap.
" What's wrong kitten?" He assess
" I-I have to see if jefrey is okay first, im sorry"
Obama nods and says "Rest a while longer and I will take you too him"
"NO"I say more aggressively than I meant to,"I need to go now.."
Obama grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom
" Change and then we'll go" He says with a little bit of a hrut look flash against his eyes.
I change into the clothes he had left in the bathroom, I sniff them... Hard. They smell of him..but nows not the time to think of that. I put them on and notice the sleeves fall far past my hands. I roll them up and head out the door to see obama waiting with keys in his hands.
"Thank you Mr.. Mr President" I say timid
Theres a dark look of lust in his eyes after i say that.
"No problem" He states.
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An Ode to Obama-chan
Fanfiction"Wakey Wakey kitten," he say his voice utmost decadent. "AA" I exclaim as I jump from my seat. " M-mr O-obama, I-i was j-just-" he interrupts me "Its fine kitten I just thought I should let you knoe that works ovr, ill see you this week i hope?" he...
