Three days have passed since I moved in with Obama sempai. Mr President is out of the hous eright now, because he has to attend a meeting for his company. MHhnn just the thought of him being all manly in his manly man business meeting makes the back of my ears sweat.
I walk down the stairs to greet my parents and asked them how they've slept. Their replies are short as usaual but I love them and I cant believe my sempai really brought them to me. BANG! I hear a sound from our kitchen and I see the ugly terribel republican house keeper m,aid dude, Donald( i dont even know how he got hired) on the floor ....dead? NAh he just sleepin.
I look around to see what hit him and see a Six foot tall British dude who happens to be my co-workler and al;so happens to be holding a gun with a sign that says "COME TO MOMMY!!" in all caps. I step over the orange maids body to get closer to my co-worker.
"Hey Hary Stiles, what brings you here?" I ask him politley
He stuffs the gun in his pocket and turns to answer me,wonder why he had that.
"Oh.. I was just coming check in on you. Hows the move going?" He mumbles fidgeting in his pockets
"Great thanks for coming by,its going great," I reply
"Lovley I have a present for you in my car, would you follow me to it," He asks me
" Would love to!"I say excited to see what he could have bought me.
I never knew he could be this nice. He grabs my hand and leads me to his car which is parked on the other side of some dank hedges, which we have to crawl through. .
"Open the back door its waiting for you inside," Hary Stiles says gesturing towards the door.
I swing the door open with ecviment. The only thing I see are are red ropes hand cuffs and duct tape.
"Dang Hary Syiles didnt know you were into this type of thing"
"Oh i certainly am" he says mischieviosly in his noice accent.
I feel a big push and am suddenly thrown into the back of the van and the doors are shut leaving me in dim light.I see the front food open of his nice white van and see him plop on a gas mask, hitting a a big red button that says "Do not Push"
"Yo Hary Stiles watcha doing"
Suddenly a white mist fill the car and my vision fades into blackness.
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"Gmmmghhmmmm o-obmaba.."
I lift my heavy eye lids in search of the dark, cocoa, lemon scented, vanilla smelling, lustrous, scandlouse, president that holdmy affection. When my eyes finally adjust to the room I feel my stomach drop. He's not here.... I go to rub my aching weenus, but realize my hands seem to be chained to some bars not far away from the bed i've been placed in. Where am I? How did I get here? Where is.... Mommy Obama?
Ive sense ive made a mistake.
"MWHAHAHAHAHAHAH" A british man hidden in little british shadows laughs.
"HAry StiLes ? omg thank god ur here someone just kidnapped me help me out of here and we will escape together"
"Its okay love, this is your new home" he walks into the light and i see my face plastered on both his nipples.
"Waoh like the shirt I want credit tho... if you end up selling them"
He walks towards the bars of the cage and wraps his hands around the bars.
"Now that I finally have you, you will be all min, all mine that president obama will never be able to touch you again." He says as his hands are shaking the bars and a menacing grin appears on his face.
He begins to open the cage with some keys he grabbed from breast pocket. I feel a wave of fear come over me.
"W-hy why me?" I stutter out
"You are my one ture love, namjoon. We belong together,"He says as he reached to caress my fragile beard scuffed face.
"Hmmgh" I try to pull my face away.
"It's fine youll realize in time," Hary Stiles says as he fumbles his hands through his pockets.
He them pulls two sock puppets fromthe musty crevices in his jeans.
It's sock puppets of Hary Stiles and I....
He hands the one that looks likes me and pulls it overmy hands. He thgen sensually places his puppet over his hand and try to push it closer to my puppet. I Pull my hand back.
"Hey stop! The only puppet that gets to be smooched together with mine is obama chans!!! AHHAHH" I say beginning to bite the head off ofmy puppet. It pulls on my teeth causing me to scrunch my face but I must do it.
"Stop, sStop love. It's fine" Hary Stiles says pulling my hand away from my mouth. I feel hot tears welling up in my moist eyeballs.
"I wanna go homeeeeeee" I beg mr stiles
"Nop love, you shall stay here until the ended of time " he aggressively bityes his lips and makes a che*ckpoint with his hand and places that on the bottom of his chin.
"B-but" i try to say
"No buts buttercup" he smirks and starts to walk out of the room. When he closes the door i betgin to hear staticky noise.
"Namjoon-kun"
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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...
