❀•°•═ஓ๑SANGWOO X OBAMA๑ஓ═•°•❀

Obama's sweet kitten

"Shit I'm still alive" thinks Obama while still laying down in bed. His heavy dry eyes burning by the ray of sunshine that made its way around the window curtains. I need to take a piss said Obama. He made a Min*craft villager sound as he got up because he's a old crusty man and made his way to the bathroom as his bones rattled like a snake. The immediate relief he felt after pissing sinked in, he must have been holding that in for a while. Obama found an odd pleasure in holding his piss in. Maybe it's a coping mechanism for being lonely.

He brushed his teeth and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. The truth is that he's been dealing with a heavy depression for a while. Trump has been competing against him for a long time now and won't give up. It gave Obama a huge pressure. He didn't have any energy to buy groceries so the only thing he had in his fridge was cans  full of sparkling water. He found out that it helped a lot with his piss kink. It was like an antidepressant. He chugged down a whole can and went to his bedroom to get dressed. He didn't feel like going to the office today, so he put on some beach shorts and a white tank top.

His therapist has been advising him to go out and get some adrenaline to help with his lack of motivation. He decided to go sky diving. He pulled out his walkie talkie and called for an helicopter. Within a couple of minutes a helicopter was on top of the white House. They sent down a rope and Obama held on to it as they pulled him up. The whole ride Obama was swinging from side to side on the rope. When they arrived to the sky diving place. He went to the line of people waiting for their turn to get a guide. Someone behind Obama was talking about this one guide in specific that was super hot and really good at his job. It peaked Obama's interest so he kept listening to their conversation. After roughly 2 minute, it was Obama's time to get a guide. He was standing awkwardly waiting for someone to show him where to go. He made some intense eye contact with the lady at the front desk. She was very uncomfortable with his presence. Then this blond guy that looked like he hasn't slept for a whole lifetime walked to Obama.

"Sorry for being late, my name is sangwoo, I'll be your guide"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Obama"

(Guess who said that.. Yep it was Obama your a genius. )

"Follow me" said sangwoo as he took Obama's hands and pulled him to the side where an airplane ig was waiting for him.

Obama's hear beat stared going fast because of the sudden physical contact between the two. He then started blushing. So uwu of him

"I'll put this safety suit on you and then we'll get in the plane" said sangwoo staring at him. The eye contact made Obama's heart flutter

"Y-yes got it". Sangwoo stated wrapping him up. He felt every part of Obama's body. His hands came in contact with Obama's double jiggle ultra bouncy ass. The tension he felt within himself made it hard to concentrate, without knowing it he gripped one of Obama's ass cheeks.

"E-eeck" Obama was caught off guard and fliched a bit. That made sangwoo slime. Interesting reaction he thought to himself. Sangwoo hurried up and finished getting Obama ready. He then quickly put on his suit. Obama's eyes landed heavily on sangwoo's muscles and his head ran through multiple images on how he would look without wearing anything.

"Are you good? Your face is red" asked sangwoo

"O-oh I'm f-fine" Obama covered his face with his overly exaggerated big hands.

They got on the plane and continued the trip to the sky. They jumped together and held each other tightly as gravity pulled them to the ground. Obama was deeply moved by the scenery so he started singing a song from that pink dinosaur bitch. Sangwoo joined and they sang with a perfect melody. The parachute opened and it felt like it was only them against the world full of cruelty.