One touch of a hand lit the fuse.
Donald, the former President of the United States, was grinding on the wall of the Oval Office with Joe, the current President of the United States.
How did it get to this?
"fuck, Joe..." Donald moaned sunken in the crux of Joe's neck. Joe hushed him.
"they might hear us..." he shushed the former world leader as he dipped his hand down the back of the concubine.
In the other room, a gala was afoot. glittering lights, shiny ballgowns, and fake jewels.
it felt like a mid-century ball held by the king and queen of a particular country, dresses floating as they spin around to the music accordingly.
Jill was sick of it. her husband, and current president of the United States, Joe Biden, had been in the bathroom for FAR too long.
a deep gut wrenching feeling filled her as she sunk into the chair she was sitting in. he couldn't have been having an affair? could he? with another woman?
she thought to herself, the women she had seen Joe out and about with. not a single one matched her suspicions.
"come to think of it..." Jill thought out loud.
"wasn't Donald supposed to be here too?" she straightened up from her crouched position and peered over the room.
no sight of him. not a single look. she sighed and laid back down. "maybe he left too."
she blinked her eyes in a sleepy manner. out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her beloved President.
a deep sigh of relief left her body. she walked over and gave the sweat drenched man a tiny hug.
he looked flushed.
"are you okay? you're a bit..." the First Lady backed up a few steps. the president shot up, wiped his forehead and assured her he was fine.
"It's just... I was having some trouble in the bathroom..." he lies.
Jill has a sneaking suspicion that he's lying, but she obliges, just wanting to get this party over with. He grabs her hand and walks over to the bar.
"do you want anything, honey?"
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9:00 pm, Friday, July 12
he looked at the time, sighing into his phone.
no text from Donald.
his mind wanders, what if he's been forgotten by the foe? was it all just a ploy to get him in a weak position come the upcoming election?
he sits up on his bed. voices ringing in his ear.
"Joe......Joe......Jooooeeee..." the voices persisted. "Joe.....Joe........it's Donald..." Joe bit his lip at the mention.
"Joe...... wake up, Joe......wake up..."
Joe shot up and eyed his surroundings.
No one in sight.
"I could've sworn..." he laid back down, flopping on his King sized mattress.
maybe he was going crazy. maybe Donald made him this way.
it had been 6 months since their affair started, 6 months too late to go back.
it started as a joke, it continued as a way to air out our sexual desires, it continues as a way to air out our sexual desires for 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇.
was his gyatt too 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 for Donald? he pondered as he mewed himself to sleep.
10/10 Latina gyatts bounced in his head as he fell into a deep slumber.
little did he know, the next day, a horrifying incident would happen.
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Authors note:
Yo wassup BITCHES!!!!! FUCK I'm BAAAAGGHJKK😍😍😍😍 and I saw a tweet about how after trump got shot Biden comforted him.... KILL ME!??? OH MY GOD!??? so romance. Yaoi is alive and real.
