Trump Tales (Donald Trump x reader)

Chapter 1

You yawned, your mouth quite noticeably agape. Your friend, James, noticed, and inquired, "Why so sleepy? Were you up late again?"

You blushed, sheepishly telling him that you had been watching more Trump videos than usual, and the bulge in your pants became quite noticeably bigger. James shook his head.

"What do you see in him," James asked. The real question was, what didn't you see in him?

He was gorgeous. He looked like an old woman was spray-painted orange, but you meant that in the best possible way. His cold clammy hands he used to point at the screen during his debates, you longed to touch. And his hair, oh his hair. If there was one feature you liked most, it was his hair. It looked like a wave crashing onto a sandy beach, but the wave was also sand. You felt your knees go weak at the thought of tangling your hands in it. You wanted him, all of him.

"You know half of America hates him, right," James pointed out.

Without hesitation, you retaliated with, "How could they? He's perfect! He's absolutely the best thing in the world!" You stroked the picture of him you kept next to your bed for, "emergencies", shall we say. James laughed. He never supported your unhealthy obsession with the politician, but you always ignored him. You knew deep down that you and Donald would be together someday. Someday...