❤️Obama X Trump ONESHOT❤️

Chapter I

November, 2016.  Donald Trump was sitting in his brand new office that had came with the honour of being elected as president of the United States of America. Another perk of  being the president was all of the stress; Donald had hardly any time to sit down and relax, up until now. So that's where he was, sitting in his office, at his desk, blanket in lap and a hot cup of coffee in his hand. He sighed with content, happy to have peace and quiet. That is, until a loud knock sounded from the other side of the door. Donald jumped in shock, spilling his coffee all over himself. "Shit.." He muttered, quickly sliding the soaking blanket off of him, and flicking the coffee off of his hands. "Come in!" The door swung open, and a tall, dark skinned man strode into the room, closing the door behind him. "W-... Obama?" Trump's mouth gaped in shock, as Barack Obama sat in the chair in front of his desk, opposite of him. Obama folded his hands on his lap. "Donald," He said curtly, "What do you think you're doing? You? President?" Donald flinched at the man's words, and listened silently as Obama carried on. "How? How could America be so low, and vote for some disgusting racist pig? Barack scowled at Donald, his arms now crossed as anger flared in his eyes. "I.. I-I'll change.." Donald whimpered, "Change? Ha! Change like you said you would after you went behind my back and fucked that whore Bernie, and then not long after you pulled the same bullshit?" Obama spat, and Donald flinched again. "I swear, I'm not l-like that anym-m-more.." Donald tried to convince Obama again, fumbling with his hands and looking down at his lap in shame. He glanced at Obama, and to his surprise the man's gaze had softened. "Barack, I... I really fucking regret what I said and did to hurt you." He began, looking Obama directly in the eyes.  "I fucking loved you, and... I still do. I think about you all the time, and what I did and how it affected you, and I wish  I could take it back. I'm not going to give any bullshit excuse and try to justify what I did, I cheated on you and  it was wrong. I'm sorry." Donald finished. "Donald.. fuck.." Obama choked out, tears streaming down his face. "B-Barack!" Donald immediately stood up, and raced around his desk to his past lovers side. He wiped Obama's tears away, "Are you okay..?" Donald asked, looking down at the man sitting in front of him. He looked so small, not like how he had when he first came in. "Y-yeah.." Barack sniffled, "I just.. I'm sorry for being m-m-m-mean to y-you earlier.. God.. I r-really fucking missed you." Donald couldn't believe his ears; Barack had missed him? Donald grinned, and spoke. "Can... Barack, can I u-uhm.. kiss you?" He asked, his heart beating crazy with anxiety. "Y-yeah.." Obama said, smiling up at Donald. Donald then leaned into Obama, their lips softly brushing against eachother. After a few moments, Donald pulled away, as happy as ever. And then, Barack gently grabbed Donald's, tugging him towards himself. Donald's eyes widened in surprise as Obama slipped his tongue inside of his mouth. Donald shut his eyes closed tight, gently moaning. Was this really happening? No, it couldn't have been. Obama hated him.. While Donald was lost in his thoughts, Obama grabbed him by his thighs, and forced Donald onto his lap. "Oof!" Donald went, muffled from still kissing Obama. Donald's knee brushed Obama's bulge, and to his surprise, was rock hard. "O-Obama?" he whispered, pulling away from the kiss. "D-do you really w-want this... with me..?" Obama nodded his head, and Donald began to slip off his own pants, while Obama unbuckled and unzipped his own. Donald blushed at the sight of Obama's hard member, it wasn't like he hadn't seen him naked, (he had, hundreds of times atleast,) it was how large it was. It might've been the largest dick he had ever seen in person; it was so intimidating. Donald bit his lip as he gently grabbed Obama's shaft, guiding the tip towards his entrance and then sitting down on it. "Mhhnn.." He went, putting his arms around Obama's neck to keep himself balanced. "Fuck.." Obama winced, "You're so fucking tight.." Donald blushed, and began to move up and down. Donald couldn't help but let out a soft, sweet moan as Obama's man hood pressed deeper and deeper into his hole with each movement. "You like that, huh?" Obama teased,  "S-sto- Ahh... S-stop..." Donald blushed and whined, "I-I'm.. I'm gonn- eek!" Donald  was cut off; Obama had grabbed his shaft, preventing him from releasing his load. Obama smirked, still gripping onto his dick. Donald whimpered. "What was that? Donny want to come?" Obama had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke, "Beg daddy for it." Donald was as red as a tomato by now. "P-please.. Daddy.." Donald pleaded, still bouncing up and down on Obama's manhood. "More." Obama demanded. "Please... Please let me come, b-baby.." Obama released his grip. "Good boy." He smirked, and Donald released a cry as ropes of his cum squirted out onto Obama's shirt, sure to ruin it. "S-sorry.." Donald panted, sitting still, Obama's cock still deep in his asshole. "No, keep going." Obama demanded, gripping Donald's ass painfully. "I'm almost there.." Donald began gliding up and down on Obama's cock again. "Yeah.. keep it going.." Obama moaned, and then tensed up. "A-ahh!" Donald cried out again, feeling Obama's hot liquids fill his ass. He pulled Obama's member out, jizz oozing out his hole. "Mmph.." Donald went, panting. He rested his chin on Obama's shoulder and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.