Steamy Whitehouse ( Trump X Reader )

Chapter 4

                                        NSFW WARNING READ

                                    AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Before heading up the stairs you quickly glance at you bag to make sure you have "IT".

The stairs are surprisingly squeaky and you feel more and more nervous with each step. As you come to the 2nd floor a strong scent of lavender and roses fills your nostrils. You look around quickly and notice there's only 2 doors. One has a sign saying "T.S.D." and the other with Trump engraved to the mahogany doors. As you walk through the hallway to open the door to the 2nd room you notice there's absolutely no security. Quite weird for one of the most hated men in America to have no security. The door creaks open and you see Donald fumbling around nervous for what's to come. You give him an awkward "hi" thinking about what's about to ensue in this blocked off room. Melania is out for a business trip and the children are at a friend's house so you wont have any distractions. You walk closer to Donald and feel his embrace take you. His old man smell and funky spray tan make you so horny. His bumpy and slimy tongue forces its way into your mouth. You gag at the taste of his fishy saliva. He starts to undress you and feels you up and down using your body. He throws you onto the bed and looks at you in your lingerie and stockings. He slowly gets on top of you and crushes your body with his sexy orange rolls. You feel his hard acacia log press against your belly. You let out a soft moan as he chokes you and slaps you. You flip the situation and get on top of him. Teasing his tip with your entrance feeling it pulsate. You reach into your stocking and pull out a concealed blade hiding it from his sight. You lean in to kiss him and passionately make out with him. He surprises you and knocks you to your back, the knife falls to the floor and you lose your opportunity. You two continue to do the dirty for around 4 hours until you pass out. You wake up to a hot cup of coffee handed to you from Trump. He jokingly says "We fucked so hard last night I thought I might die!", you chuckle and mumble under your breath "you should've..." You both say your goodbyes and you head back home making sure to retrieve your weapon. As soon as you arrive home you head to your bookshelf and pull on a purple book titled "101 Chokeholds". You open the leather book to page 285 and tap on what seems to be a metal circle on the page. A hologram is suddenly emitted from your transmitter and you see a council of dark figures sitting atop thrones. "Has he been dealt with Agent 361?" says a low raspy voice, in a striking comparison a high pitched female voice replies with "He better be... TEMMIE COME HERE". You reply to these shadowy figures with a simple cold "No...". "Failure is not an option Agent, you must deal with him for great Britain". The transmission wizzes away and you're left distraught about what to do. You were sent to America by the great British emperors to assassinate the president but you feel something in you that says its wrong...

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