Trump x Obama - An election

Chapter one

This is Kristine, ze author saying hello, I hope you enjoy this very shitty fan fic I made for you, Steven—

CHAPTER ONE

"Barack... we can't..." Trump bit his lip seductively knowing damn well they could. "I love you... Donald, I don't say that lightly... heck I don't even say it to my kids." Barack monotonously exclaimed as he held Donald by the waist. "I... I love you too, Mr. President."

—A LITTLE WHILE EARLIER —

Election time. The most important time in the Americans lives. Tensions where high as one white, old billionaire with no political experience after the other announced they were running. But two amongst the herd of seniors where special.

Barack Obama, a fierce, handsome man with so little emotion to his voice he was often mistaken for a google translate bot was running for the Democratic Party. He was a family man, with a passion for making heterosexual love to his wife. "Drone strike that pussy" as he calls it. From said love making came two beautiful daughters which he raised well even with his busy life style.

The other candidate was Donald J. Trump, well known for his short lived reality TV career and heavy association with Jeffrey Epstein. Trump is a man who lives an average American life, enjoys American food while watching American television as he sits in his American home as an American in America. Really living the American dream.

"So here we are, 2008, an exciting year for American politics." The blonde news anchor said with a robotic, but cheery voice. Barack turned off the TV. He didn't need to hear about the election, he was experiencing it first hand. Sat at home in his grey bath robe drinking a cappuccino shot with his pinky fingers extended feeling all cozy as the sunny June weather set the mood for the day.

"Hey, girl, hey!" Putin said as Barack picked up the phone. "Ciao, Vlad, how's it going in Russia?" "It's going good, weather is just so iconic right now! It's snowing and it's not even winter! Good luck invading this bitch." "You're such a slut, Vlad!" Barack teased. "Chile anyways, I'm gonna get dressed. See you later, hoe."

Barack put on his blue suit, ready to go to Starbucks for his daily pinkity drinkity. "Bye, you whores!" He said as he walked outside to his car. No one was home, he just liked saying it. Made him feel like the man of the house.

"Marlene?! You're working today?" He said as he pulled up to the window. "Of course, girl, the grind never ends." "Mhm, you can say that again." "How's the president thing going?" Marlene asked as sixteen other cars pulled up behind Baracks. "Not safe to say yet, with that Trump guy running too it might be quite the hassle!" Barack yelled over the car horns. "I think he's kinda sexy!" "Marlene!? You whore!"

Barack drove off with his drink.

"Donald!" Melania yelled from downstairs. "DONALD!" "Yes, my wife?" He yelled back. "I made breakfast, fatass!" Donald sighed and got his fat ass downstairs, his cheeks shook every step he took, it made a beautiful sound, like a juicy stack of pancakes engulfed in syrup just waiting to be consumed.

"Pancakes huh?" Donald said as he sat down at the table to have breakfast with his family. Barron played roblox on his sticky tablet as he hummed the Boku no Hero Academia theme song. "Hello, father." He said. "Hello, son." Donald said back. They'd never really had a good dialogue. He was more into Roblox and anime which were two things Donald was not able to be invested in. He liked golf and visiting his buddy, Jeffs, island.

"Eat up, Fatass." Melania said as she slapped the pancakes on his plate. From an outside perspective it might seem like Melania was the victim of Trump, but in the home a much different story was told. Melania resented Trump for one reason and one reason only; he couldn't get it up. Barron was simply the product of Donald having watched wrestling that night. Because, in fact, all Donald wanted was to be trapped between the muscly thighs of someone his own sex. A man, a manly one.