oppama. || Obama x Drake COMPLETED ✔

oppama

It was a hot summer day and Obama was wearing booty shorts that really accentuated his figure. Obama was hot. He was beautiful and sweating, everyone turned to look at him. Obama knew it and he liked it. But he was not interested in any of the many many people who were looking at him except for one guy, Drake.

Drake was interested in Obama too but tried to hide it. They kept staring at each other, almost as if they were looking into each others souls. And that's when Obama knew that he had to say something. But first, he had to take a bath. By the way he is at hotel so yeah. And he is down in the pool area so yeah.

Anyways Obama went upstairs to his hotel room and got into the bathroom to take a bath. He turned on the faucet. He took off his clothes, and set it aside, getting into the bath. It was Obama's time to relax. Obama grabbed a soap, and cleaned himself with it, ever so beautifully. So graceful and beautiful, and if I had not said it enough he is beautiful.

He got out, and wrapped a towel around him-when all of a sudden he heard a knock on his door.. "I wonder who that could be," Obama thought. He quickly dried himself, leaving the towel wrapped around his body and headed towards the door. Opening it, he saw Drake there.

"I had to see you Oppama," Drake said, lust dripping from his hot voice, "I think.. I think.. I love-"

"Shhh.." Obama interrupted, pressing his index finger against Drake's lips, "I know."

Obama smiled softly and looked into Drake's very blue eyes, "I will be back."

Obama shut the door, leaving Drake dumbfounded. He put on some clothes, and opened the door once again, finding a still very flustered Drake there.

"Oppama, but this.. us, we may never work.." Drake said, looking down, "we would be too beautiful for the world to see us together.."

"Who cares what the world thinks! We care for each other and no one could get in our way.. even death could not separate us!"

"Oh, Oppama.. you say such sweet wo-"

"Shh.. don't speak.." Obama interrupted again, pressing his index finger against Drake's soft beautiful lips, "let's go somewhere."

Drake nodded in understanding, and followed Obama.

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They went to eat lunch at a restaurant that was close by the hotel they were staying at. But what would happen next, no one in the room would expect. Obama sat in front of Drake, making eyes at each other and grinning every few minutes. They were silent but deep inside they both knew that none of them had to speak to feel the fiery passion of love in between each other.

All of a sudden 6 men in all black walked into the restaurant. And they had guns, with rippling muscles, and 8 packs because they had their shirts open so everyone could see how jacked they were. They were strong, very strong. Maybe the strongest men that ever had been on Earth.

They pointed their guns at people and one of them shouted, "DON'T MOVE AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! OR WE WILL KILL THE LOT OF YA! YOU GOT US Nincompoops?"
 
You could feel the panic in the room, as people cried in fear and shrieked, afraid for their lives. Obama and Drake had crawled under the table to be safe. And Obama looked at Drake and it was clear in his expression that he was afraid. So Obama placed his hand on Drake's hand and instantly Drake felt better.

But they would not get out of the situation unless someone did something about it.

"LISTEN UP YALL! WE HERE FOR ONE REASON IN PARTICULAR! WE WANT OBAMA!" One of the guys yelled, "SO FESS UP AND HAND HIM OVER BECAUSE WE KNOW HE IS IN THIS ROOM! OR EVERYONE WILL DIE!!"

No one spoke because no one wanted to hand over Obama because Obama was a good person. But Obama knew that he had to do something or he would be responsible for many deaths. He turned to look at Drake who was once again shaken with fear, and leaned in to peck his forehead. He whispered at him in attempt to calm him down, "I will be okay."

Obama got up from under the table, and began to speak, "I am who you are looking for."

The clear leader of the group, a man with these huge muscles, and a mustache, looked at Obama and chuckled maliciously. "Hah! You stand tall like you could even stand us. Do you not see that we are jacked?! Give up so easily Obama? Men, grab him!!!!"

His five men began walking towards Obama...

But they were knocked out inagainst 0.000007 seconds by none other than Obama. That's right. Obama had sweet moves. Obama had punched them each, with such a hard impact and so quickly that they were all knocked out and fallen onto the ground by the blink of an eye. People stared at the men laying on the ground in awe.

The leader looked at Obama with fear in his expression, "how.. how did you..."

He backed up and gulped, but could not escape. Obama had cornered him, and knocked him out so quickly that no one could have seen it.

"You were just Obamad!" Obama said.

People around the room shouted with joy, "WOOH! OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!"

Obama was happy to be recognized, but he wanted to get back to Drake. Drake was standing their amazed and in awe.

"Oppama.. how did you..?" Drake asked, very much curious.

"Shh.. you don't need to know," Obama interrupted for the last time, pressing his finger against Drake's very moist lips.

He picked up Drake, having him in his arms.

Drake blushed harshly, as he was in Obama's pretty jacked arms, "S-Saranghae, Oppama.."

"Saranghae, Jagiya," Obama replied with, ending with a long beautiful kiss.

Everyone in the room clapped and it was the best moment in the world, ever. Like ever.