𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕂

They've got a fetish for his love

He took some clothes with him, trying to calm himself down while walking towards the bathroom. He didn't understand why his thoughts had riled him up so much, a tent now noticeable in his pants. He rolled his eyes at his own body as he locked the door to the bathroom, looking down at his pants. "Good grief... How am I even going to take care of this?" He asked himself as he began to take his clothes off, thinking a good shower would maybe calm him and his little friend down a little.

He got in, a soft, almost unnoticeable pink dusting his cheeks as he began his normal shower routine. He turned the water on, a soft groan escaping his mouth as soon as the water droplets started to hit his now hot skin. He hadn't noticed how turned on he had gotten, his semi hard on now being a full blown boner. Cursing while furrowing his eyebrows, he tried to think of a way out of this situation, nothing coming to his mind other than the reason why he was in this predicament.

He sighed, now deciding that he had to take care of it one way or another. He hesitantly brought his hand down, a slight gasp slipping out as he finally touched himself. He never really had the time or a reason to masturbate before, so this feeling was new to him. He guided his hand up and down slowly, trying his absolute hardest to not make an audible sound, in which he failed. He rested his warm back against the cold tiles of the wall behind him, throwing his head back onto said wall softly as his mouth stayed in an almost perfect "o" shape.

His amethyst eyes shut as his thoughts wandered, he really was superior than everyone he knew. He really was at the top of the food chain. He could do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. He was an undeniable God, and that thought only riled him up more. His free hand flew to cover his mouth, his pink hair now sticking to his sweaty and wet forehead as his hand went faster and faster. The water droplets hitting his hard-on helped give a feeling of vibration, everything around him was now dull.

He was so close, just a little more. All heard in the bathroom were a series of soft, muffled grunts and groans and the water hitting the tile floors. He knew everyone thought he was attractive. He could read everyone's thoughts. Even his straight classmates thought he was attractive at some point, and that only proved his point that he was better than everyone else. He didn't need money, fame, or people serving under him. He could have everything he wanted at the snap of his fingers, everyone he wanted with a small conversation, and the amount of power he wanted with the small notion of taking of his power limiter.

He was perfect in every way, and everyone else knew that. Everyone had a fetish for his love, and he knew it all too well.

With one last stroke he bit his hand, strings of his own arousal spilling from him as he rode his climax. His head was spinning and his heart was pounding on his chest, his breathing ragged and slow. Once he calmed down from his high, he finished his shower, a feeling of embarrassment plunging itself into his brain as he left the bathroom. He couldn't believe he had just jacked off at the thought of being a God, but there was nothing he could do about it. A smirk made it's way into his pretty face as he closed the door to his room.

"I can't deny their appetite."