Bakugou Shirtless Anime Novels & Stories

“Would you rather have me naked? Because my clothes aren’t here… remember? My room’s the one that caught fire.” His eyes lingered on me for a beat too long before he looked away, muttering something under his breath that I didn’t quite catch. But the slight tension in his jaw told me he had. I shifted my weight, my eyes drifting before I could stop them. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a towel knotted low on his waist, droplets of water still sliding down his skin. A tattoo stretched across his back, the dark ink twisting into the faint outline of a face… a woman’s face. I couldn’t quite make out the details, but the curve of her lips and the shadow of her eyes were there.

A threatening growl accompanied his tone. Putting the bags in one hand, he slammed the door shut, glaring at me with the most stormy expression on his face. If looks could kill... He walked to the wardrobe where he dropped the bags. His fingers made quick work of his sweatshirt, promptly discarding it on the bed to reveal even toned chest, arms, and washboard abs. Even his biceps and triceps? Subconsciously, my tongue snaked out to wet my lips. I'd never get used to the sight of Lykos shirtless. I forced my mind out of that dirty train of thought so I could focus on the topic at hand.

What if there was another being besides humans and vampires? These questions did not help me decide any better what to do next. I sat there on the carpet, knees to my chest. It was scary having no memories of the world I lived in. “Stupid Anthony!” I yelled aloud in frustration. Why did he have to take everything away from me? I started to wonder if I really asked for this life, or if he was just an ass hole. I looked down at my shirt, shredded with my bra showing. I guess the first thing to do was to get a new shirt. I got off the floor, going to the closet. I looked at every shirt in the closet. I laughed. They all had anime characters on them. Different shows it seemed. Of course I did no

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Dropping the clothes, I turn around to ask for one of his shirts and find him shirtless and tugging down his jeans. Holy back porn. It's outlined in muscle and is a golden tan. Holy shit he has lower back dimples too. My eyes skim along his bare skin, wishing it were my hands instead. My hands strangle themselves, my mouth parting to allow the labored breathing to pass. His jeans drop to his feet, and he bends over to kick them off. That round ass on display for my pleasure. My eyes scan the white tight briefs cleaning to his tight-. Wait, are those bananas?

What they saw nearly sent them to heaven. Sakura was in her pajamas of cotton sleep shirt and shorts. The buttons of the shirt were mostly undone from the top to midway down her chest, thus showing off her lovely flesh beneath. Since her shirt was quite long, the hem reaching down to just above her thighs, it looked as though she wasn’t wearing any shorts, thus showing off her lovely bare, long, slender legs. Not to mention her hair was a mess, her skin petal white, her lips red, her cheeks tinged a rosy color, and her eyes were wild and large as she gazed at them.

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

"Tch, what was I thinking!" I threw the towel into the corner of the room, and now I have put on Ozgur's lenin shirt. This shirt is too big, so it makes my body sink. "You look very sexy, Ara." I said, while posing in front of a large mirror. The lenin shirt that I wear only covers my upper thighs, this shirt shows my white thighs a little. This shirt is so thin, that my body is clearly printed. "Fuck underwear!" I'm not even wearing a bra or underwear. "Ozgur, damn it!"