Bakugou Shirtless Novels & Stories

he asks with lust in his eyes “Yes I have shorts on” I reply with a smart ass attitude “You shouldn’t wear stuff like that around me it looks like you have nothing underneath” I feel a blush show up on my cheeks I look at him with a straight face and say “well then you shouldn’t walk around shirtless” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks “You know exactly what it means” I chuckle He then takes the shirt he’s wearing off “Does it bother you?” He asks walking towards me “No but if me wearing this bothers you cause of what it does then you don’t need to walk around shirt less”

A shirtless Saint. His hair is not styled, it's messy and fluffy as a few strands fall onto his forehead. The black loose jogger he is wearing hangs dangerously low around his waist as it shows the V-line molded with his defined abs. Old scars are plastered across his chest, a huge scar slashed across his chest, and a few bullet wounds here and there. I am eager to trace my fingers along those scars but I hold myself back. I'm not sure how long I stayed in my room but all I know is that it's dark outside and all the main lights are off. The only light that's bleeding through the windows and into the house is the bright moonlight.

Ashly demanded something from nowhere, which made Alex start. But then Alex chuckled, getting up from the bed and undressing slowly. Teasing Ashly as he unbuttoned his silk shirt. Ashly has seen Alex shirtless before, and she almost came in her pants at the sight of her Alphas abs. Like how the fuck is ripped like that? Alex threw his shirt on the floor, then moved to his skinny jeans and took them off with one swift movement. Alex stood there in all his glory.

His usually slick black hair was capped in powder, his long eyelashes were stark white like snow, and the tight sleeveless shirt showcasing his heavy biceps now had a strange, gritty texture. Arka didn't move. His sharp eyes just stared straight through the haze at Bima, who was still awkwardly holding the torn, empty edge of the flour bag. Bima tried to hold back his laughter, but seeing Arka’s usually terrifyingly serious face now looking like a powdered donut, his defenses completely crumbled.

Just as I was about to knock the second time, the door creaked open, leaving my hand hanging midair. And at the threshold of the door. Stood a god in all his glory. And there I knew. I absolutely, could not, do this. Ace Beckham was shirtless. I gasped, watching as droplets of water drifted from his wet hair, trailing down his well defined abs that begged to be worshipped. Rolling down his skin and into his… Oh heavens. The goddess above fucking take me. He was trouser-less too. A towel hung low on his waist, the scent of strawberry after shower filling my nostrils as I stared at the V that was so visible through the towel.

“Go to the bathroom, I’ll sort the bills and join you shortly.” I nod and carry my shopping bag along. A sales assistant points out the restroom and thankfully, it's vacant. I swiftly change into them. The top is… Fuck. It's obvious that I’m braless even from miles away. The sheer, provocative fabric squeezes against my big breasts, pulls the fat orbs together, and aggressively maps out my thick nipples. It's fragile, the type of shirts big-titted pornstars wear to display their boobs or act in the ‘accidentally drenched’ POV that shows the whole world the shape and size of their breasts, down to their nipples, and even cling to their skin, begging to be freed.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

I muttered under my breath. Click. The bathroom door opens. Baekhoon steps out, damp hair falling slightly across his forehead, wearing only a pair of shorts, his torso bare. My eyes snap to him reflexively. Again. Shirtless. But by now, I’ve grown somewhat used to it — just a little. Baekhoon has practically poisoned me with sights like these, again and again.

And this made my pussy clenched again at the memory of his long, thick cock. Without even bothering to clean myself up, I slipped on the oversized white shirt Kai had given me to wear earlier on before leaving to go and get us our breakfast meals. It barely covered my soft ass. I was in no bra and didn’t even bother to look for any panties either. And my hard nipples too poked obviously against the thin fabric, and anyone who might look closely into the shirt would definitely see the cum still slowly leaking down my inner thighs and the person might as well see my hard nipples as well because they were really out and standing inside the dress. I looked at myself closely in the mirror for a s