Bakugou Shirtless Novels & Stories

Those were the thoughts that were echoing through Gregg’s mind as he stared straight ahead at the approaching dark figure. When the figure got closer, Gregg could see that the figure was wearing no shirt. He could also see that the dark figure was muscular. Tattoos covered the figure’s chest and torso. When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen.

I instructed with a grin, biting my lip as they turned to look at me and staked towards me, pulling me to my feet and taking turns giving me slow loving kisses. “Then fair is fair darling. You lose the big baggy shirt and bra and stay in your jeans and just a tank top. A tight one. Let us see you. Oh and no panties either.” Magnus grinned as he pulled the shirt off of me. I smirked and undid my bra, handing it to Kane before going back to the closet and coming out in a black spaghetti strap tank that came just below my belly button. My jeans were old and well-worn and sat right at my hips so when I took off my panties I felt exposed while still being comfortable.

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"

I was surprised he hadn't left. I’d think that would be the first thing he would do after waking up. He’ll realize this was a mistake and leave before I woke up and he had two face me. I headed to the direction of the voice, making the mistake of not checking what I was wearing. The first thing I noticed was a perfectly sculpted back. Bare with a couple of tattoos that I couldn’t make out from here. Why was he shirtless? I shook my head when I found my eyes going lower to where the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs were showing.

I nod once more, watching him examining the other contents of the bag. He held up a black sleeveless shirt to his chest, as if he was picturing himself in it. Then did the same to a pair of grey sweat pants. "I love when you wear those." He dropped them instantly, picking up a white v-neck t-shirt and black pants. "That too." I said under my breath. He paused to drum his fingers on his thigh. "I can't picture myself in these." "Well, you bought them." He made a face. “Can you give me a minute, please?"

in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and I can barely resist the urge to let it down. resist the urge to let it down. He's wearing a light purple polo shirt that covers his broad, sculpted chest. sculpted chest, and tight, faded jeans barely contain his thighs. faded skinny jeans barely contain his muscular thighs and toned ass. butt. Finally, Colter loses his gaze. -Well," the other man takes a deep breath and turns to us- uh. - He looks into the bag for a second and then continues: -Eight Legs Do it Better was for me.

"Look! Oh my God! This man is so handsome and droolworthy! With a body to die for! Oh my! How can someone be this perfect.. Kai?! Aren't you seeing this?! " " Seeing what? " I was looking around the body of the laptop when suddenly my caught something. A man. He was dressed in an expensive red Balenciaga t-shirt that exposed the upper part of his muscular chest. Louis scrolled through and another picture of him when he was wearing a black sleeve with leather cuffs,with all the buttons flying off with grey slacks that brightened the glitters of his eyes. "Oh my god! See those abs! Damn! I could die for this guy.. " Louis was just talking non-stop.

“If you’re asking if I slept with him, no. If you’re asking why he’s not wearing clothes… it’s because he begged me to take them off.” I clenched my fists, trying to steady the storm inside me. “He begged you?” “Yes.” My chest constricted. “And you did it?” “I took off his shirt. He was sweating. Mumbling. Crying. Said he felt like he was suffocating in it. He asked me not to touch him, just to help him get it off and let him breathe.” The way he said it, calm and precise. But I wasn’t calm. Not even close. Sage crossed his arms. “You didn’t think to call us?”

The door eased open, and Marcus stepped out. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his powerful thighs and did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy, semi-hard outline of his cock. His hair was tousled from sleep, his broad chest and defined abs catching the low light. He looked dangerous. Masculine. Like pure temptation wrapped in muscle and sin. Our eyes met instantly.

his words were a mix of taunt and anger. I held onto the strap of the bag from the other side to stop him from taking it. "I swear it’s not mine. I was in the bathroom and heard---," I hated how I couldn’t talk when I was under pressure. It always made things worse for me. Igor let go of the bag and walked away, his eyes on me, giving little head nods. He wore a black leather jacket with the collar up, his tattoos on his neck standing out. He then stood near the stairs and peeked down. "Ayo, Nikon! Come see what kind of kinks our stepsister has."