Novel & Cerita Bakugou Shirtless

Sleek equipment, mirrors lining one wall, and— Oh. Oh wow. Derek was attacking a heavy bag with a rigor that was almost violent. Each punch landed with a thud. His whole body coiled and released with controlled precision. But it wasn’t the display of force that made my breath catch. It was the fact that he was shirtless. Completely shirtless.

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.

As Beau walks by me, he flicks at the tag. “Odd the way they design shirts nowadays,” he teases. “It almost looks inside out.” My face burns with embarrassment. I can’t correct my shirt without taking it off, and they both know it. Two sets of eyes are on me, as if waiting to see what I’ll do. Fuck it, I think, and tug off my shirt. Both of these men have seen me naked before. What reason do I have to be such a prude anymore?

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

His large biceps strained and flexed as he hiked up the bag unto his shoulder, strong arm muscles rippling under his skin. He was under dressed in a black t-shirt that wrapped tight around his torso, and loose black pants that fitted snugly around him. He looked more at ease and casual, so far from the noble regalia he usually wore on most days when he had meetings with the council and other important officials in West Crescent Valley. "What's in that bag?" I asked frowning. And when he only gave me a noncommittal shrug and a vague, "you'll see," my breathing spiked.

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.

“You are such an asshole.” He chuckled, but before I could say anything else, he stood up. "This is boring,” he declared, his tone dismissive. "A waste of time.” Before I could react or ask for clarification from him on what he meant, he started unzipping his coat. My eyes widened as he shrugged it off, revealing a perfectly tailored shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. Then, to my utter disbelief, he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them after unbottoning his shirt, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight, black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination.

The room was chilly now that my mate wasn’t pressed up against me and it was a relief. He pulled out a white sleeveless shirt, slipping it on over his head. It hugged his body, molding to his lithe torso. He wasn’t as bulky as William and Lucian, but his muscles were just as well defined. That was the only way that he and Bash looked similar. It made me curious about their parents.

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.

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...