Bakugou Shirtless Novels & Stories

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?

He frantically shook his head, trying not to remember it. "Kai." Manik placed a shirt on his shoulder from behind him, grabbing his attention. "Change into this." "Oh, than-" his words were replaced by a frown when his eyes fell on the shirt. It was a 3D muscle printed skin toned shirt that he had gifted Manik on his last birthday just to mock him for being such a body building freak. "No I am not wearing this!" "I only have that shirt in the car." Manik shrugged. "And c'mon it would look good on you. You know with those fake abs on display you wouldn't need to worry about real ones"

I said. "Uhmmm Mia we need some shampoo for the boy's hair, we found something that looks like shampoo but we are not so sure it's the right thing. I don't want to burn the kid's hair, so you don't strangle me." He said and I was immediately speechless. What in the world is this man doing in front of me shirtless? I have never gotten to his body before, and I just can't take my eyes off his chest.

"If Gitte came back to me, God it would be amazing. I've missed her so much." I let go of his chest to tuck my hair behind my ears and it was like a sudden breaking of a spell. He let out a deep breath and broke his hold of me. Throwing the cloak completely around me he quickly stripped off his t-shirt and dived into his bag for another. I shamelessly watched as I greedily absorbed the image of his bareback. Then I realised I needed to get changed too. "Don't worry, you can get changed without me watching. Assassin, not pervert."

It hadn't worked. When he walked into the kitchen, the scene was surreal enough to make him pause. Baek Do-hyun was sitting at the marble island, shirtless. His torso was a map of violence—old scars, burn marks, and tattoos weaving a story of survival that spanned decades. But currently, Felix—wearing one of Min’s black silk robes that was three sizes too big for him, the sleeves rolled up like doughnuts—was carefully changing the dressing on Baek’s shoulder.

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’

Clearing his throat, he said rather awkwardly, “I’m gonna buy a new shirt.” One of Z’s brows raised. She looked at him from head to toe, noticing for the first time that he wasn’t wearing a cloak. Instead, he fashioned himself with a simple Byron shirt, which has a loose shape with a small pin tucked on the back yoke, black drop-crotch pants, and a black sneaker. “Where’s your cloak?” His brows furrowed. “What cloak?” “I saw it beside my—you know what? Never mind!” “You’re at it again. I really won’t understand you if you don’t specify things.”

He was not letting me go which caused my shirt to be wet and see-through. "Jerk, why would you do this!" Pushing him away I tugged my shirt away from my skin. "You wear a black bra under a white shirt? Like, don't ya know what to wear and when." 'Such shameless guy he is, but don't girls like it?' My cheeks were red as I took his coat and wore it while Andrew was okay with his shirt wet causing his half body to be seen. His tattoo on the back of a dragon that was spitting fire was visible, and many other small tattoos were covering his upper right arm.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

He gives her a dap and a bro-hug. "It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." I think. He's shirtless, in nothing but grey camo knickers, the white waistband of his underwear peeking through to say hello. Amanda doesn't even flinch, she returns the hug as if she hugs sweaty boys for a living. Then finally, it's my turn.