Bakugou Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

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...

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"

he asked. Sage retorted, "Why can't you put it back on when you managed to take it off on your own?" Ian scoffed. "If you want to take a closer look, I can always just stay shirtless." Who would want a closer look? He was the one who didn't bother covering up after he took off his shirt. Who wouldn't be distracted by such a sight? Muttering to herself, she unbuttoned the shirt and slid it over his arm, barely covering half of his body.

"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.

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.

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”