Bakugou Shirtless Novels & Stories

“You’re soaked, you should change.” Tilting my head to the side, “so are you.” Not as badly as me but underneath his cloak he had black jeans and a black White Forest-style shirt. Meaning it was baggy cotton with a deep ‘v’ in the centre. The rain made enough of the material stick to him. I could see the hints of his abs against the material as he raked the small space like a caged animal. His dark eyes met mine, “You’re the one not playing fair.”

"Don't try to lie your way out of this!" He tosses the backpack on the bed as he widens his stance and folds his arms across his wide chest. His biceps peek out from under the short sleeves of his black t-shirt that moulds to his body like cling film. I lick my lips, and the temperature in the studio heats up, licking my skin as it sets me ablaze. I slam my eyes shut, I need to get my shit together, and not lose myself in a world that only revolves around me and him.

“Would you rather have me naked? Because my clothes aren’t here… remember? My room’s the one that caught fire.” His eyes lingered on me for a beat too long before he looked away, muttering something under his breath that I didn’t quite catch. But the slight tension in his jaw told me he had. I shifted my weight, my eyes drifting before I could stop them. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a towel knotted low on his waist, droplets of water still sliding down his skin. A tattoo stretched across his back, the dark ink twisting into the faint outline of a face… a woman’s face. I couldn’t quite make out the details, but the curve of her lips and the shadow of her eyes were there.

I dive into my wardrobe. "Am your power source duhhh. Without me you a petty weakling,a human" he mocks. "Am your birth remember?" I grin. "Am your living source. Without me you're dead and without me you'll never exist" I back fire. "That's a powerful come back" he accepts defeat. "Whatever. Quit bikerings while I search casual outfits" I groan through my clothes heaps. Great. I grab an ash coloured t shirt. Reminds me of alpha grey.

But of course, I opened my big mouth and blurted out, “Why are you shirtless?” ‎ ‎Great. Just great. He looked at me for a few seconds, not saying a word, then shrugged and said, “It’s hot.” ‎ ‎With that, he stepped away from the dressing table and started walking toward me. I immediately backed up a little as he came closer and closer. ‎

It was a strapless gown with a small slit at the back. The dress, carefully folded within the box, unveiled its exquisite details as Aliyah gingerly inspected it. It was a captivating strapless gown, adorned with a sense of elegance that immediately caught her eye. The fabric, a sleek black, promised a timeless allure. The design showcased a subtle slit at the back, adding a touch of sophistication to the ensemble. As Aliyah held it up, she noted the fine craftsmanship, the contours of the gown suggesting a flattering silhouette. The strapless feature hinted at a graceful neckline, while the modest slit offered a more conservative vibe.

Brittany said then they glance at Brittany who is wearing rashguard honestly speaking Brittany, is not a fan of sexy things she's more like a fitted suits but not that daring and She's more comfortable with rashguards than bikini. Most of the Slave wear bikinis except for her but she didn't even care, she's like that she want to suits her taste not to others taste. "Hello..," a very deep baritone voice resounded on there ears, and most of the slave giggle when they hear the voice it's there most favorite person it's King Shun Yu, she's wearing white beach style sleeveless shirt and trunks King Shun Yu defines for a hot bachelor model she's a definition of power and dominant's even in swimwea

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.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.