Deku Without A Shirt Novels & Stories

“Good. Now let’s make it real.” Clothes came off. Adeyemi slipped out of the robe first—standing bare under the lights, no shyness, just ownership. Deji followed—trousers dropping to reveal him already hard, thick and dark, curving slightly upward. She felt that familiar heat bloom low in her belly. Action.

Taking one last deep breath, I close the distance to the half-closed bathroom door and nudge it open, making sure that the two halves of the dress shirt are open enough to show that I’m not wearing anything underneath. In an instant blue eyes are pinning me in place. Of course, they go really, really wide, too. “Debbie?” He takes a half step toward me, and I almost frown, disappointed to see that he’s only shirtless; worn jeans are unbuttoned and barely clinging to his hips, and there’s no way he’s wearing boxers. Even if he is clothed, it’s still easy access. “De-Wha-You—” My friends never mentioned stuttering when they’d shown up. Huh.

"Oh, and I was thinking we might need a bigger ride if we decide to hit the road." "Hello, my name is Declan. I just wanted to clarify something that my sister may have forgotten to mention. She unfortunately got sick and accidentally vomited on herself. To clean up, she needed to remove her clothes and wash them. However, she was hesitant to wear any of my clothing in case she became ill again. Just to clear things up, I was not completely naked. I was simply wearing the shorts I had on when she arrived." He extended his hand for a handshake.

“But I am here. You can’t sleep naked. What’s your problem with clothes?” He didn’t even blink when he answered, “I don’t like them while sleeping.” I huffed, “Try loving them now.” He sighed and painfully took his hands back. My eyes followed the movement. Big mistake. I immediately looked away. Nope. Absolutely not. I was not going to stare at Alessandro De Luca while he stood half-naked in front of me. I had already embarrassed myself enough for one lifetime. “Fine,” he muttered. He pulled on a black T-shirt.

Laughter burst out inside. My fingers curled tight. "Don't start," Norah cut in, soft and perfectly timed. "We're just mentor and mentee. Don't say stuff like that. What if Bella gets the wrong idea?" "The wrong idea? We all see how close you are." "Yeah. Skeet, what do you think?" A beat of silence. Then Skeet, easy and lazy— "What is there to say? Drink." He didn't deny it. Which meant he accepted it.

There was no way he will let her walk around in a bikini. Drake's eyes lost focus for a moment, and he stood up to walk on the side. But the time Talia put her dress on, Drake was back and pulling a gray t-shirt over his head. Talia recognized it as one of the spare t-shirts that Drake told her they have for pack members to dress up so they don't come out of the forest naked after shifting. "I will also go with you.", Mindy said while grabbing her dress. "We will keep an eye on things here.", Caden said when he saw Drake's concerned expression.

She was shivering due to the autumn breeze while washing the potatoes. After ensuring that they were clean, Deanna carried the basin and waited for Jacky to come out of the shower. Soon, Jacky emerged from the shower clad in only a pair of trousers. He was shirtless and was still dripping with water when he came out. When Deanna realized that he was shirtless, she hurriedly turned around, silently muttering to herself that she had not seen anything. When Jacky noticed Deanna shivering, he looked down at his body. Did he look that bad?

He smirked. Then, Glade’s and Deborah’s outside clothes just disappeared into thin air, revealing their skin and bare bodies. Only their underwear were left. Glade is just wearing a fitted brief right now, showing off his well-toned muscles in his arms, legs and abdomen and not to mention the big bulk in between his thighs. Stop looking at it, Cerina. I reprimanded myself again in my head.

Fiona’s POV Alpha Derek rose up with an unhurried confidence before going on to strip off his jacket and unbutton his shirt with a sickening precision. Leaving just his pants as the top fabric fell off revealing a sculpted chest and tight muscles. I stupidly waited for him to remove his glasses, but he didn’t. Instead, he handed his clothes to a warrior next to him and strode to the stage with one of the warriors leading him, proving the rumors about how he fought and kept it on till the end to be true.

he said, grabbing his knife and heading out. An hour later, Derek came back, shirtless, carrying a big bundle of wood on his shoulder and dragging another behind him. Without his shirt, his well - defined muscles were on full display. His chest and abs were clearly visible, and his two well - defined abdominal muscles extended down to his work pants. He was completely drenched, with water droplets streaming down from his hair. Such a sight was incredibly masculine. Even Tabitha, not usually one to be easily attracted, felt her heart race and her eyes heat up.