Goku Shirtless Novels & Stories

Who else could it have been if not for the Almighty Rein. Once he noticed I wasn’t struggling anymore, he freed me and for a second, I was upset but the anger quickly died down when I saw him. He was dressed in a green shirt and kaki shorts, that we’re covered with a few wet patches from my clothes. His hair was messy but damn he looked sexy.

Kane’s voice cuts through my thoughts, gaining my attention as he heads to the fighting circle. “What?” I ask, blinking. “You’re not actually going to train me.” “I am. At least, that’s my intention,” he states unbothered. He then grabs the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head before tossing it off to the side. Suddenly, I’m staring at a completely shirtless Kane whose abs look as if they’ve been sculpted by the Goddess herself. The room feels ten times warmer and perhaps five times smaller. “Nope,” I pop out, shaking my head. “No way.”

I crooned, pressing my palms flat onto his bare chest—it was only then I noted that he was shirtless. My eyes traced the valley between his pectoral muscles, moving down to the hills and ripples of his carved and chiseled abdominal muscles, right up until the V lines which led further down south with a dark sprinkling of hair. I swallowed but my throat had run dry so it felt like ingesting grains of sand. And, when I looked more closely, I realized Jericho only had on a pair of Iron Man boxers. A jovial smile crept onto my face even though my skin flushed from his utter lack of clothing, "Aren't you too old for these?"

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

The ground shook slightly. "It's not like I have to get naked," he said. "You can turn around. I'm decent." I did and immediately saw that he was shirtless. The green shirt he was wearing hung in his hand. "Serious?" I asked. "Waiting for me to compliment you on your perfect abs?" Troy smiled big. "You think my abs are perfect?" I blushed again. Then tried to cover it up with a shrug. "They aren't bad." He winked. "That's good enough." He pulled his shirt over his head.

I violently turned to him. He was still wearing the same clothes, a white polo shirt with a crocodile logo on the side, and besides beige synthetic shorts that reach the height of his knees. "What the hell?" I answered him while he was frowning. "Why are you wearing just a bikini? Aren't you going to put on a t-shirt first and then shorts?"

He tried to chase after me, but finally gave up after a while. "Damn, you’re fast," he said. We walked back to the forest border and I shifted back, quickly putting my t-shirt on. My t-shirt got soaked as well, so it clung to my body as a tight dress leaving nothing to the imagination. I didn’t notice at first until I saw Kenzo staring at me. I put my arm across my chest swiftly, noticing he was only wearing a pair of training shorts. His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other.

Now. "Seriously?" I didn't intend to say it out loud, but it came out of my mouth without my permission. "Does it look like a joke to you?" He sat again, taking those worksheets. Yes, of course. I quietly sat there. Yes, I sat quietly, doing nothing. I don't know how to do this. Today he was wearing a black unbuttoned shirt with a black T-shirt inside it which fits him perfectly, exposing his toned muscles. Sleeves were folded in the same manner. Black trousers and black shoes.

He's a weapon all on his own. As much as I hated it, I still couldn't stop my eyes from wandering over him; he was just far too easy to look at. I honestly don't think there's another person in the realm that could make black look so damn good. The short-sleeved undershirt he wore clung to him like a second skin, leaving very little of the toned muscle of his chest to the imagination. He wasn't armed at the moment, but with Bane draped over his wide shoulders, he looked every bit of a weapon himself.

I had yet another damn stand-off at work with Rowan Merrick that had me needing to release my stress. The door is held open by the other sub, and I walk in. I feel her eyes on me, and I can tell she is interested in me. I look towards the throne, and there he is. Like a fucking God. He wears some black silk pajama pants and a short sleeved matching shirt he wears open. His legs spread apart as if making room for me to suck him off. His six pack and toned chest are amazing. He hides this very muscular body well under his clothes.