Goku Shirtless Novels & Stories

"At least throw this on? Open, if you like. Are you OK?" A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face. He took the shirt, slipping it on but leaving it completely unbuttoned, the singlet and shorts still fully visible, the shirt just framing him. "I'm okay, Boss," he winked.

I asked immediately, my voice laced with panic. He didn't respond though and just proceeded to undo his buttons, pulling off the long sleeve grey shirt he had on, and leaving his torso bare, well not really bare since he wore a grey singlet but with his ripped abs and biceps, it was as good as him being bare. I couldn't literally see the outline of his well toned eight park abs through the thin fabric of the singlet and I found myself swallowing hard. The room suddenly felt hot, and I almost began fanning myself with an invisible fan but held my hand back.

They sneered at me and made comments while his female fanbase looked on worriedly, telling him to be careful. I stripped out of my shirt and shoes, leaving me to fight in as little clothes as possible, allowing for less restricted movement. It also would allow me to shift if need be without shreds of clothing remaining and giving Viktor a weapon against me. Viktor, on the other hand, seemed to be dressed as a Mixed Martial Arts fighter, boots, gloves and all. "It's time to focus. Let everything go and let's beat this arsehole into the ground, literally." Titan's voice reverberated in my mind.

Leo would certainly get a kick out of it if G-Man was wearing it when he woke up. She found several more and figured this must have been the shirts his friend had bought him, unloved and unworn, hidden away in shame. She couldn’t decide which was her favorite, so many good choices. Like the shirt with the arrow pointing to the side with “I’m with sexy.” The one with don’t hate me because I’m beautiful or Maybe he’s born with it. Or maybe it’s botox.

He said and I nodded. "What happened to your clothes?" He asked. "I lost it when I was fighting off those men, so one of the worker's that had a spare clothe offered to give me this," I said everything because I knew he was going to keep on asking questions. He pulled off his shirt and remained with his white singlets and a cross hanging on his chest. His nipples poked on the material. His muscles were more toned and the singlet hugged his body revealing his abs. I looked away as my thoughts were going else where.

Yet, he was standing in front of me, shielding me from something as little as rainwater. “You are wearing white.” He pointed out. “So?” I asked, almost glaring. “I would rather you go back than come with me with a stained scrub.” He grunted before walking to his car. “I could have easily changed, you didn't have to act like some hero.” I turned to him with an eye roll. However, he was pulling his wet black shirt revealing his broad chest. Khan had six pacs, the type any man would want to show off. My eyes outlined his abs and bones. His biceps had me drooling. I shouldn't be checking the monster out!

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

He’d call me…gorgeous. “I want to put it on,” I murmured, my eyes finding his. “The condom. I want to put it on…for you,” Mr Stark stops breathing for a second before he nodded. He was quick to undo his belt, sliding the pants down. He took off the now buttonless shirt. I let out a shaky breath, watching his cock resting against his stomach. Fuck, I don’t think I can stop the shock every time I see him naked. He’s glorious, with all the tattoos. His upper body had more tattoos with only the left side of the leg tattooed up.

As he stood, my eyes trailed over him in awe. He wore black sweatpants and a white shirt. The sweatpants clung just enough to outline the strength in his thighs, highlighting the toned muscle without trying too hard. His shirt hugged his chest and shoulders, a few buttons left undone, giving glimpses of bare skin that made my stomach flutter.

"Stay away from us. That is a command." Suki flinched, then turned and vanished into the trees. Gaia stood near, clearly drained. I forced my body to work. "Take my shirt." It was shredded and soaked in blood, barely holding together, but it was better than her walking up to the party naked. Everyone was there. She wasn't walking in exposed. She signed fast. "I don't need it." "You do." Pain tore through my body as I fumbled with the ruined fabric. "You're not walking in like this. If the shirt doesn't cover you, I'm giving you my pants as well."