Novel & Cerita Katsuki Bakugo Shirtless

Dropping the clothes, I turn around to ask for one of his shirts and find him shirtless and tugging down his jeans. Holy back porn. It's outlined in muscle and is a golden tan. Holy shit he has lower back dimples too. My eyes skim along his bare skin, wishing it were my hands instead. My hands strangle themselves, my mouth parting to allow the labored breathing to pass. His jeans drop to his feet, and he bends over to kick them off. That round ass on display for my pleasure. My eyes scan the white tight briefs cleaning to his tight-. Wait, are those bananas?

A lot. “Leo, is this your pack?” The big guy’s cheeks flushed, and then his gaze darted to Gabe and then Odis. “Yes.” He was wearing a green, ripped sleeveless shirt and I could clearly make out the hickies along his neck. They almost matched mine, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have more. “What a small world,” I murmured.

A threatening growl accompanied his tone. Putting the bags in one hand, he slammed the door shut, glaring at me with the most stormy expression on his face. If looks could kill... He walked to the wardrobe where he dropped the bags. His fingers made quick work of his sweatshirt, promptly discarding it on the bed to reveal even toned chest, arms, and washboard abs. Even his biceps and triceps? Subconsciously, my tongue snaked out to wet my lips. I'd never get used to the sight of Lykos shirtless. I forced my mind out of that dirty train of thought so I could focus on the topic at hand.

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?"

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

His father Mimi greeted with a big hug, his teacher Yatagarasu, who seemed to smile darkly, he was a gloomy man. Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

I turned around to walk to the desk when I lost my footing and the boba in my hand flew, the contents splashing all over his shirt. “Damn it.” I cursed under my breath. “I’m so sorry, you should take that off.” I used my hand to dab the shirt in an attempt to make it dry but that was the craziest thing that should have come to my mind. He reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head in one pull, every thought in my head instantly vanished, his back was turned to me, showing me the tattoo that covered almost the entirety of his back, a few scars here and there but damn, seeing his muscles flex was enough to make me dripping wet.

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"