Saitama Shirtless Novels & Stories

someone screamed. "Get out, you bitch!" Stones, rotten vegetables, and clumps of mud flew at me. I shielded my head and ran, the sounds of angry shouts and chasing footsteps right behind me. My clothes were stained, and a stone gashed my forehead, sending blood trickling down my face. I curled up in a dark alley, trembling, when a pair of red high heels appeared in front of me. It was Ella. She was wearing a cream Chanel dress, her hair perfectly styled—a sharp contrast to my bloodied, disheveled state.

He grabbed the second black mask from the backseat, slipped it on, and quietly followed. ******** Inside the mall, Aito and Kaito wandered through one of the high-end boutiques and Kaito gathered enough clothes to bury Aito alive. Aito stood near the dressing rooms holding an ice blue suit jacket while Kaito circled him critically. “Try it. I'm sure it'll look great on you” Aito gave him a suspicious look. “Hyung, look at the colour. I’m not sur-” “Hey,” Kaito said, placing a hand on Aito's shoulder as he gave him a smug look. “Trust me. I'm Fuuji Kaito, the owner of a billon dollar fashion company.”

And then I step back and leave the shower, smiling to myself as I sense his eyes on me, watching me walk away. I use my magic to reach into the ether of Tartarus and pull out some clothing I previously stashed in there in cases of emergency; luckily for Samael, I keep two of everything, though I wouldn't mind if he had to walk around naked. I look at the garments in my hand. I have a pair of dark blue jeans, a navy blue shirt, grey sweats, and a black muscle tee. I opt to wear the sweatpants knowing that if Samael wore them, I wouldn't be able to concentrate; something about gray-colored sweatpants. I slip on the muscle t-shirt quickly before making my way to the kitchen to see if there's an

He shuddered. Now, this guy was standing in front of him wearing black-rimmed glasses, a college sweatshirt, and proudly sporting a "University of Tokyo Math Department" badge like a cat who just caught a particularly helpless mouse. He was grinning like he had just solved an equation that would send Takuto to the history books for all the wrong reasons. "Yo," Matsumoto pushed up his glasses in that smug way only the truly unbearable could pull off. "I heard there's a little kid here who needs to count on his fingers for 1+1?"

All I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs. No real telling if Sokin is talking about me or Sai. My brand isn’t visible or obvious like his. Still. I’m a too obvious wrinkle in that ever pristine and crisp uniform of his. Sokin doesn’t wear clothes. Use training gear. Or dress in the way that the average person does. He dons his armor. Whatever it is. It’s always black. Perfectly tailored. Always clean, crisp, precision to highlight rather than overshadow the perfection beneath it. My existence annoys him. Always has.

Cold sweat ran through her body as her face turned ashen. “You better not try anything funny or else?” The man paused, then released her before throwing the one million dollars at her face. He strolled away from her, wiping his hands and cleaning the sweat from his forehead as he grinned devilishly like his work here was done. Titan and Kira sat by the pond naked; don't be surprised about them being naked. When they transform, they become naked with no clothes; that's why they always bring clothes with them. “We might not be fated mates, but I have a feeling that our bond will be stronger than those of fated mates.” Natasha spoke as she stared at the star shinning in her eyes.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

[Gia’s POV] As we entered back into the bedroom, The sharp and sexy looks of my mates took my breath away. Damen is dressed in dark faded and very well fitted jeans, with a button up white dress shirt, and a dark jacket. His top buttons are left undone and show off his strong neckline, including my bite mark. Sam has a formfitting charcoal suit, with a satin-like fitted t-shirt under his unbuttoned blazer. Max, with his hot bed hair that lays wildly past his ears, has on dark slacks that show off his well sculpted ass, and a fitted black t-shirt which allows his tattoos on his arms to dance when his muscles reflexively tighten.

Lila The moment Damon stepped back onto the training grounds, my breath caught in my throat. He wasn’t wearing the royal black attire I had seen him in before. Instead, he was dressed in dark training gear—fitted black pants that hugged his powerful legs and a sleeveless top that left his arms and shoulders completely exposed. His skin gleamed slightly with sweat, his muscles flexing with every movement as he adjusted the wraps around his hands. He looked every bit the warrior king, and worse, every bit the kind of man who made it impossible not to stare.

I don't want to follow him and then the swimsuit I'm wearing suits me. it's a two piece swimsuit in blue and I love the designs. I frowned to see him still lying at the door where their swimming pool was near. He looks like he's guarding the door from me! its just serious face and waiting for me to change. I have no choice, I just want to take a bath and enjoy. I wore a Lose shirt and a short shorts from Ayumi's wardrobe. I went downstairs he was still there at the door and leaning back, he also crossed his arms and the gaze was on me.