Novel & Cerita Shoto Todoroki Shirtless

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

I nod and start towards Gideon who is talking with Liliana, Ryder, Freya, Benjamin, Ares, and Nikki, as Kitty chases Phoenix and Aiden around them. “Really Ryder, no shirt,” I can’t help tease knowing how proud he is to be marked by both of his mates. “Yeah, because Osric is always wearing a shirt,” Ryder chuckles, and shakes his head. I giggle staring at Osric’s bare chest, as he smirks at my eyes wandering his body. “Fair, hell if I had abs like either of you, I’d run around without a shirt too,” I admit, making Liliana and Freya laugh as they both shake their heads.

Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell. Dojo perched on the SatoTech campus edge, ancient timber beams scarred centuries, shoji fogged rice-mist concealing kendo clashes within. Air thick with cedar polish, sweat-salt, a faint blood-copper undercurrent. Barefoot on cool tatami, my athletic frame mirrored his lethal grace—indigo iaido hakama pooling at ankles, wooden bokken katana gripped, reverse-sheathed. Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

“Now you have to change before you freeze out to death.” As I began to strip my shirt off, Jordi immediately turned around as if he hasn’t already seen me naked. Our bodies already had a full conversation last time and now he’s acting like this is his first time seeing me naked. “Why are you turning around, dude?” I asked teasingly. “I don...” “Psh, you’ve already seen my dick. What’s the point in turning around?” “Okay... Fine.” Jordi muttered slowly turning back around. I eventually slipped on the shirt that he gave me and it did fit except that my body looked as if it can’t breathe. Soon after that, I slipped on the clean undergarment and shorts that Jordi gave me.

I reassure, laying back, I watch Tori lay on her stomach as she hides her blushed cheeks. “I know people wear clothes, obviously, but they just hold in the heat,” Tori sighs before pulling her shirt off and I laugh. “And keep everyone from running around naked, what a sight that would be. I get it though, growing up the way you did I imagine clothes are restrictive,” I admit, unable to take my eyes from my mate’s beautiful porcelain skin. Sitting up I pull my shirt off then close the canopy to provide more shade.

That way no one would have to sleep in a wet spot. Malachi slowly unzipped my dress, it fell to the floor and I stood in my spanks, undies and a strapless bra. As I removed my spanks, I watched him undress. He removed his clothes quickly while trying to watch me undress. His creamy skin glowed in the dimly lit room. His skin flowed effortlessly over his well toned body. He had a hairless chest yet hair on his sculpted legs. Either he shaves his chest or none grows. He had a tattoo of a koi fish on the left side of his torso and a skull on his back. He also had a few random tribunal tattoos. There was a scar on his shoulder that looked like he had been in a bad accident.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so he stood completely naked in front of me, his chest heaving, swallowing slowly. My eyes stayed fixed on him for a while, my core clenching at the sight of him naked, before my eyes moved to Leonardo. He held my eyes for a second before he started undressing. He started with his shirt, taking it off slowly without breaking eye contact. His muscles flexed as he raised his hands, his abs tensing, his nipples already hard. He threw his shirt to the corner without taking his eyes off me. Then he started with his pants, drawing them down at the same time with his underwear.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

“Oops. Guess that’s your shirt, Daddy. You’re naked now.” He laughs darkly. “Looks like I am, huh?” He pulls his shirt off in one smooth move, and there he is—naked, perfect, and so ready. The alcohol must have made Andie bolder. “Stand up, Jorge. Jaime and I need to suck your cock.” Jorge’s gaze flicks to mine, then ogles Andie’s tits. “Only if Jaime takes off her shirt.” I don’t hesitate. I strip off my shirt and drop to my knees. “Done.”