Shoto Todoroki Shirtless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I seen towards him shockingly then my eyes landed on his upper body he is not wearing any shirt last night when I seen him he wore his t shirt now what happened wahh his abs and broad shoulders I never felt like this even to any models but now iam speechless to his body but when I seen his chest there is a tattoo it's my name iam looking at it he cleared his throat I came back to sense and seen him he said "last night you became too cold you are freezing and shivering I don't know what to do so I removed my shirt and your top to warm you"

“I want you to see everything.” The game continued. Fugishigoro lost once. Intentionally, to feed her confidence. He stood and removed his shirt, revealing a sculpted, rock-hard six-pack and defined V-lines disappearing into his trousers. Kyomi’s eyes widened with open hunger. She reached out, tracing her fingers over the ridges of his abs. “So strong…” she murmured.

Simple, grounded, human. When I returned, Tobi was sitting up in bed, shirtless. The morning light loved him bronzed skin stretched over broad shoulders, his chest and abs cut like stone. I paused, stunned, breath catching before I could stop it. My imagination betrayed me, picturing my hands tracing those lines, my body pulled to his. “Are you okay?” Tobi’s voice pulled me out of my daze, concern laced through his tone. “Oh. Um. Yeah.” I stammered, cheeks flaming. “Can you put a shirt on?”

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!

Koishi said “That’s all I thought the request would be more difficult than I would have to work hard to get it,” Ryuu unbuttons his shirt one after the other slowly revealing his chest. “Yaya!! Wait I didn’t request to re-remove your clothes I just want to see the tattoos” Koishi covers his face still looking at Ryuu from the gap in between his finger. ‘Wait stop it just stop!!’ “But I can’t show you when I’m fully clothed you know that” slowly Ryuu takes a step forward towards Koishi he could see only the last three buttons left. Making him gulp in response as he takes a step back.

Shuji asked his friend. "Are you, aren't you?" Akatsuki asked his friend. "Neither. I put that kind of thing in place," Shuji replied to his friend. Shuji stood up and took the clothes he was going to wear. Shuji was wearing a black leather jacket and a black polo long-sleeve shirt. He was also wearing black pants. "Your aura is just an action star? Haha!" Akatsuki pissed off his friend and hit him in the head.

Opening his eyes as eyes scan all over just to find no sign of anyone. "What? Who's there?" Koishi whimpered, looking down at himself, covering his bottom with one hand while the other covered his chest. Right then, just to see a body appearing sitting at the edge of the bathtub. Violet short hair with the silver color earring on one side of his ear, white eyes same as the plain skin making him seem like a ghost. Koishi could see through everything that was on the opposite side of him. Wearing nothing on top, showing off the blueish tattoo with the black border of a dragon under in the sky on his chest. This only made Koishi's eyes go wide in response, making him stand on his feet.

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire.

A heads up would have been nice. I shove the phone back into my pocket before he notices. Stepping into the ring, I grit my teeth as Asher shrugs off his shirt. Of course. He stands there in nothing but a pair of shorts, toes sinking into the sand. But I refuse to check him out, refuse to acknoledge those tanned defined abs, the deep v lines and broad back and many more of his other rippling muscles. “Are you ready?” His voice pulls my gaze back up his expression neutral.