Todoroki Shirtless Novels & Stories

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

“Clothes off.” The plain white T-shirt sailed over Trevor’s head. He managed to unbuckle his belt. His knit boxers hit the floor the same time as his jeans and he kicked them away. Last thing to go were his socks. Then Trevor stood naked in front of Edgard, his cock erect, his face flushed, waiting and wanting.

he asked, picking a shirt from the wardrobe and wore it over his body. His hand ran through his wet hair to brush the tendrils back off his forehead and out of his eyes, giving me more sight of his toned abs and the tattoo that ran across his back. " I'll take a bath as well," I said and walked briskly away from the bedroom, catching my breath as the door closed. I wasn't supposed to have that much physical attraction to a man's chest but there was something with Todd's. There was the beautiful dragon butterfly that was both somehow drawn together to look like a masterpiece.

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!

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.

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.

"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?" "I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day." "That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.

It was Rodri. He was in some dark silk shirt that draped casually down his tall, broad figure. The neckline was in a sharp V that flaunted his chest, and more of the tattoo. I still hadn’t been able to see the tattoo in full. But the curves of the dark ink on his tan skin, was the sexiest accessory a man could have. Pants of the same dark silk encased his strong , stallion legs loosely, with the strings hanging down groin area suggestively. It was almost like they were asking to be tugged loose.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

He toes off his Italian shoes, then shoves down his slack pants, then he removes his boxers leaving him as naked as I was. When he straightens standing In full naked glory I gawk unashamedly. I knew he was ripped and all muscles beneath his clothes but seeing him without any piece of clothing was a whole other porno scene. His shoulders looks even broader and muscled and He has tats! His chest tattooed and ripped, his abs a work of art all six packs and with impeccable muscled pecs which looks so good that it definitely looked as if it had been molded by an adonis god who took a liking to him..