Todoroki Shirtless Novels & Stories

“I wonder if you’ve improved at all.” “Enough talk,” Damon replied, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His torso was lean but muscular, marked with a few scars from previous battles. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years, but it was still an impressive sight. Not to be outdone, Andrei removed his shirt as well, letting it drop to the ground at his feet. My mouth went dry as, unbidden, thoughts of seeing him completely nude with his cock inside of me just days ago flitted through my mind.

Odette was left in her red skeleton bra and distressed denim jean shorts with a black fishnet. "Now, come, let's swim," she chirped, before diving back into the water, her anklets jiggling loudly. Jiro grudgingly stood up, taking off his glasses. I pressed my lips, trying to fight the urge to gawk at him. Lord, he looked way better without the glasses. Then when he took off his sweater, my mouth couldn't stay closed.

He kissed Cade and left him standing in the middle of the room. “What the hell?” Cade said out loud. He felt odd being naked in here. He opened up the chest and found Tshirts, shorts, and briefs. It didn’t escape his notice that they had a childish quality to them. He picked up the top blue T-shirt. It had a rocket on it. For a moment he contemplated returning to his bedroom to get pajama pants and a hoody, but then he stroked the soft cotton of the T-shirt. He shrugged it on and found briefs with rockets, too. He smiled as he stepped into them.

His jaw is still tight. I glance up at the rest of them, and Zach, Xander, Oscar, Max, and Eliot are all wearing the same look Tobias has. Tight jaws, narrowed eyes. Silent fury simmering just under the surface. "How do the Elites keep their clothes when they shift?" I ask Tobias, trying to break the tension. "When they join the force, they're given a special magical tattoo," he explains, his voice clipped. "Part of the enchantment prevents their clothes from tearing during a shift."

Torin had told him about the fight through the mind link, and all he'd said was that Dearon hadn't exactly taken the news well… Shit. I couldn't think about him right now. I had to think about the bulky warrior standing in front of me. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, exposing the carved muscles of his chest and abdomen. He remained in his loose, linen pants, but dropped off his shoes, readying himself to shift.

Tori's POV I had seen him shirtless before, so somehow I thought I would be prepared to see him shirtless again, but nothing could prepare me for this. I stared at him for what felt like hours, looking at his perfectly sculpted muscles, the water dripping down them slowly, his hair still wet from his trip to the shower as he dried it with a towel. “If you keep staring at me like that, I would be forced to kick you out of the room. Perhaps you would sleep at the bar or something,” he said.

Toshani shivered, even though they were standing in front of the fire. She felt his hand going around her unfastening her wet cloak. "What are you doing?" She asked, startled. "I think we should get out of these wet clothes, you will catch a cold, Toshani, " Rudra said while removing her cloak, he spread it out on a rock. Then proceeded to remove his cloak and started unbuttoning his wet shirt. Her eyes grew wide, as his perfect abs were revealed one by one. She turned away, trying her best not to look at him. He smirked, confident about the way he looked.

I smiled and placed my small sized hands on his. He seemed startled by my gesture and quickly pulled away. I eventually crashed to the ground and became a breathing mess. He growled . He was probably angry. "I'm sorry" I managed to croak. I don't know why I said it but I just did. He looked at me and I looked at him. I then noticed that he was shirtless. Wrong timing I watched how his muscles flexed without doing doing a single thing. He had tattoos on his upper right arm and his hair was tousled brown

His pants. They fell away with tugs and pulls, leaving only heat and bare skin behind. We broke apart so Teslo could roll on a condom, and my mouth dried at the sight before me. I’d seen him shirtless before, but this was different somehow. His body was sculpted with such perfection I half expected to find Michelangelo’s signature lurking on one of his chiselled abs. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. Bronzed skin and a faint dusting of black hair that tapered down to…

It was where I had left it before I fell asleep—drowned by the cream waves of my tousled bed sheets. Tobi doesn't strip down, even though he is half drenched. He is still in that his brown and black 50-over-50 woven sweatshirt with orange stripes at its shoulder, that makes him resemble a homeless person. His hair is in a disarray, in small tight curls like locks. It adds more realism to the homeless-person effect. His watch contrasts with the persona though. It has caught the light firmly between its silver-metallic gray links, shining and glinting.