Todoroki Shirtless Novels & Stories

Zelena. Gunner pulled me around and into his arms. He crouched down to look into my eyes and cupped my face. “She tried to hurt you, she’s lucky I didn’t kill her”. He kissed my lips and wrapped his arms around my shoulders bringing me into his chest. Someone clearing their throat behind me broke our hug. I turned to see Tobias back in human form, wearing only a pair of blue basketball shorts. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing that sculpted V shape like Smith has, only his dark skin made his eight pack and hairless chest more defined.

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?”

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.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

"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.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

It turned into an awkward half-hug. Pulling back, my eyes immediately found Levi, and everything else faded away for a moment. God, he was sexy even without the usual sharp tailored fabrics that fit him like they were made for him—which they most likely were. My man wore a plain white T-shirt that had clearly seen better days, now adorned with streaks and splashes of paint that told the tale of his inexperience. The fabric clung to him, just enough to highlight the strength beneath it, and the sleeves slid slightly around his arms as he moved.

"Maybe we should also be that transfer student too, just to see how the mouse wil-" **** "Takeshi please from next time pay attention when you are running down from the stairs," Koishi said following behind Takeshi who has changed into the spare clothes Koishi. He can smell the scent of the lily flowers and detergent from the long sleeves t-shirt with the anime print over it and black shorts. With his knees patched along with the bandage upon the knuckles bruise over the left side of his eyes. Cut over the coner of his lips which almost solen.

I was about to go over and help when Rider grabbed hold of my arm and stopped me. “Put this on first,” he growled while shoving a T-shirt in my face. Fucking guy, what was his problem? Nudity wasn’t a big deal amongst werewolves, and on top of that, half the people present were naked, including him. Even though I wanted to tell him to shove his shirt up his ass, now wasn’t the time for us to argue. I ripped the shirt from his hands and slipped it on before making my way over to the injured warriors.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.