Todoroki Shirtless Novels & Stories

“What is it?” He shrugged, already walking over to a table lined with brushes. “Still figuring it out.” Then, without warning, he reached behind him and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was no big deal. Except it was. A big big deal. I blinked. Twice. The last time I was in here, he’d been in his black hoodie and ripped jeans. Now? Shirtless Zade was a thing. Defined arms, lean but strong torso, and tattoos. Ink bloomed over his shoulder, winding down his back like smoke. Black and sharp and beautiful. I didn’t know what any of the symbols meant, but I wanted to trace them with my fingers.

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.

The ground shook slightly. "It's not like I have to get naked," he said. "You can turn around. I'm decent." I did and immediately saw that he was shirtless. The green shirt he was wearing hung in his hand. "Serious?" I asked. "Waiting for me to compliment you on your perfect abs?" Troy smiled big. "You think my abs are perfect?" I blushed again. Then tried to cover it up with a shrug. "They aren't bad." He winked. "That's good enough." He pulled his shirt over his head.

- He said. Being that the shirt of his uniform still had the great emblem of his house in which it looked like a large and prominent alchemical symbol, in which it was only with shirts that it symbolized the great symbology of the Arabic language and nothing else covered it other than that Tsuki Miki was the only one completely naked. "I don't want." He tried to say, but was only met by demanding lips and a struggle between wills and dominance of tongues that fought inside their mouths. With the two fingers in his anus going in and out he was greeted with a mixture of heat and coolness.

"Staring at the face of your f**ker might be a total distraction, so I have no choice but blindfold you" "But... It's gonna be Denzel, right?" She asked, and Toxica smiled again. "Of course, I know how much strong the bond you share is" "Ok... Master" Toyota replied, turning her back on her. Toxica took the red blindfold and covered her eyes with it from behind, tying it in a knot behind her head, so she's completely blindfolded. "Undress" Toxica ordered, and she took off her leather trousers and tight singlet, releasing her medium sized b**bs and @ss.

Pops and cracks were heard as Jai eased the stressed muscles. A door at the end of the hallway opened up and someone came out. It was Torfo. Jai wasn’t interested at first, but something made his eyes widened bit by bit as he took in Torfo’s form. The white haired young man was wearing usual attire of black vest with white adorned shirt underneath, and black pants. But Jai’s focus wasn’t on his attire, but rather the accessory clinging to his neck. That bundle of cloth with blue color that was all too familiar to him.

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.

“If you continue to stay silent like that, I might not let you leave. But I know we need to eat and get ready for the Luna Games.” At the mention of that does Tori instantly pull away. The warmth of his body against mine now gone as Tori scurries out of bed. Tori now in a panic as he attempts to get ready. Having brought over tight fitting clothes such as shorts and shirt that I almost miss how well they cling to him like that of a second skin. The shorts made from a breathable spandex that hugged him where needed so he could fight without being caught against something sharp. The shirt made of the same material as it hugged his toned chest and lean muscles for while Tori wasn’t overly muscl

I whispered when we broke apart, my lips tingling. He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Good. I want you breathless for me.” His fingers trailed down my arms, then to the zipper of my dress. Slowly, he pulled it down, the fabric whispering as it pooled at my feet. I stood in my lace underwear, vulnerable under his gaze. Tovi's eyes roamed over me, darkening with hunger. “Every curve of you is perfect. I could worship this body all night.” He shrugged off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chest broad and chiseled, dusted with fine hair that led down to defined abs. His arms were thick, veins prominent from what must be disciplined workouts.

I remember that place explicitly, and I couldn't squash the desire to see it again. Out of self-preservation, I forced my eyes to move upward, hoping to find something to settle on while I got myself under control. However, Tohr had chosen to once again not wear a shirt. Which apparently was one of the most popular choices among the men in his clan. Yet, no one else looked like the King. His intricately scaled skin led the way up his chest and made me remember how soft it was under my fingers. The dark pants and vibrate golden-green skin brought attention to his long blond hair that he had taken out of its ties and allowed to flow around his shoulders.