Todoroki Shirtless Novels & Stories

My forehead furrowed even more, I was already wearing Thyro's black long sleeve, this is what he wore last night, I smelled his perfume in it as if his scent had already stuck to me. "You're awake now My Shasha, how was your sleep?" I heard his familiar voice ask. My heart was beating so hard that it was disappearing from my chest. I was healed in front of me and our lips almost touched. His two strong arms rested on the bed and he bent down to reach us. I swallowed, my throat was dry and I couldn't even say a word. He's wearing different shorts, white khaki shorts and a white beach polo t-shirt, it's just open and unbuttoned so I can freely see his six abs.

He tried to chase after me, but finally gave up after a while. "Damn, you’re fast," he said. We walked back to the forest border and I shifted back, quickly putting my t-shirt on. My t-shirt got soaked as well, so it clung to my body as a tight dress leaving nothing to the imagination. I didn’t notice at first until I saw Kenzo staring at me. I put my arm across my chest swiftly, noticing he was only wearing a pair of training shorts. His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

“She isn't.” I spun on my heel, my back slamming against the iron bars. Takoda stood anchored at the far end of the narrow corridor, his broad shoulders filling the space. I hadn't detected the scrape of a boot or the shift in the draft to signal his arrival. Neither had Rowan, judging by the way his hand instantly drifted toward his side. Takoda’s heavy leather jacket was gone now, leaving him in a pitch-black tactical shirt with the sleeves rolled once over his forearms, exposing the corded muscle beneath. Damp strands of hair still clung to his temples, but there wasn't a single trace of exhaustion in his posture.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

Then the memory fades and it is gone. I look up and realize he isn't wearing a shirt. Other than when he was covered in mud, I had never seen him shirtless. He has tattoos covering his whole body. His muscular chest and chiseled abs are on full display. He has a huge jagged scar right below his ribs on the left hand side. He stands up making his sweatpants hang low on his hips. I feel myself blush. Of all the werewolves in the world, how did I luck out on this Adonis? I shouldn't say that. I don't know enough about mythology. Adonis could be my cousin or something.

His junk is covered up, but he’s still shirtless, all of that gorgeous toned muscle on display. “Will you put on a shirt?” I ask through gritted teeth. Theo chuckles again- a low, throaty laugh that makes my belly do somersaults. “I mean, I would but…” “But what?” I snap, finally turning to face him. Theo shakes his head, a devilish smile across his face as he reaches one of those burly arms up and rakes his fingers through his hair. “Well you’re holding it.” My eyes fly wide and I look down to find that I’m still clutching that charcoal grey t-shirt tightly in my hands.

I crooned, pressing my palms flat onto his bare chest—it was only then I noted that he was shirtless. My eyes traced the valley between his pectoral muscles, moving down to the hills and ripples of his carved and chiseled abdominal muscles, right up until the V lines which led further down south with a dark sprinkling of hair. I swallowed but my throat had run dry so it felt like ingesting grains of sand. And, when I looked more closely, I realized Jericho only had on a pair of Iron Man boxers. A jovial smile crept onto my face even though my skin flushed from his utter lack of clothing, "Aren't you too old for these?"

“More, please.” Her hands had curled into the fabric of his shirt, and she looked down at the sight of bare flesh, wanting to see more. Sera pushed the shirt to his shoulders before pulling it down one arm. Taking the shirt off his other arm required him withdrawing from her slick heat, and she whimpered at the loss of contact, but was determined to have him laid bare before her. The removal of his shirt yielded a surprise. She stared at the dragon curled lazily on his shoulder and wrapping around his left bicep for a second, mouth agape. “A tattoo? That thing is huge compared to my little fairy, so why were you giving me so much shit?”

“Now you have to change before you freeze out to death.” As I began to strip my shirt off, Jordi immediately turned around as if he hasn’t already seen me naked. Our bodies already had a full conversation last time and now he’s acting like this is his first time seeing me naked. “Why are you turning around, dude?” I asked teasingly. “I don...” “Psh, you’ve already seen my dick. What’s the point in turning around?” “Okay... Fine.” Jordi muttered slowly turning back around. I eventually slipped on the shirt that he gave me and it did fit except that my body looked as if it can’t breathe. Soon after that, I slipped on the clean undergarment and shorts that Jordi gave me.