Vegeta Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Now, I can admire you properly." Astra heaved before she took in her mate. He was shirtless, his pectorals and arms bulging from too much training as dark purple vein marks were scattered just below his eight-packed abs. The veins disappeared into the front of his pants which were stained with her wetness and she knew where those veins ended. The lines of thick blood were purple-red all over his cock but took the color of his skin when the veins got to his thighs.

Not this. As Eva was about to pull the bralette, he stopped her. "Put your clothes on" "What?!!" She asked confused "Why are you wearing that?" He asked pointing to her breasts Eva's faced burned with embarrassment. "Because I like it. Besides ladybug is my favourite cartoon character" she said felling shy. He shook his head helplessly as he put his shirt back on. "Why are you wearing your shirt?...I thought we.." "Do you want to break in half?" He cut Eva off

He said and I nodded. "What happened to your clothes?" He asked. "I lost it when I was fighting off those men, so one of the worker's that had a spare clothe offered to give me this," I said everything because I knew he was going to keep on asking questions. He pulled off his shirt and remained with his white singlets and a cross hanging on his chest. His nipples poked on the material. His muscles were more toned and the singlet hugged his body revealing his abs. I looked away as my thoughts were going else where.

"An omega on the elite roster? Is the Council joking?" I ignored them, keeping my eyes fixed on the center mat. Standing at the edge of the grid, his hands tucked rigidly behind his back, was Creed. He had shed his tailored business suit for a sleeveless black tactical compression shirt that showed off the massive, scarred expanse of his shoulders.

She challenged him while not looking. “Sure,” Von answered and smirked, taking off his hand from hiding inside his pocket. Without hesitation, Astrid’s eyes widened because Von took off his soldier outfit. Even though Astrid couldn’t help but be amazed by his Tan sleeveless shirt with a V-shaped look, she still doesn’t like his attitude. Moreover, he also wears loose black jeans for the lower clothes with a silver chain on his side hips. His biceps and triceps are toned, making him a bit more manly man than Kai.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

I step closer to make sure whatever I am looking is not just a dream but a reality. Shawn with his trousers and a sleeveless loose round neck tee was working in the kitchen probably going to make dinner. I try to get closer bluntly when my eyes widened in horror. He pulls off his tee which was drenched in sweat beads and throws it on a chair. He must have come from a evening walk afterall he is a fitness freak and whenever free loves to have a walk or do exercise.

Eventually, the door clicked open and he reappeared, freshly shaven with his hair washed and combed. The room was instantly enveloped in the revitalizing scent of body wash and what I thought was a moisturizer as he set his clothes down on the vanity mirror beside him. I noticed that he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants but still had the shirt he wore today on. Did Shane forget a T-shirt or something? "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" Ohh…

It was there, in its serene embrace, that I had earlier sliced through the liquid expanse in a desperate bid for freedom from Brock and Grayson’s relentless pursuit. The serene sanctuary beckoned me back, promising a cocoon of solace where I could cleanse myself of the vile residues clinging from the vampire leeches' destruction. With a fluid motion that released pent-up restraint, I peeled the snug, faded t-shirt over my head—a shirt that clung to my curves and skimmed just barely enough fabric over my skin to maintain modesty. My fingers traced along the hem, teasing the fabric upward, revealing the smooth complexion of my belly as the shirt relinquished its grip on my body. The gentle dra

"Tch, what was I thinking!" I threw the towel into the corner of the room, and now I have put on Ozgur's lenin shirt. This shirt is too big, so it makes my body sink. "You look very sexy, Ara." I said, while posing in front of a large mirror. The lenin shirt that I wear only covers my upper thighs, this shirt shows my white thighs a little. This shirt is so thin, that my body is clearly printed. "Fuck underwear!" I'm not even wearing a bra or underwear. "Ozgur, damn it!"