Vegeta Shirtless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he ordered, stepping back to watch. His shirt was unbuttoned now, revealing a chiseled torso etched with tattoos: serpents coiling around his pecs, symbols of power inked across his abs. He was built like a weapon, every muscle honed from years in this brutal life. My fingers shook as I peeled off my blouse, letting it fall. The bra followed, my breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the cool air. I shimmied out of the skirt, standing naked before him, vulnerable yet empowered by his hungry gaze.

"Damn how come I didn't realize earlier.My touch produces current?" Drax frowns, looking at his hands like he has never seen them before. "What nonsense are you upto?" I exclaimed in both confusion and annoyance. "I mean it has to be the case for you to react like that" He backs off, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket.A soft cream color shirt with half the buttons undone, leaving his chest and the abs for the show. Why bother wearing it when he can't even button his shirt? Roam around shirtless instead.

"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.

He gives her a dap and a bro-hug. "It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." I think. He's shirtless, in nothing but grey camo knickers, the white waistband of his underwear peeking through to say hello. Amanda doesn't even flinch, she returns the hug as if she hugs sweaty boys for a living. Then finally, it's my turn.

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!"