Vegeta T Shirt Novels & Stories

Dios, have mercy. I exhaled sharply and shook my shoulders. "Okay, I'm coming out. Walk 10 steps away from the door," I told her. I waited until I heard her soft footsteps move away. I gripped the door handle and took a deep breath. I pulled the door open before I could change my mind. Kat had changed her shirt, only… "Is that my shirt," I asked in a loud tone, pointing towards the plain black T-shirt. Kat glanced down at the T-shirt and shrugged. On the back of it was the Prestine logo. It was the only T-shirt that they had ever created since they launched and became popular.

Wait, what the hell is Vitali wearing? Dear Gods, at least I have a reason for looking the way I do. He looks like some I*******m model’s personal trainer. He’s dressed in sneakers, black skin-tight athletic leggings, with black athletic shorts over the top. Also a black long-sleeved skin-tight athletic top with a camouflage grey athletic t-shirt over the top of that. He looks ready to do leg presses, not represent the pack. I can’t believe Eric let him leave like this. He could have at least put in some effort. I would have. 'To quote you a moment ago, can we just skip this crap and get to our woman already before I start ripping people apart? Because I’ll do it,' Axel threatens.

I look for a nice shirt, but they are all in the dirty laundry. “It’s just pizza and a movie.” I hold up a long sleeve Motorhead t-shirt. “Do you think this one will be okay?” “Well, if it’s between that and the one with a rat eating a hot dog, then yeah, the band t-shirt is better.” Justice sounds disappointed. “Remember what your mother says about wearing heels?”

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, laughing and joking before leaving. I heard the door close, so I came out of the shower room. I sat on the sink, embarrassed by my own foolishness. I kicked the air in frustration. I looked at what was inside the paper bag he left. There was a T-shirt and shorts with the brand Shien in purple, my favorite color. Next were red underwear and a red bra with the brand Victoria's Secret. I took off the towel and tried on the underwear and they fit me perfectly. The bra fit me just right too. He's really good at choosing.

V GOD! His chest is a-fucking-mazing! I won't be mad if he never wears another shirt. GASPS! O.M.G! Did he really..? "You got my name tattooed on you?!" I excitedly shriek. He has 'MY KEYA' tattooed on his abs in Old English font. Curved kinda like how Tupac has 'Thug Life' tattooed on his abs! Wow he must be really crazy about me! I am starting to fall for this guy, hard!

Those really bother me back then because there was a point that she got stalk and followed by his admirers so I give her my jacket so some of them would stop and believe that she’s already taken. And I can say that it really works though. “here!” she shouted. He was holding a white t-shirt, was that what he was looking for in his bag earlier? “What’s with that?” I said and curiously scanning the shirt. She’s smiling while showing the shirt to me. "TADAAAA !!!" It’s a white oversized shirt, with Apollo’s printed picture, not me Apollo but the real Apollo the god of light. So I frowned a little when I look at her.

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.

Her moan at my assault nearly became my undoing as my dick throbbed eagerly behind the zipper of my own jeans. “Veda, baby take off your pants. You are not excluded from any of this. Athea, sweetie, helps rid her of her shirt. Play with her perk little nipples.” I instructed both of them. Veda wasted no time ripping down her pants and standing before me bare from the waist down. Fuck they were gorgeous.

On his right chest was another one, numerous bullets were scattered as one tattoo. His hair was all messed up but was only adding to him being sexy. The green veins on his body were clearly seen which was the sign of an intense workout. He took out a grey sando which was hung up on an iron prostration from the flaky wall of his room. He wore a sky blue shirt on top and let it remain unbuttoned. He folded the sleeves up as usual till his elbow and put on his dog tagged locket in his neck.