Aizawa Shirtless Novels & Stories

“That wouldn't be called proper bathing, would it? Having a cloth on you when you bathe is not a proper thing to do. You also have to clean that place.” Her face reddened the more. How come he isn't embarrassed? Well, she almost forgot that this was the almighty Marcel Wilson. Embarrassment was not in his dictionary. He was the most shameless person that she had come across with. How could anyone be this shameless? “Do I really have to take it off?” “You don't want to show me how bold you are. Oh, I forgot, you are the all so shy Iza.” It seems that that hit her and she frowned before hooking her hands on her underwear and taking them off.

Instead, I focused on removing his coat, but when I stared at his dress shirt, I knew I had to unbutton it. Every. Single. Button. I mean, he wouldn’t mind, right? I am already used to seeing his majestic abs every day because we train. He is always topless or sometimes in a sando when we fight. But no, never in my wildest dreams would I do it. The removal. Why does it sound like a dramatic title? I shook my head and gulped intensely. Be professional, Minerva. It’s not like you are molesting him or something. You are just helping him out.

This was a club and all kinds of things happened in the club, this was little compared to the actual things that happened and I know Ayita was aware of it since she worked at a club now. “You must have enjoyed yourself zayn” Romero’s voice filtered into my ears again and I nodded but my eyes were still on Ayita. Now or then, Romero would run his hand through her bare back and I could see her cringe. Was she trying to act like a saint in front of me? “You” I gestured to her and she froze. “Me?” Ayita wanted to be sure I was talking to her. “Yes, you with the blue strapless dress” part of her cleavage was exposed and she tried covering it but it was no use, I had already seen what I wanted to.

How dare he change her clothes without her permission? “You are awake.” Sharply, she turned on her heels and her breath hitched when she saw Kaizen standing in front of her, shirtless with a steaming mug. Shamelessly, her eyes sweep his body over. His broad shoulders led to a sculpted chest. His arms were strong and toned, veins subtlety visible beneath his sun kissed skin, hinting at the strength she knew he possessed. The slight curve of his waist gave him an alluring silhouette that she couldn’t ignore.

I know I'm going to freeze to death as soon as I get out of here, but it's all I have. I remove the towel from my hair to put it back in the locker and turn to leave the locker room. Holy shit. I let out a cry and was startled. Azael is leaning against the doorframe of the girls' locker room, shirtless. Deep breath. Wait, is that nipple piercing?

I don't want to follow him and then the swimsuit I'm wearing suits me. it's a two piece swimsuit in blue and I love the designs. I frowned to see him still lying at the door where their swimming pool was near. He looks like he's guarding the door from me! its just serious face and waiting for me to change. I have no choice, I just want to take a bath and enjoy. I wore a Lose shirt and a short shorts from Ayumi's wardrobe. I went downstairs he was still there at the door and leaning back, he also crossed his arms and the gaze was on me.

My shirt slipped down from my body, revealing the red, hot bra I wore for the job at the strip club later tonight. “Woah!” Azeil’s eyes lit up when he saw my almost naked upper side, as I slowly started to unbuckle my belt, tracing my fingers sexily on my waist. I felt shy and turned my back toward him. From time to time, I peeked at him to see his reaction.

Linda didn’t push. She just hummed softly and leaned back. “Sure,” she said. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” They saw him before he saw them. Or at least—that’s what Estella thought. Aizen stood a few meters away near the escalator, dressed casually for once. No suit. No tie. Just a dark shirt, sleeves rolled slightly, and that same composed posture that never seemed to leave him. Beside him stood a young woman. Bright. Effortlessly beautiful.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

"If you don't undress me, we won't be able to start. Or... do you prefer if I keep my clothes on?" After hearing Arai's question, Zaha shook his head quickly, and for some reason looked innocent too. "Alright," Arai pulled Zaha so that the man lay down, and now it was her turn on top of him. Arai pressed Zaha's upright hard object under her crotch and began to open her red dress. Zaha's breath became so thin at the sight of Arai's body that began to appear clearly in front of his eyes. Starting from Arai's slender waist and her navel, Arai continued to pull her dress up until both of her breasts were fully exposed.