Aizawa Shirtless Novels & Stories

As soon as he caught sight of me, he straightened up, his eyes lighting up with adoration. Clad in black slacks that hugged his frame perfectly, Izan wore a cream-white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a glimpse of a black sweater underneath. His hair, tousled in the gentle breeze, framed his face in an effortlessly charming way. He was the epitome of effortless elegance, and my heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was pure perfection.

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

Please stop existing shirtless behind me? Thankfully, Raven heads toward the bathroom before she embarrasses herself. The second the door shuts behind him, Azzmi leans back against the chair and presses a hand to her chest. Her heartbeat feels violent. Completely unreasonable. Then the bathroom door suddenly cracks open again. A hand appears. And casually drops his boxer briefs onto the floor. Azzmi stares at the abandoned fabric near the doorway in absolute disbelief. “Seriously?” she whispers under her breath. The door closes again.

I whisper yell and everyone scatters around. Alexei looks at me, a mischievous grin on his face as he takes his shirt off. “You said to get to work.” He smirks, he chucks his shoes off and pushes his shorts down, standing in nothing other than just his boxer short. I let my eyes trail down his body, realizing I never took much notice of him.

"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!"

Caught like this. I smirked, tilting my head as I zoomed in on one particular shot. His shirt was unbuttoned, slipping off his shoulders, his expression hazy—completely unaware, completely vulnerable. The dim lighting only made the scene look more damning. And Aisha? She was positioned just right, close enough that the implications were unmistakable. Damn.

Once he had reached the door frame, he turned and bolted for the front door I heard it open and close with a loud bang. “You know he was just joking. Why did you have to be so mean to him?” I looked over at Aziel, who’s eyes had gone a golden-brown color, signaling his wolfs presence. Walking over to the bags I started to dig through them. There were tank tops, yoga pants, pairs of underwear (thongs and regular panties), and a few sports bras. Clearly, they didn’t think I would be doing much other than working out or laying around. At the bottom of one of the bags was a blood red dress, it had spaghetti straps and looked like it would hug every curve of my body. There was a built-in bra and

I'm walking on the sidewalk and freeze at my spot, remember the last time I was out in the forest and came across what had to be wolves! "what are you doing out here!" a voice booms out and I slowly turn around, recognizing his voice immediately. Finding Aziel standing a bit back dressed in only shorts and his muscular body all on display for me to see. I didn't think any man could look that sexy! Muscles on muscles with veins I would love to trace with my fingers all the way over his abs and v line. I try to get a grip on my thought but there is no point when he stands this way in front of me. If he just could put on a shirt and I could stop ogling him.

He gave a slight nod my way. Aoki Goto was of the opposite gender. She was also the one that led us into the room. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and oversized sweatpants. She didn't dress to impress anyone. Most shapeshifters were like that. She had the same features as him. She had straight dark hair as well as lacked color in her eyes. Something I noticed thanks to her lacking any layers in her hair. She lacked style compared to her mate but she made up for it with a welcoming smile. She was plain and had nothing appealing to her as far as I could see. Her figure lacked curves.