Giyuu Shirtless Novels & Stories

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

I say, and it almost sounds true. “Not a very satisfactory answer,” First Guy says, taking off his shirt and hurling it somewhere. My jaw drops at his physique. He is ripped, and the bulge in his pants is sizable. I swallow hard and stare at him like he’s my next meal. He unzips his pants, exposing his cock to me as the pants slide down his muscular thighs all the way to his ankles. “Talk if you want a taste of this.”

Judy’s POV Gavin was shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. I stared at his incredible body, my mouth nearly watering at the sight of his glistening abs. Glistening because he was coated in sweat, indicating that he’d been here for a while working out. When my eyes gazed up at his form, I saw that he had a towel wrapped around his shoulders, collecting the sweat off the back of his neck. My eyes found his and I saw the confusion and slight glitter of rage in his eyes.

Hae Mina gave him a nod then unzipped the jacket and let it relax around her torso. "Looks good," Rhee Min-Jun complimented. Hae Mina hid her blush. It was odd to be complemented and even odder to be complemented by someone who had no idea she was a girl. The others agreed, but Hae Mina was too busy examining them to notice their comments. Rhee Min-Jun was in his usual style, but the cloth was all black. Hae Mina had never seen him in such clothes. Jeremy wore a black jean jacket and black jeans. Cass wore a style much like Rhee Min-Jun's, only he had a red tie. Yang Dae-Su wore black jeans and a black jean open jacket. Underneath he wore a tight black muscle shirt. All wore the finger-less

He was standing near the bar with Quinton and two of his teammates that lived here in Kingmoore Court—Ian and Anthony—a bottle of ice water in his hand. Unlike most people here who were wearing shorts, bikinis, and trunks, Zaire Gibson looked like he stepped right out of a damn fashion magazine. One thing about him—he knew how to dress himself. His drip was always top tier. His red-tipped dreads were tied behind his head , a stray one casually falling on the side of his face. I bit my lip, unable to understand how someone could be so effortlessly handsome. He was wearing a tight white tank top and a short sleeved casual blue cropped shirt. Baggy light blue jorts , white socks, and a pair of

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes drawn to him as he stepped inside. Liam was dressed in a fitted navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and well-defined arms. The sleeves of the shirt were slightly rolled up, showcasing his toned biceps, which seemed to ripple with every movement. He paired the shirt with dark jeans that fit him perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, allowing for ease of movement while still looking effortlessly stylish.

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.

Ryuu said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter. That’s when I finally noticed what he was wearing. Gone was his usual suit and tie, replaced by something much more casual—an unbuttoned blue shirt over a white T-shirt. He looked so... normal. It was strange, seeing him like this, stripped of the polished, untouchable image of the feared mafioso. The way his forearms flexed naturally as he crossed them, the contrast of the deep blue against his sun-kissed skin and dark hair—how had I not noticed earlier? I cleared my throat, heat creeping up my neck. "And if he does show up… will you meet with him?"

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Jeans and a white t-shirt. "You need something better than old raggedy jeans and this t-shirt is horrendous," he points to the row of clothes and instructs the shop assistant to fetch them for me to try. He offers me a whole rack of limited edition glittery shoes and boots. "No thanks. I don't like glittery things." "Aw, that's too bad. The shinier the better," Giulio pouts. "They hurt my eyes and I'm not narcissistic." "Are you admitting I'm handsome?" Giulio pokes his cheeks and beams at me. I shake my head, flipping him off.