Naruto Shirtless Novels & Stories

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Sometimes it would even be as different as how they dress. For example: their pack was the only one who wore kimonos to prominent events. Shiro wore a simple black one. There was no need to have intricate designs or artwork. That would distract them from the things he needed to say. His hair went to his lower back when it was down. He got it from his mother and grandfather. It was as black as night and as straight as the wooden boards on the ground. He had put it up in a simple ponytail, allowing it to lie on his neck and blend in with his dark outfit. The only thing that stood out against his clothing was a necklace that his grandfather had given him. It was a red medallion that rested on h

Once I made my intentions known, it's like a bomb went off. Nate removes his shirt from his arms, his warmth radiating off his body, warming me up. He wraps his arms around me, reaching behind and hooking his fingers in the sides of my shirt, pulling gently up and over my head. He discards it to the floor with a soft muffled thump, leaving me exposed in my black fabric bralette. He glances down at my exposed body and growls lowly and possessively, making shivers run through my whole body and being.

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

Jai’s smirk stretched wider. The crowd suddenly became louder and it irked Jai a bit. “They’re so loud…” Ruhan turned around to see, “They’re rooting for you. Shouldn’t you be excited?” “Yeah… But, I kinda feel weird. They’re shouting my name maniacally that I thought they will rip my shirt off.” Ruhan frowned, “But you’re not wearing any shirt, Jai.” Jai blinked. Then he looked down and saw his own bare chest. Jai’s eye twitched, "Damn it. I forgot to put on some clothes."

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

I asked with a scoff. "I'll do it," he replied, his breathing picked up. He took off his shirt. He got on his feet and took off his trousers. I stare at him. As soon as he was completely naked, I couldn't help but stare at him. He covers his body from my view. His hair covers his whole face like a Japanese BL actor. Cute. "You look good this way," I said. "Won't you help me get undressed?" I asked. He looks up at me.

Naked? The word suddenly makes her nauseous and she immediately peeks and checks her own condition. Naara's clothes are still intact like last night, there is nothing for her to worry about. The girl doesn't overreact by screaming like last night when she saw Aderaldo shirtless. Now she can control herself so as not to overreact Slowly, Naara pushes aside the thick blanket that covers Aderaldo's half body. The girl wants to make sure nothing happened last night. When she is about to lift and peek a little at the blanket, Naara's body sways due to a sudden pull on her waist.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.