Naruto Shirtless Novels & Stories

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

for this hunger we both felt? I'm all naked, thanks to Nathan. In as much as I feel inexperienced, I won't let it bother me tonight. I tugged at his shirt as the suit jacket had already been taken off a while ago. He was bare chested now, with just his trousers on. My gaze rested on them and I crouched down to help with the zipper. Pulling it off with outright urgency, he quickly step out of them when it fell to the ground, just below his ankle.

But Nate was right there when I emerged, standing at the edge like he materialized from the shadows, shirtless and holding a cold beer that sweated in the night air. His ripped torso gleamed under the moonlight, every ridge of his abs defined, the tattoos on his left chest and upper arm twisting like dark vines over taut muscle. My heart slammed against my ribs, pulse roaring in my ears. I forced a sassy mask over the panic, crossing my arms under my chest to hide how my nipples perked at the sight of him. “What the hell are you doing here?” I shot, voice laced with attitude to cover the way my core clenched.

He tried to chase after me, but finally gave up after a while. "Damn, you’re fast," he said. We walked back to the forest border and I shifted back, quickly putting my t-shirt on. My t-shirt got soaked as well, so it clung to my body as a tight dress leaving nothing to the imagination. I didn’t notice at first until I saw Kenzo staring at me. I put my arm across my chest swiftly, noticing he was only wearing a pair of training shorts. His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other.

Nandita said and Naresh shook his head. ~~~~~ "WTH!" "Why are you shirtless again?" Adrita asked, eyeing him.

All four men are shirtless, and it’s really, really hot. I stretch my hands to pick a chicken wing. It's really tasty. Yum yum. But it's still hot. I fan myself. Sweat is already rolling down from my forehead. This is so embarrassing. Why am I so nervous? They are just four dudes. Okay, FOUR SINFULLY hot dudes! Still, no one's touching you. Put yourself together, Maya. I wiggle the collar of my shirt to get some air on my body. I should get rid of this shirt I'm wearing afterall I have a tiny top underneath. But it's going to look weird undressing in front of them.

I asked. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. Everyone was waiting for the veteran to make the call. Nathan did not answer away. He reached up with his scarred fingers and grabbed the zipper of his team jacket. With one motion, he pulled it down, letting the heavy fabric fall away from his shoulders. He stood there in his Under Armour shirt. Then, he reached for his gray practice jersey. He pulled it over his head, his face hidden for a second beneath the mesh, before he ripped it off completely and threw it down onto the rubber mat.

- He said. Being that the shirt of his uniform still had the great emblem of his house in which it looked like a large and prominent alchemical symbol, in which it was only with shirts that it symbolized the great symbology of the Arabic language and nothing else covered it other than that Tsuki Miki was the only one completely naked. "I don't want." He tried to say, but was only met by demanding lips and a struggle between wills and dominance of tongues that fought inside their mouths. With the two fingers in his anus going in and out he was greeted with a mixture of heat and coolness.

he teased with a grin. I rolled my eyes. It seemed like his mood had shifted back, and he was joking around again. I didn’t respond. Instead, I walked to his closet and picked out some clothes I could wear. He didn’t complain about it. He didn’t bother me further, so I was able to shower in peace. I chose an oversize T-shirt with a Naruto print and a pair of black shorts. I couldn’t help but shake my head at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. His T-shirt was so big on me that it looked like a dress. I chuckled softly at his childish side—Naruto was his favorite, and I didn’t expect him to still wear shirts like that. When I stepped out, I found him sitting on the bed as if waiting for me