Niall Horan Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

Nothing. Serena jerked up, seeing Nathaniel climb into bed without a shirt. She reacted, “What are you doing?” “What?” he asked, yawning. Nathaniel lay on his side, head propped on his fist. Without sheets, the way his pajama waistband sat low on his hips was impossible to miss, the dark edge of his underwear visible beneath it. It only made his broad chest and toned abdomen harder to ignore. “You need to wear a shirt,” she said.

“Oh my God.” “In my defense, he was shirtless.” Nina stared at me. “I don’t have a second defense.”

He made a lot of followers out of this, had fan pages which consisted mainly of fangirls who were crazy about him. Pictures from the photoshoot also shook the internet. Girls, particularly were going crazy over Liam. The pictures of him that trended the most were the ones which he had taken shirtless, revealing his six packs, abs and all. He had worn only a pair of black trousers that dropped down his waist, revealing his powerful, aesthetical V-line and a slight bulge underneath his pants.

Declan stood in front of a floor length mirror in black slacks, a deep green silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the ink on his chest, and a long dark coat that made him look like a Scottish villain from a mafia romance novel. Cat let out a sinful groan. "Jesus fucking Christ." "Aye?" he smirked. "Like what ye see, lass?" "I'd climb you like a jungle gym," she deadpanned. Meanwhile, Callum looked so hot in his navy fitted suit I almost accidentally walked into traffic. Keiran was in a cashmere turtleneck and tailored trousers, looking like he owned the company we were shopping in. Niall, surprisingly, pulled off streetwear with high end sneakers and a black bomber jacket. Rory looked li

He shot a glance toward the ring, then at me, his calculating eyes lingering a second too long before he went back to the others. Finally, the two stepped out into the center. Horace moved with that expression I knew so well. He stripped off his outer shirt, tossing it to the side. The simple undershirt underneath clung to his chest and arms, showing off the hard lines of muscle. The light flickered over his skin, highlighting the path I loved tracing with my fingers. He looked focused, jaw set, eyes locked on Harold but not aggressive. Just ready. Harold, on the other hand, grinned wider, clearly loving the attention. He rolled his shoulders dramatically, cracking his neck like he was putti

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

Nollace was taking off his shirt, and it was only then Daisie realized that he was ripped. He had a lean, toned body. His muscles were not particularly big, and they all looked well-proportioned. He was the type who looked thin when putting on clothes and muscular after taking off his clothes. What’s more, his v-cut abs were very well-defined. She moved her gaze down, and her face turned red in embarrassment. She quickly turned around and shouted, “How can you suddenly take off your clothes!?”

People can be really fast at times, she thought to herself. "Didn't see that one coming, did we?" She heard Ronan chuckle and as she looked at him, her eyes widened in shock. He was unbottoning his shirt that was completely drenched in water. "What are you doing?" She asked in disbelief. "My shirt's wet." He said doing the last button. "I'm drenched as well. Do you see me removing anything?" She said scornfully. "Well, no one's stopping you." He said removing his shirt. "Go on." He smiled playfully.

Niam said to Finn. Finn was obedient. He went into Niam's room and had a long refreshing bath. After that, he returned to the room where he picked a white shirt from Niam's wardrobe. "Is this okay?" Finn asked with a slight frown on his face. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but wonder if this was right. The shirt was bigger than him, and the collar had dropped down his shoulder, revealing a large expanse of his neck and chest, almost revealing his pink nipples.

The sight was enough to melt me on the spot. The room was dim, the only light coming from a flickering neon beer sign on the wall. Nolan was sprawled across the bed, his long legs hanging off the edge. He was shirtless, his tanned skin glowing in the low light, showing off the hard ridges of his abs and the ink on his forearms. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger briefs, and my eyes traitorously dropped to how huge he looked in that tight fabric.