Rengoku Shirtless Novels & Stories

Finally feeling somewhat brave again, Lena spoke. "I want to see you too," she whispered. Renz was motionless for a few moments, but then he stood up on his knees. Lena watched him as he began to undress, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling off his shirt and vest. She felt wetness begin to pool between her legs as more of his Olympic body came into view. Despite the slightly awkward position, Renz slipped off his trousers in a single fluid motion. His large, veined cock sprung free, aggressively positioned directly towards her, and Lena moistened her lips in anticipation.

"If I hadn't claimed you, Andreas would have you in a trunk right now. Driving you straight to Kyros." "It's a lie," I insist. "It's just for show. Tell me it's just for show." He doesn't answer. He reaches for the hem of his t-shirt. "What are you doing?" I take a step back. "I'm wet," he says flatly. "And so are you. Unless you want pneumonia to finish what the Reapers started, take your clothes off." He pulls the shirt over his head. My breath catches in my throat. I’ve seen men shirtless. I was married for two years. But Nikos was soft. Doughy from good living and laziness.

There he was—Ronan. He leaned casually against the front entrance, an embodiment of danger draped in sleek sophistication. Clad in his signature dark attire, he exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore. The fitted black shirt clung to his broad chest, outlining muscles honed to perfection, while tailored slacks accentuated the powerful lines of his frame. The jacket that hung effortlessly from his shoulders was more than just an article of clothing—it was a declaration of his authority, a shield that didn’t soften his menacing presence.

“Hey, stop that! Stop that right now!” Even Misa looks disturbed. Rei doesn’t listen. “None of you know anything! None of you!”. She rips off the last two buttons and pulls off her shirt. “Because I have to be the bad one while all of you act like the good guys!”. “Put your shirt back on”. Miyamura orders in disgust. “No. Not till you see that you know nothing”. She swiftly unhooks her bra and throws it to the floor. Riko stares at her in shock, while Miyamura looks away with a hiss. Rei stands there, bare-chested, and…flat.

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.

It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep. “If I have to dress up in a kimono, you three need to get a uniform like grandpa’s.” Riko teased. “Only if we can get and use the handcuffs too.” I winked. My brothers laughed while our girl blushed. She’s still shy about some things, but we all know our girl is kinky as fuck when she wants to be. “Awe, this picture is so sweet.” Riko glossed over my comment to gush over the next picture.

"I'm not wearing a dress to a battle." "It's a festival not a battle." "It's both and you know it." I found black jeans and a dark red shirt that wouldn't show blood. "Joanna is going to be there, probably wearing my face, we need to be ready." Ryker walked in shirtless showing off the four black scars on his back, they looked like war paint. "Anna's right, we dress for war not for a party." "Fine but at least wear this," Ronald held up a silver necklace with the Silverfang pack symbol. "It's spelled to protect against glamour magic, if Joanna tries to disguise herself as you this will glow."

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

“That’s it! I’m not going.” Rhyon looked over from the television on the wall of the sitting area in the room. He had changed already and much like his brother, he was dressed to kill. He had on a midnight blue silk shirt, buttons undone halfway down and shirt sleeves rolled up showing off his tattoos as well. His black dress pants fit him just as perfect as his brother. He stood up and walked into the closet. He came back out with a sheer green mini dress and handed it to me. “Put this on.”

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.