Shoto Shirtless Novels & Stories

Gripping. "Shit," I whispered, clutching my chest. His chin-length chocolate hair was tousled. He was shirtless with his hard torso on display for my hungry gaze above a pair of red and black, plaid pajama shorts that hung just low enough on his hips to make that V-line mouth-watering. "I didn't know you were home...or shirtless."

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

She was right though, he was a downright pervert, and good god he wasn't ashamed to have such a creative imagination when it came to Seb. "Shush it, if you seen him shirtless then you would understand." The image of Seb in his doorway, shirtless has never left his mind, and he was thankful for that. "You've seen him shirtless? When?" she crossed her arms and fiddled her brows. "Oh, I don't know... the night you took my phone and messaged him, after he left he forgot his movies, and when I went to drop them off he was shirtless. As if he strategically planned it out to show his flawless abs and beautiful arms." Kat rolled her eyes at his description of the man body.

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

he asked as she started to pull at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “I need something to put on the wound to stop the bleeding,” she repeated very patiently. “You're not going to get naked here—” “I'm not!” she exclaimed. “I just need to tear this shirt so... why is this so damn hard to tear? It looks easy in the movies.” He snickered. “Stop. Use this.” And he started to strip his shirt off… his body. “What are you doing?” she asked, very suspiciously. “Use this. It's got blood in my back already, so it doesn’t matter. I have a lot and I can walk shirtless. You can't.”

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

Altansanai took a quick shower and dress up for the grocery shopping which Raymond tricked her to go.She wore a plain white t-shirt with the caption 'Badass bitch' inscribed in a blue print in front of it close to her breast area and a tight, plain ,black jean trouser to match.The shirt was lose-fitted ,hanging away from her body but not enough to hid her enormous breast and her feet coated with a black boot that create a low click at each step she took while her hair was packed in a single ponytail and was allowed to bounce around with each step she took couple with the unisex belt which held tight to the waist of the jean.Her front shirt stuck inside her pants showing the beautiful de

"Why don't you make yourselves comfortable for starters. No one will need clothes for what we're about to do?" They started to remove their clothes, Phil more eagerly than Sharon. Phil was pretty normal, average height, average weight, average cock, nothing I need worry about having in my ass. Sharon was perhaps a bit plump, not fat by any stretch, but with a few added pounds. She looked fit and athletic otherwise, spending much of her time on her feet. "I'm sorry I'm not prettier," she said, as the last of her clothes came off.