Tengen Shirtless Novels & Stories

I was just waiting for him to notice me, but it was like he didn't care, or he wasn't bothered, but I need this thing to work out tonight, and I need it to work quickly. Thane went straight to his bed, and laid on it. He was looking around still, and his eyes wandered to me. “Why are you looking at me?” Thane asked, and I responded by doing just one thing. I removed my shirt. I could see his eyes widen, and his brows furrowed into a frown, staring at my bare chest with no boobs on it. I was wearing a fake abs compression shirt, but it blended perfectly with my skin, that if you weren't looking too close, you wouldn't notice. It made my stomach look flat without abs, and that made it even mor

He unbuttoned his shirt and was shirtless. "Why are you undressing?!" Beth screamed now frantically. Logan finally laughed, he seemed to be deliberately scaring Beth. "Stiflingly hot in here..." His answer was short, he had taken off his shirt and was now taking off his trousers. "There's Air conditioner" "I'm hot because of my passion!" Reply to Logan again. Beth immediately hugged herself, forming a cross with her hands over her chest. "Don't ever think...about that!!" "For your information... it is sound-proof here!" Continued Logan. He laughed, but the shirtless figure in only his briefs strolled casually into his closet. Beth could see Logan's ass was quite big, but it wasn't muscular.

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.

Mads and I always wear spaghetti strap shirts when we’re holding him, and Tyson just takes his own shirt off. It was hilarious when we first figured out that he likes skin so much, Tyson walking around the packhouse shirtless. Granted no one said anything to him about it, but I had the hardest time not whisking him away for sexy time. I mean, all his sexy muscles were on full display, how could I resist indulging in all that man? My man, my mate, is the epitome of sexiness and I still can’t get enough of him.

“Do whatever you want!” Theon’s brows lifted. Then without hesitation, he pulled the soaked shirt off completely. Lena instantly looked away. But unfortunately… Her eyes kept drifting back against her will. And that was a mistake. Because seeing Theon shirtless was very different from imagining it. He looked lean whenever he wore clothes. But without them… The definition beneath became obvious. His shoulders. His arms. The subtle flex of muscle whenever he moved. Not overly bulky, but strong. And dangerously so. Lena swallowed hard. Her traitorous eyes drifted lower again.

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

My unfinished story. He​ stood‌ there shirt​less, wear⁠ing o​nly a pair of b⁠aggy jeans t‍hat rested⁠ on his hips.⁠ His biceps w​ere⁠ hard, glistening as if h​e’d just finish‍ed an i⁠n⁠tens​e workout. His‌ abs—thos​e same abs I once ran my hands across—were righ‍t t​here. R​eal.‍ Cl⁠ose. To⁠o close.

It is a good thing that he didn't shut me out instead he went along with the conversation. "Things that are personal, like your favorite food." I replied him. He pulled the shirt off his body and my mouth instantly opened and refused to close. It was the first time i saw him shirtless, his body was a perfect art. There was tons of tattos on his body, some were draw while some were written. One of them especially catches my attention. 'ţһє sţяєňɢţһ ı Ԁєsєяνє'

Now I had an answer – well sort of. His beach lightened blonde hair hung in a stringy mess around his shoulders, getting tangled in the beaded necklaces which were strung around his neck as if they made him look cooler. He stood shirtless, showing off his tattoos – one of which was a dragon who’s tail disappeared into his board shorts (I didn’t even want to guess where it ended up) and he wore a pair of sunglasses even though the sun was starting to set and we were standing in Josh’s uncle’s double garage.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I catch sight of Warren standing there, shirtless and glistening with sweat, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine cover. His tan abs are practically gleaming in the dim light, and I notice how his baggy cargo jeans with straps that wrap around his shoulders, cling to his hips in all the right places, emphasizing his perfect V-line. His black hair is styled to perfection, but a stray strand falls across his forehead, making him look even more disheveled and irresistible.