Tengen Uzui Shirtless Novels & Stories

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

Liz had forgone putting her top back on—claiming it was too sweaty—and opted just to wait in her sports bra and tight leggings. Since my tank top was sweaty and super smelly too I decided to go shirtless myself, I had plenty of spares in my bag I bought earlier, but I wanted to bask in my improved confidence and show off a little. It seemed my decision was the correct one, because not only did I have more than a few girls check me out, Liz seemed to have a hard time looking me in the eye when we spoke. I was enjoying this far more than I should.

I don’t want to see anyone right now— My eyes flicker to the bath’s doors, and still. Zen stops where he is, likely just coming out after a bath. His hair sticks in every direction, a towel in his hand. He’s already dressed in the lose slacks and shirt he wears to sleep. Although it’s my first time realizing the shirt probably has buttons on the inner side, since right now, it’s more than halfway open, giving view of the sinful cords of muscle underneath, droplets of water travel from his neck to his collarbone and then further down.

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.

He asked leaning against the windowsill slowly undoing his shirt, Tegan followed his fingers licking her lips when he removed it revealing his beautiful perfect body, a stunning six pack, glistening abs and the low slung jeans that did little to hide the growing bulge behind his zip. ‘He, er I oh, wait no, er the Professor .. ‘

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

Pride had always been his greatest weakness. Waiting for us on the tarmac were Fukui and Nitta. The brothers couldn’t have looked more different. Fukui was immaculate—navy blue trousers, a crisp white sleeveless shirt, polished shoes, and a watch that gleamed under the sun. Nitta, on the other hand, looked like he had rolled out of bed five minutes ago. His black sweatpants and scuffed sneakers paired with a gray hoodie did little to hide his unkempt hair.

As he removed his shirt and jeans, leaving only his black briefs on, he felt Min-a's gaze burning through his back. When he turned around holding his cloth bag, he saw him looking at his ass but chose to ignore it. Unzipping the bag, Seung-ho found a white jumpsuit with paint strategically designed to look artsy. Some see-through goggles were attached to the hanger on the inside. “Well, that's conventional,” Min-a muttered, unzipping his own bag to find a similar style. However, he discovered that his outfit had suspenders for the upper body, and there wasn't any shirt included, so his upper half would be bare.

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.

“I do not have nudes, and if I did, I wouldn’t share them. However, we all attended the same martial arts class, so I have shirtless pics, I’m sure.” “I’ll take what I can get.” Pam laughed, taking another swig from the bottle. I was busy swiping through my album, only to stop when I got to the last picture Daisuke had sent me a month before. He thought texting me a sexy pic would turn into something, but I’d been serious when I told him it was a one-time deal. I sighed, looking at the shirtless pic where Daisuke had his hand tugging his jeans down slightly to show that he was eithern’t wearing underwear or had pulled them down to show his skin.