Tengen Uzui Shirtless Novels & Stories

he explained, staring down at me with a soft smile etched on his face. “Oh yeah, right,” I groaned, pulling myself off the couch. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, to take a quick soak. I didn’t even bother to wash my hair. I only strengthen it. I slipped into some baggy jeans, paired with a black unisex softstyle t-shirt that says “BE THE KINKY VERSION OF YOU” and my limited edition Jordans. Julian wore a white, fitting T-shirt and some gray sweatpants with it, and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so good without any effort whatsoever.

I muttered loud enough for him to hear “wow I like this one. It's unisex I think. Black with white writings” he said and showed me a nice T-shirt. I smiled, I like it already “if you continue standing there the sushi place would close before we leave here” I walked to him and collected the T-shirt “I like it;” I said “me too” “you said it's unisex right?” I asked looking at the shirt “yeah” he answered “then get one for yourself too” I stated and he looked at me like he didn't understand what I just said .

His trousers were an abomination. His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on. It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest. The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence for anyone to wear.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

He finally left the thought of sleeping and then took the relaxing bath. He came out looking all fresh like a flower, he wore black cotton jeans and wore plain black shirt but didn't buttoned it then he half dried his hair with towel. He was looking so sexy in those after shower messy hair and his visible bare front from unbuttoned shirt would turn anyone on.

Could it be that he wasn’t worried of her, the disgrace of the Suzaku clan defaming their lofty and magnificent image? As she attempted to figure out the answer with distrust, Taka once again arrived at the main room where she’d once played a small role. This time, there was an extra seat next to Ryu with a person wearing a pure white cloth. A piece of light blue silk fabric was rolled at the edges of the person’s sleeves, and a few designs using silver-coloured thread were adorned on the pure white clothing. It was frugal, yet maintained a sense of delicateness. On that peerlessly handsome face, was a faint smile that could make people feel comfortable, and a pair of eyes that carried a smi

TJ stood looking at her with a smile, he looked charming and that smile made him look boyish, a few strands of hair fell across his face, he wore a black jean and a black shirt paired with an ivory colored jacket, he did look dashing and any girl would be smitten by him, but not Mahira “What the hell are you doing here?’ she frowned at him, she didn’t like having men at her place except Tazz, she had already told him to refrain from coming here, yet he stood there towering over her

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

“What is it?” He shrugged, already walking over to a table lined with brushes. “Still figuring it out.” Then, without warning, he reached behind him and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was no big deal. Except it was. A big big deal. I blinked. Twice. The last time I was in here, he’d been in his black hoodie and ripped jeans. Now? Shirtless Zade was a thing. Defined arms, lean but strong torso, and tattoos. Ink bloomed over his shoulder, winding down his back like smoke. Black and sharp and beautiful. I didn’t know what any of the symbols meant, but I wanted to trace them with my fingers.

I replied stunned. -BACK TO PRESENT TIME- Shit this mini Versace shirt dress is uber short, it’s white, gold & black and very cute. But it looks like I’m just wearing one of his buttonup shirts and it barely reaches mid-thigh to cover my goodies. And these lace crotchless undies he insisted I wear ain’t helping, ugh. He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts.