Dabi Shirtless Novels & Stories

"You suddenly appear out of nowhere, Fabian." His eyes were closed, but he maintained his grin. He was wearing a pair of loose polo shorts that exposed his chest and made him look very young and attractive. When I found him he was wearing a pair of damaged navy blue jeans. His knitted bandana matched the color of his denim jacket and pants. This is a look that only he can pull off. This guy is a god!

But how is Mr Altamira related to my Dad and my late grandmother? "No, I've never seen him before. I have never even heard of that name before." I lied. "Okay, one minute……." he brought out his phone from his pocket and searched for only God knows what. Scrolling down his phone he showed me a picture of Adriano shirtless posing for Christan Dior. "This is him." 'Oh my god, he's so hot, he looks very delicious. He looked like a Greek God with those six pack abs and that shiny wavy raven hair.

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

And, like always, he’s shirtless again. Salvador, and like always, a cigarette in his lips. He is easily in the realm of 6’1, onyx of gold for eyes…he is shirtless again. That black serpent of a tattoo is across his back again. Such bulging arms—they look like they could crush walls. Then his chest, it looks as hard as a black rock. For what reason do the abs on his stomach look so strict. They look like they ache, painfully tight and fortunately, they lead into a v-line that would mean his—

“Red means dare. Black is truth. Let’s play.” Kade leaned forward, eyes flicking to the card. “Queen of hearts. Dare, huh?” She smirked. “Alright, tough guy… I dare you to take off your shirt.” He didn’t even blink. Just reached for the hem of his henley, peeled it over his head, and tossed it aside like it was nothing. The firelight caught the lines of him—the broad chest, the muscle carved deep along his stomach, the faint trail of hair leading down beneath the waistband of those damn grey sweatpants. Aria’s throat went dry.

Damien was entering, shirtless, his chest rising and falling heavily from the marathon he had just run. He had cooked, and she had eaten. Now she was seeing him shirtless and couldn’t help but notice his broad shoulders and toned abs. "Relax, Isla. I didn’t pull my shorts down," He teased, strolling to the fridge to help himself with a bottled water. Seeing he was in her face again, Isla turned rotated. "I won’t start with you until you’ve changed. I’m not interested in seeing anything you have to offer," she said, blocking her face from him.

Hands never stop moving, gripping and kneading as if he cannot get enough. My body is pulled upright. Jacket is shoved off in a hurry. “To hell with it,” Diablo growls, tearing my shirt apart. The pieces are thrown aside. My bra is undone moments later with practiced ease. Straps slide off my shoulders. The ruined shirt is gone as he kisses me again. His clothed body presses into my naked skin. Being completely on display for him sends a shiver through me. Those dark eyes drink me in, giving me all of his attention. He steps back, standing in front of the bed, ripping his clothes away as if they offend him. Fabric is tossed aside while my gaze greedily follows every inch revealed. Tattooed c

“For the competition piece… the pose needs to feel real. Raw and sexual. I need to see… everything.” Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Everything?” I nodded, cheeks already burning. “Naked. If you’re comfortable.” He didn’t hesitate. He started unbuttoning his shirt, eyes never leaving mine. Each button revealed more — toned chest, defined abs, the sharp V of his hips disappearing into his trousers. When the shirt hit the floor, my mouth went dry. Then he unbuckled his belt. The sound of leather sliding through metal made my thighs press together.

Kaiden is shirtless, his shirt being used to staunch the blood flowing from his side. I gasp at the scene, "What the hell happened to you?"

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.