Dabi Shirtless Novels & Stories

I couldn't look away as he shrugged off his suit jacket and began to unbutton the shirt. I moaned appreciatively. I was on my knees on the bed and crawling towards him. My hands reached out to touch the taunt muscles and the abs. My hand lingered on the six packs and the v line that led to my happy place. My mouth dried up at the sight before me. “I don't think you should wear a shirt whenever we are at home” I couldn't help but blurt out. Davian threw his head back and laughed, his body moving and trembling against my fingers and I let them inch lower and lower until they were handing on his belt.

Fabian leaned against the doorway shirtless, breathing slightly harder than normal like he had rushed to get there before I changed my mind and walked away. His tattoos crawled over bronzed skin and thick muscle, dark ink wrapping around his shoulders and disappearing down the sharp V of his sweatpants. His hair was slightly damp, pushed back carelessly, and his chest still glistened faintly like he had either just showered or just worked out. Or both. My eyes dipped lower before I could stop them and a violent jolt of heat tore through my lower belly. Abs. Very unfair and hot washboard abs. Fabian noticed immediately and the rogue actually flexed them

She bit her lip and hastily looked away, only to see Darcy taking off his shirt, too. Compared to Sebastian, Darcy wasn’t as bulky, though his muscles were as toned and well-defined as Sebastian’s. His abs were very prominent and caused Sakura’s breath to catch at the back of her throat. Oh God! Another hot, shirtless man. Then Nicolas, Tristan, Logan, Hayden, and, of course, Conrad all took off their shirts. Oh, God, she thought. She hoped they weren’t going to go totally naked in front of her. She was about to run away to save herself from the embarrassment of seeing seven hot men naked when Tristan caught her by the shoulders and said cheekily, “How about a kiss for good luck?”

“What…?” “You may want to get another shirt before you get out of the water, unless you don’t mind showing everything off to all the people watching.” I see a small flash of something in his eyes as he says it, but it comes and goes so quick I thought I imagined it. I look down at myself and my eyes pop, there was barely anything left of my shirt, I was basically skinny dipping with Damien. My cheeks flushed red and said, “That was my only shirt.” Trying to figure my way out of this mess.

All of us contestants had to stand side by side in a row while Alpha Zain addressed us. The man remained shirtless leaving each muscle on his ripped body and his toned six-pack on full display. It didn't take that long for the image to take me back to that night with the alpha, but the reality of our impending challenge, stubborn as it was, found its way to the forefront of my mind.

E L L A S T A N F O R D She leaned back against the door and watched as he reached down his back, grabbed a fistful of his drenched shirt, and pulled it over his head. The bottom of his shirt lifted from the waistband of a pair of worn Levi’s resting low on his hips. It rose up the narrow dark line of hair on his flat, six packs belly. His happy trail circled down his navel then climbed up the ridges of his abdomen. He used it to wipe his face then dropped the shirt on the floor. He stood before her in wet jeans and damp skin. He shook his head like a dog, sending droplets everywhere.

I put a headband on it just so my face pops more, and then I opened the door to Dathan. He looked like the devil's personal gift to me. Dathan wore a complexly patterned shirt, but the buttons were loose, and so the shirt covered nothing really, except his back. He had black pants on, sleek and smooth like it had just come off the ironing table. Worse still for me, Dathan had shaved his overgrown hair. I stood speechless, ogling at him. There's no way who I saw was Dathan. He looked so sinfully beautiful. Like his brother.

Velvet Chains Chapter 4: The Meeting Kai stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at him. The outfit Damien had chosen was deceptively simple but devastatingly effective: a crisp white dress shirt tailored tight across his lean chest, black slacks that hugged his ass and thighs like a second skin, and a thin black leather collar hidden beneath the collar of the shirt. No underwear. Just the constant reminder of his bare cock and freshly shaved hole rubbing against expensive fabric.

I was looking at Alpha Damon shirtless. The first view I woke up to in the morning was that of a shirtless Alpha. His chest was massive and broad and his muscles bulged before my eyes. The view before my eyes was mouth watering. He was not too muscular and he was not too skinny. He was the perfect build that any girl could imagine. I could come to love this man if he was not such a beast. I did not realise it but I must have stared too long because his sinister smile came again, this time even more thwarted.

she greeted Sebastian who stood at the middle of the room, shirtless again, the only difference was that he wore trousers this time, Does he seriously have a custom of being shirtless each time he's in here? Adia asked herself curiously. He really has no iota of shame, and acts however he likes, as far as it's fine by him. "Umm, I came to thank you," she began, seeing he was just staring at her. "Thanks for the gift you gave to Addison, you really made her happy" Adia appreciated, " Anytime," Came his Short reply. "Yeah," Adia replied nervously.