Elijah Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"

"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!

She blushed and changed in the bathroom into them, plus thick socks. When she came out, Ethan was in the bathroom. When he came out, he was wearing... only sweatpants. No shirt. Elise, who was arranging the pillow wall, looked up and froze. Ethan Blackwood without a shirt was... not human. He was broad shoulders, hard chest, abs that looked carved from stone, a V-line that disappeared into his sweatpants, and a small scar on his left rib. His skin was slightly tanned, his muscles tight from boxing every morning at 5 a.m.

Kendall's laughter turned louder at the sight of my shocked and flustered state. "Oh God, you are so cute," She said between her laughs. My cheeks further darken into embarrassment. The tall frame of Elijah that emerged into the room stole my attention. He was dressed in a plain black T- shirt and grey sweatpants. I had never seen him in casual clothes. He honestly looked like a model ready to rock the runway. Sensing my gaze at him, he looked in my direction as he began approaching the dining table. His eyes travelled from my head to toe and back to my head. Oh god, I must be looking weird in this strange maid's dress.

It leads me down another hall, far away from the room Elijah is in and into a small office. He's sitting on one of the medical chairs, a healing kit in front of him on the counter while he slowly peels off the remnants of his shirt in order to get to the wound underneath. I dart toward him. "Here, let me." He freezes at the sound of my voice. His eyes don't lift from where they are, even when I cut his shirt off of him and expose his entire chest. Elijah's claws dug down deep into his tissue when they'd been fighting, which will most likely leave a nasty scar behind.

But that only made his pristine white shirt become transparent and cling to his body. I felt my eyes widen at the sheer wall of muscle he was packing beneath those clothes. I had barely looked at it for a second Something fell out of his pocket which he bent to pick up. And then slowly his gaze traveled up my bare legs, stopping just above my thighs where the towel began. Heat crawled up my cheeks as I tried to tug the towel down. Meanwhile, Elijah had already turned around to give me some privacy. “We will talk in the office upstairs” But that is when I saw a thin streak of red blossom under his shirt. It spread like spider web through the fabric and I heard myself shout again.

he bashfully rambles, “-I went ahead and allocated today's meetings out to the rest of the pack so that we could spend some time together. Well, that’s if you want to, that is?” Smitten, I feel my face warm when I hear Elijah walk my way before stopping outside the bathroom door ever so suddenly. Reaching his hand through the gap, he holds out a plain pair of black cotton joggers and an oversized grey V-neck shirt. Uncaring of what he has chosen, I grab the items eagerly before clambering them to my goosebump riddled chest—thankful for anything at this point while I cower damp from behind the wall. “That sounds lovely,” I try to steady my words, feeling giddy at Elijah’s surprising offer.

(Elijah) “Good for you…after all, I need you by my side for a long time…So take care of your health…Anyway…Let’s go…we need to clean ourselves~……Hehehe…” “Awww~…Master you naughty~….”. (Elijah) After another round of intense morning shower sex, finally we started our day, since we were in my room, i naturally have my backup clothes ready to wear at any time, On the other hand, Elijah unfortunately had to also wear my back up clothes of black suits, which a little bit bigger for her, but still she could confidently pull the fashion off. “Oh! Sareen!…w..what are you doing here?..”. (Elijah)

I trailed off not sure what he was talking about. He breathe a chuckle, shaking his head amusedly with a smirk on his lips. "You have to Change" he mumbled, his eyes racking my outfit. I am putting on a black jean trouser paired with a white convas and a white long sleeve shirt. "What's wrong with my outfit?" I asked crossing my hands around my chest and pouting. Elijah gave me 'the look' and chuckled before rolling my eyes. "Okay, okay I get it but I don't have anything presentable to wear" I mumbled with a frown.

“Eloise.” I pressed my lips together, trying so hard not to laugh. “I—I didn’t mean to!” Elijah sighed, shaking his head with a small smirk. “It’s okay,” he said, pulling the fabric away from his skin. Before I could react, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. I swallowed. Okay. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen him shirtless before—but still. The way his muscles flexed, the way the soft glow from the TV highlighted every line of his toned torso… it was unfair.