Harry Potter Shirtless Novels & Stories

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

He was one step ahead of me. I reached her house. I thought of going to her room. I unlocked her door and stepped into her room. She wasn't in. Harry was there. He was standing in her room while her cupboard was wide open. He picked the same white shirt. It wasn't branded clothes. " She can't wear this, " He said. " Devin asked a lady to change her clothes with my choice of brands. Put this shirt in my car. " He ordained him. Devin nodded his head instantly and brought out his phone to work on it, " What are you still doing here? " I asked Harry.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

The basement light was dim and hazy, casting Leon’s bound shadow long across the concrete wall. I stepped back a few paces and tilted my head to admire my work. The man who was always perfectly dressed and immaculate now stood disheveled, his shirt ripped open, collarbones and taut muscles bared. “Harry, take this off me!” His voice was low, throat working as he spoke. The black blindfold hid his eyes, but his tense jawline betrayed his nerves.

Having said that, he stopped a bit. His eyes looked at her with interest, and the smile on his lips gradually became clearer, "My clothes were also by you... taken off." W-What?! “You lied! How c-could I…” But indeed, Emma did not remember any memories of yesterday. Seeing that Harry was about to sit up, her arms suddenly crossed over her chest, extremely wary, "What are you going to do? I… I don't believe I would.” He leaned against the bed. His broad bare shoulders and toned chest muscles were so obvious before her eyes that Emma couldn't help but look at them involuntarily. Harry watched her expression, laughing, "You see."

Harry had made him wear a black crop top that exposed his flat tummy and high waisted black jeans that accentuated the curve of his waist and hips. His face was bare save for the pink lip gloss and the thin eyeliner which Harry insisted will make his pretty features pop out. While he looked good, this didn't feel like him at all. The omega preferred his comfortable hoodies and sweats. Standing amidst the people in this club, he felt exposed. Harry nudged his shoulder. "You should loosen up and dance!" Simon frowned at him. "But we're here for—" "I know," Harry said, touching his shoulder. "Dance and you'll find whatever you're looking for."

, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go?

When she ran to the door of the cloakroom with bare feet, she saw her father inside. Fortunately, her father didn't leave. She lay on the door frame and peeked at it secretly. Harry stood in front of the mirror and buckled the metal button on the belt. His long legs were wrapped in his trousers. Her upper body was naked, and the blond muscles were flowing with crystal-clear drops of water. From her angle, it could be seen that the swaying light on the ceiling was connected with Harry's long and straight body. He looked noble and unruly. He pulled the towel on the side and brushed his wet hair and upper body, blocking the little girl's eyes.

She spots the same witches laughing and stands up but I pull her back down to her seat. “No. Leave it.” I try to wipe at my shirt but to no avail. “I will have to walk back to my room like this.” “I will give you my shirt.” Sorin offers, but he is wearing a t-shirt and nothing under it. I can't leave him shirtless. I smile shyly and shake my head.

"Hmm... I can’t help but think of some... unusual possibilities." I couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him, "You mean... a closer relationship?" "Bingo!" Harry responded excitedly from the other end of the line. "I even bribed the hotel staff to pretend he was delivering room service. Guess what he saw when he knocked on the door?" I instantly became alert. "What did he see?" We were all on edge, waiting for Harry's answer. Harry lowered his voice, adding a dramatic pause, "The two of them, shirtless... and Fred had some strange marks on his body..." His tone was filled with a mix of mockery and disbelief.