Harry Potter Shirtless Novels & Stories

I gestured to the unkempt pillows and snack bags. "Oh is this why you're shouting? You can sort it out of course." he proceeded to walk pass me but I dragged him back. "I didn't ask you to leave. Where are you going?" I accessed his body from head down. He wasn't in his school uniform. And the Harry I know will never wake up early in the morning and go to school. Harry rolled his eyes and jerked his hand away. "Free me. Why are you even at home by this time."

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.

It's on a Saturday morning, Harry had gone to the gym for his weekend exercise with Martin's his friend. They always do this whenever they are together. Harry wears a short and free fitted T-shirt , With his musculine muscles all visible. One could tell he is athletic. He has his black durag on his head and his black and white coloured , canvas, Martins on the hand ,is on his joggers , he isn't as masculine as Harry is ,but has a nice figure,with his enticing dimples.

"Harry! I almost hit you. Don't ever sneak up on me like that." "I'm sorry. I didn't want to call your name in front of everyone." I noticed something on his face, "what the hell, Harry! You shaved?" Harry's jaw, which was once filled with hair, was now clean shaved, and I think it suits him. He looks younger. "I decided to try something new." He said as he strokes his bare jaw. His face turned sour as he sniffed the air. "You smell different today." I didn't know how to answer that, so I kept quiet, trying to think of something else to say, but he beat me to it. "Where are you going to go dressed up like this?" He said, pointing at my dress and shoes.

Even though I prayed not. With a small knock, I stood nervously waiting for his response. "Enter.." he yelled. I did, my hand shivered as I twisted the knob. Closing it behind me, I saw him shirtless watching me. "You did not have to dress up... you look ridiculous knowing it will be harder to get that off." He bellowed nonchalantly. "I prefer you in your rags because that's you Merrigold. This this just looks like a Harriet counterfeit."

What will you feel? Alexander looked intently at Harry, who was dressed in a nightgown, the coat he had taken off but the shirt inside his pants, the shirt half buttoned open. He was leaning against the sofa with his eyes shaved and a half-lit cigarette in his fingers. I was there, and he was burning his fingertips. Didn't he know or was he numb? He was busy cooling down some other burning inside himself while bearing the burning cigarette burning on his fingertips. .

Harry approached with a clean shirt and offered it to me. "Go change. You can’t receive the Boss’s guests dressed like this." His eyes scanned my body and stopped at my feet. "Where are your shoes?" he asked, glancing around. I lowered my eyes, clutching the shirt tightly against my chest. "I don’t know, I don’t remember where I left them." My voice sounded strange even to me. Harry asked no more questions; he simply nodded and left, heading toward Cassian and his guest. It was the perfect excuse to slip past Cassian’s watch. I couldn’t waste that chance. Immediately, I began unbuttoning my jacket slowly, exposing my shoulders and the straps of my bra.

Then I mumbled, “Not a Star Wars t-shirt. More like a Hobbit t-shirt.” “Are you wearing a Hobbit t-shirt?” he wondered in a sultry tone. I took a deep breath, then turned on my camera. “See? Nothing special.” I wasn’t expecting it, but his sharp intake of breath was surprisingly gratifying. “Mmm, sexy. I also like the t-shirt.” I looked down at my t-shirt, noting it was white, stuck to me, and had the store’s logo on it. “‘The Dragon’s Lair’” he read.

My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace. Reaching the seventh floor corridor, I paused outside the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Then, with a trembling hand, I knocked three times. The door swung open and there he stood - Harry Potter himself, glasses glinting in the candlelight. His black hair was messier than usual, like he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. The white shirt hugged his lean chest and his dark jeans clung to his hips. He was gorgeous.

he admitted frantically because Harry was laughing at him as they unbuttoned his shirt, and his mind was torn between the fact that he was being stripped to the skin, and Harry’s words. “Oh…” Harry leaned back as they succeeded in removing Jules’ shirt, running their eyes over Jules’ torso with every evidence of enjoyment and appreciation. They lifted his shirt to their nose, and breathed in, closing their eyes. “Hmm. I love it. Mine,” their eyes flared red as they tossed the shirt into a corner.