Itachi Shirtless Novels & Stories

As soon as he caught sight of me, he straightened up, his eyes lighting up with adoration. Clad in black slacks that hugged his frame perfectly, Izan wore a cream-white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a glimpse of a black sweater underneath. His hair, tousled in the gentle breeze, framed his face in an effortlessly charming way. He was the epitome of effortless elegance, and my heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was pure perfection.

Stupid Athena snap out of it be yourself ,my subconscious reminded me. I took a deep breath and opened the door for him. He looked dashing in his casual outfit. He wore light blue shirt and black jeans along with black sneakers. He folded his long sleeves up to his forearm as his muscles bulging under his shirt. His two buttons were opened giving me a clear view of his tanned skin. I blushed at the thought of him seeing shirtless. In one word, he looked hot! "You can stare all you want, mi amore." He chuckled at me.

he asked as she started to pull at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “I need something to put on the wound to stop the bleeding,” she repeated very patiently. “You're not going to get naked here—” “I'm not!” she exclaimed. “I just need to tear this shirt so... why is this so damn hard to tear? It looks easy in the movies.” He snickered. “Stop. Use this.” And he started to strip his shirt off… his body. “What are you doing?” she asked, very suspiciously. “Use this. It's got blood in my back already, so it doesn’t matter. I have a lot and I can walk shirtless. You can't.”

He’d call me…gorgeous. “I want to put it on,” I murmured, my eyes finding his. “The condom. I want to put it on…for you,” Mr Stark stops breathing for a second before he nodded. He was quick to undo his belt, sliding the pants down. He took off the now buttonless shirt. I let out a shaky breath, watching his cock resting against his stomach. Fuck, I don’t think I can stop the shock every time I see him naked. He’s glorious, with all the tattoos. His upper body had more tattoos with only the left side of the leg tattooed up.

He tells the man who nodded his head and walked away with Vito’s clothes hidden in the bag, Vito even taking a bottle of water to wash the blood off his hands which landed on the old tarmac under him. “You’re not expecting me to strip off naked right?” I ask looking down at myself, a little chuckle escaping Vito’s lips as, yet another man walks out in clean clothes for him folded up neatly. “Only if you want to Pequeño.” He joked throwing on the tight shorts and thin shirt, the shirt a more mesh sort of style showcasing the beautiful tattoos which littered his chest, this being the most informal I had seen him dress since we’ve met. I knew I still didn’t understand why any of this was happen

he replied with a smile. At that moment, I noticed he was in running shorts, his shirt appeared ripped as if he had fallen, and he wasn't wearing any shoes. I glanced up at him and furrowed my brows in confusion. I was just about to say something when Ikaris spoke. "I run better without shoes," he chuckled. "And your shirt? Did you fall?" I asked, pointing at him. Ikaris looked down and then back at me before reaching for the shirt's hem and pulling it off, revealing his muscular chest. He smiled at me, a smirk on his lips. I could feel my cheeks flush as I looked away.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

Her face concealed behind a white yashmak with a little trinket around her neck and the letter ‘J’ emblem on her right shoulder as she folded her arms under her copious chest. “It’s a pleasure to see not just two great Humanes but four of them; one of each is enough to fully annihilate a thousands ordinary beast beings. All at once. I’m honored.“ Hailed a bald dark skinned male with the letter ‘H’ tattooed on his lower chin looking more like a traditional lower Ichin tattoo. Dressed in a long, flowing white robe with long sleeves decorated with golden embroidery around his neck-line down to his chest and both the tips of his sleeves while holding a cap closer to his chest area.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.