Itachi Shirtless Novels & Stories

Aito was remembering everything on his own. Aito was sitting across Toshiro, glaring at him. He was dressed in a pair of ripped denim and a baggy purple hoodie. His brown locks were held in a low ponytail by a rubber band with a few loose strands framing his face. He looked so cute that everyone who passed had to turn for a second or third look. Toshiro was dressed in a pair of green cargo shorts and a black loose shirt. His dark hair was combed backwards, revealing his forehead which made him look even more handsome.

Their armor was discarded beside them, replaced by sleeveless shirts that clung to their sweat-slicked chests. “Hey—look at this one.” One of them, taller than the rest, dark-haired with a scar across his lips, stood up and walked toward Akira. She kept her head up, as they’d been taught, and said nothing, though she wished she could kill him right then. “Such tiny hands,” he murmured, pretending to study her fingers before gripping her wrist and twisting it just enough to jolt her. “How can that hand hold my cock if I ask you to?”

He studied until 4 in the morning. I might as well do some research on that strange ghost I've been seeing in my dream. He continued his research until 7am, i might as well go take a shower. Time to get dress. Now what will I wear today? Oh yeah I know. Today am wearing a light blue shirt with Itachi print on it with black jeans and white convene on. Damn I look hot right now. Time to head out the door no time to eat at all. I reached school at

Vivian," 'But there's no other way' "Are you listening?!" Kirito shouted. "Yes, when will you be naked?" Vivian said, subconsciously. "What are you thinking about, Vivian?" Kirito asked. "Shit." Vivian shouted as she got up. "I can see that." "No, I'm--" "Get ready, let's go," He got up. "You'll go like that?" Vivian asked. "Why? Is there a problem with these?" Kirito wore a white shirt and a maroon sweater with ripped, black jeans.

he teased with a grin. I rolled my eyes. It seemed like his mood had shifted back, and he was joking around again. I didn’t respond. Instead, I walked to his closet and picked out some clothes I could wear. He didn’t complain about it. He didn’t bother me further, so I was able to shower in peace. I chose an oversize T-shirt with a Naruto print and a pair of black shorts. I couldn’t help but shake my head at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. His T-shirt was so big on me that it looked like a dress. I chuckled softly at his childish side—Naruto was his favorite, and I didn’t expect him to still wear shirts like that. When I stepped out, I found him sitting on the bed as if waiting for me

If simply unbuttoning his shirt does this much to me, then how am I supposed to survive this? He pulls off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground with a quiet thud. He stands tall, smirking proudly, and his chest is…bare. His chest is bare. Oh my god. “Do you want to touch me, Sorahiko?”. It's a slow drawl, meant to sound seductive— and it does. It’s a bit too seductive for me. What should I say? What should I do? How am I supposed to answer this? What is the right way to—

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

Their eyes drift to the stairs and watched as he walked down. He was shirtless with silver chains around his head. Black trouser and a black pair of sneaker he put on. He was damn hot. Jai Mi swallowed the saliva in her mouth and tried to look away but couldn't resist seeing that broad chest. "Here we go". He said and threw a key with a remote for her. She caught it and raised her head up slowly that their eyes met. "I should get your shirt sir". Myung Hee said. He snubbed her walking away, Did she think he actually forgot his shirt or she was trying to play Miss Nice.

Kaiden is shirtless, his shirt being used to staunch the blood flowing from his side. I gasp at the scene, "What the hell happened to you?"

"If Gitte came back to me, God it would be amazing. I've missed her so much." I let go of his chest to tuck my hair behind my ears and it was like a sudden breaking of a spell. He let out a deep breath and broke his hold of me. Throwing the cloak completely around me he quickly stripped off his t-shirt and dived into his bag for another. I shamelessly watched as I greedily absorbed the image of his bareback. Then I realised I needed to get changed too. "Don't worry, you can get changed without me watching. Assassin, not pervert."