Itachi Uchiha Shirtless Novels & Stories

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—

“Even more beautiful than I remembered.” “Your turn,” I manage, surprised my voice works at all. “Both of you need to strip.” They step back and I watch as clothing starts coming off. Thane moves with precision, folding his jacket over the chair, unbuttoning his shirt with the same methodical attention he probably brings to surgery. Everything gets organized, put in its place. Dareth just yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it somewhere, undoes his belt and shoves everything down without ceremony.

Instead, I focused on removing his coat, but when I stared at his dress shirt, I knew I had to unbutton it. Every. Single. Button. I mean, he wouldn’t mind, right? I am already used to seeing his majestic abs every day because we train. He is always topless or sometimes in a sando when we fight. But no, never in my wildest dreams would I do it. The removal. Why does it sound like a dramatic title? I shook my head and gulped intensely. Be professional, Minerva. It’s not like you are molesting him or something. You are just helping him out.

I gave him a glare, but before I could say anything, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. For a second, my brain just… stopped. His body was exactly how I remembered it—broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist, every line of muscle defined under his skin. There were faint scars across his ribs and chest, telling stories I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. Drops of rain slid down his collarbone, trailing over firm abs, and I had to quickly look away before my staring became obvious. “Fine,” he said casually, tossing the shirt aside. “I’ll wash my clothes and stay shirtless until they’re dry.”

Becky held her breath as her entire body was almost completely covered in Sashimi and Sushi, she didn't know what James would do to her, but it didn't look as bad as she thought. She observed her master who looked handsome in his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, if they were met differently, maybe she would fall in love with him. After all, with all his cold demeanor, it seemed impossible that he would ever fall in love with her.

Gripping. "Shit," I whispered, clutching my chest. His chin-length chocolate hair was tousled. He was shirtless with his hard torso on display for my hungry gaze above a pair of red and black, plaid pajama shorts that hung just low enough on his hips to make that V-line mouth-watering. "I didn't know you were home...or shirtless."

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.

Where was he? Where was Thane. The whole hall grew silent, and I noticed why, he just walked in. He was shirtless, only in a pair of torn-up jeans; he hadn’t bothered about washing off the blood of the men he had beaten up and killed; his body was covered in blood, and a cold shiver walked it way down my spine. His eyes were cold and empty; he didn’t look up to me once.

She smiled in return shyly, he had just saved her from her sister and she was grateful. "You both look nice in your outfit as well Sasuke, Itachi." Sakiko complimented with her head a bit down. Sasuke wore a white and blue striped sweatshirt with a pair of black jean trousers to go. Itachi wore a blue jean, a black jacket and a white inner shirt. Sasuke leaned in so his mouth was close to her ear and said in a whisper, "Thank you, my shy twin." She blushed even harder than before and he felt proud knowing he made her that way. "Now, shall we?"

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.