Itachi Uchiha Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.”

Turned out it was the young vendor who taught me where to find the herbal leaf I was looking for. “I see that you found the Ashitaba leaves you were looking for,” he piped; his lips formed a smug grin. He was wearing a black shirt now unlike his topless situation on our prior encounter. Although he was already wearing a shirt, it seemed too small for his physique seeing that the cloth apparently hug his shoulders quite tightly while accentuating the outlines of his chest muscles. Are you seriously checking him out? Snap off of it! I shook my head to brush off the lingering thoughts in it.

After all, Shadow loved to cut the loose end so that there’s no retribution came to bite her ass afterward. Ryuzaki had failed to control his expression. “Hello…” The voice that they were so familiar with came crushing their eardrums. Hastily, they snapped their necks at the people who were perching on the tree branches, all of them were wearing their official working attire which consist of a sleeveless knee-length hoodie. “Lord… Shadow…” Ryuzaki inhaled sharply, his knees shaking. The cold eyes glared at their dumbfounded expression. “Are you sad? Awww. Don’t worry, though. You will see me plenty more times.”

Tony lifted my chin. My eyes widened at the sight of his shirtless torso. I didn't know if it was the Vampire in him, but his body was perfect. I could count the ripples in his stomach muscles. His arms were hard and smooth. He helped me stand. His hands moved to undo the white wrap. This he tossed over the back of chair. I couldn't seem to stop looking at the contrast of black and white cloth. I felt his hands move to the buttons of my sheer blouse. I put my hand over his to stop him. "Wait."

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.

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