Itachi Uchiha Shirtless Novels & Stories

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

However, it was the four compass-rose stars on each shoulder that caught my attention, as if a military uniform were tattooed on his body, and these were his decorations. The shirt falls to the floor with a soft thud, making no sound, but in my mind, it feels like the toll of a bell announcing the time for the faithful to begin their prayers. I shift my gaze from the fabric to the bare torso, drawn to every curve outlined by the ink, every rigid muscle. Yurich doesn’t feel an ounce of shame as he uses his hand to caress his abdomen, moving down to the button of his dress pants and opening it to reveal a line of black hair that marks the few inches shown up to the thick elastic of his underwe

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."

All I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs. No real telling if Sokin is talking about me or Sai. My brand isn’t visible or obvious like his. Still. I’m a too obvious wrinkle in that ever pristine and crisp uniform of his. Sokin doesn’t wear clothes. Use training gear. Or dress in the way that the average person does. He dons his armor. Whatever it is. It’s always black. Perfectly tailored. Always clean, crisp, precision to highlight rather than overshadow the perfection beneath it. My existence annoys him. Always has.

Opening the door with a thud, Rishi's eyes met with Anbu's doe-like eyes. Anbu smiled seeing his face, he looked adorable with his messy hair and sleepy face. But her smile fades when her eyes travel Below his neck. He was shirtless, the boxer on his waist was barely covering his 'v' line. Partly necked too. " What are you doing here? Rishi asked out of blue. She was looking gorgeous in a red velvet mid-dress. But instead of answering him, Anbu was startled by his morning charm, she couldn't help herself from checking him out. Those body hairs on his bare torso were looking so damn tempting.

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.

I asked again, “can I see the full picture?” She sighed and shook her head, a small frown tugging at her lips. “Sorry… we barely have any pictures of him shirtless. He’s weirdly private about his body. And even the few I have seen… the tattoo never shows up clearly. It’s like it disappears unless you’re staring at him directly.” I tilted my head slightly, my heart sinking, and swallowed the frustration clawing at my throat. “Okay,” I whispered. And then, another sneeze escaped me reminding me I was still standing here in damp clothes. My skin was starting to chill beneath the coat.

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

"Do you need anything from me?" "Beatrice had a premonitions. We are in the sitting room awaiting you, Alpha", he nods curtly and prance out of the room. I pull away and he coughs and ruffle his wet hair. Looking at him closely he is shirtless. His packs, biceps are visible now, as sweat or water rolls down his chest on boxers, towel wrapped around his neck. I find myself swallow spits. "Wear a shirt", I stand up and sprint to the bathroom.

Brian who I never expected to still be in the room turned my way and a word was blurted out from his mouth "Gorgeous" I just shook my head and was about to enter the walk-in closet when I remembered that nothing was inside, I looked at Brian and noticed that he was no longer shirtless, a white shirt complimented the black pants he was wearing, and an expensive black belt in place with office black shoe. He looked like a handsome young man going for an interview, and no matter how his white office shirt covered his body it still couldn't hide the outline of his hot body, I shook the thoughts out of my head "Can you leave, please? I wanna change" I said.