Itachi Uchiha Shirtless Novels & Stories

She couldn't see the man who kept turning away from her coming in after her unless he intended to do it fully clothed. "Okay, but you have to strip down to your undies. No tricks," she said, calling his bluff. His jacket hit the floor and it was her turn to gulp. He undid one button and then another until his shirt was on the floor too. Aria inhaled sharply. She knew he was completely ripped under his tailored suits, but damn if seeing it wasn't something else. Aria was not a stranger to shirtless men. She had sparred with her fair share of them. Bart didn't sparr without a shirt though, so this was all new to her.

No shirt. He was more built than I thought he would be. I'd felt the strength in his arms when he held me before, but he looked slim in his business suits, so I never imagined he'd be so defined. The most shocking thing, though, about seeing him shirtless, was the tattoo on his side. I couldn't quite make out what it was from here though. I ogled him for a little bit as he took various foods from the fridge. I had that right, right? He was my man, and we were alone in this place. Mostly. Alright, there were housekeepers, but they were an island fixture and seemed unlikely to tell anyone anything.

Inhaling a deep breath I calm myself trying to believe there was a rational reason for me to be mummified alive as the god remains quiet without attempting to explain. Cryptic, his expression remains as reaches my side and, his black attire unlike its usual crisp self, with the cloak once adorning his shoulders left by the chair he sat on and his long sleeves creased with the tunic over his torso fastened without care as it revealed the jade like skin of his collarbones before ruffling to the sides to part in a thin line of pale skin running down to his upper abdomen, giving a sense of extreme laziness. What happened I wonder, but my mind pulls up images of my struggling self in his hands, h

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

I make a mental not to ask him about it, to see if it was real. Flipping over a few more pages, I suddenly see a picture I wasn't expecting. It's Shinee, shirtless, from however many years ago. His pants hang low around his hips, his stunning physic being shown off with no holds barred. It's a shock, seeing him so exposed when usually I see him dressed immaculately from head to toe. He's usually modest, so seeing him with a slight sheen of sweat is...jarring. Staring at it, I feel my stomach twisting, a streak of desire reaching my mind section. I've always known Shinee was good looking...but this?

Beneath the shirt was a flawless piece of human anatomy, with every inch and every curve revealing the explosive power hidden within. From the countless scars on his body, it was evident that Sachin had faced an untold amount of battles to get to where he was today. Following suit, Tyr ripped his shirt off, revealing a perfect body as well. Just like Sachin, his body was covered in numerous scars and gunshot wounds. “Likewise, it has been a while since I could fight so freely!” Tyr declared. Tyr clenched his fist and charged toward Sachin. He was ready to go all out.

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.

Sitting on the bed, he looked down at his shirt then her with a smirk on his face. "Take them off," he said. Without hesitation Alita rushed to his feet, she went on her knees and removed his socks. Her fingers fumble as he unbuttoned his Italian suit blazer, it felt like she just learned how to use them minutes ago. Her face turned white when he stood up shirtless. She couldn't believe it took her so long to remove his sock, blazer, shirt, and singlet. She moved out of the bed, her hands behind her as she peeped at her toes, avoiding the commanding look on his face. She felt powerless like she would slope if she move again or moved close to him much more assisting him in taking off his trou

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

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!