Klaus Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Lina" I jumped up and saw Mykel standing beside the bed. I didn't even hear him coming in but that thought was banished and replaced with the sight of him infront of me. He was shirtless and his body was glistening with sweat. His hair was all over the place as if he was tossing it all day. His CK boxers were peaking over his dark blue jeans that hung low revealing his V-line. I swallowed as I forced myself to meet his eyes.

He said. Mr Phenyo then walked away, but his cologne remained. Mika finally returned from his break, you could see him from a distance. He had the same look on him all the time, you could swear that he didn’t have any clothes. He wore two shirts that revealed his strong muscular body. A long sleeve shirt with black printed roses on it. On the following day, he would wear a similar shirt except it had no roses and was plain white. His long blonde hair neatly tied to the back. Apart from his lack of good taste in fashion,he did manage to get lady's to sleep with him,how I didn't know.Not forgetting his Russian, accent.

Damien bit her lower lip. "Ouch!!!" Celestine yelped in pain and frowned while breathing heavily Damien kissed her forehead and said in a husky voice. "If you feel pain and uncomfortable then tell me. Okay?" Damien asked her softly and Celestine nodded in reply with shyness. Damien couldn't hold it in anymore. He tore her gown leaving her in simple blue bra and panties. His breath hitched when he saw her slim figure and milky white soft skin. He removed his shirt and pants. He buried his head in her neck to inhale her scent which drove him crazy.

As much as the thoughts caused a hollow depth in him, he felt the relief and the comfort that came with knowing your sanity will soon be yours. Mr Macklemore walked out a small door, from the looks of things would be a restroom. He had the sense of dressing that although looked good on him, felt more like the older days and not of a classic gentleman. He adjusted his tie, fixing it in the middle of his neck before pulling his jacket down its length. A sleeveless Jacket? You some kind of waiter? At least, his shoes are nice. He dipped himself into the seat directly in front of him. Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre.

My hands found a bag of crackers and some chocolate, and I was just reaching for a bottle of water when I heard footsteps behind me. My heart jumped into my throat as I spun around, expecting to see one of the household staff. Instead, my eyes landed on Killian, and all the air left my lungs in one sharp exhale. He was shirtless. Completely, devastatingly shirtless. My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of him. His chest was broad and muscled, with just the right amount of dark hair scattered across it. His abs were defined and perfect, leading down to the waistband of his low-hanging pajama pants. His arms looked even more powerful without a shirt covering them.

He always came to the training grounds shirtless, but today, he was clad in a casual T-shirt that flaunted his muscles. A loud bang boomed as Mikhail tackled one of his men to the ground. While people cheered, I knew this might as well be my only chance to embarrass Mikhail. I ripped my gaze from Landon and yelled. “Go, Mikky!” I clapped my hands and strode towards him, watching as his men parted their lips in astonishment. They all stayed at me, but nothing could compare to how Mikhail looked at me. It was different. Frightening. Due to the fight, his hair was slightly rough, but he still looked sexy.

I had to play the shocked sister, the clueless outsider. Behind me, I heard quiet movement inside the tent. Cassiel stepped out a moment later. He was shirtless, his skin glistening faintly in the dim light, and he wore only his black pants. They were still unbuttoned from the night before, hanging low on his hips. He didn’t bother putting on shoes, probably too focused on the alarm he could hear in my voice. He stopped beside me and raised an eyebrow in silent question. Without looking at him, I pressed the speaker button. Then, with a subtle move of my thumb, I hit record.

"If I hadn't claimed you, Andreas would have you in a trunk right now. Driving you straight to Kyros." "It's a lie," I insist. "It's just for show. Tell me it's just for show." He doesn't answer. He reaches for the hem of his t-shirt. "What are you doing?" I take a step back. "I'm wet," he says flatly. "And so are you. Unless you want pneumonia to finish what the Reapers started, take your clothes off." He pulls the shirt over his head. My breath catches in my throat. I’ve seen men shirtless. I was married for two years. But Nikos was soft. Doughy from good living and laziness.

Soon, her hands had disappeared under his cloth and she was touching his bare chest and he groaned into her mouth. He lifted her and placed her on the island, kissing her deeper. He took off his shirt so that she could have easy access to his body and he was about to take her shirt off when they heard a loud cough, causing them to jerk apart from each other. They both whipped their heads to see where the sound was coming from. " Uhm... we'll wait for you in the living room." Mike said turning to leave quickly, followed by a woman who was wearing a smirk on her face.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑