Kurapika Shirtless Novels & Stories

Forgetting the fact I had argued to be straight. He returned with a bundle, black mesh shorts that looked too small, sheer enough to show everything underneath, paired with a matching harness that crisscrossed the chest like restraints. “No shirt, no underwear. Put it on.” He said, stretching them towards me. The material whispered against my fingers as I took it. My skin flushed hotter; this was a pet attire, meant to display.

Aurelia’s POV Lucien descended the stairs, and my breath hitched in my throat. He had discarded his tailored suit, wearing nothing but a pair of loose, black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He was entirely shirtless. His chest and broad shoulders were a canvas of dark, intricate ink—a sprawling, lethal masterpiece of geometric tribal patterns that wrapped around his left arm like armor, bleeding into a highly detailed shadow of a roaring lion across his pectoral, its jaws open right over his heart.

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

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.

Then I remembered what he looked like. His striking figure stood tall and confident, his presence commanding attention despite the simplicity of his attire. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form-fitting, charcoal-gray shorts, his physique was on full display, showcasing a body sculpted through dedicated physical conditioning and an unwavering commitment to fitness.

He gave an overdramatic wince, clutching himself for emphasis. Lavinia made a noise of pure frustration and annoyance. "Just take your damn shirt off so I can check the rest of you for injuries," she snapped, flustered. Karl smirked. He slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing his firm abs and the sexy tattoos along his forearms that always made Lavinia's mouth go dry. She determinedly averted her eyes, sternly pushing away any inappropriate thoughts as she focused on sterilizing the cuts and bruises covering his chest and torso.

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.

KAIRA The shirt came off his shoulders and I almost stopped breathing. I had seen men without shirts before. This was not new information for my eyes to process. But my eyes were being completely useless right now because they refused to move and they refused to behave and they were taking in every single detail of him like they were trying to memorize something they would never see again.

Puffed the smoke upwards. Karina's shirt had come off and fallen down. Saka smiled crookedly. Karina's upper body was only covered in a bright red bra. His down there was already tense, just looking at Karina who was half naked. 'I don't want to do something like this,' Karina screamed in her heart. She lowered her short skirt. Until her body was only wrapped in her underwear. It was ruined—Karina really took off the last piece of cloth that covered her body.

Zara’s POV By morning, the power was still out, the storm was raging, and Caleb, well, was still infuriatingly hot. I padded into the kitchen barefoot, my oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. He was already there, leaning against the fridge, shirtless again, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his V line on display for me to lust after. I didn’t say good morning. I didn’t need to.