Luffy Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Nice try. But I'm not leaving until you talk to me." "You don't really have a choice." I'd be damned if I was going to shift back in front of him. Leviathan raised a curious brow. "Oh, really?" "I don't have my clothes on, Leviathan! I'm not shifting in front of you!" A smile formed on his face that reached from ear to ear as he started unbuttoning his white shirt that I realized was his wardrobe staple. "I'll leave this here. Shift. Put it on. Meet me at the shore."

I could see the roguish smile tugging at his lips when he spun around, pulling the shelf atop him open to fetch an empty glass. My throat worked softly as I watched his muscles flex with every movement he made. His shirtless upper torso was overly ripped and he didn't make it any less subtle with how he had been flaunting it in my face all evening. I had lost count of how many times my mouth had dried up and I had to search the corners of my mouth for any ounce of saliva lurking in it to wet it back. The only piece of clothing on him was the pair of dark ash sweatpants he was wearing that hung low on his hips.

"Wear this. It is big on you, but it will hide the torn parts of your clothes." Freya looked at him with big eyes. "Wait... won't you get in trouble?" she asked. "Won't the boss fire you for being shirtless in the office?" Lech laughed a little bit. "No, I am the manager. I have been here a long time. You are the one who should be worried about getting fired, not me. Just put it on." Freya put on the big shirt. It smelled like clean soap. Then, Lech took a soft white towel and put some water on it. He stood close to Freya and started to rub the black marker off her forehead very gently. He was being very sweet to her.

“My god, you weigh eight hundred pounds.” “My size isn’t the insult you think it is,” I mumble. She huffs a laugh as I rise on unsteady feet. “Clothes off,” she orders. “But then I have to open my eyes,” I protest. But I open them anyway, to see a pink-cheeked and annoyed Lilly who has shed her sweatshirt and is wearing something she must consider clothes but I consider a mere scrap of fabric. Her nipples are visible through the silk, and I want to suck on them.

Amelia warned. "I'll do my best!" A smirk danced at the corner of Lara's lips as her eyes scrutinized her infuriated gang leader. He stood tall looking handsomely dashing in his effortlessly casual summer outfits of white shorts and navy blue shirt. The collar and first two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned revealing a captivating view of his broad and well defined chest. To complete his dashing look was a pair of black stylish loafers, paired up with cool dark shades. "On a lighter note, how does Jack expect me to take him seriously when he's looking this inviting." Lara's eyes glinted with a mischievous glint.

I spun on my heel, ignoring Leif, who was also shirt- less, wearing jeans that allowed the deep, chiseled V-line to show. Tattoos and men. Sex and sin. Fucking great. It was everything we didn't need here. I'd been fine without them! My attention slid toward laughter, finding Zayne in his suspenders, with his sleeves rolled to his elbow, smashing his ax through the wood. His bright eyes lifted, meeting mine as a smile played on his full mouth. He turned his head, and my gaze swung to Sian, who was also shirtless and had at least washed the blood off of himself. Eryx had rolled up his sleeves, leaving his olive- colored forearms exposed, showing off his colorful tattoos.

There were still a few droplets of water collected on his shoulders, wet from the shower. I could make out the long V on his lower-half that disappeared into the waist-band of his sweats and the trail of hair that trickled down from under his bellybutton. With the amount of ink on his skin, it was hard to see at first glance. "Do you want me to put on a shirt?" "No ." I shouted, astonishing even myself at how loud I was. "I mean, no," I said, less enthusiastic and mellowed out. "You don't have to if you don't want to put a shirt on." His eyes leveled with mine.

Even now, Gang-mu swallowed a hollow laugh at the boldness of the kid who strained her eyes roundly to stare at him. = = = Sunday, 1:00 PM. Along the roadside overlooking Gangnam Station, Exit 6. Under the dazzling sun, a top-tier luxury sedan and the black vehicles escorting it stood lined up, flaunting a bizarre majesty. “The kid isn't coming out, LF.” “No, S is coming.” LF wore a pleasant smile like an innocent child, wiping away his usual cruelty. Dressed in pure white cotton trousers, a sky-blue shirt, and a light white cardigan draped over his shoulders, he was as radiant as a protagonist in a pictorial who monopolized the freshness of summer, concealing his brutal nature.

Xiomar was dressed in his usual black colours, while Emilo wore the tightest pair of leather pants I have seen, with a vest that was unbuttoned, his scars making his skin beautiful. He whistles as he sees me, making his brothers turn. “Fuck, Lyla,”Achilles says, heat blazing in his eyes. Even Xiomar couldn't disguise his reaction well, eating me up just as I wanted them to. “Do I look good boys,” I say, spinning around. I wore a pair of cheetah print bum shorts,a white baby tee crop top that pushed by boobs so high, I could suck on them. After putting my hair into two braided pigtails and the dark red lips I favoured for when I felt raunchy,I knew I looked hot.

But in the end, he let us pull him into a fitting room with three shirts and two pairs of trousers. When he finally stepped out, wearing a clean white shirt and beige pants, Neveah clapped her hands, “You look handsome!” Laziel flushed slightly, glancing away “It’s… not bad.” He muttered. I chuckled, “Not bad? You look like someone out of a magazine ad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed, “You’re exaggerating.”