Luffy Shirtless Novels & Stories

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes drawn to him as he stepped inside. Liam was dressed in a fitted navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and well-defined arms. The sleeves of the shirt were slightly rolled up, showcasing his toned biceps, which seemed to ripple with every movement. He paired the shirt with dark jeans that fit him perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, allowing for ease of movement while still looking effortlessly stylish.

“I won.” “I watched, unfortunately.” “You owe a hug.” he shoots back. Wait, a what? “Ew I'm not touching you!” she snaps, and I can't fight the grin that teases my lips. “You are all sweaty.” “It's the sweat of a winner, kotynok.” he grins, waving his shirt in front of her. Did I mention he's shirtless? Oh yeah, he is but Amara hasn't looked at his chest. “I'll let you sell my jersey, you can bank off this.” he offers.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

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.

She took a few steps to the sunlounge, where her dress shoes and the rest of her outfit’s clothes rested, and she buried her bra underneath. Finally, satisfied. Lily twirled, her jaw instantly dropping to the ground with a loud gasp as her eyes landed on a shirtless mark. He traced the top of his pants with a smile etched on his lips as he maintained eye contact with Lily. He was just about to pull it down, but Lily quickly turned around, backing him. Her heart beat quickening again as her chest began to rise up and down, a rush of heat rising to her face. Not less than a second later, she heard his steps approaching close to her, his chuckles filling her ears. “Did you expect me to swim wit

he said unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh.... Why?" Smirking, Link went on to unbutton and took off his shirt, it was only then that I got the message. I reached for the door to see Damon, he was just about to knock. The shock on his face to see Link shirtless and I in the same room with him. He didn't leave though. He dropped his hand from the air it has been hung on.

He ordered. L gave him a look. “O-kay.” He replied unsure of what he is putting himself into. But actually, what he is scared of is that, what if Patrice doesn’t even care if he talks to her or not? What is she won’t even miss him? What if… Ugh. *Stop thinking, Lance Kim. Just be positive.* “Okay! Go!” Alonzo and Jason pushed L inside the room. All the girls looked at L. Of course, he is wearing something that even made him stand out. He was wearing blue v-neck shirt. Sure it was simple but imagine L flaunting it. V-neck shirts will never be the same again.

I shook my head at my own reflection. I was bold but I wasn’t that bold. “Fuck it.” I tugged the sash loose and let the fabric fall open anyway. **** He was on the couch when I stepped out, and my mouth very fell open. Literally. He was shirtless. Like, completely, entirely shirtless — bare from the waist up, and I had never in my life been this close to a shirtless man who looked like that. Like him. The breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, and the narrow taper of his waist had me swallowing.

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.

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...