Luffy Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.

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.

"What do you think?" "Beautiful." And all of a sudden, he pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. "Lo, what are you doing?" "Well, you said the shirt was ugly. I'm not wearing it out." I laughed. "It does look good, babe. I was only kidding." "No, it's too late. The shirt is gone." "Are you going out shirtless?" "If that's okay with you." He winked.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Gina pulled me into a hug, whispering, "I'll always be here for you." Love had torn me apart. But friendship—it was putting me back together. I wiped away my tears, and we comforted each other in silence. Not long after, Lifu updated her social media again. In her photo, Eamon, shirtless with his sculpted body on full display, tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam's apple sharp and prominent. Lifu's hand rested right on his body. Daniel's shirt clung wetly to his body, collar gaping open, two conspicuous scratch marks trailing down in a way that left little to the imagination.

The scent of chestnut was growing heavy in the air, and her head felt light. “Who’s stopping you? You can take yours off too. I don’t mind.” He drawled and gave tug a little st the bottom of her top. “Zayne!” She shrieked, wrapping her arms around herself, and he burst into laughter. ‘Take off my shirt! How could he say something like that?’ She blushed hard, squeezing her eyes more and bringing her knees to her chest. “You can look, Layla. You have to get used to seeing guys without their shirts because very soon you will have to face them.” He teased her.

"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?" "I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day." "That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.

"It's him I don't trust." "I'll hold on as long as I can." He hugs me one more time, his whole body was shaking as he held on tight. "I love you Lily." "I love you too Jackson." I look to everyone else. "I love you all." I part from them and head back, but not before I remove my long sleeve to make it easier for me to fight. Unveiling a grey tank top I had layered underneath. The moment I remove the shirt, one of the rogues whistles flirtatiously at me causing the others to chuckle. Even one of them from the crowd yells out to me to take it all off, which disgusts me.

"You’re not bleeding, are you?" I shook my head, still grinning like a fool. “Only my pride.” He gave me a look, one eyebrow arched. “Your pride fell the moment you started running barefoot in wet sand like a cartoon character.” “Well, rude,” He helped me up, dusting some of the sand off me. I swayed slightly into him, his chest brushing against my shoulder. We both stared at the ocean. Then, without a word, Freddy peeled off his shirt in one motion, tossing it back toward the rock. I followed suit, slipping out of my blouse and shorts until I was left in the simple navy bikini I’d worn beneath.

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.