Naruto Shirtless Novels & Stories

She set it on the counter and reached for a bottle of water, the fridge door swinging shut with a soft thud. She jumped, nearly dropping the bowl, heart slamming against her ribs. There, behind the door, stood Ronan. Shirtless. His broad chest gleamed under the kitchen lights, every ridge of muscle defined, pecs flexing slightly as he leaned one strong arm against the fridge to hold it open. Sweat glistened on his skin, as if he'd just come from a workout, and that tattoo she'd fixated on earlier? It sprawled across his torso now, bold black lines curling over his collarbone, down his sternum, vanishing into the waistband of his low-slung sweatpants.

Luna's POV: I'm standing next to Tatum's bed looking at the shirt he's laid out for me. It's a soft grey color and thicker than the last one. I pick the shirt up and bury my face in it inhaling the masculine scent that lies within it. I hurry and dry myself off snapping my fingers to make a pair of underwear appear before slipping the soft cotton shirt over my body.

It shocked me to hear him say that, considering I wasn’t even wearing any makeup on top of the sweatpants and hoodie. “Thank you.” Nero also looked very good. It was the first time I saw him in casual clothes. He was in a black tee, sweats, black socks, and slides on his feet. He looked like the boy next door except for the tattoos on his hands and neck. His tee fit him like a second skin. When he flexed his arms, I almost fainted. He didn’t just look like he worked out. He was ripped. And his tattoos gave him the bad boy vibe. His tribal tattoo was more visible on his arm, and it peeked on his chest.

“An Alpha walking barefoot, and half naked?” “Well, I've never been one to give a damn about what people have to say.” “Whatever!” He rolled his eyes. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on his human form. He was wearing a thin singlet and ‘miraculously’ a crumpled shirt still clung to his arm. With a sigh, he peeled off the shirt.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

I shivered in fear as I feared what was happening. Why was he telling Noah to take off his shirt? What was underneath it? I hadn't seen Noah shirtless before, but I had seen him sleeveless and there was nothing there except for his normal tattoos. "Fuck off Drew!" Noah said through clenched teeth. "I don't belong to anyone" Even from here I could hear the dear in Noah's voice as his voice shook slightly. The guys around him laughed. "Take off the shirt, Noah. You seem to have forgotten. Or rather let the guys help you remember" Drew said, acting cocky as he smirked at Noah who looked uncomfortable.

I make a mental not to ask him about it, to see if it was real. Flipping over a few more pages, I suddenly see a picture I wasn't expecting. It's Shinee, shirtless, from however many years ago. His pants hang low around his hips, his stunning physic being shown off with no holds barred. It's a shock, seeing him so exposed when usually I see him dressed immaculately from head to toe. He's usually modest, so seeing him with a slight sheen of sweat is...jarring. Staring at it, I feel my stomach twisting, a streak of desire reaching my mind section. I've always known Shinee was good looking...but this?

he asks, noticing my hesitation. — I… I prefer… to do it alone… I murmur, my face flushing. He gently shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his lips. — I understand… but let me just this once. I want you to relax completely. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I nod timidly, unable to resist his sweetness, the way he knows exactly what I need. He slowly removes his shirt, showing me that he respects my boundaries and that nothing will be rushed.

“WOLVES!” I steal a glance over at them - totally by accident, of course. My eyes find Ronan almost instantly. He’s in that sleeveless training shirt that makes it impossible not to notice the way his shoulders flex when he moves. He wipes sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt, and suddenly, hello abs. Tight, tan, and carved like they’ve been sculpted out of arrogance and gym hours.

"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.