Shoto Shirtless Novels & Stories

No shirt. He was more built than I thought he would be. I'd felt the strength in his arms when he held me before, but he looked slim in his business suits, so I never imagined he'd be so defined. The most shocking thing, though, about seeing him shirtless, was the tattoo on his side. I couldn't quite make out what it was from here though. I ogled him for a little bit as he took various foods from the fridge. I had that right, right? He was my man, and we were alone in this place. Mostly. Alright, there were housekeepers, but they were an island fixture and seemed unlikely to tell anyone anything.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

he asks with lust in his eyes “Yes I have shorts on” I reply with a smart ass attitude “You shouldn’t wear stuff like that around me it looks like you have nothing underneath” I feel a blush show up on my cheeks I look at him with a straight face and say “well then you shouldn’t walk around shirtless” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks “You know exactly what it means” I chuckle He then takes the shirt he’s wearing off “Does it bother you?” He asks walking towards me “No but if me wearing this bothers you cause of what it does then you don’t need to walk around shirt less”

He simply shrugs off his black-and-gold coat, letting it fall over a nearby chair. The fabric slides down his arms, revealing the crisp white shirt underneath, stretched taut across those powerful shoulders. My mouth goes dry. He begins unbuttoning the shirt with deliberate, unhurried movements. One button. Two. The fabric parts slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, golden skin stretched over hard muscle. A dark, elegant tattoo in Japanese script trails down his left ribs, the characters bold and beautiful against his skin. My gaze traces it helplessly. He turns slightly to toss the shirt aside.

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.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

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 was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

It was so thin it looked like a shirt and it was so light that it looked white. His head popped through the top and he pulled the shirt down over his abs. The shirt was loose and didn’t fit his body. My mouth went dry at the sight of his tattooed muscular arms as the sleeve hugged them. “Like what you see?” Shane asked. “No,” I scoffed. It was a lie and we both knew it. “Oh okay, you got a little drool,” Shane said as he scratched the corner of his chin. I went to wipe my chin and he chuckled. It was low and I felt it between my legs. Fuck my life. “I’m just kidding.”

ASHLEY Satisfaction trickled through my veins as I tucked my lips between my teeth, gazing at the masterpiece that was sleeping beside me. He was shirtless. In the past few weeks that I have been married to him, I have come to notice that he hates wearing a shirt to bed. His flawless ivory skin was out in the open, only for my eyes to see. He didn't have all the muscles in the world, but he was ripped enough to make my mouth water at the sight of his abs.