Steve Harrington Shirtless Novels & Stories

Shirtless. Let me say that again, shirtless! Daniel Snider was standing in front of me in his six foot glory, wearing nothing but blue sweatpants and a weirdly hot headband on his head as he sliced onions into a pot. What the actual hell? "Done staring?" Daniel's smug voice asked and my cheeks heated up. "Wasn't staring," I scoffed eve though I knew it was obvious I was staring. "Why are you in a public space, half naked?"

My hands curl and I hold the hem of my shirt. Don't you wanna see him shirtless? That thought coursed through my mind and I couldn't help but blush. I have never seen Jason shirtless before. He was always in suits and I've only seen him once in casual clothes. I felt my throat dry up when Jason came out of the water shirtless. My breath hitched and all I could think of was - did he always have abs? This was a rare moment for me and I didn't want this to be ruined.

The water rippled around her, covering her thighs, her waist, up to her breasts—but not high enough to hide the peaks of her nipples, already tight and flushed from the heat. Steve’s wolf stirred. A growl built low in his throat—not of anger, but of need. She leaned her head back, wetting her hair, then looked at him with those teasing green eyes. “You coming in or not, Alpha?” He stepped forward, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Scars lined his chest and abs like medals—testaments to survival. His pants came next. No underwear. He never wore them. Her eyes dropped to him, hungry and deliberate.

I jolted awake and sat up on my bed, “Steve, what are you doing here?” “Open the door Olivia.” He hung up the phone then. I made my way down to the window after going back and forth with myself. I had on a tight tank top, with no bra, and loose shorts. I was aware that I was gifted in the breast department and but I didn't want to flaunt it at him. I opened the window and I saw Steve standing on the balcony. He only had sweatpants on and his whole upper body was exposed . His tattoos and abs were all in view.

“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.

I say as he stands under the water to wet his hair and body. "No one will judge you, you're still scary to them all," he says as we swap places. "You think so?" "I don't think you should wear a shirt. Show people you don't give a fuck if they see your scars." "Should I shave my chest?" I ask as I look down at the fairly thick hair that's grown. "If you want to, I think it would make you more comfortable if you do."

I was standing infront of him as he gently cupped my cheek, I could see his tattooed strong arms peeking though his sleeves. I wonder if Harold also has tattoos in his whole body, probably every mafia has tattoos. I looked up at Harold as he was busy chewing his food. He was wearing a full sleeved black hoodie and I have never seen him in half sleeved t-shirts or shirtless and I don't even want to see him shirtless. Probably he'll have those strong abs and biceps... uhg. Think of a shirtless Dylan. He'll probably be like spicy meat without any shirt on.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

* and *“You looked so good in that shirt today. Wonder what you’d look like out of it.” He always responded politely but firmly. *“Miss Harrington, I’m focused on my internship. Please keep things professional.”* It only made me wetter. His resistance was driving me insane. Tonight I was going all in. I chose my outfit carefully: a sheer white blouse that was almost see-through under the office lights, a tiny black skirt that rode up my thighs when I sat, and nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. My full breasts moved freely, nipples already stiff and visible through the fabric. My pussy was already soaked just thinking about what I was going to do.

"OK, my shirt is off, and I'll leave it off for four downs. Now can we get on with it?" Hannah said, "Your shirt? That's not the penalty I remember." "I know, but I think that's a decent compromise for today." "I need more than that for my first strip sack, bro." "But --" "No one can see you out here. It's completely secluded. You don't have to be embarrassed. Now take your penalty like a real man."