Barely Tolerable Shirt Novels & Stories

"Relax and we'll get you change up before going to the pack " "No! I mean….I don't want to change up, please." I really liked the shirt ,it was comfy,light and warm and the smell, his smell..was something I didn't want to leave in a hurry. "Why?" "I'm okay with this?" I pleaded. "I can't let others see you like this." His eyes strayed to my laps and I gasped. "It's late already, they won't see. They don't even care what I wear in the dung….uhm…yeah dung.".

It was enough to drive me crazy. Your man? I tuned it out again. I wasn't going to entertain its foolishness. I unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it on. I sucked in a breath and allowed the large shirt to cocoon me. It was so comfortable that it almost made me cry at how good it felt to be wearing his shirt. It was comforting and made me feel at ease. Maybe, just maybe. I might have just found my new obsession. His shirts.

Everything looked like it belonged in a billionaire’s private closet. Lena’s eyes widened with delight. “Wow… *this* is what I’m talking about.” The attendant brought out several shirts. Lena ran her fingers over the fabrics reverently, her touch almost worshipful. “This one feels incredible… Oh, this one too. And this—this is amazing.” She held up a deep blue shirt, then glanced at me with a mischievous grin. “He’s going to look *hot* in this. The quality is top-tier.” The attendant nodded proudly. “It’s from one of our most exclusive lines.”

She was forced to accept Sebastian’s offer of a shirt to wear. “I'll just put this on.” she said, her voice a touch shy. “I don't have anything else to wear.” Sebastian smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “No problem.” he said. “I have more shirts than I know what to do with.” He handed her a white shirt, a size larger than hers, the fabric soft and crisp. Julie slipped the shirt over her head and stepped back from the mirror. The shirt was loose around her, the hem falling to her thighs, revealing her bare legs. Her breasts were free, their shape barely contained within the soft material.

We'd pulled out of the harbour sometime around 8pm, when I was still settling into my room. He looked so beautiful. He's a guy, why would you say that. All donned in a shirt made of thin materials, probably polyester. How would you know materials now. Last time I spoilt one of my shirts because I couldn't tell that it wasn't meant to throw it into a washing machine. His shirt was so thin I could see his perfectly broad chest. You got all this by a glance of 3 seconds. If it was meant to be a casual glance, how did you know how many seconds.

“Oh, nothing much.” “Don’t tease me. Surely, you have something on,” he said with intrigue. Joanna laughed. “I do, but I’m afraid it isn’t the sexy satins you see women where in lingerie catalogues.” “Oh?” “It’s just a white T-shirt,” she said sweetly. “It’s short – very short actually, it stops around my thighs.” “Considering how you described that shirt, it sounds just as sexy as a silk teddy,” he said. “And I’m sure you look delicious in it like you do in everything else.”

I moaned, and when I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me with that same unbearable tenderness—the kind that made it both hard to breathe and difficult to remain stable. “Seriously, stop looking at me like that or I’m going to tear this beautiful shirt off of you.” “And who the fuck said I wouldn’t like that?” “Nobody,” I replied, pressing my hand into his chest and fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, “I just like the shirt very much, I’d hate to see it torn.”

Everything smelled faintly like him, cedar, citrus, and something warm underneath that I still couldn't name without my face heating again. I slid my fingers over the edge of a t-shirt and pulled it free. It was dark blue. Soft. I held it up against my frame and stared. It was ridiculous. The shirt hung down like a dress, the sleeves dropping past where my elbows bent in. The hem brushed past my thighs, almost to my shins. I looked like a child playing dress up with her father's clothing. A laugh tried to bubble up, both nervous and quiet, but I swallowed it down and shoved the shirt back in the drawer like it personally insulted me. I tried to make sure that it was still somewhat folded.

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.

“You need to get dressed.” Grumbles filled the room, Colton nimbly catching the shirt Kate threw in his direction. “I’m not wearing this,” he scoffed, holding up the paisley button-down as if it were poisonous. “Where the hell did you get this monstrosity?” “I ordered it,” Kate shrugged, eyes rolling at his insolence. “It’s a nice shirt. It’ll look good on you.”