Denki Kaminari Shirtless Novels & Stories

Ivy opened the bathroom door and paused. Most of the lights were off, save for those built into the headboard. Killam lay on his back, one foot propped on his other knee, looking at something. "I'm done," she announced. He popped up, giving her a first look at his shirtless chest. His skin was a smooth, golden brown. There wasn't a tattoo or scar on him. Just rippling muscles right down to the waistband of his athletic shorts. She swallowed and side-stepped, giving him a wide berth.

The door opened and I stood facing Damien. He looked tired like I had just woken him. But when he saw me standing in front of him, his face turned into something like surprise. “Anila?” He whispered. I bit my lower lip; this was the first time I had seen Damien shirtless, and I wasn’t disappointed. He had a nicely built 6 pack, which was insane to me because I didn’t know he was athletic. He wore pajama pants, but they were hanging off his waistline and left no mystery of what lay underneath.

My job’s equivalent to working in a chocolate factory. ‘Karen already knows him, don’t you, darling?’ purred Armina, her arm linked with the willowy Jo’s, both women presenting their bodies as near naked as public appearance allowed, in miniskirts and cropped tops. Spike just sat there without speaking, his booted legs crossed in front of him, his neat tush parked on the seat of his mean machine. He wore faded, ragged, obscenely short cutoffs. Only a skimpy vest covered his upper body, and his muscles bulged, matching the impressive himp in his crutch. His pectorals were crowned by erect nipples on an almost hairless chest turned golden brown by the sun.

“Show me.” They sat on the couch together. Kai opened the link and the screen filled with the campaign images. There he was larger than life. Shirtless on a Milan rooftop at golden hour, the phoenix tattoo glowing across his chest, jeans riding low on his hips, eyes staring straight into the camera like he was daring someone to look away. Damien stared at the screen without saying anything for a long moment. “Fuck,” he finally breathed. Kai glanced at him. “Too much?” Damien shook his head slowly, eyes still glued to the images. “No. It’s… you look incredible. But seeing you like that everywhere…” He swallowed hard. “It’s doing things to me.”