Killmonger Shirtless Novels & Stories

"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.

"Oh! Sorry, Miles! It seems like you're shirt didn't make the cross. I'll fix that bug later!" "Woah, dead eyes... you have six-pack?! You're skinny, but you have a solid body build. How are you so weak?! "Hahaha! Miles is shirtless in the middle of the city!" I'm shirtless! Don't tell me... The only shirt I brought from the previous world is gone?! "Ishigami! What happened to my shirt?!" "It probably disintegrated." "What?!" Forget about it! That isn't the worse thing these brats have done to me! I don't mind being shirtless cause damn! Do I have a sexy body!

She stood back, examining the stained shirt and too-0small leggings I donned, "What the hell are you wearing?" "Mom and I keep clothes to shift from, so we don't ruin our favourites." "Genius! I always hated stripping before supervised runs," she said, her eyes darting over to Jonas, towering several feet away. As wolves we were comfortable in nudity, a side effect of shifting in and out of human form. The chill never wore off, however, and while modestly was long out the proverbial window, I still found myself looking for cover in public shifting sessions.

No one was supposed to know. Tonight, he was wearing his favourite shirt, the one that matched the colour of his eyes, grey. It was a little tight around his arms, making his biceps seem bigger. He always left the top three buttons of this shirt loose, showing off his toned chest and silver long chain which he never ever took off. He wore this shirt with black skinny jeans, too , showing off his strong calves.

Then—because of course—Logan reached up and peeled his shirt off, to a mix of howls and wolf-whistles from the crowd. Not to be outdone, Derek tugged his own shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly strained something. “Really?” I muttered to no one. “Is it even a werewolf gathering if the men aren’t shirtless and emotionally repressed?” A soft voice at my side replied, “He looks really strong.” I turned. Aiden had slipped up beside me, his face alight with curiosity and awe. “He’s been working out,” I said dryly, though I could feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Where’d you come from?”

It almost pissed me off more that he didn’t try to talk to me. The first pair of shorts I grabbed were the skimpiest ones I owned. That wasn’t done on purpose. I think it will work out in my favor. Maybe if I can make some of the guys look, that will piss Maddox off. My T-shirt had racoons on it and said, “Stay Trashy”. Honestly, one of my favorites.

I chuckled at my own joke. He quickly opened the door and pulled me in. "Well, now that you're here, no need for masturbation anymore." I pushed the shopping bag into his chest. "I got you clothes. Now put them on before I report you for sexual harassment, chipmunk fucker." He smirked and grabbed the bag. "Spicy Gi is back. I like it." He quickly pulled out the shorts and slid them up his legs. Then he pulled out the t-shirt and held it away from him to look at it. "You got me a shirt that says, 'I don't need therapy. I just need to get F#ed in public by thirteen werewolves?'"

Zaliver began to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head, and threw it on the ground. “What are you doing?” I gasped, watching as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his zipper down. I looked away but looked back into his electric blue eyes. “Unlike werewolves, my clothes don’t shift back with me. I would be completely naked. Lucky you, huh.” He stopped moving and smiled charmingly at me.

Sometimes you had to choose the lesser of two evils and right now that was the chameleon. He was dressed casually in a pair of cargo pants and a t-shirt where chibi Deadpool and Groot from the Marvel comics were wearing onesies that looked like each other. Right now he looked like the sort of person she enjoyed hanging out with but looks could be deceiving. You can’t judge a book by its cover indeed. “Nice shirt,” Lily told him. Mark looked down as if he had forgotten what he was wearing and laughed. “Thanks. It showed up in a F******k ad and I couldn’t resist getting it.”