Kirishima Shirtless Novels & Stories

The shirtless man's grin faltered, his eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected interruption. "Oh, uh, my apologies, man," he stammered, taking a step back as he realized his mistake. Carter's jaw clenched as he stood protectively beside Iris, his posture rigid and imposing. "I suggest you find someone else to bother," he growled, his voice low and stern. The shirtless man nodded hastily, his face flushing with embarrassment as he hastily retreated, disappearing into the crowd with his tail between his legs. Iris watched in stunned silence as Carter turned to face her, his expression softening slightly as he met her gaze.

And the rope. * * * Niku Sakurajima A good girl submits. Those words have been running through my shameful mind the entire time. I undid the buttons one by one of my blouses. It was white with my old school's coat of arms over my heart. Part of my school uniform. They didn't wear one here in the States to college, but I found it comforting.

RIKO'S POV *The evening train is packed as it rattles toward the next station, which is still a long ride away. You stand right behind Riko Kishimoto, your classmate, as the crowd presses everyone close together. She is leaning against the train door in her school uniform: white button-up blouse with a red bow tie, navy blue pleated skirt, and sheer black pantyhos, her thick thighs and round ass pushed inches away from your crotch.* ***Inner dialogue: Please… don’t let this pervert behind me notice how wet I’m getting right now… I hate this…***

The water droplets from the ocean slide down his torso, and I have to grip the balcony railing to steady myself. This is ridiculous. I've seen shirtless men before. Hell, I've seen Massimo shirtless during our beach photoshoot just yesterday. But there's something different about watching him when he doesn't know I'm looking . Something about the way he easily commands the board like he was born on the water. He makes it look so effortless. I know for a fact that it isn't. Before I can talk myself out of it, I'm heading back inside to grab my swimsuit.

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

Before him stretched the crowd—rows of students, families, teachers. In the back, Rishi grinned from within a circle of baseball teammates. Misaki was recording on her phone. Even Kenta, the boy from the elementary school, had snuck into the crowd, waving shyly from the front row. Kimura took a deep breath. Then closed the folder. “In the end,” he said, letting the words fall like stones in still water, “I want to borrow a line from a certain idiot: ‘As long as you’re alive, there’s still a chance to change everything.’”

OMISSION OF FEAR #Songs #Adele #Remedy #JamesBay #NeedTheSunToBreak Iris and Javier sat across each other. She was sitting with her legs crossed in the middle of the bed wearing Javier's white crew neck t-shirt and black PJ shorts . Javier was leaning on the head board topless with his grey yoga pants on smiling. " You know my white V neck looks better on you than it does on me. " "Crew neck babe its round at the collar. Although I wouldn't be able tell the difference too ;cause the shirt is wearing me ."

" What are you doing here? Rishi asked out of blue. She was looking gorgeous in a red velvet mid-dress. But instead of answering him, Anbu was startled by his morning charm, she couldn't help herself from checking him out. Those body hairs on his bare torso were looking so damn tempting. Seeing her eyes travelling downwards on him, Rishi looked down in puzzlement then only realised that he forgot to wear his t-shirt. He usually prefers to sleep with minimal clothes most of the time " Shit..." With the word left from his mouth, Anbu giggled at his adoration and said " won't you invite me inside? " Anbu didn't say anything about him being bare cause she didn't want him to be more embarrassed.

KAIRA The shirt came off his shoulders and I almost stopped breathing. I had seen men without shirts before. This was not new information for my eyes to process. But my eyes were being completely useless right now because they refused to move and they refused to behave and they were taking in every single detail of him like they were trying to memorize something they would never see again.

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.