Sukuna Ripping Shirt Novels & Stories

He only deepened the kiss, teeth catching my lower lip, and a rough sound vibrated out of his throat that went straight between my legs. When he finally drew back, we were both breathing too hard. His amber eyes were dark and focused on my mouth. A thin band of shadow still circled my waist like a reminder that he could put me wherever he wanted. Then he reached up, took the front of my new shirt in both hands, and ripped it clean down the middle. The sound of tearing fabric filled the quiet room. I stared down at the ruined soft pink material hanging open off my shoulders. “I could have taken it off,” I said hotly, the words coming out sharper than I intended. “I just got that. It was cute.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

I step closer to make sure whatever I am looking is not just a dream but a reality. Shawn with his trousers and a sleeveless loose round neck tee was working in the kitchen probably going to make dinner. I try to get closer bluntly when my eyes widened in horror. He pulls off his tee which was drenched in sweat beads and throws it on a chair. He must have come from a evening walk afterall he is a fitness freak and whenever free loves to have a walk or do exercise.

A smirk plastered to his features. Grabbing for his shirt, I ripped it open, sending buttons flying around us. Crouching low, my tongue started by his sharp-as-a-knife v-line, licking all the way up to his neck. Julian stiffened a bit, before grabbing my ass again, pressing me to him. He was already hard and waiting for what might happen next. My core throbbed in answer. "You aren't the only one allowed to play," I purred and bit his neck, sucking it raw, my canines drawing some blood. Julian's hands gripped my arms and squeezed, be it out of shock or excitement. My nails clawed down his back, ripping the shirt even more. Trickles of blood already forming.

He stood up, walking toward me with a slow, dangerous grace. “My shirt?” he raised a brow. “I didn’t have any clothes here. Please, just let me wear this and go bring my things,” I said. His face turned irritated instantly. “You want to bring your junk into my house?” his voice thundered. The girl chuckled, crossing her legs confidently on the sofa. “Then what do you expect me to do? There’s no female outfit here!” I snapped back. And then— He did something horrifying. He grabbed the shirt and ripped it straight down the middle.

He didn’t αnswer. He wαs αlreαdy teαring his clothes off‚ jαcket flying‚ shirt ripped open so violently the buttons went flying like shrαpnel‚ belt yαnked out with one sαvαge pull‚ pαnts shoved down without cαre. “Killiαn‚ I sweαr to God‚ this isn’t you! You’re not this mαn! They sαid you’d ruin me‚ αnd you did! You’ll leαve me for her αgαin!”

I don't know where to hide myself where he can't find me. ' oh god eki what have you done? ' my brain questioned to me in terror. ' can't you see yourself! I have cut my own legs ' I said sarcastically to my brain. With crystal eyes, I looked down at the burnt shirt. it's a black coloured shirt with small small handprints of different different colours. Small hands assured me that they are Oni's handprints. Probably she had designed this plain black shirt into a colourful one by her handprints. No wonder why it's so special to him but now it's no use as I have ruined it.

Once they are undone, Silas takes off his shirt. "Is this what you want?" I nod. I run my hands all over his torso every touch, a new adventure. "This is what I want." Si rips open my shirt and yanks it off me. I guess I'm not glass anymore. I'm sitting up, and with a quick flick, he has my bra off and across the room. He grabs my hands and holds them above my head, pushing me back down.

The excitement circulating in my body had me feeling nervous when he ripped my shirt apart. "Ahh" it was so frightening as my chest was exposed leaving me in a bra. His eyes lingered on my face before he shifted to my chest. I swore the man was a full package, from his hard arms. His broad shoulders and rippling muscles were everywhere to the thing in his trousers. So hard and aroused that I saw when he tugged at my bra and ripped it open. It was surprising how he used little strength to rip my clothes

The sense of his presence makes me drip… and damn it, my skirt isn't under my ass and my thing can't soak up my slimy pussy juice, that means I'm dripping on his damn couch. ‘Oh, yeah…’ The sense of ruining his furniture drives me wild. My legs gently tremble. My hands try to steady on my knees but my sluttu fingers drive them between my thighs, swimming down to my pussy. “Smart mouth, huh?” I'm not expecting the firm yank on my shirt. His hand grabs a fistful of the fabric and he drags, so hard, so smooth, that the shirt rips off, leaving my upper body bare. My big ripe breasts bounce out, full, plump… succulent.