Tanjiro Kamado Shirtless Novels & Stories

He finally said. His assistant nodded and excused himself, he returned shortly with Ashley, who wore a white kimono over black bikini that clung to her breathtaking curves. Aiden nodded to his assistant, and the man disappeared out of sight. Ashley slowly took off the kimono, revealing her body in her full glory, Aiden breath caught in his throat, and he looked away for a brief moment.

A quick shower later, and I'm still replaying the feel of his lips on my skin, tempted to give in to my desires but resisting, wanting to save myself for what's to come. Skincare routine done, I open the drawer, but instead of sleepwear, I choose a white T-shirt from Renzo's collection. It's sheer, revealing my naked body beneath, and as I run my fingers through my long hair, I feel a rush of confidence and excitement. I know this shirt will drive him wild.

Tajsa ~“I drop mine if you drop yours.” Damon ~“Oh, baby I am already there.” Before my words even drop cold, so do my pants. Tajsa ~“And that shirt, it has to go, I want to feel those muscles pressing hard into my skin.” Damon ~“My shirt for yours and don't worry about the bra cause I already know that you don’t have one on.” She slides her pants over her thighs and down her supple legs, kicking them to one side. She unbuttons her blouse one button by one and lets them fall off her shoulders.

He laughed at that. "Ah... I always lose in that field ... even though I'm already dressed a little smart today." Ben replied, took a step back, and seemed to show off his OOTD, which he thought was smart. What Jazzy saw was black jeans slightly torn in the thigh ... with a checkered shirt rolled up by the sleeves, and unbuttoned on the top two buttons ... what made Jazzy shake her head was ... He was not wearing any clothes inside that shirt ... his chest hair was coming out of the shirt… and it was very thick. “Enough of the chit-chat. Can we just get in the car, as you could see… I can't stand alone. ” Snapped Sandro.

Kimmy suggested, pulling Jessie over to the drink table. "Holy sh*t." Kimmy gasped out suddenly, causing the apple cider she was pouring to spill. Jessie followed her eyes over to Andres, who had on a gladiator outfit that was basically just a leather loincloth around his waist, a red cape tied around his shoulder, leather gladiator slippers and golden bars around his wrist. "Suddenly, I feel underdressed." Kimmy looked down at herself. Just then Christian, who was also dressed in the bare minimum. In a white toga tied around his waist, and a white cloth thrown over his shoulders, walked by, giving Andres a once over.

he muttered under his breath, and I wasn’t sure if it was a curse or a prayer. He stopped right in front of me and held the umbrella over my head. I blinked up at him like I didn’t trust he was real. And then he cursed again—this time louder—and without a second thought, pulled off his shirt. Just. Pulled. It. Off. Right there in the middle of the street, muscles and abs and every single Greek god I never believed in suddenly existing in one tall, brooding package. “Wha—Adriano!” I choked out, wide-eyed. “Your men are watching—”

you know nothing about him Jasmine, she reminded herself. He had taken off his suit, and was now unbuttoning his shirt and ripping off the tie. She couldn’t help but stare at him, captivated by the mesmerizing way he undressed. It was as if she was witnessing a supermodel preparing for a photoshoot. His almost shirtless figure. revealed a body that was not only fit but well–toned, a perfect contrast to the crisp white shirt he had just discarded. The allure of his well–sculpted physique left her in awe. He was perfection.

There were still a few droplets of water collected on his shoulders, wet from the shower. I could make out the long V on his lower-half that disappeared into the waist-band of his sweats and the trail of hair that trickled down from under his bellybutton. With the amount of ink on his skin, it was hard to see at first glance. "Do you want me to put on a shirt?" "No ." I shouted, astonishing even myself at how loud I was. "I mean, no," I said, less enthusiastic and mellowed out. "You don't have to if you don't want to put a shirt on." His eyes leveled with mine.

He stated, shaking his head and offering a faint smile. “How? You barely get any sleep.” I slightly frowned. “I get the amount of sleep I need.” “No, you don’t. Now, take your off shirt and get in.” I ordered him. Damiano looked at me with a raised brow. “And why do I need my shirt off?” “Because I’m addicted to seeing you shirtless. Hurry, I don’t have all day.” I said impatiently. “You’re getting a little too comfortable bossing me around.” He clicked his tongue, but still took off his shirt, leaving him in the delicious glory of his six-pack and tattoos.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.