Tanjiro Kamado Shirtless Novels & Stories

Men always didn’t know how to take even quarter of whatever the hell they gave out and it was so infuriating. As I stared broodingly at Kaden’s wall, I decided to go in and talk to him. When he opened the door wearing only pants hanging loosely on his waist,bobbing his head slowly to music from within and chomping on a chicken wing, I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you own a shirt?" I could never get used to seeing him shirtless all the time. It made my skin…tingle. And it was always super distracting if I was being honest.

The ground shook slightly. "It's not like I have to get naked," he said. "You can turn around. I'm decent." I did and immediately saw that he was shirtless. The green shirt he was wearing hung in his hand. "Serious?" I asked. "Waiting for me to compliment you on your perfect abs?" Troy smiled big. "You think my abs are perfect?" I blushed again. Then tried to cover it up with a shrug. "They aren't bad." He winked. "That's good enough." He pulled his shirt over his head.

I crooned, pressing my palms flat onto his bare chest—it was only then I noted that he was shirtless. My eyes traced the valley between his pectoral muscles, moving down to the hills and ripples of his carved and chiseled abdominal muscles, right up until the V lines which led further down south with a dark sprinkling of hair. I swallowed but my throat had run dry so it felt like ingesting grains of sand. And, when I looked more closely, I realized Jericho only had on a pair of Iron Man boxers. A jovial smile crept onto my face even though my skin flushed from his utter lack of clothing, "Aren't you too old for these?"

He gives her a dap and a bro-hug. "It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." I think. He's shirtless, in nothing but grey camo knickers, the white waistband of his underwear peeking through to say hello. Amanda doesn't even flinch, she returns the hug as if she hugs sweaty boys for a living. Then finally, it's my turn.

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Trust me, I did not fuck up. "Wait, what? What about the male shoot?" "You're going to be the model. Your black slacks wore fine, just get a darker colored button up shirt and meet us up front." I walked away before he could object. Oh hot damn. That's all I could think when Jose came out from the dressing room. Part of me thought that he would freeze up, maybe be a little shy, but he walked out with his head held high. The shirt that I told him to wear was not buttoned up, instead he had it open, his chiseled body on display. His caramel skin was smooth, bare. The lines on his body were so defined, so firm, I could only imagine what it would feel like to rub my hands over his abs and up his

It took almost half a minute before Mort broke their intense gazes. "Wear this," Mort ordered as he handed his shirt to her. Sumire's face blushed when she saw herself almost naked. Mort dressed her in his big black t-shirt that almost reached her knee. 'I feel like ... dirty ...' she utters in her mind. Cheeks burning in red, Sumire quickly put on the panty that slid down her left leg. While Mort took the spare shirt from the motor and put it on. When he saw her done and well-dressed, Mort looked at the maiden from the head down to toe.

There, he stood shirtless, the remnants of the borrowed T shirt still fresh in his memory. In the privacy of his room, Adam set about shedding the remnants of the day's activities. He carefully unbuttoned his suit, which had borne witness to the highs and lows of the kindergarten event. His wet shirt, now a testament to his unexpected participation in the water filled race, was peeled away, revealing a body marked not only by his physical prowess but also by the scars of his past. The discarded clothes found their place in the laundry basket, a stark contrast to the polished attire he usually wore. As Adam settled onto his bed, he let out a deep breath, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling.

Although, it was very amusing to watch them do it to others. Thad smiled once he saw me join them. He was looking extremely sexy in his dark jeans, white button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up onto his forearms, and his hair tied back in his manbun. I did not know what it was about his manbun, but it just tied together his overall look.

He pushed his hair out of his face. "Holy crap this water is cold," he gasped. I smirked at him as he walked out of the water completely drenched. His shirt stuck to his body and became see through. "Dude when did you get so strong?" Brody asked when I stood up. I shrugged and felt a cold rush on my back. I see Jacob shirtless and see his shirt clinging onto mine. "Jacob you dumbass," I scowled and threw it back at him. I felt my shirt being lifted off on me and a warm one being put on my body. The scent of Titis seeped our of the clothing.