Tanjiro Kamado Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.

I asked with a scoff. "I'll do it," he replied, his breathing picked up. He took off his shirt. He got on his feet and took off his trousers. I stare at him. As soon as he was completely naked, I couldn't help but stare at him. He covers his body from my view. His hair covers his whole face like a Japanese BL actor. Cute. "You look good this way," I said. "Won't you help me get undressed?" I asked. He looks up at me.

TJ stood looking at her with a smile, he looked charming and that smile made him look boyish, a few strands of hair fell across his face, he wore a black jean and a black shirt paired with an ivory colored jacket, he did look dashing and any girl would be smitten by him, but not Mahira “What the hell are you doing here?’ she frowned at him, she didn’t like having men at her place except Tazz, she had already told him to refrain from coming here, yet he stood there towering over her

Riley’s POV Jax stepped out, steam curling around him like some vengeful Greek god on a casual stroll. He was now completely shirtless, a towel wrapped around his waist at a disturbingly low level. Droplets clung to his chest like they didn’t want to leave, sliding over the sharp ridges of his abs and lower, disappearing into those sharp v lines just above his— Nope. Nope, no thank you. I shook my head. My eyes snapped back up like I'd just been caught stealing government secrets.

It made her steps lighter. She headed straight for the kitchen because she wanted an apple to start her day. Maybe a bottle of cold water too. But the moment she stepped through the door, she froze. There, in the bright kitchen, Santino stood with an apron tied carelessly around his waist. And he was shirtless. Completely shirtless. His strong back faced her at first, all defined lines and warm skin, and he was flipping something in a pan like he cooked shirtless every day. He wore only a pair of jeans sitting low on his hips, and his usually neat, slicked-back hair was a messy disaster like he had been running his hands through it for an hour.

I have to do it alone and he knew it, it was the way to test me; but he poisoned me with the hatred I just wanted to forget and yet I wasn't strong enough to make that decision. "I can't let you die...I don't want you to die" Hiroki apologizes in regret, very sad, but he knows that if I don't do it there might be more consequences. Aunt Akiyama lends me a kimono, at the top it was white and at the bottom it was red, I wore a waist band of the same color, but a little lighter and a golden buckle of a flower; I tied my hair in a low tail with a white ribbon.

he replied with a smile. At that moment, I noticed he was in running shorts, his shirt appeared ripped as if he had fallen, and he wasn't wearing any shoes. I glanced up at him and furrowed my brows in confusion. I was just about to say something when Ikaris spoke. "I run better without shoes," he chuckled. "And your shirt? Did you fall?" I asked, pointing at him. Ikaris looked down and then back at me before reaching for the shirt's hem and pulling it off, revealing his muscular chest. He smiled at me, a smirk on his lips. I could feel my cheeks flush as I looked away.

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

The room was empty-looking. I stepped slowly out— “Ahh!” I yelped, nearly jumping out of my skin. Adrian stood just a few feet away, bare-chested, his tattoos and muscles on full display. My grip on my towel tightened as my pulse skyrocketed. “You can wear one of my shirts,” he said casually. I nodded quickly, walking past him into his massive walk-in closet. I grabbed the first shirt I saw, which stopped just above my knees, and a pair of shorts so big I had to tie them at the side.

It’s strangely domestic, a feeling I haven’t felt with the other bodyguards before him and I hate it. Despite the rising temperature and the bead of sweat rolling down my back in my light cotton clothes, Josiah must be roasting in his black shirt and workout shorts. “Trying to get me to take my shirt off?” He teased, a neutral face in place. His words would have been flirty if his face had a grin. “You wish.” It wasn’t the most inspired answer yet but it was all I could think of. Honestly, I want to see him shirtless. I bet his abs are undoubtedly another amazing sight like the rest of his body.