Tanjiro Kamado Shirtless の小説・ストーリー

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!

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

“Be specific.” “On the bed in my bedroom.” “What are you wearing?” My breath caught. “Is this really…” “Answer the question, Kamari.” The command in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Jeans and a t-shirt. Why?” “Take them off.” “Enzo…” “I do not like repeating myself, Kamari.” His eyes held mine through the screen. “Now take off your clothes.” My hands moved before my brain could catch up, fumbling with my jeans, shoving them down my legs. The t-shirt followed, leaving me in just my bra and underwear.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

“Come on, Jameson. Let’s not disturb the Lycan Ling any longer." Jameson waved goodbye at me, and I waved him back before he followed Jade out of the door. Once they were gone, I got up from my chair. Letting out a sigh, I reached down to unbutton my stained shirt. Once unbuttoned, I slipped the shirt off my shoulders, leaving the taut muscles of my chest bare. I tossed the shirt onto the back of my chair and ran a hand through my hair, letting the cool air of the room brush against my bare skin.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

There were no guards in the hallway, of course, for the privacy reasons of the family. I thought he left yesterday. What the hell was he doing there? Maintaining our eye-contact, we stepped closer to one another. Finally, we stopped at a hand’s distance from each other. I smiled, “greeting alpha Hikari.” He peered at me with an unruffled face. He was wearing a black shirt and pants with a white belt and shoes. A white kimono coat with wind patterns on the back and on its long sleeves fluttered around him while he strutted.

My best friend asked me. “Don’t tease me, I’ve had enough already.” I punched his arm and he jumped off the treadmill, groaning in pain. “What changed man, did Jojo ask you to wear a shirt?” I bit my bottom lip and nodded, realizing that she had begged me so much to wear a shirt, and that was because girls loved to stare at me because I was always shirtless, even when I was out. I carried my chest hair with pride. “But I was wearing a shirt, because someone told me I look better in them– even though I don’t feel better.”

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire.