Thomas Brodie Sangster Shirtless Novels & Stories

Where was he? Where was Thane. The whole hall grew silent, and I noticed why, he just walked in. He was shirtless, only in a pair of torn-up jeans; he hadn’t bothered about washing off the blood of the men he had beaten up and killed; his body was covered in blood, and a cold shiver walked it way down my spine. His eyes were cold and empty; he didn’t look up to me once.

“Thomas is coming, by the way.” Lisette's eyes almost pop out. She takes Eleonor's arm, ready to get out of there, but there's no time. Thomas walks into the locker room, still wearing his blue-black shorts, with a sloppy top showing off the tattoos on his arms. His hair is messy and there's sweat dripping down his slightly tanned skin. He's wearing a wide smile, showing his white-perfectly-aligned teeth. “I hope you enjoyed the fight…” Thomas says, rubbing his hands together.

A silent, powerful tableau of masculine beauty and devotion. Alaric, regal and commanding, stood in a crisp white linen shirt that clung impeccably to his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled once to reveal his powerful forearms. His dark hair was still slightly damp, a few strands clinging to his forehead, giving him a softer, more approachable look. Theron, effortlessly charismatic, leaned against the mantelpiece, clad in black slacks and a perfectly fitted black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the intricate lines of his arm tattoos. His silver hair gleamed, catching the firelight like moonlight. And Ranon…

If I wasn't so drunk I may have come to their defence, but I was too busy lusting over Brody. He wore a tight white t-shirt and black jeans; his muscles obvious under his clothing. His smell of arousal was strong, and he groaned lowly as I pressed myself harder into him. "Baby we're going home" he said pulling me towards the club exit, "and don't think just because you are dressed liked that, and are pressing your sexy little body against me, that you aren't in trouble. You too will be punished for this".

he said confidently. Daniel hesitated for a moment before beginning to remove his shirt. His voice, soft yet urgent, whispered, "Please don't be afraid." Slowly, he removed his shirt, revealing a well-toned physique that seemed almost unreal in its perfection. Without hesitation, he then took off his pants and boxers, leaving himself completely bare. His body was truly remarkable, every muscle defined and supple.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Thomas says as he comes over in a maid outfit. "So do you," I say as I look at his long legs in fishnets. "Lacey will love you in that," Cole says as he walks around Thomas to look at his ass. "It's a surprise for her," Thomas says with a smirk. Will and Oliver walk over and I can't help but stare at their sexy bodies. Will is dressed as a sexy firefighter and Oliver is a sexy ninja. "Damn we all look great," Will says as he looks at us all in our sexy costumes.

Isobelle Lucas gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head using one hand. The way his muscles flexed and rolled screamed raw sex. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His nipple piercings glinted in the light, drawing my eyes to them. Grayson crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and peeled it up over his head. He flashed a grin as he swung the garment around above him, then sent it flying across the room. Mason took off his shirt slowly, his tattoos dancing with every fluid movement. Alex unbuttoned his cuffs first, then began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. It was a slow, tantalizing wait, but the show was well worth it.

"Do you see who's openly approaching you? He's so handsome! He even outshines Tom Ellis!" Olive sneered. "Who's that?" "That's why you need to broaden your horizons! Lucifer Morningstar is ridiculously handsome. There's no cure for that. Don't just focus on Jeon Jung Kook!" "As if I could help it," Olive grumbled. But her eyes indeed betrayed her. There, Thomas stood tall, seemingly giving special instructions. He wore a dark blue polo shirt that hugged his body perfectly, paired with brown pants that harmonized well with his outfit. He also had black sunglasses shielding his eyes from the morning sun.