Denki Kaminari Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

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.

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.

I accepted his offer with a single nod. Each article of clothing, which there isn’t a lot of, gradually slipped off of me one by one. My hastily chosen outfit for the day consists of a pair of heather gray shorty-short jersey joggers, a fitted and faded Black Sabbath t-shirt, an unlined lightweight bra and cotton string bikini underwear. For every piece of clothing removed, I am rewarded with a flood of kisses over each section of my body that is bare.

Kamilla's POV The delicate teacup slipped from my fingers, shattering against the tiled kitchen floor with a sharp crack that echoed through the quiet house. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared at Mr. Alfred standing there, shirtless, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest glistening under the morning light filtering through the window. He wore only a pair of loose shorts that hung low on his hips, revealing the V-shaped trail of dark hair leading downward. Heat flooded my body, not from embarrassment, but from the sudden rush of desire that made my thighs clench involuntarily.

He tried to chase after me, but finally gave up after a while. "Damn, you’re fast," he said. We walked back to the forest border and I shifted back, quickly putting my t-shirt on. My t-shirt got soaked as well, so it clung to my body as a tight dress leaving nothing to the imagination. I didn’t notice at first until I saw Kenzo staring at me. I put my arm across my chest swiftly, noticing he was only wearing a pair of training shorts. His chest was covered in beautiful tattoo’s, a dragon on one side and a wolf on the other.

Nikolai stood in the doorway shirtless, in loose dark pants hanging low at his hips, a cigarette between two fingers. For one stunned second I forgot to breathe. The moon caught over the sharp planes of his body, over the black ink curling along his skin. I noticed the koi tattoo on the side of his chest, and some mask tattoo on his shoulder and looked away so quickly my face burned. “S-sorry,” I stammered, rising too fast. “I couldn’t sleep. I was just… looking around.” His expression gave nothing away and I started toward the door. “I’ll leave now.”

My eyes flash back towards Ice to gauge his reaction, but his gaze is trained on Jamari with a loving look burning brightly in his usually expressionless eyes. Jamari pushes against Remiel’s chest in an attempt to get up, but Remiel locks his arms around her chest, pulling her back tightly against his chest. I watch as heat appears on Jamari’s face from whatever words Remiel whispers in her ear, probably reminding her that she is now naked. Kenji lifts his shift over his head, offering it down to our mate with a smile. She takes the shirt from his hands gratefully, quickly pulling it over her head to cover her nudity from the many eyes that are trained on her.

“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.

- He said. Being that the shirt of his uniform still had the great emblem of his house in which it looked like a large and prominent alchemical symbol, in which it was only with shirts that it symbolized the great symbology of the Arabic language and nothing else covered it other than that Tsuki Miki was the only one completely naked. "I don't want." He tried to say, but was only met by demanding lips and a struggle between wills and dominance of tongues that fought inside their mouths. With the two fingers in his anus going in and out he was greeted with a mixture of heat and coolness.

June 5th, 1990- Evening That night, in the tiny beach town, Jenny, Kimberly, and I were dressed to kill. Jenny wore shiny black leggings that emphasized her dancer-like legs with a purple and gold shirt, while Kimberly chose some amazing acid-washed jean shorts with a neon green tank-top. I had on a hot pink mini skirt with an oversized teal t-shirt hanging off one shoulder. We had used up a bottle of hairspray getting ready, so our hair looked fantastic, despite the humidity. We were ready to have some fun.