Killmonger Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

He turned slightly pink. Stopping on a picture of Corbin where he stood up straight in blue swim shorts, with his hands in his pockets, shirtless and looking up at the sky, he selected the picture and selected the second picture of Corbin. An up and close picture of him sitting on a sofa looking down at his right wrist, fixing the plated bracelet seriously. He had on a black Maree Noire tee and tan long pants on while a simple silver chain hung from his neck with a silver ring on it with a swirl like band hanging in the centre as he leaned over.

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.

Killian smiled at me before licking the drop of maple syrup off his finger. I exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure. It didn't work. “Could you please wear a shirt?” Mischief danced on his lips. “I don't want to. I feel comfortable without it.” Another wave of heat rushed through me. “What if I'm not comfortable with you without a shirt?” He leaned closer. "Somehow, I don't believe it bothers you. I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided to walk shirtless around the house.” A daring part of me awakened. “What if I decided to go shirtless to work?”

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

Not because I was ashamed, but because I didn't want to make things awkward with Maria. I settled on a light blue cotton shirt with a collar that would cover most of my neck. It wasn't perfect—the highest marks would still be visible—but it was better than nothing. I paired it with comfortable white shorts since we'd probably have training later and I wanted to be able to move easily despite the soreness. Looking at myself in the mirror again, dressed and with my hair dried and brushed, I looked almost normal. Except for the visible marks on my neck that the collar couldn't quite hide.

the announcer says, and the crowd begins to chant as the men come onto the field from the left of us. I find Modok quickly and blush when I see his chest and stomach on display. The only clothes he has on are a pair of red pants that look as if they were made to be fought in. The male Kea holds his hand in the air to get the crowd back under control and the arena goes silent again as if he yelled.

He’s in the ring, he looks like he’s a Roman candle ready to blow up and it’s also obvious my mom had no idea. When I look back at Missile, he’s wearing his standard sleeveless muscle shirt with his Flyers vest. He’s got a black backwards hat on, accented by the two diamond studs in his ears. His arms are huge and completely coated in colored ink and if this wasn’t the absolute worst moment of my life I might appreciate the view. With one arm he holds me in place, with the other he makes a motion. My eyes follow it to see a male I know as “Shock” the computer nerd. He rolls his eyes at me and I know they’re mind-linking.

I suddenly heard him. I cleared my throat and entered. In order not to make it seem like I heard anything, I thought an apology would be nice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you to finish." I said as I entered. Damon was wearing a big black net shirt with an inner black singlet. This in turn was worn over baggy black jeans. Wait, was my death to him some sort of fashion runway where he showed off his glam? Hell, he was killing this look and I was certain that I would not mind this look in my funeral.

I spotted my shiv in the mix and slipped it into my hand where it couldn’t be seen. Just because I wasn’t in camp anymore didn’t mean I wouldn’t need a weapon. After finding a clean grey sweatshirt, I peeled off the one I had on and tossed it to the floor. Since bra’s weren’t a necessity among the servants, most of us didn’t bother wearing one. It would’ve been nearly impossible to get our claws on one, anyway. This meant my bare back was on display for both Nox and Hakeem, but I’d never been shy to begin with.