Dabi Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Damn how come I didn't realize earlier.My touch produces current?" Drax frowns, looking at his hands like he has never seen them before. "What nonsense are you upto?" I exclaimed in both confusion and annoyance. "I mean it has to be the case for you to react like that" He backs off, stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket.A soft cream color shirt with half the buttons undone, leaving his chest and the abs for the show. Why bother wearing it when he can't even button his shirt? Roam around shirtless instead.

The main group of people dancing make way for him as he flails his arms around and bobs his head while jumping at least two to three feet in the air. North Carolina! C'mon and raise up! Take your shirt off! Twist it above your head (spin it like a helicopter)! The speakers blare. And of course, Sebastian rips his shirt open in the front, slips it off his body, and spins it above his head. Like a helicopter. When the chorus ends and begins with a new verse, he throws his shirt on the ground with so much force his arm is a mere blur and begins dancing shirtless like a mad-man. And when I look behind me, people are recording it.

Was that really David? I couldn't help but stare, my breath catching in my throat as my gaze swept over him. He was shirtless in trunks the color of sunset. Every muscle in his chest seemed to be chiseled, sculpted like a statue. A paper crown was on his head and a sash was across his chest. My mouth was dry. He stopped by a table and crouched down to hug a little girl who grinned up at him and put a necklace of seashells around his neck.

He was fucking shirtless. That he was shirtless wasn't only the problem, but also his skin. His skin was slick with a faint sheen of sweat, like he just finished a workout. His muscles looked enhanced. His chest was dusted with just enough dark hair to make her pulse skip. And lower...his abs were a roadmap of ridges leading to the waistband of a pair of low-slung athletic shorts. She could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear, because the fabric did nothing to hide the heavy outline straining against it.

he whispers. "Yeah, for now. I'll tell you later." I mumble an answer, a smile on my face at his concern, "Remove your shirt now." "Nah, I want to keep on-" "Or I am going to rip it off for you." Damian raises his hands in defense before unbuttoning his shirt in front of me. One of my hands tightly clench the duvet under me, staring at how inch by inch his body gets revealed, showing the deep curves of his defined abs, his hairless chest and- oh god-

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

With his slight grey stubble, golden-framed glasses, and his physique resembling that of an army man, he was dressed in a black shalwar kameez. "You're not exactly looking like a college-going girl either," Dabir teased her in return, scrunching his nose playfully. She had curly locks, and she hadn't put on any makeup. She wore a navy blue kurta with white plazo pants and a floral dupatta.