Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

Moreover, the reporter also showed his photos when he was with the executive manager, George Wellington, on various occasions, making the scandal inevitably visible in the eyes of the LA public. After shaving, Lean immediately stepped into his room to replace the towel wrapped around his waist with a pair of comfortable cotton shorts and a sleeveless shirt that would give his muscular brown arms perfectly exposed. His performance this morning is sure to invite a chorus of hungry beach women to the point of drooling. But Lean doesn't care, for him this holiday must be perfect and run smoothly as he wants.

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.

Noah, his ego being too big for his own shoes to acknowledge the possibility of getting his a$$ kicked after all, just smirked at Shaylin and threw the cloth he used for polishing the blades just minutes ago over his shoulder. He wore light blue jeans and only a white cotton ribbed tank on top, his naked shoulders and huge biceps glistening under the slowly setting sun. His tattoos made a contrast to the light, looking like shadows creeping onto Noah's skin, ready to seize his arms from behind and subdue him.

I breathed it off and dressed up in a black hose, wearing a short denim jean under. I matched it with a peach off shoulder top. Next, I wore a black hoodie to cover the outfit, since bright colors were forbidden. As I marched to school, I was passing near the gym when I saw Bane. He was naked at the top. Thus, this left me staring at me like a hungry she-wolf. He was lifting an exercise instrument which made his chest flex sexily. I bit my lips at the sight, watching how hot he looked by that

Ashton "What the hell are you wearing, Ashy?" Lautner said nonchalantly and immediately walk in my direction, he then turned me around to look closely at the clothes I was wearing. I couldn't help but frown because it feels like there is something wrong with what I was wearing right now based on the tone of his voice. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and trunks because I plan to swim in the ocean after the Caribbean boys were done with their strip show. I just really want to see naked men dancing on stage, I don't know but I have never really seen such a show before.

"Do you have a thing for moping? Cause you've been doing it a lot lately." ‘Lately he says! We haven’t seen each other in days. The audacity!’ I thought, yet said nothing. I blinked. Twice. And then again. Was it hot in here? Or was it just… Well. Every single man in the room was shirtless and glistening in sweat. Except Ronan. He looked exactly as he always did — calculated, composed, not a single bead of sweat trailing down his temple, or anywhere for that matter. It was then I realised unlike everyone else, he was the only one not in training gi. He was in his suit pants. Which told me he might have returned not too long ago.

Maybe getting naked in front of a blind man is less embarrassing than being alone with strangers. We started with an onsen bath and my guest was feeling shy still wrapped up in his robe. “Steffan, this is an onsen. You cannot soak with your robe. I promise I won’t look,” I reassured him. But of course, I can’t help but look. Not when the robe slowly slid off his strong, muscular back. Every fibre of his back muscles tightens then relaxes as he slowly took off the robe.

He was shirtless, save for the apron that was tied around him. I forgot why I came down for a moment and enjoyed this view of him. “Miss Alina?” Yasmine’s voice came up like an annoying bug behind me, wrting Ethan who glanced backwarr over his shoukder. I turned around to face him, forcing a smile. My cheeks were on fire. Thankfully Yasmine's face was neutral, nothing indicated that she had caught me ogling her boss. “Yes.” “Trust you're comfortable in these clothes? I understand that it is not anything close to your usual but I'm afraid situations like this don't usually happen.”

Jumping to his feet, he ran to get as far away from the Nebos as possible. The sun struck him like warm fingers on his naked legs and ass. He couldn't go back for his clothes and get caught by the alien fabric. All Sloan still had was his ripped top hanging on his arms. His favorite band shirt now looked like a vest, thanks to the king of the assholes.

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.