Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

Osborn slowly took off his coat and then his shirt. "Dear, help me take off my pants!" He helped me sit up, took my hands, and placed them on his pants. I trembled as I unzipped his pants, his erect cock almost hitting me in the face without the constraints of his pants. At this moment, Osborn only wore wet underwear. He had a sturdy figure with six-pack abs and his hair protruding from the edges of his underwear, which was sexy. I was still gasping for breath, and my whole body was heaving.

It has been three days since Kyushu. Cai Kang is dressed in his Mao suit with a golden dragon embroidered on the entire top. This outfit was prepared in advance by the old man. As old-fashioned as he could be, he at least has some good taste. Noriko is currently brushing his hair as she insists on doing it herself. Cai Kang rarely gets to dress like this so he had some help from the twins when it comes to formal wear and hosting the Omiai itself.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease. We made our way toward the beach, and the sight of the golden sand and sparkling waves was breathtaking. I was dressed in a long, flowing Egyptian skirt that wrapped around my waist, designed to cover my legs but still allow for a glimpse of the swim trunks underneath. Noah, meanwhile, looked effortlessly handsome in his swim shorts, his bare chest glistening in the sunlight.

He was standing near the bar with Quinton and two of his teammates that lived here in Kingmoore Court—Ian and Anthony—a bottle of ice water in his hand. Unlike most people here who were wearing shorts, bikinis, and trunks, Zaire Gibson looked like he stepped right out of a damn fashion magazine. One thing about him—he knew how to dress himself. His drip was always top tier. His red-tipped dreads were tied behind his head , a stray one casually falling on the side of his face. I bit my lip, unable to understand how someone could be so effortlessly handsome. He was wearing a tight white tank top and a short sleeved casual blue cropped shirt. Baggy light blue jorts , white socks, and a pair of

His lustful eyes stop at my heaving chest. Then the movement begins. Ibhaan slowly unbuttons his blazer and shrugs it off. He stretches his body a bit, refluxing the bulging muscles as he takes an intimidating step forward. Consequently, I took several steps back. The dreadful feeling of getting overpowered is back. I feel suffocated. I want to run away...anywhere far away from these monsters. Another step forward. Another step back. He loosens his tie. His nostrils are flared. And then he does the unmentionable. He rips his shirt off and throws it away.

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

My unfinished story. He​ stood‌ there shirt​less, wear⁠ing o​nly a pair of b⁠aggy jeans t‍hat rested⁠ on his hips.⁠ His biceps w​ere⁠ hard, glistening as if h​e’d just finish‍ed an i⁠n⁠tens​e workout. His‌ abs—thos​e same abs I once ran my hands across—were righ‍t t​here. R​eal.‍ Cl⁠ose. To⁠o close.

What the hell was this? Huge, high-res images bloomed open across his screen. Noah. Shirtless. His damp skin practically glistening, framed in moody shadows against a steam-filled locker room. A weight bench. A gym floor. A towel slung too low across his hips. And the goddamn sock? Not on his feet. Of course not. One image had it tucked into the waistband of Noah’s boxers like some kind of playful accessory. Another had the thing dangling from Noah’s teeth as he winked straight into the lens.

Her eyes widened as he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique, causing her to cover her eyes. "What the heck are you doing? Why are you taking off your shirt, are you crazy?" Manuela exclaimed, even more surprised when Uno took her hands and placed them on his chest, making her face flush. "I'm curious, Ms. Ibañez. Does my appearance give you the impression that I'm excessively thin? Is my physique noticeably slender, or perhaps even gaunt, to your eyes? I'm genuinely interested in your honest perception of my body type." Uno challenged, their eyes meeting, as Manuela felt her heart pounding.

India never cares! All of us turn to the source of knox. He is in a tight white shirt that clings to his bulging mucles. He is wearing a tight jeans that also clings to his legs and even though he is extremely angry right now. He still looks hot . I shake my head and try not pay attention to his body.