Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

As she was sipping on the cappuccino with her tongue licking the spec of cream on the side of her lips, Noah arrived in front of her. He was not dressed in any flashy outfit but a simple sleeveless swear shirt and a pair of shorts. Shannon stared at him with blood shot eyes. She placed her cup down onto the saucer and tapped her long nails onto the table. “Are you seriously wearing… that?” She asked with disgust. It was humiliating for her to be seating with him like that. A crowd of whispers soon filled her ears, causing her even more embarrassment. “What’s wrong with this?” Noah questioned with a dumbstruck tone as he flexed his muscles to impress her.

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.

I make a mental not to ask him about it, to see if it was real. Flipping over a few more pages, I suddenly see a picture I wasn't expecting. It's Shinee, shirtless, from however many years ago. His pants hang low around his hips, his stunning physic being shown off with no holds barred. It's a shock, seeing him so exposed when usually I see him dressed immaculately from head to toe. He's usually modest, so seeing him with a slight sheen of sweat is...jarring. Staring at it, I feel my stomach twisting, a streak of desire reaching my mind section. I've always known Shinee was good looking...but this?

"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?" "I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day." "That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.

What a lucky girl. Many love her, many men are willing to defend her and she has many friends. “What are you looking at there?” I looked at Shin. He was already wearing a simple plain white shirt and denim shorts. It turns out that simple clothes are more suitable for Shin, the whiter of his skin and his good looks. “Ah, this,” I showed the pictures I was holding to him. “I saw it while opening the cabinet, hehehe ...” I said and returned the pictures to the cabinet.

Oba has cooked enough food to feed a regiment. Goose. Glazed ham. Roasted potatoes in two distinct styles because the team has had a months-long disagreement about whether they should be crisp or fluffy and Oba has finally lost his patience and made both. Sprouts, which I disrespect on principle and eat anyway because Oba is watching. Max wears a paper crown the entire meal. Chana has put tinsel in her hair which freaks me out. Playful Chana is generally a very dangerous beast. Saint and Tariq are sitting next to each looking so in love it’s adorable.

I was just waiting for him to notice me, but it was like he didn't care, or he wasn't bothered, but I need this thing to work out tonight, and I need it to work quickly. Thane went straight to his bed, and laid on it. He was looking around still, and his eyes wandered to me. “Why are you looking at me?” Thane asked, and I responded by doing just one thing. I removed my shirt. I could see his eyes widen, and his brows furrowed into a frown, staring at my bare chest with no boobs on it. I was wearing a fake abs compression shirt, but it blended perfectly with my skin, that if you weren't looking too close, you wouldn't notice. It made my stomach look flat without abs, and that made it even mor