Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

I contend. “A great honour to have tea with you, I cannot wait.” The crowd parts once more. This time, it is not a mere courtier or official who steps forward, but Ozar himself. His presence is unmistakable—tall, broad-shouldered and full of aura. His attire speaks of a man who cares little for the conventional rules of appearance. He is wearing a black shirt—one of finely woven, yet it is untucked in some places, proving that he is a man of nonchalance. The shirt clings to his broad shoulders and strong chest, the darkness of it makes his tanned skin appear even more wicked. His trousers are tailored to perfection, accentuating the powerful lines of his legs.

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.

It’s getting dark now and she can see the sunset from where she was sitting yet she doesn’t want to go inside. JANEAH was taking a shower when she heard a loud knock on the bathroom door. She turned off the water before covering her body with a towel. She opened the bathroom door and she saw Pinky with a wide smile waiting for her outside holding a bathrobe. She smiled back at her before getting the robe and wearing it before heading to the walk in closet. She chose to wear a black short shorts and a plain black double extra large black shirt with a ‘F*ck off’ statement written on the front of the shirt. The shirt looks like a dress to her reaching below her knees. Janeah didn’t wear a bra i

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.

Shane growled. He waited for me to agree. When I nodded, he released me and I bobbed above the water as he headed for shallower waters. I watched as he grew taller out of the water as his feet touch the bottom. Coming to a stop, he reached for the hem of his shirt. I swallowed as he pulled the flimsy fabric up and over his head. I watched as he shook his hair out like a dog. He looked over his shoulder at me as I laughed. His eyes held mine before he turned away from me and threw his shirt onto the grass where it fell with a flop. Now that he was shirtless, I greedily let my eyes roam down his back.

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.

Dropping the clothes, I turn around to ask for one of his shirts and find him shirtless and tugging down his jeans. Holy back porn. It's outlined in muscle and is a golden tan. Holy shit he has lower back dimples too. My eyes skim along his bare skin, wishing it were my hands instead. My hands strangle themselves, my mouth parting to allow the labored breathing to pass. His jeans drop to his feet, and he bends over to kick them off. That round ass on display for my pleasure. My eyes scan the white tight briefs cleaning to his tight-. Wait, are those bananas?

I picked out some simple clothes comprising of an unadorned black shirt folded at the arms along with black ripped jeans accompanied with some ankle boots. I was tying up my hair into a ponytail when a felt a hand forcing my hands away from my head. "Keep it open, it's better that way." I saw Oikawa standing behind me through the mirror in front of me. I smiled and shrugged an 'okay' and then turned around to see him wearing a black sweatshirt with ripped jeans and had his hair neatly down. I smiled and stepped towards him, and steadily allowed my hands to make their way to his hair and…