Obanai Shirtless Novels & Stories

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

No shame. I knocked on the door. He opened it without a word. He was in jeans, barefoot, shirtless, with the muscles of his chest and arms tensed, on display, lit only by the weak light of the bedside lamp. In his right hand, a black satin strip. In his gaze, pure dominance. "Take off the robe," he ordered, his voice low and firm. Without hesitating, I undid the tie. I let the fabric slip from my shoulders, fall down my arms, until it touched the floor.

They all turned their heads to Kian who's jaw almost reach the ground. "You've got to be kidding me." He mumbled. His dada is wearing black fitted suit without wearing any shirt. Just the coat and it was open. Plus, the earrings and the long necklace. His tattoo is also sneaking. "Wow. Bud, you really need to show your abs?" Thorin whispered shaking his head. Calvin just shrugged before turning to his son. He smiles brightly before winking. "Did he just- "Wink?" Theo and Dom said. Kian smirked. He knew what exactly is going on. Thorin let Calvin to say something.

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.

Ansel said. Klea lifted her head, going for the them to strike a conversation that the Slaves and Omegas are finally out of that hellhole. She was halfway out from the cover of the brushes when she relaxed at the last minute—at the broad shoulders, the joyful sun gilding Ansel's tan skin and veiling his face in shadow. He was shirtless, his trousers unbuttoned and loose at the waist, making Klea wonder what Ansel's hiding beneath those pants. And at the thought of Ansel’s length, his hardness buried inside her…heat pooled between her legs. Klea slid two of her fingers beneath. It was an effort not to make a sound when two glorious males were shirtless before her eyes.

“Bea, I don’t know why you think we made love because we didn’t.” “Then how do you explain this?” I run my hands along my body, gesturing to my current attire. “I am naked under this shirt.” Omar’s eyes burn bright red before he closes them and faces away from me, taking a deep breath. “And you are only wearing shorts.” He looks back at me.

Should I say 'no thanks', then rush out of the kitchen before I have an opportunity to embarrass myself any further? Before I can decide on a course of action, he walks forward. I step back, instinctively. I need to think, fast. He steps into the light flowing through the kitchen windows and my eyes widen. He's shirtless. He's in a pair of sweats, shirtless. I've seen Hyun Bin's bare torso before. Back when he was in a boy band, he whipped his shirt off in the heat of performing quite often. He has appeared in magazines and social media with his rock-hard abs in full display.

She couldn't see the man who kept turning away from her coming in after her unless he intended to do it fully clothed. "Okay, but you have to strip down to your undies. No tricks," she said, calling his bluff. His jacket hit the floor and it was her turn to gulp. He undid one button and then another until his shirt was on the floor too. Aria inhaled sharply. She knew he was completely ripped under his tailored suits, but damn if seeing it wasn't something else. Aria was not a stranger to shirtless men. She had sparred with her fair share of them. Bart didn't sparr without a shirt though, so this was all new to her.

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.