Levi Ackerman Outfits Novels & Stories

It took me a few minutes to get my act together before putting on a black skirt, a long sleeved v-necked red sweater along with short black boots. I ran up the steps to a darken kitchen. Hearing the crackles of a roaring fire, I went toward the living room and found Levi crouched down in front of the fireplace. I stopped in my tracks as he rose up to his full height; his long black hair was loose and flowed down his back over a white pull over sweater. His slacks fit his body so well, lovingly cupping his taut ass.

But Leanda did it without any binding cell, how did she do that? Alarick finished bathing and dried himself off before stepping back into his room. He dressed in a simple but elegant outfit for the day ahead. He wore black trousers made of fine wool, paired with a white silk shirt with a high collar and black boots. Over the shirt, he wore a black leather vest with silver buttons that complemented his silver cufflinks. He made sure to look presentable as he walked out of his quarters and made his way to the throne room.

"Have fun." *** Levi's POV I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably before getting the courage to press the bell. After 30 seconds, the door unlocked and Malea opened it fully. She was dressed in a striped blue and white T-shirt dress, a red flannel wrapped around her waist and white and black adidas shoes on. She'd pulled on a maroon beanie over her wavy black hair. "You're actually wearing jeans for once!" Malea exclaimed, a hand hovering over her dark plum colored lips.

Soon after, Jessica walked in, dragging Sebastian by the ear and they both sat down to eat as well and they seemed to have a great time despite bickering for the entirety of lunch. After that, Levi excused himself because he had to keep his promise with father and the Alpha and I was so reluctant to let him go. “I'll escort you" I murmured then said goodbye to Jessica and Sebastian before following behind him. “Aren't you going to put on a shirt?" I murmured and he shook his head. “All my clothes are at the pack house and the shirt I brought here must still be wet so I'm just going to go like this" I frowned knowing everyone was going to be staring at his toned abs.

It had been exciting for me at the time. I enjoyed watching him with his arms spread on the sofa as he leaned back, his cock pushing against his pants – even back then, Leon dressed like a sleek bastard. He never wore jeans or hoodies, like other college kids; always smart and mature, cool and pristine, in tailored pants, nothing less than khaki trousers, and formal long-sleeved shirts, no plaids, nothing less than branded polo shirts. No ordinary, plain T’s, unless it was under his actual top.

With a deep breath, I opened the door, and my eyes lit up in childlike excitement as I saw Levi standing there. He was wearing a black T shirt and blue jeans, and his hair was slightly disheveled, but he still looked as handsome as ever. I couldn't help but smile as I stepped out of the doorway and embraced him in a tight hug. His arms felt so warm and comforting around me, and I felt my heart swell with joy.

He held up a set of dark green cargo pants and an orange t-shirt with a print of a car with a shark head on it smashing through a wall Sighing, Aricka looked Evan over as he dug into the piles of clothing completely undoing all the folding she’d been able to do. “I’d say the pants are cool. But, the shirt needs to be a little more formal. How about….?” Gregory pulled out a white t-shirt and a light green dress shirt. “This? The t-shirt is comfy and soft while the dress shirt can be left open, but you will look a little more put together. Add those shoes and this belt and you can rock this.”

I said. "Don't you think I know that," his voice was low. I let go of him. "You should probably try it on to make sure it's perfect." We walked around the store only talking about the clothes we found. Levi tried on the dark grey shirt and a black pair of cargo shorts. I regretted suggesting the outfit because he looked good. Distractingly good. "I like it," he said, looking down at his clothes. It was the first time I saw his legs and he had nice legs. "Are you staring at my legs?" he asked with a cheeky grin on his face.

Levian was wearing a black jacket with matching pants of a soft fabric, and he appeared aloof and languid. His hair was worn loose, and his high cheekbones accentuated his cool presence. "Yo," Melody greeted him with a raised brow. "Dressing up for the occasion I see. Where's the date?" "The ladies would eat me alive if I showed up like this. I'd rather dress like a tramp unless it's a real date." "Tut, tut." Melody grinned. "So, where are you going?" Levian flashed a mysterious smile and put on his shades. "It's a secret, though you'll find out in the evening."

My legs already feel the strain of the heels, but it’s too late to change now. When I reach the living room, Levi is standing by the door, looking effortlessly put together in a short-sleeved black shirt and trousers. I frown as the realization hits me, that we're both matching. 'How did I forget that this man wears black or white half the time?' I inhale and walk toward him, ignoring the thought of going back to change. He looks up at me as I approach, his eyes widening when he takes in my appearance. "Wow. You..." he breathes. Then he clears his throat. "You look... nice."