Levi Ackerman Shirtless Novels & Stories

That was their initial plan, but Akira changed it at the last minute! “Speaking of the devil….” Akira whispered, “Come in.” The door opened, and there Leon appeared. He was wearing formal clothes but upgraded to be more liberated. Today, Leon is wearing an unbuttoned red polo, and his chiseled chest is on display. He then partnered his shirt with black pants and leather black shoes. As usual, Leon tied his hair back. Leon stared at Akira. He fell silent for a moment. Akira was wearing the same dress she wore when she first met Leon at the bar, but this time, it was black. She didn’t tie her hair this time so the people at the bar wouldn’t easily see her tattoo.

"Off. Both of you." They stripped without rushing. Nate methodical, folding his shirt on the chair because he was Nate. Levi pulling his shirt over his head in one motion and dropping it wherever it landed because he was Levi. And then they were bare and I let myself look, because they were mine and looking at them was one of the great privileges of my life.

That probably sparked a nut in Levi's head, he reached his thumb to touch my chin, as if you release my pouting lips before stealing them in a kiss again. My fingers searched his chest but couldn't locate the buttons of his shirt. I forcefully cut the kiss with a hard pop of our lips, realising he had a polo on instead. I took it off him. And since I had a simple light dress on, I easily slipped it over my head. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I caught Levi’s heavy gaze down on my chest. My sizable round boobs were still intact in the cover of my breast tube, but my nipples poked fucking hard against the fabric.

It turned into an awkward half-hug. Pulling back, my eyes immediately found Levi, and everything else faded away for a moment. God, he was sexy even without the usual sharp tailored fabrics that fit him like they were made for him—which they most likely were. My man wore a plain white T-shirt that had clearly seen better days, now adorned with streaks and splashes of paint that told the tale of his inexperience. The fabric clung to him, just enough to highlight the strength beneath it, and the sleeves slid slightly around his arms as he moved.

Vero pulled her outer lace closer to her body, trying to cover herself as much as possible. As Lev approached her, she turned her face towards the lake. “Put this on,” he said. And a white shirt fell into her lap. Vero looked at the shirt and realized it was the one Lev had been wearing earlier. She looked up and saw Lev was now shirtless. He really was a sight for sore eyes. Although Lev’s offer was difficult to refuse, her dignity prevented her from putting on his shirt. She just held the shirt in her hands and stared at him. “Why should I put this on?”

Levi. The glass dropped from my hand and landed softly on a nearby bench. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I stepped closer. “Levi?” I called gently. “Hey…what are you doing out here?” No answer. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. I stared him up to down, he was shirtless, dressed like he was about to get into bed. He had to be freezing, because as covered as I was, I could feel the chill air creeping into my bones.

Levi has the whole sexy-nerd look going on. His hair is a little long, and when he's wearing his glasses it normally gets into his eyes. He tends to wear button down shirts with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a scar he got in a fight when he was younger. He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him.

He grinned. "You used to be better at this seduction thing. You might be losing your touch." Vara nudged him back. "Oh, I plan on touching you a lot, but we're both filthy and the sheets are clean." Alec backed away, unbuttoning the long-sleeved shirt he'd worn for days. One side of Vara's mouth quirked up, and she watched him strip out of the shirt, then his vest and the sport fabric tee under that. The cool air of the room felt good after so many days living in that gear.