Levi Ackerman Shirtless Novels & Stories

I said, my voice cracking slightly. “I know,” he murmured, he turned toward my mother. “Mother, I have some things to take care of. Dad’s already there. See you both later.” He leaned down, kissed her cheek lightly, and then—just for a second—his gaze flicked to me. I couldn’t stop myself. The words slipped out before I could even think. “You’re…apparently half naked?” He froze mid-step. “Yes, Levi,” he said slowly. “Mostly like this. Can’t keep all these gorgeous abs covered all the time, you know. How else would people drool over them?”

I don’t want to look! “Aww, look at the boys go!” “Go Levi!” God—I don’t want to look! I don’t want to look! But I couldn’t help myself. I peeked through my fingers and slapped my hand to my forehead at what I saw. They were both shirtless, with red bandanas tied around their necks, matching red pajama pants, and a speaker blaring in the corner of the kitchen. They were dancing along to the music—both of them having the time of their lives. Levi was laughing, clearly enjoying every second of it.

I stood up when I was done eating, I wanted to go sit near the tree when I accidentally tripped and my wine poured on Ace's shirt. “Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, forgive me,” I tried wiping it off his shirt. “It doesn't matter,” Ace stood up and took off the shirt. My mouth hung open, I didn't know he had all those in his body, so he is a sleep builder. This was the first time he had opened his body in front of me. “This one is ruined, the tent is in front of the closet,” Ace said and I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “It doesn't matter you can stay shirtless, if you are uncomfortable, we can both stay shirtless,” I stiffened a laugh, Ace's reaction was a die-for.

"Leila was right after all." I nod and get out of the truck. I looked at the terrified man and bit my lips in contemplation. He wore a grey shirt, loose jeans and finished it with a black cap. I noticed that they both wore the same thing which made me believe that it was their uniform. I clenched the bottom of my shirt and started ripping it. "What the hell are you doing?" Ace roared coming to block the view of my bare stomach. I rolled my eyes. " I don't have cuffs with me so this will have to do." I grunt as I finished tearing the material. I was left with a crop top and my stomach on display.

Just as I was about to knock the second time, the door creaked open, leaving my hand hanging midair. And at the threshold of the door. Stood a god in all his glory. And there I knew. I absolutely, could not, do this. Ace Beckham was shirtless. I gasped, watching as droplets of water drifted from his wet hair, trailing down his well defined abs that begged to be worshipped. Rolling down his skin and into his… Oh heavens. The goddess above fucking take me. He was trouser-less too. A towel hung low on his waist, the scent of strawberry after shower filling my nostrils as I stared at the V that was so visible through the towel.

He flexed his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists as he repeated the motions a few times until he was used to the brass knuckles and felt confident enough he could punch someone without hurting himself in the process. Half an hour later, Levi made his way to his car, his box tucked safely under his arm. Mrs Ackerman was still at his place, cleaning out the fridge when he arrived. He spent a few minutes reminding her about the importance of discretion; she could certainly learn a thing or two from Angela. There'd be no raise for her for a very long time. "I'm sorry," she replied meekly, her head cocked to the side slightly. "I thought the lass knew."

Old shelves stand half-empty, looted long ago. I lower Levi onto the floor against the counter, already digging through our bag for the medical kit. His breath is shallow. Too shallow. “Take your shirt off,” I say, my voice too tight. Levi raises a brow. “Eliana. If you wanted me naked, you could’ve just asked.” I *glare* at him. “Not the time.” He smirks, but it’s weak. And when he pulls his shirt off, I forget how to breathe.

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.

Instead, Levi unfolded himself from between my shoes and Evelyn’s dry cleaning. He was in full tactical black, down to the knees, balaclava bunched around his neck like a wilted scarf. There was a single rip at the elbow of his shirt, and a smear of what I really hoped was garden mud along the thigh. He glanced at the door, then back at me. “That was close,” he said, his voice soft enough to keep the air from moving. “Thank god for the scent blockers.” He dusted off his sleeves and stepped all the way out, looking much too tall for the ceiling. For a second, we just stared at each other, like maybe I was supposed to say something first.

She lit one, inhaled, let the smoke curl upward into the heavy dusk. Across the gap, Levi’s balcony door slid open. Shirtless again, sweat still gleaming on his chest and stomach from whatever workout he’d just finished. Black basketball shorts hung low on narrow hips, the waistband of dark boxer briefs visible above them. A fresh tattoo wrapped his left forearm—something sharp and geometric, still red at the edges. He leaned on his railing, forearms braced, and met her eyes without flinching. “Evening,” he said. Voice rough from disuse or smoke or both.