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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Eren_Yeager, Erwin_Smith, Mike_Zacharias
  Additional Tags:
      Fem!Eren, female_eren_-_Freeform, genderbent_eren, fem!ereri, ereri,
      riren_-_Freeform
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      Published: 2014-01-23 Words: 7696
****** It's Fine As Long As I Marry Him ******
by erentitanjaeger
Summary
     Girl. Woman. Boy. Man. It didn’t fucking matter because none of us
     had any idea what gender Eren was. At this point, I was too desperate
     to care what they were saying. It’s not that my curiosity was driving
     my frustration, despite how curious I was, it was the fact that Eren
     had kept this from me. I was supposed to stay by his side, know
     everything about him to the point where I could predict when he was
     about to sneeze.
     Not only that, but Eren was supposed to confide in me if the
     pressures of the legion were getting to him. Though his true gender
     might not fall under that category, over the past few months, I
     would’ve thought I could consider our relationship to have developed
     enough that he would have felt free to confide in me about anything.
Notes
     Based on the doujin done by this_amazing_artist!
     You can find an english translation here!
     Nobody will ever understand how much I love fem!eren! And the way
     this artist portrays her is just /) v (\ All of my love combined into
     one adorable cutie!
     Someone one tumblr wanted this turned into a fic (with smut included)
     and I had to do it. I felt it was my destiny.
     But can I say: FUCKING PRONOUN!
     From now, everyone is a lizard. lizard is a lizard. lizard is a
     lizard. everyone is a lizard. it is law.
     On another note: I'm sorry to say that fics as well as SAO (if you
     read it) will be slowing down. I am starting university in a month,
     moving out and everything, and am unsure of my work load or if I'll
     even want to bother. But I hope to cram a few more fics in before I
     start!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
There are days that are dreadfully boring.
The days where nothing particularly interesting happens.  The days where you
sit at home, experimenting with different ways to make coffee, simply because
you want something to do.  The days when no one needs you to do anything or
even the days when you are told to stay out of the way.  The days where you
feel sluggish because you’re bored but you don’t want to be bored but it’s like
the universe is telling you to stay bored.
I hate those days.
There are days where anything that can happen, will.
The days when everyone wants your attention or wants your services.  The days
where training is going slow and taking up all of your time even though you
have a thousand other things to do.  The days when you don’t even have a moment
to slow down and by the end of the day you’re so exhausted you can’t even be
bothered to eat dinner, instead going straight to bed and crashing into the
pillows where you want to stay forever.
Those days, at least, I can deal with.
Then there are the days where you have absolutely no clue what the fuck is
going on.
These days are normally the ones where I am forced to deal with Hanji’s over-
hyperactive nature or Erwin’s drawling tone as he talks about battle plans even
though we are months away from our next expedition so no one really fucking
cares.  These days are the one where I wish I could be anywhere but where I am,
and when I finally get called away, I find myself wishing the same thing all
over again. 
I think today is one of those days, especially considering what just came from
Mike’s mouth.
“I’m sorry, Mike, say that again,” I asked of him.
I watched him scrunch his eyes up, considering if what he had just said should
be repeated, before sighing heavily and opening his mouth.
“The particular smell that comes from women during their menstrual period; I
smelt it coming from Eren last week.”
I gave him a look, saying with my eyes that one, that is disgusting, and two,
that’s positively absurd.  Hanji shifted in her seat across from me, wearing a
completely different look, one that was both curious and surprised. 
“Are you sure that’s right?  Aren’t you just confusing it with the normal smell
of blood?” She inquired, putting her tea down as she spoke. 
Mike shook his head, resting his upper lip against his hands once again, his
elbows resting on the table as if he too, were contemplating exactly what he
was telling us.
“The smell of a woman during her menstrual period and the smell of normal blood
are completely different,” he explained, frowning more.  “Take for example-“
“Mike, don’t finish that sentence or I’ll slice you!” I growled at him.  It was
one thing to hear that there was now a possibility Eren had been keeping a huge
secret from us, but it was another thing entirely to hear the goddamn science
behind it all.  “What makes you so sure you’re not just smelling another girl?”
Again, Mike shook his head.  He brought his hands down, leaning back in his
chair, still frowning deeply.  By this time, all of us were.
“If that was so, I’d smell their body odour as well, but I’m sure it’s Eren.”
There was silence between the three of us as we contemplated what he was
saying, what it meant.  I was the first one to ask the question that was now
burning through our heads.
“But Eren is a guy.  So why would he smell like a girl?”
Suddenly, Hanji raised her head, looking at the ceiling as she did when she
remembered something vitally important.  I raised my eyebrow at her.  She
placed a finger on her chin, her brows furrowing further as she started to
speak.
“Come to think of it,” she was cautious as she spoke, unsure if she should
relay the details of what she was thinking to us.  “Eren looked white as a
sheet last week, and I think I saw her clutching her stomach at one point.”
There was silence at the table.  The three of us lapsed into a state of denial,
coupled with an insatiable curiosity.  As I sat there, trying to take in what
the three of us may have discovered, I started to think back on any time I had
been with Eren that could have told me the truth behind this sudden mystery.
If Eren truly was a girl, he was very good at hiding it.  His short temper and
loud mouth definitely give him the defiant look that usually comes from being a
boy, along with his determination and strength that gives off an air that he
shouldn’t be underestimated or treated lightly.  I always thought his thin
frame was just because he hadn’t developed the body of a man yet, and his short
strands, though softer than I had seen on any other guy, were because he was a
lot more vain than I took him for.
But when I thought about it, Eren had never taken off his shirt while training
like the rest of the men usually did.  He always showered later at night as
well, sometimes even getting up in the middle of the night to do it.  I had run
into him once or twice in the hallway on his way to the showers, and as I
thought back to the times I had seen him in nothing but a bathrobe and carrying
his supplies, nothing about his body, even then, stood out to me as
particularly feminine. 
He was very rarely seen without his Scouting Legion jacket on as well, now that
I thought about it, which would explain why I had never seen any sign of
breasts under the chest belt we were all forced to wear most of the time.  The
times I had seen him without his jacket on, he hadn’t been wearing anything
fitting, nothing that would give his figure away.
This entire thing was driving me mad.  Nothing I could think of pointed towards
the fact that Eren was female, yet Mike’s sense of smell had never been wrong
before, and even as I tried to, I realised I couldn’t just brush the thought
off as though it had never crossed my mind.
As I looked up at both Hanji and Mike’s faces, I realised they were all coming
to the same conclusion as I was.  To put it simply; we had no fucking clue if
what Mike was saying pointed to what we were all thinking. 
I stood up, frustrated beyond belief, heading towards the door in a temper.
“Levi, where are you going?” I heard Hanji call behind me.
“We need some confirmation!” I replied quickly, opening the door to the dining
hall, preparing to leave to find the subject of this ridiculous mystery Mike
had presented to us.  “I’m just going to go strip him.”
There was a squawk of disbelief from Hanji and a surprised grunt from Mike.
“Wait a second, Levi!” Hanji interjected, causing me to freeze in the middle of
the doorframe.  “What if he’s a girl!?  I’ll go talk to him!”
I turned to her, my frustration evident in both my stance and my face.
“He’s kept it a secret this entire time.  Why would he suddenly tell you the
truth now?” I argued against her point.
“I-I guess that’s true…” Hanji was stumped.  “But, will you take responsibility
when you find out the truth?”
I raised my eyebrow at her again, not really interested in anything she was
saying at this point, itching to leave and not return until I had an answer.
“Actually, he could be a girl of marriageable age,” Mike was now saying.  I
scowled at him, the subject of marriage was a sour one for me, especially when
it came to Eren.  “It’ll be a big problem if you take off the clothes of an
unmarried woman.”
Girl.  Woman.  Boy.  Man.  It didn’t fucking matter because none of us had any
idea what gender Eren was.  At this point, I was too desperate to care what
they were saying.  It’s not that my curiosity was driving my frustration,
despite how curious I was, it was the fact that Eren had kept this from me.  I
was supposed to stay by his side, know everything about him to the point where
I could predict when he was about to sneeze.
Not only that, but Eren was supposed to confide in me if the pressures of the
legion were getting to him.  Though his true gender might not fall under that
category, over the past few months, I would’ve thought I could consider our
relationship to have developed enough that he would have felt free to confide
in me about anything.
Being around Eren had grown to be a pleasant experience for me, and there were
times where I actually craved his company above anybody else’s.  I liked when
we talked, I liked when he made me coffee, I liked when we trained together.  I
liked spending time with Eren.  I just liked Eren.
“It’s fine,” I started to tell them.  “It doesn’t matter so long as I marry him
afterwards, right?”
The looks on both of their faces was definitely something equivalent to the
kind of shock you get when you realise you have no clean underwear for the
week, when you realise you over looked an important detail and now it’s come
back to haunt you forever. 
“I was going to marry him anyway.  This is pretty convenient for me now,” I
declared, finally moving through the doorway and shutting it forcibly behind
me.
It was late.  The moon was high and headquarters were quiet.  Eren would be
either asleep or preparing to be.  I moved quickly down the halls, turning
corner after corner, thinking over what I was about to do.  I was surprised to
find I wasn’t nervous, not even a little, of what I might find once I took off
Eren’s clothes.  I found it didn’t deter me at all to think of the possibility
that, if I did this and we were to be married, Eren might reject me after
everything.
Normally, females don’t marry the men that rip off their clothes without their
consent, at least not from what I’ve heard.
But Eren wouldn’t reject me.  Not because I would order him to marry me, but
because over time I had come to believe Eren felt for me the same as I felt for
him.  This was just a formality.  Something the both of us had to overcome
before taking that final step.
So as it came to me staring Eren down, the both of us situated on his bed, a
pillow clutched to his chest, my arms crossed as I confronted him, I felt
suddenly more frustrated than I had been previously.  Formality, my ass.  We
wouldn’t have had this formality to begin with if he had just told me the
truth.  He should’ve told me from the beginning, even if I was to keep it a
secret.  You don’t keep something like this from your commanding officer.
Eren could sense my frustration, the tension in the room suffocating the both
of us.  He kept staring ahead, at something behind me, too afraid to look
directly at me, waiting for me to address why I was here.
“Eren, this is an order,” I began, my voice firm and my gaze solid.  As always,
Eren replied diligently.
“Yes, sir!” he said, determination blazing in his green eyes, completely set on
completing whatever task he thought I might be giving him.
“Take off your clothes.”
He started to reply, his hand even drifting towards the edge of his shirt, as
if going to pull the fabric over his head, before realising exactly what I had
said.  He stopped abruptly, looking at me with a vacant gaze, attempting to
understand why I would possibly want that from him at this time.
“What?!” he screeched, his shoulders hunching up as if attempting to hide
between them.
“Shut up.  Don’t talk so loud.”
“B-but, why do I have to take off my clothes?!”
I forced him to look at me properly now, forced him to meet my eyes.  I could
see the growing fear within his irises, and began to talk smoothly and calmly,
taking on that intimidating tone I used when someone did something incredibly
stupid and I was about to give them a punishment worse than death.
“Because, Mike, Hanji and I were just discussing whether you were a boy or a
girl.”  The flicker of absolute terror that was shown on Eren’s face had me
realising the severity of what was about to happen.  “Though it’s a pretty
stupid assumption, right?”
“I’m a man.”  He said it, but he would be stupid to think I wouldn’t pick up on
the slight hesitation in his voice before he said it.  “I don’t remember this
being a problem before.”
“Then prove it,” I commanded again, my fingers squeezing my arms as my anger
started to rise.
“I’m registered as a man in all the papers I’ve had to sign before,” he
countered, as if it wasn’t a possibility he could’ve lied about his gender on
the papers just as easily as he was lying to me now.
“Do you mean the official papers that now, thanks to the chaos of what happened
when the colossal and armoured titans attacked Shinganshina, only contain vague
information?”  My voice was rising as I spoke, my anger becoming apparent.  I
should control it.  I should try to have some self-preservation as I attempt to
get the truth from Eren.  “I won’t take that as proof anymore.”
“Well then ask someone from my class!” Eren argued back, his own anger rising. 
“I’m sure someone will-“
“How long do you want to play dumb with me, Eren?”  Because that’s all this
was. 
If Eren really was a man, he wouldn’t have hesitated before to take off his
clothes, or at least not to this extent.  Even if he had taken off just his
shirt, that would’ve been proof enough.  No matter how much girls work out and
train and build their upper body, even the smallest chest can’t be hidden
beneath muscles like a man’s can.  Considering Eren’s history, if he was man
and had obeyed my orders from the start, I would’ve seen nothing but firm
pectoral muscles under a layer of tanned skin; a clear indication he was all
male.
As it was now, I had every reason to doubt him.
“If you are a man, if you have nothing to hide, then don’t you think taking off
your clothes and showing me would be much faster and more efficient then
telling me to go find and read some dumb official papers?”
Eren’s expression completely changed, his eyebrows lowering as he found himself
cornered.  I started to rise above him, taking a hold of his shoulder and
pushing him back.
“Besides, getting naked in front of another man is nothing to be ashamed of. 
Or that should be the case, right?”
Eren’s back landed on the bed, his face filled with terror and his entire body
shaking as I loomed over him, trapping him under me.
“Aren’t I right, Eren”
“N-no!  I don’t want to!” Eren finally protested outright, a hand gripping my
cravat, wrinkling the fabric as he attempted to push me off.
“I told you: this is an order.  Take off your clothes.”  I was still angry, my
eyes still dark with rage as I grabbed the front of Eren’s shirt, where the
strings were tied and the fabric hung loosely over his chest, hiding any curves
that may be there.
“I can’t follow this order!” Eren turned his face into the mattress, attempting
to hide from me, even going so far as to trying to wriggle his way out from
under me, trying to escape.
“Do you want to waste your shirt that much?  If you keep this up, you’ll only
waste your trousers too!”  I was pulling at the fabric now, the strings coming
loose and I could hear the fabric tearing where I gripped it.
Just take off your clothes.  Just take off your clothes.  Just take of your
fucking clothes.  It doesn’t matter if you’re a boy, right?  It doesn’t matter
if you’ve got nothing to hide, right?  Don’t hide from me anymore, Eren.
His lips moved as he tried to speak, but his words were lost in the cushioning
of his bed and I was only able to catch the end of what he had to say.
“…in front of you, Corporal.”
He was hiding his face with his arm, his shoulders shaking and his chest
heaving as the tears started to come.  His lips were moving and his breath
coming out strained and harsh, whispering a final plea.  Just as his shirt was
about to give way, I stopped, listening to his voice laced with terror and
pain, watching the tears fall from his face, falling from those wet, green
irises down his now rosy cheeks and gathering along his jaw.
“I absolutely don’t want to do this…” he was saying, “…in front of the person I
like.”
A silence took over us.  Even Eren’s sobs were muted, the only indication that
he was still crying was his shaking shoulder and heaving chest. 
I released my hold on the front of his shirt, Eren immediately turning away
from me, on his side, letting his tears wash over his face causing salty tracks
to form in the dirt that was still on his face.  I let a finger catch some of
the drops of water, running my knuckle over his smooth cheek, feeling the
wetness and the warmth that radiated from it.
So it was true, he wasn’t a he at all; he was a she.
“Hey,” I murmured, my voice going gentle, my entire demeanour softening at the
distraught face of the man, no, girl, I most cared about.  Girl or not, whether
she had chosen to disobey me or even if she had followed my orders from the
start, I had no right to treat her this way.  “Stop crying.”
It took me a few moments to coax Eren out of her shell, to get her to sit up
again so I could wind my arms around her, one hand stroking her hair, one hand
holding her waist, the shoulder of my shirt getting wet as Eren continued to
cry into it.  Her hair really was incredibly soft.
“Listen, Eren,” I began, carefully holding her tighter even as her sobs started
to die down, though her fingers tightened their hold on my shirt as I comforted
her.  “Even if you’re a girl, I won’t be mad at you; I won’t think you’ve
deceived me.”
“Okay…” came Eren’s voice beside my ear, her voice still strained and filled
with misery at what I had done.  I could hear the hesitancy to believe me in
her voice as tears continued to fall onto my shirt.
“I don’t plan to stop watching over you as your commanding officer, and I won’t
act any differently towards you.”
“Okay…”
“If anybody gives you shit when they find out, I’ll take full responsibility.”
Maybe that’s what Hanji and Mike had been saying.  Maybe they weren’t just
talking about how Eren would react to this, but to how everybody else would
react to this.  Eren would definitely be in some strife when the rest of the
legion found out she had forged her papers, not to mention the incriminating
jeers and taunts she would receive, it would all be enough to break even
someone as determined and hard as Eren. 
It was now my responsibility to protect Eren from such hardships, to make sure
she didn’t have to suffer because of what I had uncovered. 
Eren had stopped crying into my shoulder, had pulled away to look at my face,
her cheeks still red and her eyes still wet, but her expression soft but also
surprised.
“Do you really mean that?” she asked, hope and relief all intertwined into her
voice.
“Do I look like someone who would joke about something like that?”
“No, you don’t.”
“So don’t ask.”
There was silence between us again.  Eren was looking at me, studying my face
for any sings of remaining anger, her hands still clutching at my arms and her
expression still fearful about what I might do.  I studied her also, gazing at
the smooth curve of her shoulders, how her slim neck formed into the bones like
no males ever would.  At her almond shaped eyes, larger and brighter, too
alluring to belong to a man.  At her thin lips, even after Eren having gnawed
on them with her teeth, they still looked plump and soft, and I bet they tasted
even better.
Her ears were round, sticking out slightly from the fuzz of her hair.  Her
cheeks, though still pink, were undefined yet the curve of them suited her face
perfectly.  Then there was the rest of her body.  If I looked hard enough, I
could see the dip from her shirt in the middle of her chest, too round mounds
pressing against the fabric, despite its looseness.
Her hips were well formed, though definitely not in a way you’d expect from a
boy her age, if that had been the case.  If she ever did take her shirt off, I
bet her waist would be thin, giving her the luscious curves of an adolescent
teen despite her apparent flat chest.
“I guess I should tell you something in advance,” I said, breaking the silence
the room was coated in.  Eren’s face was calm as she waited for me to
continue.  “As soon as I’m aroused I’m going to take your virginity.”
Eren was calm no more.  She let out a strangled cry, trying to get her bearings
around what I had just told her.  Her face went entirely red, even the tips of
her ears went pink, the rose colour standing out against the brunette strands. 
Her eyes widened and her pupils went small, a tell-tale sign that I had
surprised her.
I crossed my arms again, frowning at her reaction.
“Do you have some objections or something?”
“I-it’s not like that!” She waved her hands in defiance, her voice going shrill
and reaching new octaves I didn’t know she was capable of.  “I mean, I’m just a
skinny kid!  I’m not anything like the kind of woman you would be looking for!”
Then, all of a sudden, she became sullen, lowering her eyes, saddened by her
thoughts.
“I can’t even become like the kind of woman you would be looking for…”
I guess she was referring to the fact that she had probably reached her
adolescent peak, meaning she was incapable of growing any taller and the size
of her chest was now set in stone.
“Quite the contrary,” I stated, Eren’s eyes rising to meet mine.  “I don’t feel
like doing something like this if it’s not with you.”
Eren tried to breathe but only ended up choking on air, gasping and spluttering
at my bluntness, forcing herself to comprehend what I was saying. 
“It goes without saying that I’d much rather get a hard-on with you then a
prostitute or something.”
Eren was still gaping at me.  I let out a quick sigh, taking a hold of the
front of her shirt once again, tugging at the fabric more gently this time.
“Now let’s do a quick confirmation.”
“Please, wait!!” she cried, grabbing a hold of my hand and forcing it to let
go.
“What is it now!?” I was growing tired of her games, tired of guessing.  Eren
had said a lot that could prove Mike’s hypothesis had been, indeed, correct,
but I was still determined to see the proof for myself, to see what Eren had
been hiding from me all these months.
“Well,” Eren was fretting, gulping down thick lumps in her throat as she
attempted to get out what she needed to say.  “E-even if you see me naked, you
still can’t be sure.”
I frowned heavily at her, wondering what on earth she could be getting at.  The
whole point of tonight was to see whether Eren had the parts of a man or a
woman.  How could I not be sure if I saw her naked?
“So, if you would like to,” she continued, lowering herself back onto the
mattress.  She slipped her shirt up her body, revealing the thin waist and
smooth stomach that I suspected her to have.  Her face had reddened all over
again, though this time her eyes were narrowed and her lips were trembling with
the effort it took not to feel embarrassed by what she was showing me.  Her
nimble fingers stopped over her breasts, the shirt barely revealing the small
globes of flesh, though I could see the underside of the mounds beneath where
the shirt started.  “You can check for yourself.”
My eyes widened and my chest automatically tightened at the sight of someone so
appealing, my mouth watering at the sound of her asking for such a thing,
despite how hesitant she had been just moments before.  Though I was silently
glad Eren didn’t seem to be one of those girls that needed reassurance a
thousand times over to know she was pretty.  Once was enough for her, and once
was all it took for her to give herself over to me.
I blinked a few times, clearing my head of any distracting thoughts, wanting to
concentrate on nothing but the divine creature before me.  Nudging her legs
apart, slipping in between them so the fabric of her pants and mine rustled
together, I placed my hands either side of Eren’s shoulders, waiting for her to
turn her face and look at me.  Once she did, I saw her green eyes were filled
with expectations and longing, her lips parting to let out a small, sweet
breath of air.
I lowered my head and captured her, satisfaction overtaking me as I stole her
first kiss.  I moved my lips against hers, taking my time, making sure she
could get used to the feeling of another being so close to her.  I could feel
Eren kissing me back, felt her lift her arms up to rest on my shoulders.  She
whimpered against my lips, making want and need course through my veins.
Gently, slowly, I lapped at her lips with my tongue, slipping it into her
cavern once she had opened her mouth.  She tasted sweet.  She tasted like
berries.  Strawberries.  Black berries.  Blue berries.  Raspberries.  Berries
when they’ve been softened and warmed so they colour the surface of the cake
and make your gums go pink.  I breathed deeply through my nose as I mapped out
the inside of her mouth, toying with her tongue, teaching her to do the same.
Once Eren had some confidence, she was doing her own playing.  Meeting my
tongue with hers, prodding at it, swiping it over my lips.  It was messy and
loud, the sounds of our lips separating and finding each other again echoing
throughout the room.  Not that I minded.  Though I was starting to realise how
hard it would be to maintain my self-control while I was around Eren like
this. 
Her fingers were in my hair, rubbing at my scalp and cupping my jaw.  She was
arching up into me and whimpering as I nipped at her lips.  The sound of it
all, the feeling of her under me, it was beginning to toy with my senses,
driving me wild, causing me to react in ways I wouldn’t have expected of me.
A hand trailed down the bed from beside her shoulder, lightly cupping her hip,
feeling the soft skin with my thumb.  I pushed my palm up, feeling her shiver
as the warmth of it became apparent to her, shifting her shirt further up her
chest and placing my hand firmly on her breast.  Her reaction was
instantaneous.  She gasped, clutching to me tighter, cutting our kiss short as
she breathed through my ministrations. 
Her breasts were a lot bigger than I had given her credit for.  They fit in my
palm nicely, my fingers being able to grab the whole thing easy.  But they
weren’t just little mounds of flesh and skin like I had originally thought;
there was definite shape to them.  Shape I squeezed and rubbed and circled with
my thumb, warming them with my own heat, feeling the smoothness of them,
letting the feelings fuel my desire for her.
“Corporal!” I heard Eren gasp at a particularly hard squeeze.  I smirked at
her, bending over her for another kiss, slipping my tongue right inside this
time, continuing to roll her breast under my fingers while my other hand
slipped beneath her pyjamas bottoms, feeling the soft skin of her ass and
letting out a moan at the feel of so much warm, smooth skin underneath my
touch.
She was arching harsher now, her face burning against my nose as I continued to
kiss and suck at her lips, tasting her again and again, her own tongue now
having lost any drive as she keeled to me.  Her shaking hands moved from my
hair, down my neck, pulling at my cravat until it came loose.  Then those same
fingers were working to unbutton my shirt.  She took her time, loosening each
button carefully, than letting her fingers trail up my stomach and chest once
the front of my shirt was open.
I could feel her shivering, could feel her shifting and writhing as she felt
me, as I continued to feel her.  I moved my lips from her mouth, taking a
moment to note how swollen they seemed now, not caring as I kissed down her
neck.  I pulled away for only a few moments, simply so I could grasp the edges
of her shirt and pull it over her head.  I tossed it to the floor, going back
to kissing down the length of her neck, to her shoulder, to her collarbone, to
her chest.
“C-Corporal…Th-that’s…uh!” Her hands were holding me to her again, though I’d
never feel like pulling away as I ran my tongue up between her breasts, nipping
at the sides of them while rolling the nipples beneath my thumbs.  Her skin was
so soft, and I felt almost bad marring it with my teeth, leaving bruises from
my hands and little, red circles from my bites.
I kissed upwards again, sucking at the skin of her neck as my hands pushed past
the waistband of her pants again, feeling beneath her underwear and placing a
palm harshly over her crotch.  Eren moaned loudly, crying my name as I rubbed
her, my fingers curling so I could feel her hole, the wetness of it coating my
fingers and making my own erection throb.
“Corporal!  Th-that’s dirty,” she tried to argue, tried to make me back off. 
But I wouldn’t be deterred so easily, growling into her skin as I continued to
feel her warmth, palming her heat and pressing a hand firmly to her hip, all
while leaving various love bruises all up the length of her neck.
I panted heavily, the heat and the work it took to bring us both pleasure
causing me to sweat slightly.  I pulled back so I could slip my shirt the rest
of the way off, undoing the button and zip of my pants, watching Eren’s face
carefully as I pulled both my trousers and my underwear off all at once.  Her
green eyes looked shocked at what I was showing her, though I expected that
from a virgin.
Even so, I was careful as I did the same to her, pulling off her pants so I
could admire her panties, the light pink colour and lace lining complimenting
her skin nicely, making me hum as I slipped them off too. 
Being naked together like this, it wasn’t something I had been prepared for
when I had come here.  I had been prepared to see Eren naked, yes, and then
face the consequences of those actions afterwards.  But I hadn’t really
expected to be naked with her as well, looming over her as I was, pressing
myself against her and moaning loudly at the heat and friction I gave us both
as I rutted my cock against her crotch.
“C-Cor-por-al,” she panted, clutching at my bare shoulders now as I rocked
myself onto her, my own breath coming out in quick, short bursts as I gripped
her hips tighter under me. 
Eren’s entire face had turned a bright shade of pink, but she looked too far
gone to be worrying about how embarrassed she might feel.  Her arms had left my
shoulders, now above her head as she simply let herself go and enjoyed the
waves of pleasure assaulting her body.  I pressed my face into the crook of her
neck, kissing her skin and nuzzling her hair with the bridge of my nose,
breathing in her scent deeply.
It suddenly got a lot wetter down there, and I knew it would be okay if I
continued.  I pressed another kiss to her neck before taking her hips under my
hands, steadying them before I started to push in. 
Eren made a few small noises, whining at the sudden feeling of something so big
inside her, but as her noises didn’t grow or escalate, I was relieved to know
she wasn’t hurting.  I didn’t want her first time to be memorable because of
how much pain she might have felt.  I wanted her to remember the feeling of me
inside her, giving her all sorts of new feelings.  I wanted her to remember
giving herself over to me, showing me all that I could see.  Because it’s what
I would be remembering for weeks to come.
“You’re incredibly beautiful like this, Eren,” I whispered against her skin,
finally pushing the last of me inside her, and waiting as she adjusted to the
new feeling.
“Corporal,” she mewled, the back of her hand pressed against her mouth as tears
leaked from her eyes.  “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
I smiled, brushing away the tears with my fingertips.
“It’s only your first time,” I reminded her, not wanting to feel she had to
live up to any expectations she thought I had.  All expectations I might have
had were being surpassed, her beauty having overtaken my mind, her scent and
voice having overtaken my senses.  I wanted more of her, but just as she had
asked, I wouldn’t take any more than she was willing to give.
I moved.  It was slow, at first.  I was careful.  I wasn’t sure if she might
have done this with her fingers before, but even so, this was an entirely new
experience.  It had to be done right.  I thrusted into her, moaning at the
warmth clutching at me, panting as I felt her entire body shiver with the
movement.  I tried to take it slow for as long as I could, but soon I was
picking up the pace and slamming into her faster.
She wasn’t fazed though.  Eren moved her body with me as best she could, moving
her hips downwards only slightly, but it was enough to show me what she was
trying to do.  I kissed her cheek, nibbling on her, thrusting into her harder
now, faster, her thighs moving to grip my waist as I frantically shoved myself
insider her again and again.
Her lips were moving, her cries almost indiscernible as she gave herself over
to the feelings, letting herself be overtaken by them as I rocked myself inside
her.  She felt wonderful.  It was hot.  It was tight.  But it was so smooth and
so wet.  She had been so ready for me when I had entered, and I was thankful
for that, thankful I now knew she had wanted this more than I ever could have
fathomed.
“Corporal!  I can’t!” her sweet voice was beside my ear.  I pressed myself down
onto her, smothering her with my body, feeling her breasts flatten against my
chest and groaning at the feeling of all that Eren touching me.  There was so
much heat, so much sweat, as I continued to thrust and heave myself into her,
abusing her in the best way possible.
“Corporal!  It feels so good!”  I couldn’t say anything back, could only push
myself up so I was at a better angle, watching her face as she cried underneath
me, her breasts rising and falling as her chest heaved for air, her stomach
quivering and her thighs gripping me tighter and tighter.
She was so beautiful.  Her eyes were wet with tears as I tried to keep the
rhythm going as long as I could, her skin flushing at the adrenaline and blood
and heat coursing through her veins. 
“No, Corporal!  I can’t stand it any longer!”  I could only agree silently as I
felt myself unravelling.  Eren came around me as I came inside her, filling her
with my come and panting through the last of my orgasm, watching as Eren slowly
stilled herself, her mouth widening as she gasped for air. 
I gently cupped her face, bending over to give her one last kiss, feeling her
slowly place her arms around me, relaxing completely as we finished.
It was so easy to fall asleep after that.  To wrap Eren up in the blanket on
her bed and pull her close to me, vowing deep inside me to never let her go.  I
kissed her damp hair, listened to her breathing slow as she clutched at my
chest.  I ran my hands up and down her back, soothing her into sleep, brushing
her breasts with my fingers to let her know how close I was, that I wasn’t
leaving, that she now belonged to me.
Eren gave me a sweet smile before she fell off.  Her eyes were shiny but
exhausted, her lips bruised but happy.  I kissed her forehead, listened to her
soft voice as she told me she loved me.  I let her wiggle herself closer to me
as I told her the same, wanting very much for a life with her, fighting for a
life for her.
I fell asleep only moments after, breathing in Eren’s scent as I did, thinking
of cheesecake and bushes of berries, all of it reminding me of Eren.
---
“Mike, stop sniffing people.  It’s disgusting!” I scolded the man, leaning away
from his face and his twitching nose that had wormed its way over my shoulder. 
“If I’m not mistaken, you smell like Eren,” he told me matter-of-factly.  I
shrugged at him, flicking a small ant off my knee where my legs were crossed,
leaning back into the couch as the man abated and I could relax again.
“I suppose so,” was all I said.
I heard Hanji mutter something across the room.  I turned to give her an
irritated look that told her to speak up.  She only gave me a curious look in
return.
“Hey Levi, I have a question.”
I coughed, irritated that she would have to say such a thing.  Hanji always had
questions.
“What is it?” I decided to humour her.
“You only checked Eren’s gender, right?  You didn’t do anything else?” She had
a smile on her face, her eyebrows furrowed nervously at the thought.  “It’s not
like you actually laid a hand on some poor, innocent girl, right?”
“Oh, about that…”  There was a moment of silence as I thought back to last
night, to Eren’s body completely at my mercy, at her arching back as I played
with her soft, perfect breasts, at her pink face as I stole her first kiss, her
second kiss, and every kiss after that.  There really was no way around this,
no loop hole I could dive in.  I suppose the truth will just have to do.  “I
did.”
Hanji’s face went white, her entire demeanour changing as she went into a state
of shock, sputtering at me incomprehensible words before managing to gasp out a
few that actually made sense.
“W-wait a minute!” The pencil that had been sitting behind her ear had
clattered to the ground.  I watched it roll away as her voice continued to
berate me.  “What exactly do you mean when you say ‘I did’!?”
I sighed heavily, lifting my gaze to look at both Hanji and Mike, who were
obviously worried about it all.
“I told you, didn’t I?” A smirk spread across my lips, thoughts of the future
and what actions I would now need to take flooding into my mind.  Anything else
like this would scare any other man, but I had never been considered ordinary. 
I was more than happy to take the appropriate actions, more than happy to save
both Eren’s and my reputations by doing what was right.  I wouldn’t have it any
other way.
“It’s fine, as long as I marry him.”
---
It was a few weeks after the fact that Eren was forced to reveal her secret. 
It was sort of hard to hide the fact that you’re a boy if your stomach
continues to grow.  But like I promised, I made sure nobody gave her shit for
it and certainly made sure she wasn’t in any strife simply because she was
pregnant. 
Pregnancies were a lot more common in the legion than one might think, and
after filing the papers, Eren was officially on maternity leave for the next
year.  There were a few, very stressful weeks as we tried to fill out
everything, as well as changing Eren’s official papers, the gender on any
licenses she had plus we had our wedding to think of.  Luckily, Eren was happy
for our wedding to be a private one, so we asked a favour from a pastor to
marry us with a few other friends as witnesses.
That scarf-wearing girl that used to always scream Eren’s name wasn’t happy
with me at all for getting her sister pregnant, but I only gave her a few good
glares back, gripping Eren’s hand tightly in the process, announcing that I
wasn’t renouncing my position as either father or husband any time soon.
Of course, with everything that was going on, I found it hard to leave Eren
alone for any given amount of time.  She understood, happy to follow me around
as I finished my daily duties, keeping my hand warm and allowing me to stroke
her stomach whenever we had a spare moment together.
“Levi!” I heard a deep voice address me as we were moving through the halls one
day.
I turned to see Erwin frowning at me, giving Eren a sympathetic look before
beginning to scold me for dragging Eren around when she was obviously in
discomfort and that I should let her rest as much as possible so making her
walk so much wasn’t an option.
I flipped him a choice finger as he walked away from us.
The next day was a nice one, thought it was just as busy as ever, maybe even
more so.  I continued to scowl at anybody who dared to give me more paperwork
than I cared for, glaring even harder at their judging expressions and hissing
at them to leave us alone.
“C-Corporal?  Are you sure I’m not too heavy?  I’m getting pretty big,” Eren
timidly spoke from my arms, gripping my neck tighter as I continued to walk
towards the dining hall.  I squeezed her leg with my arm and patted her back
lightly, giving her a soft smile.
“You were always pretty light to begin with.  A few extra kilos doesn’t affect
me,” I told her simply, cringing as I saw Erwin heading towards me once again.
I had to stand through a ten minutes lecture about how it was also not okay to
carry Eren around and just because she was off her feet didn’t give me the
excuse to take her with me everywhere and that I should leave her at home where
she had access to anything she needed in her current state.
I poked my tongue out at him as he walked away from us.
Sad to say, the next day was full of long-winded meetings and more judging eyes
as I had to continue to bark at anybody who stared too hard.  I sighed
irritably at the ridiculous people who were running these dreadful meetings to
begin with.  What they were trying to say shouldn’t take that long to say.
“Corporal?” Eren tapped me on the shoulder, whispering in my ear as not to
disturb those around us.  “Are you sure it’s alright for me to be here?  Your
legs must be going numb at this point.”
I kissed her hair; she was so incredibly sweet.  Our moment was short lived
however as Erwin came into the room, took one look at me and lapsed into an
hour debate with me how I had no excuse to keep Eren with me all day and it was
unprofessional to bring her to our meetings and even if I got to keep my hand
on her stomach all day that was no excuse to miss anything important that might
have been said.
I gave him a threatening look as I was forced to take Eren home.
Erwin gave up the next day, realising there was nothing for it once he entered
my office to give me my papers, only to find the room empty except for a note
in the middle of the floor explaining I had moved everything back home so I
could cater to Eren while she stayed in bed, per his request.
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