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A Fragile Kind of Trust

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The soft murmur of the door closing behind them seemed to muffle the world outside, leaving only the quiet of the dimly lit room and the unspoken tension that coiled between them. Eren stood just a step away from her, his chest rising and falling with the same rapid, uneven breaths that mirrored his heartbeat. His gaze flitted over Annie, catching on the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell in loose strands over her face, and the intensity in her eyes that always seemed to pierce straight through his defenses.

In the silence, Annie reached for him first. Her fingers, cool and steady, brushed along the line of his jaw, and her touch felt like both a question and an answer. He leaned into it, letting the warmth of her palm ground him, tether him to the moment. For so long, they had danced around this, trapped in the chaos of war, duty, and the walls they built around themselves. But here, with no one else, there was nothing left but the fragile honesty of what they both wanted—and feared.

His lips found hers again, and this time, the kiss was slower, deeper. There was no rush, no frantic urgency. It was deliberate, as if both were savoring each second, drawing out the moment for as long as possible.

Eren's hands, tentative at first, found her waist, the fabric of her shirt bunching beneath his fingers as he pulled her closer. The soft exhale of her breath against his lips sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt the ache of need, long denied, ripple through him.

Without breaking the kiss, he sat down onto the edge of the bed, the coolness of the linens pressing against his skin, grounding him in the moment's fragile heat. His hands, firm yet trembling with the weight of desire, guided her body closer, urging her to follow. She straddled him without hesitation, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him, thighs grazing his.

Annie's hands traced the lines of his shoulders, his back, pulling him deeper into the kiss. She pressed against him, her body fitting against his like they had been meant to find this moment all along, despite everything that had stood in their way.

Eren's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the hem of her shirt, the movement slow and reverent. He paused, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. But Annie's eyes held his, unwavering and clear. She nodded, barely perceptible, giving him permission, trusting him to go further.

With a careful tug, he began to lift the fabric, revealing the pale skin of her sculpted stomach inch by inch. His fingers grazed her sides, and he felt her shiver under his touch, though her gaze remained steady, watching him with an intensity that both excited and unnerved him. He had never let himself imagine this—never dared to, because he believed it wasn't something meant for him. And yet, here she was in his hands, trusting him, wanting him.

The shirt slid over her head, falling in a forgotten heap on the floor. His eyes lingered for a breath, tracing the contours of her now—bare skin as if committing each inch to memory. Then, with a fluid motion, he leaned in, capturing her lips once more.

His hands moved with deliberate ease, finding the clasp of her bra at her back, fingers deftly unhooking it. The garment loosened, slipping down her arms before falling softly to the ground, unnoticed. And for a moment, Eren could do nothing but stare at the beauty before him. The soft lantern light caught on her bare skin, casting delicate shadows along the curves of her body. Annie didn't flinch under his gaze, didn't turn away.

"I could look at you forever," Eren murmured, his voice thick with reverence, each word a soft breath against her skin. "You look—no, you are breathtaking." His hand moved slowly, reverently tracing the delicate curve of her body, as though he were afraid to break the spell between them.

"Are you just going to look?" she asked, her voice a teasing whisper, barely audible over the hum of their shared breath.

Annie's heart quickened under his touch. In her nakedness, she felt a raw vulnerability, exposed in a way that both unsettled and anchored her. Yet beneath that, a deeper sensation stirred—something beyond her hesitation. She felt wanted, as though every inch of her was being seen, cherished, in a way she had never known before.

He began to kiss her neck, his lips brushing against her skin with a tenderness that sent shivers coursing through her. A soft moan slipped from her lips, a sound both involuntary and intimate, as his hand glided over her chest, igniting a trail of warmth in its path.

His kisses descended lower, reaching her chest, each soft caress of his lips sending waves of sensation that drew her deeper into a haze of pleasure. Her head fell back, surrendering to the sensations that enveloped her, and her fingers wove into the thick strands of his hair, gripping them tightly.

His thigh pressed between her legs, he felt the palpable heat radiating from her. She shifted her hips slightly, seeking the friction that ignited sparks of longing deep within her. With a deep breath, he pulled back just enough to help her out of her pants, his fingers gliding with purpose. As her underwear slipped away—the final barrier dissolving—she stood before him completely bare, radiant and vulnerable, every inch of her body illuminated in the soft light, a vision that stole his breath and ignited a deep desire in him.

Annie's hands slipped to the sides of his waist, gently grasping the hem of his shirt. With a soft tug, she lifted it over his head, revealing the contours of his muscular frame, marked by the faint scars from top surgery beneath his defined pecs. Eren felt her fingertips brush against his skin, tracing the delicate lines that tell his story. Her touch was so gentle, so careful, so loving.

She stared at him, her eyes filled with wonder as she took in his beauty. "Eren...," Annie whispered, her voice soft and playful, "You're not so bad yourself."

Annie's hands descended lower. His breath caught in his throat as her hands reached, almost instinctively, to the waistband of his pants. And this simple, gesture sent a surge of panic through him. Eren's heart raced, his muscles tensing as her hands stilled there, waiting.

"Annie... wait." His voice broke the silence, rough and quiet, his hand closing over hers. "I don't know if I can do this. I—I'm sorry." She froze, immediately stepping back to give him space, her eyes searching his face. There was no impatience in her expression, only concern, as though she could sense the storm of conflict swirling inside him.

It wasn't that he didn't want to. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything. But the thought of being exposed in front of her, the thought of her seeing all of him—everything he had tried so hard to reconcile with—felt too raw, too vulnerable.

Annie moved closer again, her hand brushing lightly against his arm, a silent reassurance. "Eren, you don't need to apologize," she said softly. "If you're not ready, we don't have to—"

"No," Eren cut her off, shaking his head. "It's not that. I... I want this. I want you. I just... I don't want you to see me and... not see a man."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw. He had never said them out loud before, never voiced that particular fear to anyone. His secret had always been his burden alone, a constant whisper of doubt and insecurity that he carried with him every day.

But Annie didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. Instead, she looked at him—really looked at him—and for a moment, it was as if she could see everything he couldn't say, everything he had been too afraid to admit.

"I see you, Eren," she said simply, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against his skin. "A man. That's what I've always seen."

"I've had top surgery, but... nothing else, not down there." Eren's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his gaze dropping to the floor, a mixture of hesitation and fear settling over him. "Just the... um, what's changed from the testosterone." His words came out softer, almost a whisper.

Annie watched him carefully, her expression unreadable yet attentive. In her mind, she pieced it together, understanding what he meant—the effects of testosterone, how it could change the size and shape of the part he is referring to. She remained silent, giving him the space to speak without rushing him.

"What if... what if you don't like what you see?" Eren's voice cracked, a raw insecurity lacing his words as he finally voiced the fear that had been gnawing at him.

Annie stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "Eren," she said firmly, waiting for him to meet her eyes. "Look at me."

Slowly, Eren lifted his head, his heart pounding in his chest as their eyes locked.

"I don't care about what parts you have or don't have," she said, her tone gentle yet resolute. "You're a man. End of the story. And I still want you. I want to touch you—if that's what you want, too."

Eren's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing at her words. The way she said it—with absolute certainty, without hesitation—it made his fear feel small for a moment. "I... I want you to," he whispered, a flicker of trust shining in his eyes. "I trust you."

That was all Annie needed to hear. She smiled softly, feeling a warmth bloom in her chest. He had trusted her with this part of himself, with his most vulnerable self, and it only made her want him more.

Her hands moved to the waistband of his pants again, unzipping them with slow, deliberate movements, giving him time to stop her if he needed to. But this time, he didn't. As she pulled them down, her eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight before her.

She is aware of the changes testosterone could cause, but the reality was still new, still something she hadn't fully prepared for. It resembled any other man's—smaller, yes, but undeniably masculine. And seeing him like this, watching him grow harder under her gaze, only made her feel closer to him.

Eren watched her intently, his breath uneven, his heart hammering as he lay bare before her—truly, for the first time in his life. No one had ever seen him like this. No one had ever touched him like this.

"You have nothing to worry about," Annie said softly, her voice filled with sincerity as her fingertips gently traced the length of him. "You're perfect. I mean it."

Her words melted the last of his doubts. Eren let out a shaky breath as he leaned back, her fingers wrapped around him. Annie responded in kind, her movements slow and careful, reading him with every breath he took. She could see the trust in his eyes, the vulnerability he had allowed her to witness, and it filled her with a deep sense of connection she had never felt before.

For Eren, this was more than just intimacy—it was acceptance, something he hadn't known he needed this much. And in Annie's touch, in her words, he found something he hadn't believed he could have: peace with who he was.

Annie's hand moved in a steady rhythm, her strokes slow and deliberate. Eren's breath quickened, his body tense with anticipation. His hand found the back of her head, fingers gently threading through her hair as he guided her closer, wordlessly asking for more.

She understood what he wanted, and without hesitation, she lowered her mouth to him. The warmth of her lips enveloped him, her tongue swirling softly over the sensitive tip. Eren's breath hitched, his head falling back as a low moan escaped him. The sensation was overwhelming, her every movement sending waves of pleasure through him, each breath becoming heavier, more desperate, as she took him deeper.

As she continued, her movements gradually intensified, her rhythm becoming more deliberate. She felt his body start to tense beneath her, his hips instinctively pushing forward, seeking more of her. His grip on her hair tightened, and his breathing turned ragged. "You're so good at this," he managed to gasp between breaths.

A small smile played at her lips without breaking contact. She didn't need his words to know—his body was already telling her everything she needed to hear. The way he twitched beneath her touch was all the confirmation she needed. It made her feel a quiet satisfaction, knowing she could make him feel this way.

Through her actions, she was showing him the depth of her feelings—how much she wanted him, and more importantly, how she saw him, fully and unquestionably.

"Annie..." His voice was low, each deep, raspy moan filled with need, his breath shaky, the tension in his body unmistakable. She could feel how close he was, his need radiating from every touch, every sound. Without hesitation, she picked up the pace, just enough to send him over the edge.

And then, it hit. Years of unspoken desire and repressed longing crashed over him in an instant, like a dam finally giving way. His body jerked, hips twitching uncontrollably as she felt him throb in her mouth. His hand gripped the back of her neck, firm but not forceful, anchoring himself to her in the intensity of the moment, as if holding on for dear life.

"Annie... fuck," he groaned, his voice breaking under the weight of his release. His breathing was heavy and labored, a plea for air as he came undone, completely vulnerable in her care.

This was the first time he had ever felt someone else's touch there—a touch so intimate, so different from his own—and the difference was overwhelming. And it was her. The woman he had craved for so long, the one he'd spent countless lonely nights thinking about, his mind drifting to her in ways he could never admit out loud.

It took him a long moment to recover from the sensations that crashed over him. Annie had climbed back onto him, her body practically vibrating with arousal. He could feel her wetness against his thighs, the heat of her core leaving damp marks on his skin, a tangible reminder of her desire for him.

As Eren regained his composure, he pulled her into a deep, needy kiss. His hands roamed her ribs, tracing her stomach before slowly moving lower, deliberately avoiding the place she craved his touch the most. Instead, his fingers ghosted over her thighs, his teasing touch driving her to the edge of frustration. Annie let out a soft, breathy sigh, her voice tinged with need. "Eren, please..."

But instead of giving in, Eren slowed down even more, savoring every second. He could feel her bare core grinding against him, her impatience palpable. His fingertips traced along the inside of her thighs, coming achingly close to where she needed him. She gasped, her body twitching with anticipation as his hand hovered just an inch away from her most sensitive spot.

His fingers rested lightly on her pubic bone, causing her to tense, before sliding down with agonizing slowness, tracing her soft lips like a feather.

Finally.

He lifted his eyes to watch her, wanting to capture every reaction. Her expression was a mix of desperation and pleasure, her body arching toward him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head to her chest, burying him in the warmth of her skin as his hand continued to explore her. He pressed his lips to her chest while his fingers teased her clit with slow, gentle circles. Her breathing turned ragged, a few desperate moans slipping through as she clenched her fingers in his hair.

Eren didn't rush. Every touch was intentional, as if he was memorizing the feel of her, the way her body responded to him.

He repositioned them, shifting their bodies so they were no longer near the edge of the bed. In the process, he stopped his teasing, pulling his hand away. The loss of contact made her eyes open, disappointment flashing across her face.

But before she could protest, he met her gaze and, without breaking eye contact, he slid his fingers into his mouth, tasting her on his skin.

Annie's breath caught in her throat, shocked by his boldness. "Eren..." she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. There was something so erotic, so raw about the gesture, it sent a new wave of heat coursing through her.

He pushed her gently, with his hand on her chest, prompting her to lie back. He watched her the entire time, their eyes locked as he spread her legs, exposing her fully to him.

There was a rawness in being so fully seen by him. Yet, instead of feeling self-conscious, she felt wanted—desired in a way that left no room for doubt. In his eyes, she wasn't just exposed; she was revered.

His eyes traced every inch of her body with intense focus, finally settling between her thighs where she craved his touch. With admiration in his voice, Eren said, "You are so hot like this." He lowered his face, starting with soft kisses on her inner thighs, his lips moving closer to her most sensitive spot. The contact made her moan, her head tilting back in response.

He explored every part of her with a hungry, appreciative taste, savoring the sweet warmth of her wetness on his tongue. His tongue began to tease her clit, driving her wild with sensation.

As she opened her eyes to look at him, all she could see was the top of his head and his closed eyes, his face buried between her legs, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. She gripped his hair tightly, guiding him as he continued to pleasure her with unrelenting devotion.

As he continued, her body grew tenser, her desperation for him visible. Without pulling his lips away, he added his hand, carefully sliding a finger inside her. The sensation made her grip his hair tightly, her body trembling as a moan escaped her lips.

She was already so aroused, on the edge, and she didn't need much more. Eren felt this, intensifying his touch as he added another finger, the rhythm of his movements deliberate and full of care. Annie bit down on her lip, gasping between breaths. "Eren... what you are doing, don't stop."

She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, every nerve in her body burning for him. Hearing her plea, Eren was determined to give her everything she deserved—for who she was and what she meant to him. Her body trembled, barely holding on, waiting for that final push.

"Eren... Eren, I... I—"

And then it came. That final stroke, the last touch. A loud, uncontrollable moan tore from her throat as her body jerked, the release hitting her like a wave. Years of tension, desire, and longing crashed down in a flood of pleasure.

Her body shook with the force of it, and before the tremors fully subsided, Eren moved up to kiss her. She kissed him back hungrily, her arms wrapping around his neck as her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

Annie's hands slid down to his hips, pulling him closer, urging him between her legs. The suddenness of her action made Eren flinch, his breath catching as he felt the warmth of her core against him. He was already hard, but now, with her body pressed so close, he felt himself throb with need. She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "I want to feel you... all of you."

Eren's heart raced at her words. If only he had the right body. It was exactly what he wanted, but doubt still flickered in his mind. He hesitated, meeting her gaze, his voice laced with uncertainty. "But... would that even work?"

Annie buried her face in his neck, her mind consumed by him, by the need to feel him. She didn't care about the details, the logistics of it all. "I don't care," she whispered breathlessly. "I just need you close. We'll make it work."

Slowly, he adjusted his hips, aligning his body with hers. He used his hand to position himself on her, brushing against her soft lips. Annie's breath hitched, her whole body reacting to his touch.

And then... It happened. Eren had underestimated himself, but as he pressed against her, she felt everything she wanted. She wanted to feel him there and he was more than enough. A shuddering breath escaped her lips, her body tingling at the sensation of him.

For Eren, it felt unreal—beyond anything he had ever imagined. To experience this, with her, in the body he never thought would allow him to feel truly connected.

In that moment, for the first time in his life, he felt whole, like he was exactly who he was meant to be. He was about to explode. Overwhelmed by both the physical sensation and the emotion of it all, a shaky moan escaped his lips. "Fuck, Annie..."

She cupped his face, her eyes full of tenderness as she watched his expression, knowing how much this meant to him. The happiness she felt was indescribable. That he trusted her, shared this most vulnerable part of himself with her, made her heart swell with emotion.

And as she gazed at him, she realized just how deeply she cared for him. It pained her to think he had ever hated himself, or doubted that she could want him like this. When in truth, she loved him completely, unconditionally, just as he was.

Eren grabbed her hips, gently guiding her against him. Her hand slipped down to her clit, adding to the pleasure. Her body responded immediately, arching against him as her free hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, placing kisses there as their bodies moved together, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of feelings building between them.

The world faded away. Nothing else mattered but the two of them. It was a moment of intense, intimate defenselessness.

It wasn't long before the tension broke, the overwhelming need becoming too much to contain. Both of them reached the edge together, their bodies trembling as the release came crashing over them, wave after wave of pleasure that left them breathless and shaking.

As they came down from the high, they lay together, limbs intertwined, their bodies still trembling in the aftermath. Eren wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she rested her head on his chest, his breathing still heavy. He stroked her hair, gently running his fingers through the messy strands of blonde.

All he could do was stare at her, flashes of the past few years running through his mind. It was sinking in—this was real. After years of doubting himself, hating his body, and fearing how she might react to the truth, here she was. Annie, the one who had fully accepted him, loved him. The only person who could ever make him feel this way.

His heart overflowed with a love too deep for words, but he knew one thing for certain: he wanted nothing more than to see her smile, to make her feel as happy, loved, and cherished as she had made him feel.

His arms tightened around her involuntarily, and Annie noticed the change. She looked up, meeting his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly.

Eren lowered his face to hers, his heart racing, but this time, he didn't hesitate. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you, Annie."

Her eyes widened slightly at the weight of his words, but as she stared at him, she saw nothing but warmth and affection in his gaze. His expression was calm, serious, but his eyes... they were full of undeniable love.

Eren's gaze never wavered. "I've never been more sure of anything."

She rose slightly from his embrace, pressing a soft, warm kiss to his lips. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she pulled back, her forehead resting against his. "I love you too, Eren. More than you could imagine." And for the first time, they both believed in those words completely.

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Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this! This was a request from someone (sorry, I've forgotten your username), but I hope fate lets you find this, stranger.

I'm cis, but I've done my best to research and handle this story with care. However, if anything in it is inappropriate or offensive to trans readers, please let me know. Your feedback is important to me!