Faith [Eren x Reader]

Ungodly Hour

music for this chapter is disco tits by tove lo! trust me, my music taste is pretty fire.

When you wake, your body is so sore that it pains you to even begin to roll over. You're in Eren's bed—alone. Unsure of where he was, you weren't planning on wasting the energy to think about it. Most one night stands went like this. Either you or the person you slept with were gone the next morning, embarrassed and needing to get to class or work. 

It would be sunny on a typical day, but the weather was cloudy for today, so no sun shined on your face as it does at home. You groan and roll around, picking up your nearly dead phone, or so you thought. It was plugged into the wall, resting on the nightstand. You certainly hadn't done that, so you assume Eren had. 

A sticky note is pasted onto the screen of your phone, so you peel it off and blink at it. 

I enjoyed you. Call me when you're down for it again.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
—Eren Jaeger
(P.S. Would have stayed to fuck you in the morning, but I had to get to work.)

You purse your lips at the politely written out note, even though his handwriting resembled chicken scratch. You tip tap the numbers into your phone, glancing at the time. You still had some more time before meeting Deja back at the hotel, so you take your time mentally preparing to sit up. Everywhere hurts. Especially your ravaged neck. The bite marks were still raw, so you searching through Eren's cabinets until you found Neosporin. 

Music softly played from your phone as you used whatever was in his bathroom to help you look presentable to the general public. You even sprayed a dash of his cologne on, just because you felt like it. 

Now, for your clothes. No way in hell were you wearing what you arrived in. After a few moments of having an internal argument over whether Eren would care or even notice, you decide on snagging a plain white shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been tossed onto his desk chair. While observing his desk, you notice how the bongs you had used last night were sparkly clean. 

When exiting his bedroom and heading to the kitchen, you had been expecting the mess from last night to be still present, but it wasn't. Again, everything was clean. It felt strange to be in such a neatly kept home, eerie almost. You hydrate yourself and then prepare to depart. You mark off your mental checklist, making sure you had everything with you. 

You had to call an Uber to your hotel since the walk would be too painful and far, not to mention freezing as you were clad in just a cotton tee. You shoot Deja a text, informing her of your arrival. You peek at Eren's contact in the Uber, damning him for leaving his number, meaning you would have to text him first. Eventually, you'd have to break it to him that you attended college in Los Angeles, so he and you getting together would not be a daily thing. If he even wanted to again. Who knows when you'll be back in New York City? 

You frown and send the message. 

Hey, this is Y/N! I had fun too, thanks :) 
Unfortunately, I reside in LA, so I won't be back for a while. Or ever. Idfk. But I'll let you know if I'm ever back in town, yeah?

The reply comes not a minute after you send it. 

That seriously sucks. Luckily for you and me, I travel a shit ton because of work. I think I'll be in LA next week, actually. Would you want to hang out? Have some more sex, maybe? Hehe. I could make room for u in my schedule. 

You bite your lower lip in anticipation. This can't be real. A guy as dreamy and sexy as him going out of his way to schedule a time for you? To fuck? Unreal.