Faith [Eren x Reader]

After Dark

You don't see Eren for another month. The last time you had seen him was at his place in Los Angeles after another very heated and intense fuck session. You woke up to an empty bed and frowned. It was Sunday; who the fuck is busy on a Sunday? You rolled onto your side, expecting to see another sticky note tacked to your phone, but there was none.

You had figured you were alone until the bedroom door clicked open, and Eren's head popped in, checking to see if you were still asleep. Relief floods over you at seeing his face.

"Goooood mooooorning," he sings, swaying over to your side and sitting on the bed next to you. You pull the covers up to under your eyes and return the greeting through a yawn. "I made breakfast. I don't really know what you like, so I just made double of what I normally have." He leans in, eyes piercing into yours. Seeing his green eyes in natural light was very different than any other lighting.

"Are you a good cook?" You ask and pull the sheet down to your neck, keeping you aware of how naked you were under the blanket. Eren paid no mind to it, as he was shirtless and in a pair of booty shorts.

"I couldn't tell you." He grins and shrugs, pressing his forehead to yours and pulling away. "Come on," he reaches a hand out to you.

"I'm naked," you whine, stretching your arms out and yawning again. Eren lifts one side of the blanket and shoves his head underneath, getting a peek of your bare body under the covers. You curl up to prevent him from seeing, but he's crawling on top of you, and his head pops out on your chest as he lays on top of you.

"Nothing I haven't seen before. I can confirm it." His warm hands are on your sides, holding onto you.

"Eren," you run your fingers through his long hair, getting over the fact that your tits are out. Being conservative when it came to being naked was normal for you around others. Even in locker rooms, you tried to hide without looking like you were. But, with Eren, you didn't even care. You were comfortable.

He crawls further until he's looking directly down at you, tension thick. You glance to his lips and his eyes. "Let's go eat." He smiles, kissing your cheek before sliding off of you. He throws a pair of shorts and a shirt at you, hitting you in the face. You slip into the clothes quickly and follow him to the kitchen, where a hearty breakfast was set up on the counter.

In the afternoon, you reach home, thanks to Eren dropping you off. You feel sad to see him pull out of the parking lot, unsure of when you'd meet with him again. He had told you he'd text you, which you didn't doubt, but at this point, you wished he wasn't on the other side of the country. You figured it was a good thing, though. If you saw him often, then you'd probably end up catching feelings and have to deal with a long-distance relationship between work and school.

In the month of his absence, he'll send you pictures of him on work trips and in the office. You begin to think that you're the only one of his hookups he sees regularly. Maybe this was friendship? No, no. This was literal friends with benefits. You would answer when he called, even while studying. The company was nice to have with your nose buried in textbooks.

"Have you considered becoming an intern yet?" Eren asks one evening on FaceTime, both of you tapping away on your laptops. There was silence a lot of the time during these calls where you and he were both busy. "I have some applications to review, and I'd be glad to see yours." His tone was serious, which was rare.

Pressing your pen to your temple, you look to your phone screen. He looks tired. "I don't know yet. I'm just really focusing on my senior thesis stuff. It's a lot of work, and I don't think I could balance that and an internship out simultaneously. And if I want to take my series seven..."