Traveller – Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

**This oneshot takes place in season 4 of AOT**

It had been another quiet night in your bar and the dim light of the candles suspended on the walls were making you sleepy as you washed up the few beer glasses left.

“It’s so boring here,” you thought as you used your forearm to wipe your brow, reaching for a towel to wipe the glasses down.

You glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled.

“Only 5 minutes till I can close up.”

As you turned your back to the door to put the glasses on the shelf you heard the little bell tinkle- notifying you of someone’s arrival.

“I’m just about to cl—.” 

As you turned back to tell the newcomer you were closing your eyes fell on a fairly muscular man with long hair covering his grey-blue eyes.

There was something about him that just made you shut up and gesture to one of the barstool nearby instead of announcing your closure.

“Have a seat,” you invited.

He nodded and walked over, sitting down and resting his forearms on the polished wooden bench top.

“What’ll you have?” you asked him pivoting on your toes to face the wall of beer and looking back over your shoulder at him in preparation to answer the usual next question of ‘what do you have’?

But to your surprise he didn’t ask that.

“I’m not here for a drink,” he said in an even tone, his sunken war-worn eyes watching your every move from behind that long fringe.

The look wasn’t a smolder but there was just something about it, coupled with his unusual response, that has your panties immediately drenched.

Switching over to your bold mode you took a step closer to the bartop and rested your palms on it then leaned down and gave him a very direct stare.

“Well, what are you here for then?” you queried, quirking one eyebrow up.

His eyes left yours and slowly traced you features, ending on your lips then coming up to your eyes again. 

“Do you offer anything else other than drinks?”

You knew exactly what he mean by that statement. This man had done his research, obviously, because you did offer your own services from time to time for travelers to enjoy.

“Where you from?” you asked him, “you’re not from here, are you.”

“Does it matter where I’m from?” he asked, not moving one bit from the same position he had landed on on the stool.

You inhaled a breath in through your nose and stared him down, wondering if you should work him up a little more first before caving.

“You’ve done your research,” you commented.

“I have my ways, yes,” he replied, tilting his face up a little more so the light caught his eyes.

You were aching between your thighs by now. His confidence was so incredibly sexy that it was taking every inch of your control to not just throw yourself at him over the bar top.

“Come to the back room,” you said in a highly suggestive voice.

“I would like something larger than the back room… If I can avoid it. I don’t like small spaces,” he said, reaching for his hair and pulling it back off his face then securing it in a low bun at the base of his neck.

“So what do you suggest?” you asked, checking out his jawline.

He casually looked around the empty bar then back at you.

“Here?” you asked with surprise, catching onto his silent suggestion- conveyed only by body language, “you just don’t give a fuck, do you?”

He shrugged.

“Well, if you’re not one to get rattled easily…” you replied, leaving your comment open with a smirk as you reached for your underwear up under your bar skirt and shimmied them down your legs.

“Not just the underwear,” he said in a raspy voice, eyes still boring into yours, “I want it all off… I haven’t seen a woman’s body in years.”

“Deprived of human contact?” you asked curiously.

“You could say that,” he replied, leaning his hands down onto the bench top and staring directly at you, “all I know is I need to release to keep my head on straight. I’m going to need it.”

“Got something big coming up? Are you here for the festival?” you probed.

“Do you quiz all your customers like this?” he asked, his face still showing zero emotion as he stood up, “all I’m here for is to take you from behind, make you cum, then leave.”

There was something about the absolutely NO strings attached feel to him that ticked all your boxes and you unzipped your skirt and dropped it to the floor, leaving yourself only in boots and the bar shirt.

Honestly, you expected his eyes to travel down your body and at least check out your shaven pussy but he didn’t even budge.

“Who is this man? The word that comes to mind is ‘war hardened’ as he hadn’t given in once to anything suggestive I’ve thrown at him.”

“Shirt,” he demanded, “leave the boots on though.”

You nodded and lifted the bottom of your shirt up, sliding it slowly up your body and over your head before dropping it to the floor and reaching behind your back to undo your bra.

Still, when you exposed all of yourself to him from behind the bar his sunken eyes never wavered from your face.

“You don’t want to check me out?” you teased, reaching up under your breasts and juggling them a bit to try and capture his attention.

“I’m here for one thing and one thing only; so when you’re ready…” He waited, poised, ready to jump the bar if needed. 

You took a few steps back and posed a little before speaking. 

“Ready when you are, big boy,” you said in a teasing tone, curling one finger for him to come at you.

The guy was of a fair height but you didn’t think that he could clear the bar with one jump? You were proven wrong though as he was suddenly on your side of the bar in one swift movement.

Before you could make any noises of exclamation he had you up in his arms and pinned against the beer bottle lined wall.

Instead of going for your lips though, like all the other men usually did- he went for your neck, biting into you roughly but with a small amount of reserve so as not to inflict too much pain and your body succumbed to his touch.

Your head rolled back as he pressed your body against the bottles and used his other hand to support under the back of your neck.

“A-Are you going to remove your pants?” you rasped, voice box straining from the angle your trachea was on.

He made no reply, moving his mouth in a calculated manner as he trailed down your front. Hooking his hands up under your arms he hoisted your body up higher so that he could bite and kiss further down your stomach as he lifted your legs over his shoulders.

This was unlike any other experience you had had. Most of your clients were quite shy, a little creepy even- needing you to take the reins and show them what to do, but this man was different. He knew what he wanted and by hell he was going to take it.

Your head snapped back against the higher up bottles, knocking some of them to the ground and they smashed instantly upon impact.

“Good thing I have my boots still on! When he puts me down … if he ever puts me down… I won’t get glass in my feet… wait?! Is that why he told me to leave my boots on?”

Your distracted inner monologue was cut short but his mouth and tongue suddenly hitting your clit and you gasped loudly as he hungrily ate you out.

Getting right in there he reached behind you and pulled your body from the shelving and slumped you over his head as he turned and walked the few steps to the bar top then lay you down there.

His tongue on your clit was relentless and he kept licking and sucking it as your legs quivered helplessly either side of his head.

Moan after moan escaped your lips then suddenly you were again lifted up and your legs were pushed from his shoulders. Like a ragdoll you were turned over then draped over the bartop with your ass facing him.

Before you could look behind you to see what he was going to do he had dropped his pants and pushed his long shaft up inside you.

“Holy fuck!” you screamed, your legs falling wide to accommodate his size as his hips bucked furiously back and forth against you.

He reached for your hair and gripped his hand into your scalp, using you as a stabilizer as he fucked your tight, slick pussy.

Mind numbed by his dominance, you let your body enjoy what he was doing to you and in no time you could feel the orgasm rising.

“I’ve honestly never cum from any of these random guys taking me but shit this guy is good, his cock fits me so well.”

Your eyes rolled then squeezed closed as you bit into your bottom lip and let small whimpers of pleasure escape with each time your body was banged over the bench top.

This guy still hadn’t made a sound, really. He was too focused on that release and he was about to have a big one- judging by the way his hips increased their wild thrusting.

“Do I tell him I’m gonna cum?” you moaned internally to yourself, body still lurching back and forth with each thrust, “or do I just cum? It’s not about me anyway…”

Body well and truly along for the ride now, you felt your pussy getting slicker and slicker- making the good fucking it was receiving, easier and easier.

You clamped down on your tongue as your pussy spasmed around his dick, cumming hard while he continued to fuck you into next week. 

Mind screaming as you rode your orgasm out, you had forgotten to tell him to pull out just before he came- but it seemed like he was already on the same page. As his thrusting became a little sloppy he pulled himself quickly from your pussy and released his hot cum all over your bare ass cheek.

Neither of you spoke. The sound of panting the only noise in the quiet bar.

“I hope that helped,” you said breathlessly, looking over your shoulder at him as he finally let go of your hair.

He nodded and stepped back.

“Yes, thank you,” he said, his cock slowly deflating again.

“Well…” you said as you slid back off the bartop and dropped to the floor, “if you ever need me again you know where to find me.”

He looked at you with those emotionless grey blue eyes and nodded again as he pulled his pants up and zipped them closed.

“I’ll be here till the end of the week… I’ll see you again before I leave.”

Elated, your heart skipped a beat. This was the first guy to come to you for your services that you had ever wanted to see again.

Standing there completely naked and smiling like an idiot, you watched him make his way out of the bar area and walk to the door.

“W-Wait! I didn’t get your name?” you called to him.

“Kruger,” he replied, not look back at you as he left in the same stoic way he had come.

~ END ~

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