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working as an intern/secretary for Saul Goodman, hoping to break into the legal world but instead having to deal with your boss’s leering states and comments and touches, staying late one evening for a big case and suddenly things get a lot more intimate 🫣
Late night (Saul Goodman X Fem! Reader smut)
Warnings: 18+ Pure smut (I need holy water), riding, desperate reader, age gap, praise kink, Saul being sleazy, unwanted/very much wanted touches, harassment?, workplace shenanigans
Your life had been full of ups and downs, but nothing was going get in the way of your aspirations. Wanting to work in the world of law hoping to serve justice to those who need it.
But due to your past anti-social behaviour as a teen your dream had proven difficult to achieve. HHM was the last law firm you stopped by, and they just shamed you for having a criminal record of illegal possession and whatnot. Even though you had proven to be quite learner now. Hamlin and his snobs just couldn’t see passed the measly drug charge.
That night you sat at the bar wondering what you could do next sipping the glass in your hand with a sigh. “Rough night?” The presence of the older man seated next you became noticed. He appeared familiar as he smiled at you.
“You could say that” you nervously chuckled as his big blue eyes looked you up and down. “You want another drink?” he asked you glanced at your glass. “It’s on me sweetheart you look like you need it” His voice was smooth, and it made you question where you have heard it before. You agreed and the man began to strike a conversation while the bartender poured you another glass.
He certainly had charm as he expressed concern and then it hit you when he mentioned his name. Saul Goodman. The lawyer guy you’ve seen on late night TV of course!
You shared a few amusing moments with him. Especially when you told him about Hamlin shaming you.
“What’s in the past stays in the past sweetheart and so what. I did way worse shit when I was a teenager, I tell ya. Don’t let people like lord Vader put you down like that” Saul shakes a finger at you with the advice and you giggled.
One drink after another you really enjoyed his company, he made your night a lot better. There were a few little things you started to notice. His eyes checking you out his hand drifting across your thigh. But you blamed it on how drunk you were starting to get.
Nah that’s just stupid.
At the end of night Saul made you an offer “Well since your stuck at the moment how about you come and work for me?” he asked gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’m in need of a new secretary and you can also gain some much-needed work experience as my intern as well” Saul explained. The offer sounded amazing and ideal since you had nowhere else to start.
Little did you know what was going to happen between the two of you.
First few weeks were easier than expected even with the vast amounts of unusual clients coming in. You were always by Saul’s side fetching him coffee filling out paperwork and on your breaks you would join him for lunch and chat away about cases.
As time passed Saul’s behaviour had changed. The more comfortable you were at his office the more comfortable he was with touching you every chance he had.
His hands would caress your shoulders while you were deep into paperwork while he admired your efforts. Praising you was a major thing for him.
'You are doing so well sweetheart'
'Good girl'
'I’m so lucky to have you here'
His words made you blush and smile softly. But his touches became more on the forceful side on occasions where you were stood organising files and he would reach for a file above you and casually move his hand to your ass.
During conversations his baby blue eyes seemed to cloud with lust (something you had recognised from previous relationships). Signs of a man in need.
Maybe you were reading too much into it.
You found Saul to be very attractive and not the type of man you would go for given the age difference between the two of you.
Then it became obvious by the comments he started to make towards you.
Why do have to come in such a small skirt today doll? He once asked playing with the hem of it. You glanced at the paperwork hoping he wouldn’t notice the clenching of your thighs.
He would also make rather lustful comments about your ass too. ‘God you are killing me with that booty.’ Saul mused as you walked out the office one night. You chose to ignore it, but he made it rather hard for you as his hands would linger on your skin longer.
It was like he couldn’t resist any longer. Then he reached breaking point and so did you...
It was late and you worked tireless on a new ground-breaking case of a rather wealthy client. Saul wanted your help with the case, so you stayed later than usual. Organising each file before you on his desk.
“This is big deal for us sweet face” he sighed loosening up his green tie and undoing his top button. You hummed in response looking through witness reports and whatnot.
“I just love your determination it’s so sexy might I add” Saul spoke smoothly you looked over at him noticing his chair was much closer to yours.
You would be lying if you said his carnal comments didn’t keep you up at night. “I see the way your body responds sweetheart.” his eyes once again clouded with lust “how your soft thighs clench” he spoke with such admiration as his hand met your thighs caressing in a circular motion.
Clearing your throat, you could no longer be focused on what you were reading “I thought you said this case is important to us?” You questioned trying not to make eye contact with the older man.
Saul suddenly took a hold of your chin causing you to drop your pen to the desk. “It is but I can think of more important things to do my doll” he said in a suggestive manner.
His office became hot as his lips inched closer to yours, you couldn't think. Did you really want this?
Quickly he pressed his soft lips upon you with such forceful passion you could taste the coffee he had been drinking. Wrapping your arms around his neck Saul groaned as you finally gave in to his advances. Oh god you wanted him you needed him so bad!
Lifting yourself off your chair you made a comfortable place on his lap as his lips moved to the sweet spot of your neck suckling like a vampire. Never have you met a man who wanted you like this.
“Saul ah” you moaned his name as he fiddled with the buttons of your white blouse. “I know baby I’ve been dying to know what these beautiful tits looked like” he confessed with another throaty groan as he finally got to your bra. Snapping it in an instant and then throwing it aside he stared at your bare breasts in such desire.
“Oh, sweetheart you are so perfect, aren’t you?” he praised dampening between your thighs you started to grind yourself on him in response. Already feeling the hardness of his cock entrapped in his formal pants. Saul watched you working your body with his whimpering as he sucked and played with your tits.
“My good girl, aren’t you? All mine!” he groaned like a man possessed his long fingers explored between your legs as he pecked kisses all over your chest.
You were almost on the verge of begging him as his skilful fingers rubbed and his eyes kept in contact with yours. It was all too much, and you lifted yourself up to pull down your panties needing him to caress your bare heat.
And Saul did sooo well
“Pl-please ah” you pleaded him, and he smirked “Promise me this sweet face when I make you scream my name tonight” his fingers rubbed faster spreading you out for him “you will be my good girl forever” His words ended as he suddenly slid two of his fingers deep inside you.
“Oh I-I promise S-saul just please f-fuck me ah” you have never felt so needy as he thrusted his fingers in faster as you buried your face into his neck. Saul tuts at you “you can’t hide your pretty little face like that” you moaned at his words turning your head so he could kiss you deeply.
Excitement rushed in your already quivering body as you heard him fiddling with his belt. “Mmm such a greedy little slut for me” he hummed pulling his belt off and rolling down his pants along with his boxers.
Sighing in relief his cock bounced up to greet your wetness and you started grinding on him on him again like a dog in heat. “Fuck” Saul cursed as he grabbed on your hips kissing you. As you lifted again to welcome his thick cock you gasped feeling the tip lubricated with so much precum it dripped alongside his cock with desire. Pushing down the two of you gasped in pure pleasure Saul was already so deep inside you.
It took a minute to adjust as he kissed you madly savouring the taste of your tongue. Moving up and down gently “oh baby you feel soo g-good" the older man winced as you clenched around him like a vice.
The noise in his hot office contained desperate moans and the squeaks of both you and his desk chair. Never before you thought of fucking your own employer, but it felt so God damn good.
Saul decided to take the reigns as he sucked on your breasts again thrusting his hips hard into you. You ripped open his shirt and placed both hands on his chest as he fucked you roughly.
“Y-you don’t know how long I wanted this sweetheart ah” he groaned as he felt himself nearing to that orgasmic end.
One hand moved from your hip to your bundle of nerves playing with them causing you to desperately chase that long awaited orgasm
Almost crying out his name “Oh my good girl” he repeated over and over as he shot his load deep inside you. Tightening around him you came screaming his name like he said you would. He stayed buried in you as you both caught your breath.
“Now we can finish this important case” he chuckled
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My kid. (Request)
Jesse pinkman x teen!reader, Jesse pinkman x platonic!reader, Jesse pinkman x sister!reader.
Request description: Can i get a Jesse pinkman x platonic teen reader where the reader is like a little sister to him and something bad/dangerous is going down so he has to bring her with him to make sure shes safe and she meets Walt. I just think it would be hilarous to see Walt just like 😐??? "Who tf is this"
Requested by: anonymous
Warnings: mention of parent neglect/abuse but nothing vulgar!!! I think that’s all lmk if I’m incorrect
(A/n): omg is this the first thing I’ve written that isn’t marvel related :0 well when I was littler, like thirteen or something I wrote the walking dead stuff LOL but we do not talk about that. Anyways sorry This is so short! I literally started writing it immediately after I read the request in my ask box so it’s only been like an hour in the working but it got me writing so wtv… anon I hope it lives up to ur expectations thank U SO MYCH FOR THIS AND PLEASE SEND ME MORE. NO KIDDING SEND ME LIEK FIFTEEN AT A TIME. ACTUALLY PLZ YOURE DOING ME A FAVOR LMFAOOO also if ur in my usual Taglist read the afternotes I put after the fic <3
You and Jesse had met five years ago when you were eleven. When you were trying to steal food for yourself, Jesse caught you before anyone else did. He just bought it for you and took you outside to talk to you while you ate the legal food. Now, you’re sixteen and in the past few years, you and Jesse have only grown closer. He immediately showed you what a comforting place he could be and immediately told you how you could always fall back on him if you needed to. And you being a kid, in dire need of attention, believed him.
You’re an only child, so you never had anyone there to really take care of you. Especially since you’d made it clear to Jesse the first night you met, the real reason you needed to steal that food. The neglect and abuse from your parents that only became more prominent as the years went on. And Jesse felt like he could be the one to take care of you, as best he could at least. Especially since 1. He loves children, and 2. He always wished he’d had someone like that growing up. It’s not easy to grow up feeling unheard and unloved.
You often go over to his house after school. Either he picks you up, or some days you ride the bus home and usually choose to walk to Jesse’s and show up unexpectedly. But he always makes you feel at home either way. His house is your second home, that’s what your parents and Jesse referred to it as. Well, that was before you started crying in front of him and told him about how much you wished it was your first home. How much you wish you didn’t have to deal with the shit at home anymore, and Jesse wishes he didn’t understand.
Today was one of the days when you’d called Jesse earlier in the day and asked him if you’d be able to come over. He agreed immediately and offered to pick you up like he usually does. Everything seemed normal until it was twenty past 2:00 and Jesse was nowhere to be seen.
Sometimes he could be late, sometimes he was waiting outside for you when you’d walked out of school. But he’d never been this late. Your first instinct was to be worried instead of mad. You pulled your phone out of your pocket at 2:35, when you were one of the last kids in the parking lot, aside from most of the kids waiting for their practice to start or something. And the couple of loiterers.
He picked up after two rings, “hey y/n I’m on my way. Stuck in traffic. Sorry.” He said, but he sounded seriously out of breath. “Did you just get back from a run?” You asked, knowing he doesn’t run. Just poking fun.
Jesse laughed a little on the other line and just said he would be there soon. Low and behold, he speedily arrived five minutes later. He pulled into the parking space right in front of where you were standing.
“Bye Flynn,” You smile next to you to the boy who was waiting with you. A boy you’ve become quite fond of, but you’d never admit it to anyone.
You open the passenger door and sling your backpack in, under your feet. “Who’s that?” Jesse asks, pointing to the boy slowly making his way back to his car.
“Oh, that?” You ask, probably a little too oblivious for Jesse’s liking, since he’s pretty much an overgrown teenager and knows all the tactics there are. “Yeah, that.” He asks, nodding his head aggressively, leaning over to get a better look at the boy.
“That’s my friend Flynn.” You say while buckling your seatbelt and looking down at your lap. “Huh. Flynn’s got a sweet ride.” Jesse says, watching as Flynn gets into his car. You nod, looking over at him.
“You like h-“ Jesse starts, but you’re not in the mood to lie or have a conversation about Flynn. There’s bigger fish to fry. “Jesse, Where were you? Why were you late, are you okay?” You ask, finally making eye contact.
Jesse nods, “yeah. Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. But uh, I think I need to stop by my work. I left something. And then we could go grab dinner, then I’ll bring you home.” Jesse says, smiling a phony smile. You narrow your eyes.
“We’re not going back to your house?” You ask, trying to read his eyes. He shakes his head, “well, I just thought you’d like to do something different this time. I know I’d like to switch it up.” He said, taking the car out of park to pull out.
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You say quietly, looking out the window. A minute or two later he turns up the CD player when one of his favorite TwaüghtHammër songs starts playing. He sings along, Fallacies, Fallacies, Fallacies, Fallacies.
Once he pulls up to the laundromat you see a bald-headed man standing next to his parked car. He seems like he’d only arrived a few moments prior. But it still seems like an odd situation.
You glance over at Jesse and he glances at you and smiles softly. He pulls into a parking spot a few feet away from the man and shuts the car off. The bald man is out your window, and you eye each other for a moment. Immediately feeling something off about him.
“Stay here,” Jesse glances at you quickly before quickly hopping out of his car and walking to the passenger side near where the man is standing.
“Hey,” Jesse starts as he walks up to Walt, attempting to block you from his vision, a failed attempt. “Who’s that?” Walter asks immediately, pointing right at you.
Jesse scratches his neck and turns around, catching your eye as if attempting to look oblivious. “Oh, that? She’s- that’s just-“ he starts, but Walt’s hateful tone cuts him off, “you brought a prostitute to work?! What are you-“ Walt starts spitting, but Jesse narrows his eyes and waves his hands in front of Walt’s face, immediately blabbering and stuttering in shock.
“No! No, she’s not a prostitute, man! She’s fifteen.” He shivers, his disgusted face turns around and meets yours of confusion. And your innocent frame, your beat-up high school sweatshirt, and hair pulled back messily. And the healing bruise on your face, the indication that you HAD been beat up, by either school bullies you’d mentioned to Jesse in passing or by your parents. But you’d refused to tell him which. At least it was mostly healed by now. He doesn’t know how Walt thinks you resemble anything of a sex symbol, because you’re just a kid to him.
More like his kid.
“That’s… that’s my… my…” Jesse looks for the words but doesn’t really know what to call you. You’re not his sister, technically. You’re not his friend, you’re more than a friend. You’re like family to him, but he didn’t want to say that and make it come off weird to Walt.
That’s when you decide to make the first move. You unbuckle your seatbelt and step over your backpack while opening the passenger door.
“I’m y/n.” You say, holding your hand out for Walt to shake it. He just looks down out it, then back up at you, raising an eyebrow, then turning to Jesse.
“My kid,” Jesse says, leaning into you slightly and smiling. He’s referred to you like that in front of people before, and it worked for both of you. Like when he’d referred to you as his kid at a school play you were in and Jesse showed up at, and you’d called him your ‘grown-up’. Now it’s just your thing.
“What? So it’s bring your child to work day? Well, you should’ve let me know. I’m sure my newborn daughter would’ve loved to see what we do here.” Walt says, rolling his eyes and walking into the laundromat.
Jesse slowly looks back at you before gesturing for you to follow him. “She’s- she’s not gonna tell anyone, or jeopardize our business or anything. She’s trustworthy.” He defends your honor.
“Has she ever been exposed to something this big before? How do you know she won’t go tell anyone?” Walt says as he enters the elevator behind some big washing machine. You and Jesse follow him.
“Hey man-“ Jesse starts in a voice that anyone who knows him could recognize as an argumentative tone coming on.
“I don’t have anyone to tell.” You say, quietly but matter-of-factly as the elevator doors close. You don’t break eye contact with Walt, staring up at him blankly and he looks down at you mirroring the same expression. All the while Jesse looks at you worryingly.
Walt turns away. “This isn’t a therapy session.” He says quietly. You fight the urge to smile because it was a kinda funny roast. So you avoid eye contact with Jesse because you don’t know how he’s feeling about this entire situation.
When the elevator doors open, and after a long hallway and a big metal door, you see Jesses workplace. Walking over this small platform above everything where you have a clear view of everything, and down a spiral staircase where you’re in it.
As your eyes scan everything, you hear Walt and Jesse quietly whispering behind you. But you can make out some things.
Jesse whispers, “I think they bugged my house,” to Walt.
You narrow your eyes, everything hitting you. Jesses weird behavior and all his money and fear and sudden anxiety and outbursts. Amongst other things
“Jesse…” you start, looking around the lab, your back to him.
“So, yeah. We- um. We work down here and make new laundry detergent and stuff for the people upstairs. But it can be very toxic so…” Jesse says. You turn around and meet his eyes as he rubs the back of his neck.
“You… cook meth?” Your brows furrowed. You can’t understand why he would want to do this. But, you guess it explains all the money.
Jesse immediately and loudly stammers. But Walt just nods his head, pressing his lips together. “Smart kid you’ve got on your hands. Would hate to have something happen to her.” He says, you immediately sport a baffled look, but you figure he’s bluffing.
“Hey, asshole. That’s my kid. You don’t-“ Jesse starts, once again loudly. But Walt cuts him off, “and I won’t have to, not unless she shared any aspects of our work here.” He says.
“I don’t have anyone to tell, man. I just told you that five minutes ago. Jesse, your partner got short-term memory loss or something,” you look back and forth from Jesse to Walter.
Walt nods slowly. He mutters something quickly sounding like, “maybe we could legally bound her to silence or something, maybe Saul will know.” He starts to walk away as he pulls out his phone, but you interrupt his typing.
You point to Walt’s phone and narrow your eyes, “That’s my uncle,” you say unbelievably. Jesse and Walt freeze in their tracks, glancing up at you. “What?” Jesse asks, looking down at Walt’s phone, and then back to you.
“‘Saul Goodman’? Yeah, my uncle. Well, not by blood, but he worked with my dad or something. And his names actually Jim or James or something. I called him uncle jimmy when I was little.” You say, looking between the two of them. Jesse makes a face that says he’s about to go on a confused rant, but Walt cuts it off before it starts, “huh. You learn something new every day.” Then he pressed the call button on his phone and stares at you while it rings.
“Saul? We’ve got a situation. But we’ve also got your niece here so let’s keep that in mind.” Walt says, smiling shortly at you, and putting his phone on speaker.
“Niece? What, my niece? I don’t have a-“ Jimmy says. You forgot how his voice sounded.
“Hi, uncle jimmy. It’s y/n.” You say softly, staring at Walt’s phone.
“Y/n l/n!? No kidding! How are you, kid!?” He starts, But Walt cuts him off, taking his phone off of speaker and turning to walk up the red wire spiral staircase and walking out of the lab to continue his conversation with Saul on the phone.
Jesse shakes his head, before walking the few short steps beside where you're leaning on one of the counters, “so, what’d you think of him?” Jesse said, looking down at you.
You take a deep breath, “I think your partners an asshole,” you say jokingly, glancing up at him.
“Hey! Language.” He laughs, pushing you slightly. Knowing how much force to use before he could actually hurt you. You both laugh,
“Yeah, okay. King of ‘bitch!’” You say playfully.
“‘King of bitch’? What is that supposed to mean?”
“What, you didn’t think I heard your voicemail every time you missed my calls? When I was like, what, twelve? “Yo yo yo, 148-3 to the 3 to the 6 to the 9, representing the ABQ, what up, biatch?!” It still plays in my head when I can't fall asleep!” Jesse would reprimand you for cursing a second time but he’s too busy laughing.
“God, please don’t be like me when you’re older, kid.” He laughs.
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