#jimmy mcgill smut

[desertwritings]

A BREAK FROM STUDYING

A Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman x Cis Female reader Y/N fanfic? 

TBH this is my first time posting my work on Tumblr so I’m still figuring out the formatting. This story is smut based... like heavily smutty and gross so you have been warned. If you like it enough for me to make it a series let me know!

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CONTAINS: age gap, daddy k!nk, cream pie, mild squirting, public(ish) sex. 

CONTEXT: You have been working with Jimmy in the mail room for years now and have always had a puppy love schoolgirl sort of crush on him since you first met, but always thought it wasn’t reciprocated. Now, one night, he shows just how badly he’s wanted you this whole time while you try to study for the bar exam. 

I only had another week left until the bar exam and I spent most of my time either working in the mailroom of HHM or studying in doc review. Howard had been supportive enough, allowing me extra time to focus on my studies, all while also paying for my school costs — even if it was just through the local community college. Go Suncats! Honestly, this had been the most support I had ever received. Maybe if I grew up having more support, I would be going to Harvard instead. 

“Heya y/n.” I heard the familiar raspy and pitchy tone of Jimmy as he leaned in the doorway of doc review, where I hunched over a textbook, an empty coffee cup, and a tear-stained notebook. 

“It’s like — almost midnight. What are you still doing here?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my pen and paper. 

I heard his footsteps get closer and the chair beside me pull out and creek as he sat beside me. “I have my reasons.” He answers in a half-assed manner. 

I turned to face him, the dim lamp highlighting his playful smile and I felt my core grow weak and mushy for him. 

The first time I had met Jimmy Mcgill I was working in the mail room, trying to get a job as an assistant or a paralegal for one of the partners. Freshly twenty-three with a bright and optimistic view of the world — full of drive and childish ambition. I was so focused on work and starting classes that I hadn’t taken any time to unwind — let alone care about boys or dating or anything like that. But the first time I met the mysterious brother to Chuck Mcgill, I’ll admit it was like I became a sappy, sick puppy dog. Sure, he was older — a little bit of a loser. But I was weak for the funny pathetic underdogs. Not to mention he was flirty and funny and fed into my childish delusions of how I could “fix him.” I flirted back, wore short skirts, wore the hoop earrings he complimented once, and wore my hair loose and fun. I tried. But for some reason, it never went past harmless office flirtation. I assumed maybe it was the age difference. Maybe he was uncomfortable with being with someone as young as me. Maybe he was just trying to do the right thing but not giving in to temptation with me. 

Now I was almost twenty-seven, and though the schoolgirl crush had dulled a little, there were times when I would catch myself looking at him like he could move heaven and earth. Like in this moment as he sat next to me in the dimly lit document room. So I cleared my throat and turned back to the papers in front of me. 

“Admit you just missed me.” I teased as the smallest of smiles tugged on the corners of my lips. 

“Objection. That’s hearsay.” He teased back, leaning closer as he slid my favorite energy drink across the table with a single finger — the condensation leaving a small streak of liquid on the wood top. “Some of us went out for drinks, and I noticed you weren’t there. Ernesto said you were here studying.” 

“Yeah, yeah he came and asked if I wanted to go but —” I shrugged, motioned to all the school work displayed in front of me. 

“You work too hard. You should take a break and come back out with us.” 

He carefully takes the pen from my fingers, puts the cap back on and sets it aside. It was a subtle and simple thing he did but I felt my skin grow warm. 

“I wish I could, but — I just have a lot to study still, and the exam is —”

“ — a week away.” He interrupts me. “Which means you have time to take one tiny break out of your evening to have a little fun and destress.” 

“I don’t know, Jimmy.”

“Oh, come on, y/n. It’ll be good for you!” He inches so close I can almost taste his cologne and the head and shoulders 2-in1 shampoo. “Come on — for me?”

And with that, I knew. I knew he knew that I had a stupid schoolgirl crush on him and he was using it against me, and fuck — it was working. I tried to fight a smile, shaking my head as my cheeks flushed pink. 

“Fine — whatever,” I said, slamming my book shut. “but only because you seem so desperate.”

He stands up with the dumbest grin. “See? That’s my girl.” 

I stand up, fixing my skirt that had ridden up, my thigh exposed past my thigh-highs, maybe even a bit of my black panties. I wasn’t thinking much of it until I caught a glimpse of Jimmy eyeing me like a lion eyeing a gazelle. It was unexpected, unfamiliar. He had looked at me before in a more appreciative way. This time it seemed more lustful, more desperate even, and it caused my chest and legs to grow hot. I could feel wetness going in between my legs, and for a moment, I got embarrassed.

“I just, uh — I just have to put this stuff in my car, and then we can —” As I was talking, he moved closer, not helping my flustered state. I stopped in my tracks, looking up at him.

I was about to say something. I was about to walk past him and run out of the room but his hands slid around my waist and I nearly forgot how to breathe. His bottom lip was pressed by his teeth, his brows furrowing in what looked like deep thought. Though it wouldn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking about. 

“Jimmy —” I said, his name barely above a whisper. 

“Look — am I totally crazy for thinking that you — that you want me?”   He asked, head tilting just slightly as his eyes didn’t leave my own.    “If I’m making shit up in my head tell me now and I’ll walk away and we’ll pretend this never happened. But if I’m right —”

I was so thrown off guard. This whole time I thought he didn’t want me. This whole time I thought I was too young for him or that maybe I wasn’t his type. But here we stood with his grip around my waist firm and hungry and waiting for direction. 

“I —”   I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. He wanted me so bad in this moment he couldn’t even hide it. Without much thought, I got on my toes and pulled his neck down into my kiss. He let out a pleasantly surprised whimper, his grip moving down lower to cup my ass as he pulled me into his bulge. I could feel it stabbing me and twitching. I let out a soft and involuntary moan. 

“I wanna feel how wet you are.” He groaned into my ear, sliding his right hand under my skirt and rubbing his fingers on the outside of my soaked panties. He smiled, placing a rather fervent kiss on my neck and biting my skin gently. “Fuck — you’re so wet. You’re dripping.”

“Mhmm — you make me that way.” I practically moaned the words as he moved my panties off to the side and slid one of his fingers inside me, the wet sounds loud and affirming just how badly my body wanted him. 

“Come here.” He pulled his finger out of me, making me whine in protest as his hands wrapped around my waist to hoist me on the edge of the table. 

At this point, I was panting, aching, my pussy pulsing for him to touch me. He shoved his index and middle fingers in his mouth and lubricated them with his own spit before shoving them into my soaking pussy without so much as a warning. I gasped, smiling, laying back on the table as he positioned my legs over his shoulders. 

At first, he started off with a gentle, slow rhythm. In and out. With every push of his fingers, I could feel him pressing against my walls, making my back arch. “Faster.” I pleaded. And with that he was picking up the pace, ramming his fingers into me with force and speed. I couldn’t even handle it, my legs tried to shut as I began to feel overstimulated, but he pried them open and continued to finger-fuck me while I wiggled and writhed on the table beneath him. 

I let out a loud moan that was followed by his hand cupping around my mouth to stifle my pathetic little noises. I had forgotten where we were and that anyone could just walk in and see us this way. 

“You like that? Do my fingers feel good?” He was getting off on making me feel good, it was easy to tell. He was boosting his ego by making himself feel good by making me cum all over his fingers. 

“Mhhhmm” I mumbled under his hand as my eyes opened and looked up at him.

“God — you’re so beautiful.” He said, staring down at me. “Be a good girl and don’t get us in trouble, okay?” He laughed a breathless laugh as he lifted his hand from my mouth. “You’re getting wetter.” He said with a pleased smirk. 

“I’m so close, Jimmy, please —” and with my pitiful begging, he finger-fucked me harder, this time with three fingers while his other hand played with my clit. “I — I’ll make a mess.” I confessed, more like a warning. 

“Good.” He said, not slowing his pace or showing me mercy as my body tensed and my back arched.

“Fuck — fuck I’m coming —”  I squealed, wiggling around as I started to squirt just a little in between every push of his fingers — my wetness drenched his entire hand and forearm. He just kept going, too, making me moan and writhe around, all pathetic and out of control of my own body. It felt good, though, to not be in control for once. My mind wasn’t thinking about the bar exam, bills, or moving up in HHM. Truth be told, it was just thinking about Jimmy and the way he was making me feel. 

“Ah fuck — you’re so sexy.” He said, taking his drenched hand and slowly pulling it away from me, pressing it to his mouth and licking the tips of his fingers. “I knew you’d taste so good.” I grinned a little, out of breath and panting on the table. 

My eyes wandered to his disheveled hair and his cocky smile, then to his soaked hand that reached into his pants and pulled his erect cock out. He didn’t even need to hold it, it just stood there on its own — ready. 

I slowly sat up on my elbows, practically drooling over his cock, which was bigger than I had imagined. “I want you to fuck me with that.” I confessed, looking back up at his glazed-over eyes. 

He didn’t even say anything. He just grabbed me by the waist like he did before and flipped me over on the table with my ass and pussy exposed. I stuck my ass out just a little more, begging for his cock. But before he stuck it in me he kissed me down from the back of neck, down my spine, and then left a little bit on my ass cheek. Then without much warning he was shoving his hard cock into my still-soaking wet pussy. I gasped and groaned, tilting my head back at the feeling. 

“Ah — fuck.” he nearly whimpered, already breathing heavily as he started off with a slow and steady pace. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to the top back of my head while he said, “I want you to call me daddy.”  

I let out a soft whimper in understanding. “Please fuck me harder, daddy.” 

“Good girl,” he said, fucking me harder and shoving his cock deep into me, ramming into my walls and making me whimper with every thrust. His left hand came up to the back of my head and tangled in my hair as his right hand gripped my waist firm in place as he continued to fuck me.  

“Just like that, daddy, don’t stop.” I moaned, banging my hands on the table with nothing to hold onto. 

He gripped my hair harder, lifting my head up as he thrust into me even more fervently — nothing but the sound of our whimpers and moans and skin slapping together. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned, reaching his hand from my waist to my clit and rubbing it to the rhythm of his thrusting. It only made me moan and shake more. 

“I want you to cum inside me, daddy.” I confess, biting my lower lip. 

“Yeah? You want daddies cum to fill you up?”

“Please daddy — please cum for me.” I begged, barely able to get the words out. 

He picked up the pace to a new speed I didn't even know anyone was capable of reaching, moaning and groaning and sweating all over my bare ass until he made a pathetic whimper sound then the next thing I knew he was emptying his load into my raw pussy — filling me up with his warmth and sliding his cock almost out of me but not quite. I could feel his cock twitching as he continued to empty himself inside me. The feeling of his cum made me even more hot and flushed.

“Holy shit.” he huffed, slowly removing his now flaccid cock from me. I turned over my shoulder to look at him looking at my cum-filled pussy with an arrogant smirk across his face. He was fucking proud of himself. 

I was about to ask for a taste of his cum before we heard footsteps near the mail room. We frantically got ourselves dressed and I rushed to fix the desk and open my book back to make it look like I was still studying. Jimmy fell hard into his seat, hair all sweaty and slightly curled as he zipped up his pants. 

Two cleaning ladies came in with their cleaning cart, staring at us with confusion. “Hola, ladies.” Jimmy said, with a simple wave of his hand. “You can, uh, skip this room tonight.” 

They looked at each other, nodded, then walked out.

Jimmy turned to me with an amused expression, eyes moving down to the now cum-soaked chair I was sitting in and laughed a little. “Guess we should have let them clean.”

#jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill x y/n #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman x y/n #jimmy mcgill smut #saul goodman smut #bcs fanfic #( mine / jimmy mcgill. ) #( mine / saul goodman. )

[slamminslamminmcgill]

can i request nsfw saul goodman x gender neutral reader? I’m thinking the reader is his assistant or something like that. It can be a story or headcanons it’s up to you. Thanks! ❤️

gonna do hcs bc i wanted to make sure to get this done for u 😘

you could have the most impeccable resume in the world or you could have "pwease hire me 🥺" scribbled in crayon on a mcdonald's napkin. if saul thinks you're hot, you're hired.

yes, he's going to try to make moves. yes, they're going to be cringe.

in true slippin' jimmy fashion i see him having a lot of "accidents" on the job to try to get what he wants

"oh noooo im so sorry i spilled coffee all over your brand new shirt! clumsy me :(" *ogles your chest all day*

*bumps into you while he's carrying a comically large stack of papers* "aw man! help me pick these up, will ya? gotta make sure we get these in order." *"accidentally" brushes your ass while reaching behind you*

call him a pervert/dirty old man after he tries something. he's into it.

i can see this becoming a fun dynamic where you'd tease back >:3c wearing VERY risqué outfits to work and always making sure to have one extra button undone, swaying your hips a little extra as you walk. "oopsie i dropped my pen! lemme just stick my entire ass in your face bend over and pick it up 😏"

one day you come in wearing a particularly slutty outfit and sit on his desk to discuss a case. he'd be staring up at your exposed skin for long enough that eventually he'd get fed up with the formalities and shoot you straight.

"look, kid, let's cut the bullshit. are we doing this or not?"

"doing what, mr. goodman? i have nooo idea what you're talking about."

"come on, yes you do," he'd stand up from his desk and put his hands on your hips, "walking in here dressed like that, climbing on my desk and practically giving me a lap dance? that's what we call 'leading the witness', sweetheart."

and then y'all would fuck nasty in his office during breaks 😌

he loves doing it on/at his desk. his absolute favorite is when you're bent over the top of it and he's taking you from behind.

definitely an exhibitionist. his office is soundproof but i bet he'd love to flirt with the idea of getting caught. ESPECIALLY if you're being a brat.

"oh, you wanna act up right now? maybe i should just turn on the intercom and let the good people of albuquerque hear what a whore you really are."

he will ABSOLUTELY tease you under the desk in front of clients because he likes seeing you squirm.

he's either really lovey dovey with aftercare (cuddling, smooching your face, petting your hair, telling you how good you were) or he's immediately back in business mode.

you'd be slumped over drooling on his desk with his cum leaking out of you and he just taps you on the shoulder. "hey, space cadet, when you get back down from orbit, you think you can put your pants back on? we got a line of people waiting outside."

#(saul after tearing your hole apart) get back to work mr. squidward #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman smut #saul goodman imagine #saul goodman headcanons #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill smut #jimmy mcgill imagine #jimmy mcgill headcanons #brba #bcs #breaking bad #better call saul #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad smut #breaking bad imagine #breaking bad headcanons #better call saul x reader #better call saul smut #better call saul imagine #better call saul headcanons #paigerzz #ask

[kissingrhi]

what are your nsfw jimmy headcanons? (i really see him as a subby service top, eager to please, to do anything you want.) idk i just love ur headcanons id love to hear!!

oh yes. absolutely. do u see this man. i know what you are jimmy!

early jimmy (seasons 1-3) is on a completely different realm than late jimmy and saul (seasons 4-6).

by that i mean, early jimmy is the most fragile, shattered-shell of an individual, and that 100% seeps into the bedroom.

a crier. he's sensitive, what can he say? (his words)

sheepishly weeps when you tease him too much, whining when you only push him further for a fresh set of pretty tears.

stuttery, bated breaths escape his throat. "i- i don't understand why you're being so mean?" he asks, his voice cracking right on the highest octave he can reach.

he only groans and wails the more you push him. he definitely gets harder no matter what.

gets nervous every single time you two interact sexually!

a whore for semi-public acts.

if you two are in the car in a (mostly) empty parking lot, he'll almost cum in his pants the moment you press a mischievous hand against his tender thigh.

100000% a service top (you are so real anon!!)

will literally cry against your neck while he's inside of you, continuing even when he's came "God-knows how many times."

all because he "wants you to feel good"

such a sweetheart, huh?

NO!

a tease......big time.

he is still the infamous jimmy mcgill.

will pull faux innocence till it's near snapping like a band of outstretched elastic.

"i was literally just resting my hand. you're being over-fucking-dramatic." knowing damn well his hand under the dining table was far too close for comfort.

the moment 'fucking' drops from his mouth, he's mentally preparing himself for the steady hand against his throat, airing out his windpipes.

you can bet your sweet ass that even when he is fucked stupid, a sheer layer of sweat against his forehead, a deep maroon spreading all over his skin, he will still have a smart remark!

it's only when he's hissing and cursing through his teeth at the stimulation of his very sensitive head, or begging to breathe from between your thighs, that he actually keeps his (very beautiful) mouth shut.

LOVES bondage. like LOVES. BONDAGE.

adores when you've got pent up anger at work, so much that you call him and let him know he needs to have on of his colorful ties ready for you after work. makes him feel so special :>

cracks SO many corny ass jokes during the act.

loses his mind if you play with his nipples. if you even run a hand over his dress shirt after giving him a hug and his knees will literally buckle underneath him.

his praise kink.

as we know from the show, jimmy early-on was pretty insecure, and often seeking validation from chuck.

so if he ever needs an escape, away from any sort of attention, you refuse.

instead, you'll hold longer, more intense eye contact when you run your fingers along his sides. you'll make him look. praise him for "how well he handles you." how "good of a boy he is."

it makes him want to melt into the floor, but he loves every minute of it.

he swears a part of himself is healed when you praise him.

.....whimpers "thank you" over and over again every time he cums. if you want to make him blush, mock him after.

in conclusion, early jimmy is an insanely praise-deprived, emotionally needy sub

thank you for coming to my ted talk!

#better call saul x reader #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill smut #sub jimmy mcgill #better call saul #saul goodman

[danoberry]

★ object of your affection (hank devereaux x reader) SMUT 18+

description: after many “private” sessions with your professor, you finally get what you’ve been wanting.

content: SMUT 18+!!!, age gap (reader is in her 20s), use of the word “kiddo” a lot, kinda cum play, teasing, more stuff but it’s unimportant and it’s 12:30am

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 2.7k

afab genitalia

AN:

hi guys! i’m really back! new content, woo! when i fade out of my interests, there’s a gap of time where i really have no interests. after i stopped being OBSESSED with paul dano, i finished breaking bad and watched better call saul, which, of course, sparked a huge interest and an infatuation with bob odenkirk. with that being said, here is the new fic. i hope everyone, even my religiously devoted dano fans, enjoy!

The sound of your foot against the floor tip-tapped with the cadence of a song running through your mind. You stood at Professor Devereaux’s door, waiting for the one-on-one session that you had asked him for, for the fourth week in a row. After his outburst in class, you had noticed he had been more stressed than ever before. You wouldn’t have cared as much if you didn’t have such a good bond with him, but with your similar humor (and consistent effort) you both got along very well. It was never your intention to become so close to your much older professor, but lack of friends and need for validation led you to this friendship.

Professor Devereaux was an ethical man. So you thought, at least until the outburst. For what it was worth, you agreed with what he was preaching. The college he taught at, the one you went to, was mediocrity’s capital. There was nothing special about it. What he said was right. The idiotic kid who kept dragging on the situation knew nothing about the man you knew. Someone practical. Someone witty. Someone caring. So as you stood there tapping your feet, you thought about how off-topic this one-on-one session with your professor could get. Or on the contrary, how off-topic you could make it. 

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard a voice say as you looked up from your feet. 

“Hey, Professor,” you replied, getting out of the doorway and watching as Prof. Devereaux grabbed the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. 

“Listen, kid, I’m super sleep deprived. I’ll look at your paper to the best of my ability, but I can’t promise world class advice.” 

“That’s okay. I kinda just wanted to eat somewhere besides the cafeteria.” 

He replied sarcastically, “Go right ahead, I’ll sit and watch you.” 

He sat in his chair across from you as you grabbed the salad from your bag. You pulled up your paper on your laptop, beginning to eat. 

“Jeez, you're making me hungry now,” he said, laughing and looking at his computer. 

“Yeah, well, I’d offer you some but I don’t want any cross-contamination going on.” 

“I’ll live. I think I have a vanilla Coke in the fridge out there. Be right back,” he opened the door, “before I die of hunger!” 

You ate your salad as you waited for him to get back, aimlessly scrolling on Pinterest. When he did come back, he carried two cans of Coke in his hands, one for him, and one for you. 

“See, I’m not as selfish as everyone is saying,” he said. 

“Definitely not. Thanks, Professor.” 

He sat down and leaned against the desk. “You gonna show me your paper?”  

“Oh yeah, here.” You flipped the screen and showed him what you were working on, and he invited you to sit on the other side of the desk with him, pointing out details that you didn’t need or needed to add. You took a sip of your Coke and grabbed a mint from across the desk after you were done with the salad. Slowly, you unconsciously started to scoot closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies substantially. You looked up at his gaze upon your screen, studying his facial features. You studied his hair and his beard and its color. You watched his eyes flick from each side of the screen as he read. Right then and there, you reached a breaking point. God, you couldn’t bear looking at such a handsome face and not being able to mess with it. He was so successful and attractive and intelligent. You wanted him to ruin you. 

You leaned closer to him, pretending to read your paper again. Slowly, you began to rub his shoulder as he read. He didn’t tense up or ask for you to stop, responses you could have received. Instead, he kept as he was. 

“What’re you doing?” He asked absentmindedly.

“I don’t know. I’ll stop-“ 

“No, it’s fine. I was just wondering if you could get the other shoulder.” 

You paused for a moment. 

“Uh, yes sir.”

“Don’t feel obligated. You just do it very well.” 

You blushed hard. “Thank you,” you nearly whispered. 

“Thank you. Could you get the blinds too?” 

You nodded your head while you got up, letting your hand linger on his shoulder until you couldn’t touch him anymore. As you shut the blinds, your professor looked over at you, tracking your body with his eyes. When you walked back over to him, you massaged his shoulders as he finished his reading and revising. You leaned closer to his head and watched your screen that he had control over. 

“There you are,” he said, taking his hands off of your keyboard, lifting one to rub your fingers that were resting on his shoulder. “Sit down, let me talk to you for a moment.” 

You let go of his shoulders and sat down next to him. “You’re one of my most promising students,” he started. “You’re not like these… ignoramuses I deal with every day…”

“Thank you, professor,” you said, nervous from the intimacy of the conversation. He leaned back and smiled. 

“I think we can get rid of the formalities now, don’t you think…? You can call me Hank when we’re alone.” 

You nodded your head, still blushing and timid from the conversation. 

“You don’t have to act so shy,” he teased. “I know what you’re trying to do. To be frank, it’s working… if that gives you any validation. You want one-on-one ‘lessons’ with me after class almost every week, and all we do is sit and talk. I’ve caught on. Scooting close to me while I read your essays, which I know you write just so we can have these ‘lessons.’ I know you want to mess with me. You’ve got me right where you want me.” 

You sat there in awe, the numbness in your thighs dialing down as you got more comfortable with the fact that he knew you were attracted to him. Hank leaned closer to you, and instead of letting him take initiative, you leaned into him and met his lips between his beard. He tasted the mint flavor on your tongue. 

“What was that about ‘cross contamination?’ Wintergreen, huh? How’d you know that was my favorite?” 

“Lucky guess.”

You kissed him again and felt the softness of his beard against your skin. It was a new feeling, something you had never experienced. You had only been with men your age. You melted in the thought; you were able to kiss such an experienced man, one who even knew how to speak to you so sweetly. You swooned over Hank’s quiet groans, ones he made when he was out of breath. Inching closer to the man, touring your hand up his knee and onto his thigh, he whispered to you, “Right here,” having you straddle his lap over the seat. He told you ‘atta girl’ when you adjusted your hips on top of him. 

“Jesus Christ, kiddo. I don’t know how you expect me to last long if I’m getting this undone from just touching you.”

“Who knows, maybe I could teach an old dog new tricks today,” you laughed. Hank kissed your neck, tickling you and making you giggle even more. 

“Who are you calling old?” 

“More like… mature,” you said, still giggling from the ticklish neck kisses. 

“Mature, huh? I guess you wanna know how someone so mature can make you feel then?” 

“I think I’d like that very much.” 

Hank took hold of your pants’ button and unclasped it, afterwards unzipping your zipper. You stood up quickly to kick them off, displaying a perfect pair of lace panties you had worn every single time you had a “session” with him. Hank unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the floor, and he undid his button and zipper. 

“I bet you wore those underwear just for me, didn’t you? How dirty.” 

“But you like them, right?” You asked jokingly, turning around squeezing your ass in your hands. You straddled Hank again and kissed him. “Talk about dirty, you’re about to have sex with one of your students in your office.” 

“Trust me,” he said, “if I could take you home with me right now, I would.” 

“And what would you do with me if you did?” You asked him, grinding a bit harder against his crotch than you were before.

“A lot more than what we can do right now.” 

“Why don’t you give it your all, then?”

“Pshh, ‘give it my all.’ You’re really asking for it, huh?” 

“Hank, I’m on my knees.”

You kissed him again and rubbed against his crotch, making sure he could feel the wetness seeping through your panties. Hank hummed when he felt you graze his cock. You stood up and watched as he pulled down his underwear and unbuttoned his shirt. Seeing his cock lay so perfectly against his stomach made your legs weak, and you swore you could feel yourself salivating. You bent down over his cock and watched as pre-cum leaked in little beads from his tip. You kissed the tip of his length, giving it kitten licks. You could see the twitch of his cock just from teasing him.

“God- ah- fuck, kid. Get on top of me.” 

With zero hesitation, you climbed back onto his lap and moved your panties to the side, giving Hank kisses on his lips and grinding against his cock, waiting for a moment before taking him all. You stood up and positioned yourself over his cock, sitting back down with an exasperated shudder, moaning into his neck. Hank expelled a large breath against your skin, feeling your pussy wrap around him so perfectly. 

“Ah- wow, you feel good.” 

“Who, me?” You sarcastically remarked, panting. 

Hank squeezed your ass and moved it up and down on his cock. “Don’t get all smart-elicy on me now. We both know where you get it from.” 

He breathed between his teeth, almost audibly whining, when you deliberately clenched around his cock.

“If you mean myself, then you’d be correct.” 

Hank pounded into you harder than before, shocking you from the abrupt change in pace. You worried to whine as quietly as you could into his shoulder. “Smart brats make good dumb bunnies, kiddo.” 

“I- ah- oh, fuck!” You moaned as quietly as you could in his ear. 

“Hmph, yeah, see what I mean?” 

He groaned with hot breaths against your skin, making you clench harder around his cock again. You drooled against his shoulder and whined, nearly incomprehensible.

“Ah- hng- I- feels so- good!” 

“You- fuck- like that?”

“Mhm..!”

Through his groans, Hank teased you again, “Hmm, I think you could have it a little more rough.” 

You moaned into his neck, drooling as he pounded his cock into you, stretching your hole. Whatever response you could have given, you couldn’t. He stopped pounding into you for a moment and tucked your hair out of your pretty face to look at you, holding your hand and rubbing his calloused fingers over yours. 

“You wanna bend over for me, kiddo?” 

You mewled and kissed his lips, nodding, despite how tired and sore you were. You got off of his lap, feeling cold and empty from the lack of friction. Wetness seeped around your pussy and around your thighs as you spread your legs and bent down over his desk. 

“I’m teasing you, but you really are doing so well for me,” he said, bending over and kissing your cheek. “Don’t lay your head like that. Here, sweetheart.” He put his hand on the left side of your cheek, creating a barrier between your head and the hard desk. Hank massaged your ass with his other hand, before shoving his wet cock back into you, making you moan at the feeling. 

Hank tried keeping the noises at a minimum, yet still trying to pound into you and hit the spots that made you arch farther up his stomach. You could tell he was close to cumming, but God, you didn’t want it to end. With every thrust, you could feel him becoming more tense, groaning, letting out hot breaths. His thrusts were becoming sloppier and quicker. 

“Where- oh fuck- where do you want- ah- it?” 

“Cum in me, please! Please, please please!” 

 Hank grunted as quietly as he could, almost moaning, when you felt his cock twitch inside you. Cum spurted over your walls, making your pussy clench around him. You felt bad about not being able to cum as he pulled out of you, kissing your shoulder. 

“Hank,” you said quietly as you turned around and played with your clit.

“What’s up, kiddo?” He replied in his chair, out of breath.

“I couldn’t cum,” you practically mumbled. 

“Poor thing,” he said, sitting up and kissing your face. “I’ll fix it, don’t worry.”

You played with your clit softly when he sat back down in his chair, scooting towards your pussy and spreading your legs. You watched Hank as his head moved down to your crotch, and he collected the cum that was seeping out of your hole on his fingers and raised them to your mouth. You sucked them gently, before he brought his hand back down to your hole and began fucking you with his fingers and flicking his tongue over your clit. You whined out and tried squeezing your thighs, but to no avail, because he was already using his free hand to hold your legs down. You heard the wet noises that he made as he sucked on your puffy clit, making the knot in your stomach tighten. 

“Ah- oh, fuck! Ah, hngg, Hank!” You moaned as you tried to bite your lip. You could feel his smile curl against your pussy, and you held your orgasm for as long as you could, trying to relax your muscles. Only a few seconds after, however, did you let go, pulsating and cumming all around his calloused fingers. Hank licked the mixture of his cum and yours from your hole, kissing you. 

You, sweaty and nearly incoherent from being fucked dumb, mustered up a, “You’re kissing me with cum in your mouth, but I’m the dirty one.” 

Hank laughed at your ability to joke, even though you were so tired and cum-drunk. “You got me there,” he said, kissing you again. You sat there, batting your eyes as you looked up and his foggy glasses. 

“Thank you,” you said, quietly. 

“Of course, kiddo. Thank you. You’re the best I’ve had in years.” 

You smiled. “Really?” 

“Well maybe not the best behaved, but…”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. Hank grabbed a few tissues from his closet, along with a blanket that he gave you once you hopped down from his desk. He wiped your legs off and around the base of his cock, getting himself ready for his class. 

“Don’t come to class today. Take a nap, I know you need it,” he said, putting his chair back. He kissed you when you sat down, and put his pants on after buttoning his shirt.

“I gotta get to my lecture and get this mess off in the restroom. Lock the door behind me, I’ll tell you when I’m back.” 

“Okay,” you said.

“You’re a good girl, you know that?” 

“I guess I do now,” you said, with a smirk on your face. Hank shook his head with a smile and kissed you again, before straightening himself out and walking out the door, shutting it behind him. He opened it back up and peeked in for just a second. 

“Same time next week?” He whispered. 

“Sooner.”

“You got it.” 

#lucky hank #bob odenkirk #bob odenkirk fic #lucky hank fic #better call saul #danoberry #better call saul fic #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill fic #saul goodman #saul goodmanfic #saul goodman smut #jimmy mcgill smut #jimmy mcgill x reader #saul goodman x reader #hank devereaux smut #hank devereaux x reader #better call saul smut #bob odenkirk x reader

[ricewithbunnies]

Saul Goodman Pet Play Headcanons

I have no where else to post all the deranged and deplorable ideas that come to my head </3

Probably a part 1 to a series if i think this is good enough :3

This accidentally devolved into a pet play post woopsies (it was meant to be just regular hcs)

Content: Transmasc Reader, Masculine Terms for reader, Dom!Saul, Hes either bi or pan I haven't decided yet :3

CW: Pet play

You guys met from either being friends with Jesse Pinkman, a client, or working with him

First time he saw you he looked you up and down, confused with himself. "Why am i attracted to a man??" type thoughts in his head (poor babygirl)

Upon finding out you're trans, he tries to justify his attractions "W-well its not REALLY gay!!" (it is)

(Also after a while of you two being close he'd probably get PISSED if anyone misgendered you)

Cutting the fluff crap tho he would be an absolute simp for you.

Service Dom whenever hes not feeling rough 🫣

"That feels good, huh? You like that sweetheart? Mmh.. tell me what makes you feel good handsome."

Thigh. Fucking. He'd have you sit in his lap with your pants off during a 15 minute break, pushing his cock inbetween your warm thighs and holding onto you for dear life.

He would buck his hips up into you as he makes out with you and whimpers and when he cums on your thighs he'd clean it up for you ❤️

"Fuck.. f-fuck.. that feels so good darling" as he thighfucks you.

He absent-mindedly says "Good boy" to you one day and you fold.

After that he'd fuck you filthy while saying it

"Good boy.. thats my good boy.. taking it all like a champ.. you like being my good boy, huh?"

Will. Not. Shut. Up.

Constantly in your ear during sex, whispering, moaning, anything to feel your hole tighten around him.

After a while of your intimate relationship, he'd open up about some absolutely filthy kinks.

You'd be unsure at first, but after tje first session, you'd be at his feet begging for more, and he'd eat that shit UPP.

"Yeah? You liked that fucking from Master, huh? You wanna be my good boytoy?"

After that he would get you to quit your job and be a house husband full time, spoiling you with goodies and also in bed.

He'd BEG like a bitch to put a leash on you, giving you the worst case of puppydog eyes.

"Pretty pleaseee 🥺🥺🥺"

He'd make you learn hand commands such as rolling over, taking off clothes, bending over, etcetera.

He'd DEFINITELY put a large pet bed for you under his desk at home.

If he's at home working and having an especially frustrating task to do, afterwards he'd make you take his dick down his throat.

"Ahh.. good boy.. you really know how to make Master feel better huh, pet?"

Would probably get some bougie diamond encrusted pet bowl for you LOL

If you were good for him he'd get you stupidly expensive gifts, just because he can and he enjoys spoiling you.

Possessive as fuck. You two are out and you are talking to someone a little too long? Hoo boy you'll spend the rest of the night tied to his bed with him pounding you into the next day.

"Mine.. all mine.. my pup.. my sweet pet.. you belong to me.. right? Say it. Say you're mine.."

His aftercare would be so sweet though, running a warm, scented bath for you and washing you.

Thank you for reading!

This is my first proper post on here, so i appreciate anyone who read it and even more if you enjoyed. I'm just now getting back into writing fanfic from when i was younger so i appreciate any constructive criticism or advice :3

#better call saul #better call saul x reader #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #ftm reader #saul goodman smut #better call Saul smut #jimmy mcgill smut #better call saul headcanons #saul goodman headcanons #jimmy mcgill headcanons #breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad smut #brba #brba headcanons #breaking bad headcanons

[unhingedthirst]

Jimmy McGill brain rot…

Just thinking about reader and mail room Jimmy, how cigarette breaks would turn into coffees which turned into drinks which turned into him eating you out on poor soul’s mail that was now soiled . How he watches you move up while he’s doomed by narrative, how his pinning is sweet and even puppy like at times. Blurred boundaries and wandering hands and absolutely sleazy charm. Jimmy is the kind of person who knows he’s lucky to be with you, breathing down your neck as he fucks you; griping your hips in his big hands as he ruts his hips into you. It’s like he’s trying to be as physically close to you as possibly, deep small thrusts instead of a harsh pounding.

Idk just a lil brain rot…

#jimmy mcgill #better call Saul #better call saul smut #Jimmy McGill smut #elle speaks #saul goodman x reader #Jimmy McGill x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad smut

[asgardianangel]

can we get a oneshot where you have a one-night stand with Sleazy Saul and accidentally end up pregnant and tell him, only for him to be over the moon and wanting you to be his stay at home trophy wife, all according to his plan of “accidentally” knocking you up

I’m on my period and thirsty for Sleazy Saul 😭

A beautiful thing (Saul Goodman X Fem!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ Smut, Saul being sleazy, age gap, naive reader, rough sex, breeding kink, forced pregnancy

It was a rainy night in Alburquerque, and the bell of the pharmacy door jingled. Tireless you stepped inside and searched aisle after aisle finally you came across what you were looking for...pregnancy tests. 

Signs were small at first nausea and feeling fatigue but then you missed your period. You just had to make sure. Picking up multiple tests even different brands you walked up to the counter. 

Back at your apartment you found yourself in the bathroom waiting for the results. It felt like an hour had past and you felt more anxious by the second. Then the result became clear. 

Positive. 

You decided to take another and then another test. All came back with the same result. You were pregnant. Having a baby was something you expected in life but not now, you weren’t financially stable enough to raise a child. Barely getting by with the bills. 

But then you realised something else. Who you had slept with to get yourself in this situation.  

Saul Goodman. The big-time criminal lawyer. 

- 

You thoughted back to that night as you worked your desk job in court filing paperwork for upcoming trials and whatnot. There you met him. Saul was famously known to be ‘sleazy’ but that didn’t stop you from blushing at each comment he made towards you. 

 The older man you secretly loved getting the attention from. He was so desperate to get you out the professional secretary space. 

‘C’mon doll let’s go out for dinner I know the perfect place’ 

Giving you gifts of flowers and small adorable stuffed animals to place on your desk. You found the gestures to be sweet. 

‘Please just one little drink together’ he begged leaning over your desk like a schoolgirl with a crush. Never has a man been so desperate. 

Until one late afternoon you gave in, and his blue eyes beamed like a puppy dog. He invited you out to a quiet dim lit bar with the promise of buying you ‘as many drinks as possible’ Saul was a charmer who showed interest in every detail about your life with his eyes occasional wondering your body. 

He made sure to compliment you throughout the night and it progressed into more lustful pace. Saul bit his lip as you reacted with a blush and a little look away. 

‘What? Has no one ever told you how absolutely beautiful your body is?’ he questioned causing you to laugh.  

‘You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever met, and God damn that ass kills me every time I see it’ you listened to him going on and on about your ass all night.  

The thought of having a little fling with the one and only Saul Goodman excited you. Yet the idea was little off putting at first considering if your co-workers found out you would probably be slut shamed for going with the sleaziest lawyer around.  

But at the end of the night, you didn’t care. You needed to let loose every once and while. 

Pulling Saul by his green patterned tie as you lead him inside your cosy little apartment was how it started. Hands roaming around your body you stared at him with utter desire unbuttoning his shirt slowly. 

Saul whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he left vibrant love bites on your neck. His touches were soft as if he was taking his time kissing everywhere on your body as he stripped you bare.  

Only when you finally made it to your bedroom his desperate and eager manner ramped up again. He pushed you to your bed causing you to gasp in surprise as he climbed up on top of you. His cock was so hard already as he kissed and licked your tits. ‘Can’t believe I can finally see what these babies looked like’ he groaned playing with them. 

The mixture of the alcohol and pure passion caused you to beg him like a slut. Moaning his name over and over as he now played between your legs. Making sure you were ready for him. Delving his long fingers inside you as his tongue followed along. Legs quivered he was so close to making you cum but suddenly stopped when you almost reached that sweet climax. 

 You whined and he chuckled pecking kisses on your thighs. ‘P-please Saul I need t-’ you tried to say but was cut off by a harsh slap to your behind. 

‘You made me wait so long baby I wanted you the day that I saw you’ the older man muttered in your ear with slight annoyance. You gave him a kiss of forgiveness to which he grabs your chin by force and makes you take his tongue  

‘So, you are gonna cum when I say so sweet face’ he told you kissing you some more. His hand moved up and down on his thick cock as you watched in a trance. Fuck... you wanted him inside you so bad. 

‘Ass up sweetheart’ he ordered as if your pray was answered. You sighed as you throbbed at just the tone of his command turning onto your tummy and lifting yourself up in presentation. Saul hummed at the act smoothing his hand along your ass. 

‘I-I almost forgot to ask do you have any protection?’ you questioned quietly. You were on the pill but liked to be extra safe.  

‘No’ he simply responded wrapping his arm around your waist prepping kisses on your back. ‘Well, I guess you could p-’ he stopped you there with an annoyed hush sound. 

‘Oh, sweetheart I can cum in you if I want’ he whispered in a chuckle. ‘Aren’t you not on the pill?’ he then asked.  

‘Yes-ah!’ he cut you off again this time slamming into you causing you to gasp and moan. Saul’s arm wrapped tighter around you as he slammed into you again with a groan. 

‘Oh, doll you belong to me uh’ he tells you with another groan into your ear. His thick cock dived so deep inside you that you could only whimper at his words. Saul picked up a fast pace, but his thrusts were deep into you as he kept you in your place. 

Your small bed was jolting hard against the wall with his eager movements. As words of possessiveness and moans bounced off the walls.  

You cried out his name as his strong arm kept you falling onto the roughed-up sheets with your face. You had never had such a good fuck before you were kind of worried you become addicted to him. 

His thick cock stretched you so well kissing those sweet spots as Saul occasionally whimpered. 

You could hear him groan quietly something to himself but couldn’t exactly work out what it was. 

 His cock was throbbing hard within you ‘such a good girl hm’ Saul then chanted over and over as you felt the both of you becoming close to that climax. 

‘Beg me to cum inside you doll let’s make something beautiful’ he ordered but you didn’t quite think about what he meant by that. All that matter is that orgasm you have long waited for. 

‘Please c-cum in me please ah!’ you cried as his long fingers rubbed on your poor clit along with his harsh thrusts. 

‘that’s its baby cum with me c’mon y-you can do it’ he encouraged with a deep groan. He didn’t need to tell you twice as your entire body shook and you squeezed his cock so intensely. His thick load shot inside you coating your insides as you sighed in relief. 

He stayed inside you holding your body close to his resting his head on your back. You thought he would get off you and the night would end...but no 

Saul was insatiable he had you again and again in many positions like the man was possessed. 

And you now ended up pregnant. 

Sighing you held your head not sure what to do you were going have to confront him and figure out what you were going to do. Yes, you wanted a precious little baby, but you imagined having one in a stable healthy relationship not by a one-night stand with a big-time criminal lawyer. You couldn’t imagine him stepping up to become a father.  

There it was his office you parked in front of it deep in thought. How was he going to react? Would he send you straight to the unplanned clinic? Saul was a reasonable man you were sure at least he would do is have an in-depth discussion about it. 

Stepping inside the building you instantly noticed how busy it was. You should have called beforehand. Maybe you were too nervous to do so. A dark-haired woman looked up from her paperwork to see you awkwardly standing there. “Can I help you?” she asked. 

“I’m here to see M-Mr Goodman” you stuttered slightly. Nerves started to play. 

The woman huffed “Well your gonna be here for a while” Gesturing to all the clients with her pen. 

Nodding “It’s fine I’ll wait” you mumbled leaning against the wall.  

It felt as if hours as passed by when you finally heard his voice. 

“Who’s next for some excellent legal advice?” He asked his blue eyes scanning the waiting room. Then they fell upon you. 

“Ah Y/N look time no see” he beamed, and you smiled at him. God this is going to be one hell of a talk. Saul gestured you into his office and shut the door.  

Silence followed for a moment until he clapped his hand “So?” he started pulling out a chair “what can I do for you?” he questioned softly as you took a seat. 

You took a deep breath and started talking “well just to be clear I’m here on personally matters” you state quietly.  

Saul hums in a chuckle “Oh back for round two huh?” A part of you wishes heavily for that was the case. This man is always so horny. 

“There’s no simple way to put it-” Saul cuts your words. “Sweetheart you can tell me anything” he assures you getting up from his chair and walking behind you. 

You sigh softly as he begins to massage your shoulders in comfort. “c’mon tell me” He encourages. 

“I’m pregnant”  

Those two words left your mouth and Saul’s eyes grew wide. You weren’t exactly sure how what to make of it “Really?” he asked in a weirdly excited tone. 

You nod your head in confirmation, and he made a desperate move to give you a long kiss to the lips. The older man steps back and you gave him a confused look. 

“You are not unhappy or shocked at the news?” You questioned lightly and he just chuckles. 

“Quite the opposite extremely happy and surprised” he tells you with another kiss.  

“Stand up” Saul grabs your hand helping you up to your feet. He then places both hands to your body almost like he’s checking you out for approval. 

“Oh, baby you are gonna look even more stunning” he muses his hands feeling your body and then rests upon your tummy. Like you were already showing. 

“Gonna be such a beautiful mama” Saul’s hand reaches under your shirt on your bare skin. “I’m just imagining it now you all big and swollen with such a precious thing we created” Saul was over the moon. 

You just stood there confused of his reaction as he whispered to himself. 

“Can’t believe I’m going to be a papa” 

“I wonder what we are going to name you” 

“You are going to have an amazing life kid with a mama and papa who love you” 

All the words and phrases you never actually believed you would hear from a man like him.  

“Stay with me doll I will take care of the both of you” Saul promised softly. You didn’t know how to respond to that.  

A wild one-night stand (and probably the best sex you ever had) and all the sudden the famous criminal lawyer wants to be a family man. 

“I know how it is but trust me all I’ve ever wanted the most was a family.” he tells you. Stepping back, you give yourself some space. 

Saul reaches for his phone income button “Cancel and reschedule my appointments for the next hour Francisca” he excitedly ordered. 

Saul stares over at you with a grin and the look in his deep blue eyes you recognised from that night. Walking over to you again he strokes your hair “I think my future wife and I are in some desperate need of alone time” his voice deepens seductively.  

He didn’t give you a chance to speak as his head was suddenly between your trembling thighs again. 

From then on Saul made in clear how your life was going to head. Plans of marriage parenthood and ultimately being his beloved housewife. You expressed concern how fast it was all going but he never took ‘no’ for an answer. 

The sex was still amazing as ever, but it never distracted you on how much he controlled your life. The man was insatiable as ever having you in every position possible. Saul was never tired from working in fact he was desperate to see you in his bed. His perfect and pretty little housewife carrying his child.  

“Everything has to be right sweet face” he would tell you. 

But you would never find out the truth.  

A pharmacist named Daniel Wormald (aka peach cobbler) repaid Saul for his legal advice by completing a rather important request for him. 

Switching your birth control with placebos...  

#better call saul fanfic #saul goodman x reader #smut #jimmy mcgill x reader

[mrvlbimbo]

His secretary but in a porno way 

Saul Goodman x reader

20ish year age gap, spit kink kinda, creampie, he fucks his secretary (not in the office sadly), idiots in lust, major sexual tension, I can't tell if this is out of character for him or very very in character, Saul talks a big game but he's kinda subby when push comes to shove. Also im warning y'all this probably isn't very sexy bc they're just very goofy the whole time. BUT it is very cute! there's a mention of viagra but I'm not a doctor so I probably got it wrong, ignore me hehe

4.1k words btw

Frankly, she was getting a bit tired of being ignored.

Sure, when she got hired by a sleazy seeming lawyer almost twice her age she was actually a little concerned about the idea of him checking her out.

But there was something about him that made her want him to look at her like that, maybe it was because he absolutely refused to.

About a month in, she switched to pencil skirts that were a good three inches shorter and as far as she could tell, he never noticed. She had to strut into his office one day in a skirt that barely covered her ass before she could even get him to say anything about it.

"Look. I don't want to tell you how to live your life, female empowerment and all that, yeah. But this isn't a great part of town and if you're going to wear stuff like that, I just worry ya know?" he shook his head, genuine concern lining his tired face.

"Right, sorry Mr. Goodman." She ducked her head in shame, embarrassed that her unprofessionalism hadn't made him madly lust after her; it had just made him call her out for being unprofessional.

"You know what? Wear what you want, just- Would you let me drive you home?" her heart started beating out of her chest at the suggestion. It was the only indication he had ever given that he cared for her more than just as the person who got him coffee in the morning.

After that she went back to more sensible skirts, still a bit shorter than was professional but nothing to write home about. When paired with tight low-cut sweaters, stiletto heels, and thin mesh tights held up by a garter just above the hem of her skirt, she felt like a sexy secretary from a cheesy low budget porno. In the best way of course.

She knew she wasn't ugly, that couldn't be the problem. He never wore a wedding ring either, not that that would have stopped her.

Maybe he was just a good guy? A guy who didn't have any fantasies about banging his hot young secretary on top of the desk in his office. Although, she highly doubted that.

But she still had no proof that he wanted her. Until one glorious night when she was locking things up and she decided to power down his computer for him, only to be met with the home screen of a porn website.

She couldn't hold herself back from looking at his watch history and she was surprised in the very best way to find titles such as,

"businessman getting a blowie under his desk during a meeting" "lawyer fucks his hot young secretary" "older man younger woman" "office sex" 

She really should have turned off his computer then and there, but instead she watched a few of the videos.

There was one that appeared in his searches multiple times, so she figured that would be a good place to start. And she was right to pick that one.

The female actress bore a striking resemblance to her, like if she wasn't wearing her glasses she could totally mistake it as one of her (frequent) sex dreams about getting down and dirty with her boss.

She tried to stay calm, she really did, but now that her suspicion was confirmed he was even more on her mind. And she really started to notice the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

Glancing up from his papers when she yelped "whoops, dropped a pen!" and watching her bend over just enough so he could see her lace panties and the bit at the top of her thighs where her hosiery ended.

And she just narrowly missed the way he slid a hand into his pants to relieve himself.

But she had gotten more bold, leaning over his desk to show off her chest anytime he asked her a question. Brushing her hand on his shoulder and arm when he walked by her and always standing close enough for him to smell her perfume.

She also started accepting more rides home, making it an almost nightly thing.

At first he parked on the street and let her walk up to her apartment by herself. But this wasn't good enough for her.

So maybe she hired one of the kids next door to give her trouble one night and make it seem like she was in more danger than she was, not that it could be proven. But it worked like a charm because after that he always walked her to the door.

It seemed like every time he dropped her off they stood at her doorstep for just a bit longer, if only she could get him to come into her apartment.

There wasn't a lot of rain in Albuquerque so when it started pouring one night just before she was about to leave work, she knew it had to be fate.

"Mr. Goodman, can I get a ride home please? It's raining pretty hard out there." She may have imagined it but something in his face changed when she said his name.

"Of course, dear. Just give me a minute to grab my things," he replied simply.

Dear, that was new. He rarely ever called her anything other than her name. Sometimes he called her Miss and it felt delightfully old fashioned.

Their car rides were always quiet but this time it was silent, having to pay close attention to the road due to the rainfall coming down hard.

Despite the rain, he still walked her to the door, his gray suit jacket darkened by the rainwater by the time they arrived.

"Can you drive in this?" she asked tentatively. 

"We'll see," he sighed, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. He gave her an awkward pat, both of them cringing at the exchange.

"Wait- Uh, why don't you stay. Just till the rain clears up, please." The lie formed quickly, her thoughts grasping for an excuse to make him stay.

“I uh- I don’t want to impose.” As the words come out of this mouth, the weather worsens, hail coming down along with the rain and making it seriously dangerous conditions.

"No really. I mean like who's gonna pay my bills if my boss dies in a rainstorm?" she giggles a bit awkwardly, giving him a pleading look to just agree so she doesn't have to keep going with her unconvincing charade.

"You make a good point. Plus I can't leave my lovely assistant to brave the storm on her own, now can I?" His words were in agreement but he still seemed hesitant, eyes glancing back and forth from her to his car parked in the street.

"I mean you can, but you really shouldn't." She tried her best to make her voice breathy and seductive, twirling his paisley tie around her fist and tugging it slightly.

"Oh and why is that?" his eyes widened as he looked down and met hers, pupils blown wide although he assumed it was just from the dim light outside.

"Because I want you here," she cooed, pulling him into the apartment behind her and slamming the door.

In the dirty part of her brain this scenario went down a very specific way, she pushed him against the closed door and they had their way with each other. Sometimes it was slow and sensual, sometimes it was fast and hard but she had fantasized about it many times.

But then there was reality, in which she led Saul into her apartment and they sat on the couch in awkward silence.

"So uh... can I get you anything, Mr. Goodman?" she asked, while reaching her hand over to suggestively run up his thigh and batting her lashes at him.

"Just Saul is fine. And I'll have a gin and tonic." She could see the way his body tensed at the contact and she wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing.

"I guess you could say I better call you Saul." She giggled at the corny joke, hopping off the couch to mix him a drink.

"That's clever, I should get you to help me with commercials." She smiled to herself while mixing the drink as she thought of the idea.

"Well, as long as I get to spend more time with you." She stood behind him, passing the glass over his shoulder and then perching her hands there, gently massaging the sore muscles. "Mr. G- Saul, I mean...whoops."

He laughed lightly, putting a hand over hers on his shoulder. "It's ok."

"So..." she started

"So?" he prompted when her words stalled, anxious to hear whatever she had to say.

"Long day?" she asked as if it wasn't obvious by the tension in his shoulders.

"They're all long days," he grumbled, leaning into her touch, much to her approval. 

"That's no good. You're always so stressed. Taking care of everyone else, but who's gonna take care of you?" There was no way other than suggestively to interpret her words. The tension of them hung in the air until he responded.

"Isn't that your job?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual. The gravely tone made her want to giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush on her professor and the irony of it was not lost on her.

"Oh please. You barely concede to letting me get your coffee in the morning. Sometimes I feel like you're the secretary and I run a very successful phone answering company." She sighed and rounded the couch to sit down next to him.

"You really are clever," he mused, leaning his chin on his palm and staring at her with a small smile. Then he snuck his hand over onto her thigh much to her surprise, but not an unwelcome one. 

"You're the clever one, sir." Her hand traced over the back of his, putting gentle pressure on his fingers and urging him to squeeze the soft flesh of her thigh. 

And he did squeeze, just a little bit. But it was enough to make a shiver run down her spine. "Don't call me sir, it makes me feel old." His voice was a low growl now, eyes staring her down like predator to prey. 

“Men are like wine, they get better with age.” Her voice was heavy with lust, their faces so close together now that her warm breath was brushing his cheek. Her fingers crawled up the arm of his suit jacket, dark manicured nails clutching tightly to the fabric to pull him dangerously close. 

"Still raining like hell out there, huh?" He pulled back, leaning back on the couch and looking forward to the dark tv instead of at her. It was a clear effort to cool down the tension of their situation. 

"Yep, looks like you're stuck with me for the night. I'll grab you something to wear to bed." She rushed out of the room, mentally kicking herself both for coming on too strong and for not fully committing.

She needed this night to go the right way so she could fuck him and get it out of her system. But it was so easy just to talk to him, that wouldn't do.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood of her bedroom floor as she paced around thinking of a solution. Simple flirting wasn’t going to work with him, maybe it was his moral code or maybe he hadn’t gotten laid in a while but it was like trying to get into the pope’s pants. 

After grabbing a pair of sweatpants for him, she frantically dug through her underwear drawer, coming up with a forest green nightgown after tossing the contents of the drawer onto the floor of her room. 

When she arrived back in the living room with the pair of sweatpants for him to wear, he had already stripped down to his boxers. Embarrassingly, she squealed, slapping a hand over her eyes and tossing the sweatpants in his direction. 

“Ooh lookit that, you’re so tiny without heels on.” His eyes raked over her body, quickly coming up with an excuse for the transgression. Although it fell flat when contrasted with the hungry look he couldn’t seem to hide. 

“Shuddup, you ass,” she giggled, grabbing a pillow and smacking him with it, somehow using the momentum to “fall” into his lap. 

Her knees were on either side of his legs so she was straddling him and her hands clutched at his shoulders to steady herself. “Is that any way to talk to your boss?” He teased, reaching out and twirling a strand of her hair around his finger before tucking it back behind her ear. 

“No, sir. I guess I’ll have to find some way to make it up to you, huh?” She leaned in, lips just barely brushing his as she whispered sensually. The intention in her words was clear. 

“Jesus christ. Is this really happening?” he shakes his head as her sharp fingernails scratch down his bare chest, breath hitching when her hips jerk against his. 

“I don't know what you mean.” She blinked at him innocently, hands resting on his waistband just above the obvious bulge showing through the gray sweatpants. 

“I mean the fact we’re living the plot of a low budget porno. Frankly, I’m just bummed we can’t drive to the office and make it more immersive.” His hands slid under the green lace and mesh of her nightgown, groping at her hips and leaving an indent from the ring on his pinky finger. 

“Would you want that? You wish we were in the office right now? Wish you had me pinned against one of those stupid fucking pillars? Or maybe sitting pretty on your desk?” Her glossy lips glided over his neck, leaving pink marks on the slightly tanned skin. 

“Hey! The pillars arent stupid. They’re dig-” Before he could finish, she was smashing her lips against his, her tongue slipping into his mouth skillfully and halting any words he might have been trying to say. “-nified. The pillars are dignified,” he panted out, slurring his words slightly despite only having one drink. 

“Aw, they’re really not. But it's cute that you think that.” Her hands cup his face in a surprisingly gentle way, her soft hands brushing his jaw and cheeks as she seemingly studies his face. 

“Cute? Seriously?” he scoffed, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. 

“Yes. You’re cute. You make this little face when you’re thinking where you scrunch your lips into a line, it's very cute.” The brushes her thumb over his lip, just barely sliding her finger past the seal of his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around her finger, sucking enthusiastically and swirling his tongue around the pad of her finger. 

He practically fucking whimpers when she pulls her finger away and sucks it into her own mouth, humming at the taste of him. 

“Is that why I'm here? Because you think I'm… cute?” He gasped when her lips went back to his neck, sucking and biting his sensitive skin. 

“You’re here because I want to fuck you ‘til the sun rises, but I suppose that’s part of it too.” Her hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, pleasantly surprised that he had slipped out of his boxers when she wasn’t looking.

“O-oh. That might just kill me,” he groaned, hips jerking up into her hand. 

“Oh what a terrible way to go,” she giggled, moving off his lap and sinking down to her knees between his legs. 

The sight of her on her knees for him, tongue lapping at the precum on the tip of his cock, was absolutely sinful. The most he could do to stop from blowing his load right then was grab a fistfull of her hair and hold her still. “Woah woah, ok one sec. I'm going to cum if you do that.” 

“On my face or in my mouth?” she asked, a mischievous smirk pulling up the corners of her lips. He gulped when she ran her tongue over the length of him. Her movements were careful and teasing, heeding his warning and slowing her roll to give them more time. 

“I’ll fuck-” she seals her lips around his cock, taking him down her throat until her nose is pressed flush to his stomach. “I’ll let you know.” 

She looks up at him with desperate eyes, trying to communicate just through the fluttering of her eyelashes that she was trying to say, fuck my throat. 

He got the message loud and clear, tangling his hand in the back of her hair and somehow forcing himself further down her throat if that was even possible. 

Drool started to pool at the corners of her lips, salty tears spilling from her eyes and dripping down onto his cock. “Jeez you are fucking incredible,” he whimpered, hands now brushing her hair back gently and keeping it out of her face. 

Just as he was about to cum she pulled away, her saliva mixed with his precum dribbling down her chin. “As much as I love having your cock in my mouth, I need you to fuck me.” 

She stood shakily, tumbling forward into his arms and back to her place on his lap. She pressed her mouth to his messily, giving him a taste of his own cum on her tongue. 

“You dirty little slut,” he murmured against her lips, his hands reaching down to squeeze her ass as she licked into his mouth. 

“Creepy old perv,” she countered with a wink, reaching her hand down to clutch his weepy cock, dragging the head of it against her warm entrance. 

His head fell back against the couch, hands grabbing her waist so hard it was probably going to leave bruises. She’d need to think of a good excuse to wear something that exposes them. 

“Touche. Do you have a condom?” He turned to reach for the cabinets next to the couch but she stopped him, grabbing his wrists and bringing his hands back to cup her tits. To which he reacted with wide eyes and a labored breath. 

“I have a latex allergy,” she lied quickly, head fuzzy with the idea of him inside of her. 

“No you don't. You’re allergic to peanuts and bees.” He scrunches his eyebrows at the random lie, taking a second to flaunt his random knowledge of her. 

“Fuck me raw?” she offered with a bubbly grin on her cheeks that he couldn't seem to say no to. 

If his eyes were wide before, they were practically popping out of his skull now. Concequences be damned, he was going to fuck his secretary raw and fill her with his cum if it was the last thing he did. “Well if you insist. But my doing it on the couch days are behind me, mind if we take this to the bedroom?” 

With minimal warning he stood. “Saul, oh my god!” she yelped, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep her steady in his arms. 

“I gotcha,” he grunted, strong wiry arms wrapping around her back and holding her to his chest as he made the trip from her living room to the bedroom. 

He tossed her onto the bed and she giggled as he frantically shoved his pants off and crawled onto the bed to hover over her. “I think I just threw my back out,” he groaned as he kissed down her neck and groped at her chest and thighs, bunching up her nightgown to run his fingers through the slickness between her legs. 

“I’ll give you a massage later, sugar,” she cooed, fingers tangling in the short hair at the  back of his neck, nails slightly digging in in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. 

“Pet names already?” he teased, tucking his finger under the straps of her dress one by one and easing her out of the garment, kissing every new stretch of exposed skin. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.” with her legs around his waist, she flips their positions so she’s on top, hands on his chest to steady herself as she looks down at him with hunger. 

“Yes ma'am.” His voice was practically a whimper, a new side of him that she was quite enjoying. Who knew the bigshot-always-in-charge Saul Goodman liked to let go a bit in bed? 

His breath caught in his chest when she slid his cock into her with relatively little difficulty, despite its size “Feels alright?” 

“Fuck yeah. ‘S really big,” she moaned, moving her hips as much as was possible while still recovering from the large intrusion stretching her. 

“If I knew—if I—” He tried to say something but his head was swimming with the feeling of her warm heat squeezing the life out of him. 

“So that's how to get you to shut up?” she teased, nails scratching his chest as she started to bounce on his cock and take his breath along with any coherent thought that might’ve still been floating around in his head. 

“Faster, c’mon,” he groaned, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips and urging her to increase her momentum. 

“You don't get to m-make demands,” she growled, her hand curling his neck and squeezing just enough to make him whine. “I’ve been wanting you for months, let me take my fucking time.” 

“Touch yourself for me, baby. I know you want to.” He takes control of the thrusting. With his bruising grip on her hips, sliding her up and down his cock and brushing that spot deeeep inside of her that made her see stars. Meanwhile her skillful fingers snaked down between them to play with her clit. 

And this is when he gets really into it, curses spilling off his lips along the lines of “Fuckin’ perfect little slut.” “Shoulda done this ages ago.” “This pussy is mine, ya hear?” “All fuckin’ mine.” 

“Yeah, you love this pussy?” she whined, her hands shaking now as they both lost control. 

“You know I do.” The filthy sound of skin slapping together was almost overpowering his choked out words, the slight twinge in his back not nearly enough to ever make him think of stopping. 

“Cum in it,” she demands, tightening around him and practically sucking him in farther if that was even possible. 

He obliged her demand of course, because who is he to deny the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen while she’s cumming on his cock. 

“Whoo,” she shouted, hips rolling against his with vigor to milk every last drop out of him. 

“Holy mother of god. I think I’m dead.” He stares up at the ceiling as she struggles off his lap with shaky legs. 

“I think you’re fine, considering the fact you're still hard. Dead men can't have boners.” She giggled slightly, fingers dancing over the head of his still sensitive (and hard) cock. 

“Shit. I took some really strong viagra before this. I’ll uh…handle this,” he grumbled, pushing her hand away and replacing it with his. 

He watched her every move as she got out of bed, cum leaking down her leg. His cum. He touched himself to the sight of it and for the first time, he didn’t feel like a pervert jerking off to her. 

“Be back in a sec,” she muttered, going into the bathroom and leaving him to his own devices. 

He waited patiently for her, only granting himself little teasing touches until she returned. “Have I ever told you that you have the most perfect tits?” he groaned, reaching over with his free hand to squeeze her boobs.  

“No, you hadn’t mentioned it.” She sighed when he rolled over and buried his face in her chest. 

“Fuckin’ perfect tits.” His voice was muffled by her aforementioned tits, but he got the point across by mouthing at the sensitive skin. “Can I mark ‘em up?” he asked, not bothering to listen to her response before he was biting down and leaving red marks that would fade out into a dark purple later. 

“Guess I’ll have to start wearing those low cut sweaters again,” she teased, one hand petting his hair while she reached the other down to play with his neglected cock. 

“You always know exactly what to do, I—fuck—you’re so—” his words stutter out as he cums again, his spent body shaking against her. 

“Perfect?” she finished, quoting his earlier compliment. 

He gave a content sigh, nuzzling his face into her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. “Yeah.”

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whelp... that was certainly an experience, I hope y'all had thoughts about it

I know I did!

lmk if y'all have idea for this pairing I kinda love the idea of Saul with a hot young secretary

#saul goodman #Saul Goodman smut #Saul Goodman x reader #jimmy mcgill #better call Saul #Saul Goodman fanfic #bcs #bcs fanfic

[depressopax]

The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««

The first kiss

Nacho

You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.” 

But you’d heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” 

Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same… Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?” 

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t. 

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed. 

“Maybe I like you too?” 

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush. 

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.” 

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim 

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork. 

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly. 

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.” 

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking. 

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…” 

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her. 

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss. 

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.” 

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.” 

“Sure seems like it.” 

He left the car and you had to run after him. 

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.” 

He rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.” 

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?” 

He squeezed your shoulder. 

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled. 

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him. 

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.” 

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all. 

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that. 

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place. 

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind. 

“Mike…” 

“Please.” Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.” 

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”  

And then… 

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words. 

Everything made sense now.

Howard

You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks. 

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice.  “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!” 

After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.” 

“Alright… Shoot.” 

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…” 

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this. 

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…” 

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH

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[pikmingrubb]

Before Showtime

Jimmy Mcgill x Reader

Words: 407

Tags: Smut, bathroom sex, creampie,

“Oh, Ah, jesus fuck, kid!” Jimmy couldn’t keep his voice down if he tried, not that he wanted to. He was quite enjoying fucking you against the bathroom wall, he had just entered a break period during one of his court cases and decided he needed to cool off. Apparently his way of “cooling off” was getting extraordinarily sweaty and crinkling his clothing. 

“Oh, yeah, you uh…You like that?” He breathed heavily giving you sloppy open-mouthed kisses as you moaned against him, your arms twined over his neck pushing him closer. He currently had your legs on either side of his hips and his fingers gripped your hips, struggling to keep you up long enough for him to finish. 

“God, you’re such a slut, you really just came here so I can put my dick in you?” His voice kept edging you on, you blushed wildly as he continued dirty talking in your ear, his cock slowing down to pump into you with deep strokes. 

“What, the lawyer got your tongue?” He teased trying to get your response before shushing your moans with another light kiss. He brought himself as close as possible to you, chest heaving to your own as he staved off his orgasm with slower strokes, “I’m not gonna last like this…” He chuckled breathing heavily into your ear, he made a few harsh pants trying to steady his breathing.

“Do…Do you uh, mind if I…?” He asked quietly, his fingers gently brushing over your hip bones, he was even taking the courtesy of asking if he could pump you full of his cum, how cute. 

You nodded vigorously, feeling yourself clamp around his throbbing cock, as soon as you accepted Jimmy’s deal he let out a low groan, “Thank god, cause I’m pretty sure I’ve already come at least once…” He exhaled as he gave a few more haphazard pumps before fully seating himself inside and letting loose, “Oh, oh fuck…” He whined letting his cum spurt into you, your head hit the back wall as you felt him bottom out in you, a nice warm and full feeling. 

“Hah, ah…I think I’m late for my client's hearing…” He admitted sheepishly before unceremoniously pulling out from you. He took a moment to pull himself together before exiting the bathroom stall, he gave you a quick kiss on your temple.

“Thanks for uh, coming by, you have no idea how much I needed that…”

#Jimmy Mcgill x reader #smut fic #Jimmy Mcgill xFTM!reader #Better Call Saul #Jimmy Mcgill x you #trans masc reader #one shot

[timberoon]

Hey guys! I've just joined recently and was thinking maybe not write some ships for breaking bad and better call Saul, for example what im gonna write is

Lalo Salamanca x reader

Walter White? X reader (nsfw )

Idc really if you can please repost on what you would like to see to please your wildest fantasies

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[jimmymcchill]

me writing mcwexler smut: "and they really sucked at fucking, like, they were bad. he was clumsy and way too excited and she couldn't stop giggling and acting like a teenager with a crush. but they loved each other so they enjoyed it greatly so who cares lol"

#no like literally #i have such a weird unpopular opinion when it comes to their sex life #i just imagine them being totally average and sloppy and kinda clumsy and I LOVE IT #my fanfictions are never about jimmy and kim being respectively a sex god and a sex goddess #they are about two idiots who are bad in bed (lol) but love each other so what they do is perfect for one another #:^) #dunno why my mind works like this tbh #bcs #better call saul #jimmy mcgill #kim wexler #mcwexler #meme #memes #fanfiction #smut

[slamminslamminmcgill]

ok but jimmysaul intox 🤤 giving u one of the xans in his desk drawer and going crazy

you

i like you 😌

warning: intox kink

anatomical terms: pussy

You slumped back on the couch and rubbed your forehead. You were exhausted. Most days weren't so bad, but apparently, the entire city of Albuquerque decided to fly off the handle today in particular, and you and Saul were the only ones who could save them. "Jesus, what a day."

Saul chuckled, leaning back in his chair and holding his hands behind his head. "You can say that again, kid. How's about we, uh..." He reached over to open one of the drawers in his desk, "...take the edge off a bit?"

You raised an eyebrow and walked over to the desk. "What'cha got in there?"

"Xanax," he replied, shaking a bottle of prescription pills. "It's an anti-anxiety medication. Helps you relax, y'know? You want some?"

You shrugged. Fuck it, right? It's a Friday night, why not spend the evening doing dubiously legal substances with your boss. "Ah, what the hell, gimme some."

"Heh-hey! Alright! I knew you'd know how to party." Saul unscrewed the lid and poured out two pills. Next, he grabbed a plastic water bottle on his desk. He sauntered over to you on the couch and handed you your dose. He cracked open the water to take his, then passed it to you for you to do the same. He plopped down on the couch beside you, stretching his arm out for you to scoot closer to him. You obliged, your head resting against his chest and his arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Trust me, you're gonna wanna stay seated. They can make you pretty light-headed. I wouldn't want you to collapse on me."

“Okay,” you said, nestling into his body heat, “how long does it take to kick in?”

Saul rubbed your back, admiring how cute you looked snuggled up to him. He couldn’t wait to see how much cuter you’d be while high. “Give it about 5-10 minutes. You’ll see.”

5 minutes passed, and they kicked in.

Then, another 5 minutes passed, and you were bouncing on Saul’s lap, egregiously moaning as he hit home again and again.

The xans were doing their job. You were loopy, dizzy, and it was as if every nerve in your system was on high alert; the slightest touch made you twitch. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a soggy, messy kiss. A mix of your saliva seeped through both your lips and onto each other’s chest. Saul’s firm hands kneaded your ass while your pussy threatened to milk him for everything he had.

You pulled away to get some air, tongue lazily hanging out of your mouth. Words were above your capability right now, but that doesn’t mean you stayed silent. “Oh my Gahhh… ngh… Sa-… Saullll… s-s-so… good…”

Saul just giggled, goofy as you were, and planted a wet kiss on your cheek. “Told you.”

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[girlbloggerbae13]

Princesa Salamanca: Chapter 3

A/N: Ok, I'm SO SORRY this is so delayed. Finals were fucking crazy. Glad that semester is done with...anyways, SMUT SMUT SMUT in this one. Also, so sorry, but I fear a Nacho/Sarah/Lalo love triangle coming soon. Anyways, enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW

Previous Chapter:

Chapter 3:

Sarah’s phone rang, and again, it wasn’t Lalo. She’s started wondering if he’s ever going to show, but she knows him. He’ll show, and if not for her, then for the family, right?

“Hola Ignacio. How are you feeling?”

“Hey, I’m supposed to let you know to head to El Michoacano. We have business to attend to,” Nacho says in a monotone voice, ignoring her question.

Sarah cocks an eyebrow. “You’re letting me know to head there. For a meeting. We have business? I didn’t know you liked me like that Nacho,” she teased.

Nacho was unamused, and he simply sighed before retorting, “Whatever, head there.”

I’m just trying to be friendly, she thought before hanging up without saying goodbye. Sarah slipped on a pair of her favorite black heels, thinking of her last night with Lalo, and made her way to her car. Once inside, she put on her favorite, Elvis, and lit a cigarette. Marlboro Lights, the prettiest pack on the market.

Singing along to Suspicious Minds, she pulls into the parking lot of El Michoacano. She turned off the car then stepped out, double checking that her gun was in its holster, snug against her thigh. Sarah swung open the door to the restaurant to see Nacho sitting, arms crossed, at his usual table, with a plate of familiar looking tacos in front of him. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and motioned for her to sit.

She heard singing coming from the kitchen, and immediately knew who it was. Paca paca paca in me caballo. Lalo was finally in town. She smiled to herself, then turned to Nacho.

“Lalo’s here?” Sarah asked the grumpy man sitting in the dining area of the restaurant.

Nacho nodded, and like he knew she was calling for him, Lalo walked out from behind the kitchen, smiling.

“Bem! Princesa! I wanted to surprise you.”

Sarah was grinning ear to ear, and she ran up to Lalo, practically jumping into his arms. She sunk her face into the crook of his neck and whispered, “I missed you.”

“Ay dios mio, ella bonita,” Lalo looked down at her with lustful eyes. His girl, his obedient girl, holding down the fort here in New Mexico. He cupped both sides of her face and kissed her. She giggled into the kiss, then leaned in with desperation, practically clawing at the satin shirt the Salamanca man was wearing.

Nacho coughed, already sick of whatever interaction was going on between this “Lalo” and the gringa.

The pair ignored the man briefly, and when Lalo finally pulled away (after deepening the kiss a little too much for the current setting), Sarah was still leaning into him and mumbled protests as her lips departed her husband’s.

“Lo siento, Ignacio, you have to understand, I haven’t seen my Sarah in what feels like forever,” Lalo said, feigning exasperation towards the younger man. “She keeps me young, you know?” Lalo leaned in towards Nacho, whispering, “You know what I mean.”

Nacho grimaced, Lalo smirked, and Sarah blushed, but the trio sat down to start discussing some more of that Salamanca family business. If Nacho thought Sarah was too eccentric, he was in for a treat with Eduardo.

After business was finished and done, Sarah was relieved to be able to go home with Lalo. She was practically itching under the table, aching for the older man. She always had that dangerous ache for him, and she always would. Lalo alleviated some of her frustration by sliding his hand up her skirt, though he was simply keeping a hand on her thigh to steady her anticipation.

Outside, Lalo pulled his girl away from her own car. “Come ride with me.” Of course, she listened.

In the car, she was able to unholster her gun. “Aye, put that in the back. You know I don’t like you having to carry those around. I’m here now, yeah? So no more of that,” Lalo instructed.

Sarah nodded silently, biting her lower lip. Lalo turned towards her. He tutted, then cupped her chin. “What are we going to have to do about you?” He lowered his voice, looking deep into her doe eyes. She was putty in his hands.

“The twins said you did so good while I was gone. So good for me, huh?” He knew the answer; he just liked to hear her say it. Sarah nodded. Lalo nodded back slowly as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Yeah, yeah you were.”

Sarah swallowed and took a deep breath. Lalo always did this, almost examining her in a way. Examining her loyalty, her love for him, her compliance. “Such a good girl for me.” Lalo pecked the tip of her nose, the unspoken sign of his approval. Almost childish in a way, a simple kiss pressed to the tip of her nose. It was innocent enough to praise her good behavior, but teased Sarah’s lips to keep her close and waiting for more.

And she always waited for more from Lalo. She did carry herself with confidence and poise, but when it came to him, that all went out the window. She would follow him, both happily and blindly, to the ends of the Earth.

“Ready to go home, mujercita?” Sarah nodded, and Lalo grabbed her hand as he drove away with the other.

Their home for the time being was a swanky set-up indeed, though nothing compared to her home with Lalo in Mexico. There, Sarah was able to be a guest and a homemaker at the same time, and all the while was living more lavishly than she could have ever dreamed.

Lalo parked and slowly (he was never in a rush, because Lalo knew he would get what he wanted no matter how long it took him) made his way to Sarah’s side of the car. He opened her door and held out a hand to gently usher her out of the car and up to the front door. Lalo guided her in front of him, placing his hand on the small of her back. He hummed quietly to himself as he pulled out the key.

Sarah was unconsciously tapping her foot. “In a rush, princesa? What’s so important inside?” Lalo teased, stepping closer to the woman.

She tried to deny her motivation, but the effort became a lost cause as Lalo backed her into the door. He kissed her, with more force than he used earlier in the restaurant. He was able to unlock the door without interrupting the moment, and he guided her back into the apartment. Sarah was already flustered, pulling Lalo towards her as soon as they stepped inside.

“Mmm, shhh,” he whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. You can slow down.”

He closed the door, locking it behind them, then turned back towards Sarah, who was looking apologetic. “I’m not upset, I know you missed me.” He spoke hushed. “You got no one taking care of you here, huh?”

Sarah’s once doe eyes turned to those of a siren. She bit her lower lip, breathing slowly. “Mmm-mmm. I need you.”

“Oh yeah?”

Sarah nodded, pouting.

“Please?” She was whispering now.

Lalo moved back into the kiss, one hand on her waist, though it was so large compared to her petite frame that it practically wrapped around her side, and the other hand in her hair, grasping for something to hold on to.

Sarah leaned into the kiss, grabbing back just as hungrily. Her hands were in his hair, then on his belt, then making their way under his soft satin shirt. Lalo lifted her so her legs were wrapped around his torso and carried her into the kitchen, setting her down on the counter. He kissed and sucked his way down to the bottom of her dress, then as she was pulling the black curls on his head and moaning small obscenities, Lalo stopped to look up at Sarah with a devilish grin. He started rubbing her through her pink panties. “That’s so cute, mi amor. Little pink panties with a pretty little bow.”

Lalo admired the wet spot already forming in her underwear. “It’s a shame you’re ruining them because of me.”

He scooted her hips slightly forward on the counter, earning a small squeak out of the younger woman. Lalo tutted quietly, then used both hands to slowly pull the panties off of Sarah’s body. She let out a breathy moan, her head leaned back into the cabinet. “Please, please, Lalo,” she pleaded.

Lalo chuckled to himself. The poor girl was in shambles, and he still had all of his clothes on. Ensuring to go slow, he kissed from her knees up to her heat. She was shaking. Lalo started on his girl, keeping the snail’s pace from before, sucking and kissing, and eventually, working his fingers close to her entrance.

Lalo, ever the showman, moved his mouth away from the girl, and instead started rubbing small circles on her clit. He could see that Sarah was arching her back, desperately, and he grabbed her face by her chin, making her meet his gaze. “Yeah?” He asked, smiling an arrogant smirk.

Not dropping the pleading expression, Sarah nodded again, and this time clawed at his hands, unable to physically ask for more.

He inserted two fingers into the girl, pumping slowly, but not averting eye contact. Sarah let a quiet moan escape her lips. He finally broke the gaze and moved his mouth back down to where it was needed most.

Lalo could tell that Sarah was about to come when she started grabbing at his hair, her legs started shaking uncontrollably, and she let out a string of whimpers. He stopped, abruptly, leaving the already shaken-up Sarah even more havocked. She tried pulling him closer.

“No, no, Lalo, I’m, I…please come back, I need–”

She quieted down as he stood up from his previously crouching position. He pushed out his lower lip, mocking the woman. “What you need, princesa, is someone to take care of you the right way. You’re acting like no one’s touched you in years, desperate and pleading for me.”

“I just missed you is all. I’ve been stuck here, just me and my imagination,” Sarah pouted, running her fingers over his hands on the side of her face.

Lalo cocked an eyebrow.

Sarah batted her eyelashes, giving the siren eyes again, always drawing the Salamanca back in. “You left me here. I had to touch myself, touch myself and think about you doing it for me.” Lalo looked at Sarah, lustful, only he was better at controlling his urges. She started sucking on his finger.

“How could I do that to my girl, hmm?” Lalo asked her with sarcasm. “How rude of me. I have to make it up to you now.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, still sucking on his finger, running her tongue over the pad of his fingertip.

He planned to take her to the bedroom, have a passionate and slow-burning night. But his girl was a needy brat, and Sarah needed Lalo, right there in the kitchen. Who was he to say no? He kissed her again, and now he was feeling desperate. She made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, then ran her hands over his chest and back as he took off the shirt, tossing it towards the fridge.

Sarah, still kissing Lalo, blindly reached for his belt. Before unbuckling, she rubbed him through his expensive slacks. He wasn’t one for being too nosy during sex, but something about Sarah’s confidence through the desperation was going to get him hook, line, and sinker every time.

Sarah felt Lalo getting even harder through his pants, and she smiled to herself. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. He quickly kicked off his pants. Sarah was moaning just from touching him. Lalo teased her with his fingers. “All this for me? Ay dios mio, tan mojado, princesa. I need to take care of you, yeah?”

Sarah simply moaned in response, and Lalo moved to remove his boxers. Sarah gulped, seeing his hard cock in front of her. He smiled at her, and held himself at her entrance for a moment before slowly pushing in.

Just like every time before, Sarah clutched onto Lalo’s shoulders as he started fucking her. She pulled him close to her, snaking one arm under his, but clutching onto his shoulder, and the other arm wrapped closer to his head, holding onto his hair for support. She breathed out, slowly, as she did every time, adjusting herself to accommodate his size.

Once Lalo noticed the petite frame on the counter in front of him relaxing into the crook of his neck, he picked up the pace, and Sarah’s grip tightened. She tossed her head back, but bit her lip to keep her voice down.

“Fucking…princesa, so tight…no one’s been taking care of you, mm?”

“Uh-uh,” Sarah responded through her teeth, trying to keep herself from being overstimulated by the man whose touch she had been deprived of for way too long.

Lalo picked up the pace, gripping Sarah’s hip and neck, one hand on each. “I’m gonna have to fix that.”

Sarah softly sunk her teeth into Lalo’s left shoulder. “Please,” she breathily moaned, “please don’t stop, Lalo.”

He didn’t. As she pressed herself closer to him, he only grabbed her more. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and he could tell Sarah was getting close, too.

“Hey, hey,” Lalo whispered in between grunts. “No one’s here, you can be as loud as you need.”

Sarah briefly made eye contact with the man that had her in this trance.

“Yeah?” Lalo asked. “You gonna come, right here?”

He kept fucking her, hard, and after being given the go-ahead, Sarah stopped muting herself. “Lalo…oh, there, there…”

She was close. Once he felt her tensing up around him, he started sucking and nibbling at her neck, telling her, “Let go, princesa.”

Her whole body shook as she came around him. “Fuck, fuck…mm-hmm…”

She gasped, still clawing at him, and as she rode through her orgasm, he only whispered to her, “Good girl… buena…”

Sarah grabbed at Lalo’s head again, “Your good girl…I’m your good girl,” she said quietly, still moaning and shaking.

That sent the man over the edge, and he lost control of his thrusts, coming inside her, filling her up. He had a thing for that, seeing Sarah so cock-drunk and needing every last piece of him. She was the one that originally begged him to come inside her.

Lalo grunted lowly, almost growling, into her ear, still choking her. She was still arching her back, now trying to open herself more so Lalo could come deep inside her, which almost sent Sarah into a second orgasm.

As Lalo finished spilling into her, he grabbed her hips on both sides, pushing himself as deep as possible. “Fuck, fuck…muy chingón.”

Sarah gasped, whining at the overstimulation, but when Lalo pulled out, she was left whining at the lack of stimulation.

“Oh, I know, I know,” Lalo spoke in a hushed, comforting tone. “You want more, hmm? Una niña tan obediente…” The man moved her hair out of her face. “So good to me, princesa, such a dirty girl for me.”

Sarah nuzzled into Lalo’s neck, kissing him every so often.

“Such a good girl. My pretty girl.”

He pulled her face out of the crook of her neck to kiss her forehead, then her nose, once more validating Sarah. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Better Call Saul (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jimmy McGill | Saul Goodman/Kim Wexler Characters: Kim Wexler, Jimmy McGill | Saul Goodman Additional Tags: Kinktober 2023, Angst, Smut, Oral Sex, this is lowk kind of miserable. not sorry, Canon Compliant, takes place during 4.02 breathe Summary:

She needs him to know. Outside of the courtroom, she’s no good with words. In front of a judge, in front of a jury, she’s precise, intentional, deliberate. Saying exactly what she means; no avoidance or skirting the edges of what’s in front of her. Yet when it comes to Jimmy… her tongue grows heavy behind her teeth and her heart seizes up. She never says the whole truth, she never says enough.

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[thekimspoblog]

POV Jimmy McGill picks you up at a bar.

He's almost twice your age, but you've always had a thing for older guys and besides he's a riot.

In the name of full disclosure, he tells you up front: he's married. And he's cheating specifically to spite her. But the weird thing is he says Kim will be okay with this; she'll understand. Between two little girls at home and a wife he basically asked to wear the pants in the marriage, Jimmy's been feeling a bit stifled lately, in terms of his masculinity and his sense of independence. The last thing Kim wants is for Jimmy to feel trapped with her, so she told him it was fine if he stepped out to "get some air". She'd watch the kids and he could go out for the night.

It's not like they haven't both slept with other people at other points they were running hot and cold. Kim knows he'll always love her, so she says she's not threatened if (in times where that love starts to turn to hate) he blows off some steam with someone else. Parenthood is stressful, and it's not like they're strangers to arguing with eachother.

It's supposedly an open-marriage, but neither of them has had the guts to act on this option yet. Kim says she's just too busy with wargames to find a side piece, but Jimmy suspects she's still trying to spare his feelings. The whole reason he tells you he wants to do this, is to prove he can make her jealous. To prove she does mind.

He even shows you a picture on his phone. You're not sure whether to be insulted or flattered, that he says you're just as pretty as she is. You never thought of yourself as the kind of person to be intrigued by the idea of being used to make another woman jealous. And frankly this whole plan strikes you as a bit pathetic. But even the pity is almost kind of hot; you can sense how much pent up tension he's holding. The love he's wanted to give her, but every time he's reached out for the past few months, she's been too consumed in her work. All that energy's gotta go somewhere...

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