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“Hey babe.” Jesse greets when he hears the front door to his home open, he glances back at you from where he was laying against the metal futon arm, “Woah, hey. You good?” He asks, sitting up quickly so he can fully look at you.
Your hands come up to roughly rub over your face as you pace through Jesse’s mostly empty living room. Your arms dropped down limply at your side, your blunt nails digging into the palms of your hands as you let out a frustrated yet shaky sigh.
“Honestly?” You ask with a small, unamused laugh. “No I’m not.”
Jesse stood up slowly, as if you were an injured animal cowering in the corner of his home, ready to snap.
“What happened?” He asked gently, wanting to at least help and calm you down.
“My dad is a fucking asshole .” You answer crisply, feeling your veins go cold, “This whole ‘I’m doing this for our family bullshit’ is just that, it’s crap, Jesse. He has not given a shit about us since the first fucking batch he made. I’m absolutely sure of that.”
“This is about your dad?” Jesse asked cautiously, “What’d he do this time?”
“Oh I’ll tell you what he fucking did.” You shake your head, your fists trembling angrily at your thighs, “So my mom calls, asking me if I can do something for her…”
“What are you doing here?” You ask after the front door clicks shut behind you, seeing your dad elbow deep in a cabinet in the kitchen.
He looks at you from over the breakfast bar, his eyes widened just a fraction before he smiles innocently. Acting as if nothing was wrong with him being here.
“Hey sweetheart.” He gestures towards the mug he was now holding, “I was about to make some coffee, want some?”
“Uh- no?” You answer with furrowed brows, dropping your bag off your shoulder and leaving it beside the front door, “I thought mom kicked you out.”
The older man merely chuckles, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead, “Yeah well, this is my house.”
“Yeah sure.” You mutter under your breath as you walk further into the house, pushing down the wet hoodie of your jacket.
“What about you? I thought you had work.” He attempts to strike up a conversation, eyeing you as you walk into the kitchen and pick up the small watering can under the sink.
“Nope, not today. Mom wanted me to water her plants since I was in the area.” You shrug while filling the watering can, not turning to look at him.
“Ah I see… I see what this is.” He chuckles, coming to lean on the counter beside you with a raised brow and almost smug smile, “Your mother wanted you to see if I was here… Didn’t she?” He points at you with a grin, shaking his own head, “Oh man.”
You stop to take a breath, attempting to prepare yourself as you hear the sound of your father’s growling words echo through your head over and over again.
“Things just seemed to fucking go downhill from there…”
You can’t help but sigh, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to look at him “I think you should really just go, dad. Don’t you think this is a little much? Breaking into the house just so what? So you prove a point to mom?”
“It’s not breaking in if it’s my house, sweetheart.” He smiles unaffected by anything you said. “And I’m not trying to prove any kind of point to anyone. I belong here much like anyone else in this family does.”
“Well, not when you’re selling meth right under this family’s nose.” You scoff with a harsh chuckle.
Clearly it hit a nerve in Walter, though. You watched as his smile dropped, his face turning to stone and his eyes darkening.
“I do what I do to help this family. And your mother will not take that from me.” His voice deepens just an octave as he stares you down.
“Yeah, a standup job you’re doing with that.” You retort, not exactly appreciating the sudden change in attitude from your father “And don’t talk about mom like that, she’s not taking anything from you. You’ve been treating everyone, especially mom, like shit.” You say, shaking your head. “Plus dad… I’m sorry, but you’ve literally fucking killed people. I feel like getting kicked out of the house should be, like, the least of your-”
His hand slams down on the counter, making you flinch, “Watch your language when you talk to me, missy!” He points at you, “You do not know the first thing about what I do, and do NOT act like you do.” He growls, “Everything I do is for this family, I do all of this to help you, junior, your mom, and your baby sister.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, your face becoming hot as angry tears begin to drip from your eyes “Yeah? Is that what you tell yourself so none of this is actually your fault? It’s actually ours right? Because you aRE SUCH A FUCKING SAINT! RIGHT?!” You scream.
“What about you then? Huh? don’t think for a second I don’t know about this thing you and Jesse have going on. And don’t tell me you two are ‘just friends’.”
“What the- what are you talking about?!” You yell, your heart stuttering in your chest at the mention of Jesse’s name, “What does that have to do with ANYTHING we’re talking about?!”
“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He points at you again, grinning almost evilly, “You can’t have any kind of moral high ground with me, when you’ve been spending the night with my partner.”
He lets out a bitter chuckle, his tongue running over his bottom lip, shaking his head a little as his glare seems to grow darker.
”You don’t think I haven’t seen your car parked at the end of the block in some attempt to make it seem like you’re not at his house? I mean honestly, I thought you were smarter than that.”
You look at him with wide eyes, your heart feeling as if it was sinking into your stomach at the harshness of his words, “Fuck. You.” You spit, storming towards the front door.
It shuts loudly behind you, the heavy downpour of rain immediately soaking into your jacket and mixing in with the tears that were already streaking down your face. Your boots stomp loudly on the driveway as you walk to your car, swinging the door open angrily and dropping down onto the ripped leather seat, slamming the driver’s door shut.
You sniffle harshly as you wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve, looking down at the keys in your shaking hands.
You look up to see the front door open and your father’s head dip out from the inside, eyes immediately dropping onto your rain soaked form. You roll your eyes and shove your keys into the ignition before he could even think to walk out into the rain, towards your driver's side door and continue your heated argument.
The tires of your car squealed a little as you pulled quickly out of your parents’ neighborhood.
“Shit.” Jesse sighs to himself once you finish your long winded venting, “So he knows?”
“Yup.” You walk over to the futon and drop down onto it beside him, the metal framing was uncomfortable against your back even with the cushion.
“Well, guess that means you can finally park in the driveway.” He jokes, the back of his hand softly hitting against your bicep, forcing a smile from you.
“Fuck off.” You laugh, grabbing his hand and bringing it into your lap.
“Just sayin’.”
The relationship between Jesse and you was an accidental one.
At the beginning of your dad’s involvement with meth, Jesse made the mistake of showing up at your parent’s house once or twice, calling numerous more. One of those times you just so happened to drive up at the same time, catching a glance of him before he sped off through the neighborhood.
You saw him a few other times, once at a dollar general, a local donut shop. Another time was at the Dog House where you sat down at the same picnic table he was sitting at, asking him what he was doing at your house two weeks before. The friendship between the two of you sparked quickly, not yet knowing about his partnership with your father.
The way you found out, though, was a few weeks or so after your dad admitted to having smoked weed, buying it from none other than Jesse Pinkman himself. Of course when you brought it up he groaned, saying that your own mother had come to his house to tell him off about it, which made you laugh.
“It was scary, yo!” Came his reply through your fit of laughter. “Hey stop laughing!” He said, beginning to laugh too.
A few weeks after that you decided to surprise him at his house, with a box of donuts in one hand and your fist knocking on the door.
“Yo, I’m coming!” Jesse calls from inside the house. The door opens a little harshly, his scrunched features softening once he sees you, “Oh- uh- hey. What are you doing here?”
You shrug, “I wanted to make up for you getting my food at the Dog House last night.” You brush past him and into his house, “Wait, shit- sorry, is now a bad time? I totally just barged in without asking.”
There was a metallic drop from somewhere behind you, followed by a groan making you turn around and watch as a man walked from a doorway, wheezing coughs coming from him. He looks up from his fist and his eyes immediately land on you.
Your own father, standing in the hallway of Jesse Pinkman with a gas mask clutched in one hand.
“Oh no.”
The talk you had after that was an interesting one, full of “you can’t tell your anyone”, and accusatory questions towards Jesse. But regardless, It was hard to keep the truth hidden when they both smelled so heavily of cat piss and chemicals.
“You still mad?” Jesse asks, looking at you.
“Yeah…” You rub your fingers against your eyelids feeling your eyes begin to water under your fingertips, “I just don’t know how shit got so fucked up.”
“Want me to take your mind off it?”
His fingers caressed your jaw, gently coaxing you to look at him. His face was closer to yours now, his eyes flicking from yours to your lips.
“Yes.” You whispered.
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Jesse's hands gently guide you down onto the bed, his fingers having a soft grip on your bare waist. His lips drew a trail from your neck to your chest, his hand grasping your breast as his lips enclosed around your nipple. His other hand trailed from your hip down your thigh, his thumb drawing meaningless patterns on the skin above your knee.
Your back rises slightly off the bed, your fingers weaved through his messy hair.
“Jess.” You whisper, his blue eyes immediately snap up to look at you.
His lips continue their trail down your body, fingers softly kneading your skin as he sighs against your hip. His fingers pull down the material of your underwear, throwing them to the floor the second it’s off your legs. He happily places himself between your thighs, his lips continuing their attack on your inner thigh, his teeth biting down playfully.
The stubble on his face scratched against the sensitive skin, making it burn and another whine came from your mouth as he got closer and closer to your core. His eyes met yours just as his tongue peaked from his mouth and gently coaxed your folds to part, his lips suctioned onto your clit, forcing a small moan from you.
An arm wrapped around the tops of your thighs, keeping you down on the bed as he continued to lick and suck like a man starved. His own hips gently ground into the sheets of his bed, small pleasured moans coming from his lips when they part long enough. His index finger pushed slowly into your entrance, quickly being followed by his middle finger and allowing them to flex delicately against your velvety walls.
“Oh fuck.” You whisper, your hand coming down to snake through his hair again, slightly tugging when his moan vibrates against your clit.
Your walls fluttered against his fingers as he thrust them inside of you at the same pace his tongue lapped against your folds. Jesse’s tiny whimpers and moans helped push you closer, watching as he grinds his hips harder against the beg, his wet eyes looking up at you from between your thighs, watching your chest heave as you pant.
His lips begin their wet trail back up your body, between your breasts and attaching to your neck with a gentle nip of his teeth. Your blunt nails dig into the skin of his shoulder as he continues his assault on the sensitive skin below your jaw.
Jesse was quick to sit up on his knees, making quick work of removing the graphic tee he was wearing. He glanced at you with dark hooded eyes. A small smirk played on his lips as his fingers worked his belt open and pulled it through the loops of his pants, the metal buckle clanking loudly on the wooden floor. The button of his pants popped open and the teeth of the unzipped loudly, followed by the sound of ruffling denim and soon enough Jesse’s length was gripped in his hand.
He dipped back down to kiss you, his lips and tongue still tasting of you. He cupped your jaw pulling back to look into your eyes as ask,
“You ready?” He smiles.
“Yes.”
He gives himself a few pumps before the tip of his cock brushes between your folds teasingly, a soft sigh felt from his lips before he started pushing slowly through your entrance.
A small gasp came from your parted lips, your left hand coming up to take hold of Jesse’s neck before weaving through his hair when his head drops down to your shoulder, his teeth once again nipping marks into your shoulder and throat. Your other hand holds onto his shoulder, blunt nails continuing to dig with each deep thrust he gives.
Sighing moans fall from Jesse’s lips, his lips parted beautifully as his brows furrow and his eyes shut tightly. One hand grips on to your waist when pulled away from your shoulder, his other hand moves down to your core, his thumb rubbing against your aching clit in time with his hard thrusts.
“Jesse.” You gasped, the hand that held onto your waist removed itself in order to hold onto your hand. Your fingers weaved together as you cry out, your back arching off the bed and your other hand shooting behind you to clutch onto your pillow as your walls begin to flutter.
It felt as if a tingling fire was taking over your body, your thighs trembling and tightened around his hips, continuous whimpers falling from your lips as you felt spit build up in the back of your throat as you cum. His thumb continued its ministrations, sending continuous pulsing sparks through your core causing you to tighten around him.
Not even a minute later Jesse was back on top of you, his chest pressed against yours, “Oh fuck.” He practically whimpers, his forehead bracing against your shoulder as he grinds his hips against yours, “Can I cum inside?” He almost sounded like he was begging when the question left his lips.
“Fuck, yes.” You answer, your back still arched and your head digging back into the pillow at the onslaught of non stop stimulation.
That was all he needed to hear, his own orgasm splashing against your walls with a rasped moan leaving his parted lips. His body sagged over your, his hand still clutching on to yours and his teary blue eyes staring down at you with a satisfied grin.
“You wanna go get McDonald’s?” He asks after a few beats of silence.