#Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader Oneshot

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SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You find out that Aaron is married.

Part One Part Two Part 3

Warnings: You think you've been accidentally a 'mistress' (But spoiler alert, you haven't been). Creative liberties on the musical character and his marital status 😅 I mean they never said he wasn't seperated?? !!

Your phone starts to sing the wicked witch of the wests theme once again and the words 'Rat Bastard' flash on your screen, but just as soon as it begun you swipe to decline to call. No. your roommate, eating dinner and watching tv with you on the other side of the couch, notices and finally sets down her fork.

"Okay- what was that? That's happened 6 times tonight."

Shrugging quickly, you shove a forkful of butter chicken into your mouth. "Just telemarketers." You mutter with our mouth full.

When she doesn't respond but doesn't look away from you either for several moments, you finally turn and give her a deadpanned-stare. Like, what?-

"I know you know I'm not that dumb. Who's the rat bastard?" She raises a perfectly tweezed eyebrow, looking serious; an accusatory tone in her voice when she speaks again. "... that old guy you were seeing?"

... you regret letting it slip that you were seeing someone and that you couldn't tell her who because he was older. Goddamnit. Shrugging again, you look back unseeingly to the TV and go to shove more food into your face- but stop at the last second and drop the utensil to your plate set on the arm of the couch. "... he's married." One glance your roommates way and its all tumbling out. "- I- I mean, I didn't know!! I swear, I didn't know. He never wore a ring and I didn't even think- Look, he said he had a wife but that's over now. I believed him. I know, I'm an idiot- "

Quickly your roommate shakes her head sternly and stops you. "Hey, I believe you. Didnt even cross my mind that you would do that knowingly, I promise."

"... okay." You breath, relieved.

"Guy sounds like a jackass."

Nodding, a wonky little relieved-grin slips across your face. "He is."

After a quiet moment in which she reaches over and squeezes your arm sympathetically, she gives you a hyper focused look all of a sudden. You know exactly what's about to come out of her and already start groaning. "... so are you gonna tell me who it is now?- "

"Oh for gods sake- no!"

"Come on!!"

"No!"

"I wanna know who the silver fox is!!"

"Get off my case!"

"Never!"

~

Its 2 hours and 4 more declined calls later that there's a knock at your dorm rooms front door. Its dark (Around 8.30pm) and freezing outside, snowing actually, so you have no idea who on earth would be visiting unless its dumbass ding dong ditchers from the guys floor. Before you can get up from the couch where you're typing out a paper due tomorrow (Being with Callahan had truly distracted you from your work- usually you would have had this done and dusted by now. Oh well, back to the grind you suppose.), your roommate passes you and peers out the peephole. "Is that-... " She starts, but cuts herself off. You brush it off and keep on typing (You're on a roll!!), thinking perhaps it was one of the guy's.

When she opens the door you have a clear view of who's out there and immediately feel frozen despite the electric blanket strewn over your legs.

Your roommate looks to you and tilts her head to the side, looking skeptical and merciless. "Rat bastard is Professor Callahan??" You can see it in her eyes- not her first choice, but she can see how this happened...

Callahan looks perturbed, at that- but his focus is on you. "I've called you 10 times."

He looks surprisingly handsome, in his long black coat with dusty snow on the shoulders and his hair windswepped from the weather, but you just feel anger boil in the pit of your stomach looking at him. And anxiety, because of what you've done to some woman out there who's already struggling being married to such a jackass, and a burning frustration. You don't want to talk, you don't want to see him. That's what 10 declined calls means.

And- seriously!?? 3 months of doing it and him constantly saying he would never step foot at your place because its a craphole and because its risky- and he comes once you don't want him here!? Jesus fucking christ!-

Your roommate can see the frustration burning and boiling in your eyes and immediately turns back to the man outside. "Look, thanks for coming by, you do get points for making the trip- but not many. You should go- " She tries to close the door but he just sticks a foot in the way.

You've seen her stomp on a mans foot before for doing this, so you just raise a brow and wait- but she doesn't. He curls his hand around the door and steps in; brushing snow off his shoulders and directly onto the floor. "Now you can close it. Don't need anyone seeing me here."

Rolling your eyes, you save your work and close your laptop. "Get out. I don't want to speak to you- "

"Well, how sad for you- because I want to speak to you." He follows you right into your room and closes the door, the two of you leaving your roommate to sit alone in the livingroom, mop up the rapidly melting snow the bastard left at the front door, and try to eavesdrop.

~

"Y/N- ... I thought you were smarter then this." He starts, standing in front of you closed bedroom door with a stern and judgmental frown tight along his jaw- the arrogance in his voice is clear as day.

Oh good start, you think, rolling your eyes deeply and forcing yourself not to throw something at him. "What!??" Is he serious?! What the hell does he mea- "What did you even come here for? Kick me while I'm down??"

"You've been practically living with me- did you ever once see an indication that she was living there, too? We're separated. She's just searching for the best divorce attorney to 'take me down', before we begin negotiations. I told you it was finished with her, and I was not lying to you." He sighs, rolling his eyes. "And in answer to your question- I'm obviously here to get you back."

... "I don't believe you." You tell him, words careful and clear. Because you don't! It was the most mortifying moment of your life today when you found out about this, talking with some other professors. You had just approached them because one of them was your Heroes and Villains professor and you had a question about the recent assignment when they pulled you into the conversation they were having. When they asked if you knew Professor Callahan? you told the truth (Well partly the truth), and said yes you'd crossed paths at events and he subbed one of your classes last week. It felt good to tell a part-truth about him for once. Instead of acting like you don't know him or just never getting to mention him you got to say yeah i know him!; i'd hate to be in his class. So when they then started telling you about a story with his wife at a function, everything just crashed.

You have never felt so awful in your life. Like scum. Like idiot scum. And you don't ever intend to feel that way again.

He sighs slowly, closing his eyes in frustration for a moment. "... would you like her to write you a note?"

Oh he thinks this is funny. Before he even opens his eyes again, you've got your phone out and you're searching through your contacts for Lewis's number. "I'll show you funny... "

His eyes pop open and he looks to you with a confused, angry look. "What are you doing?" In 2 steps he's right beside you peering at your phone and when you press call you see his jaw tighten. "What the hell."

Pressing the phone to your ear, you listen to the rings and wait for the sweet guy who likes horror to pick up so you can ask him on a second date. "Baby you're not laughing??"

"Hang. up." The frown on his face looks like its set in stone, a terrible glare behind those glasses that almost intimidates you.

"That's not going to happen, sorry- " Suddenly Lewis' sweet voice slips through the receiver. "Lewis! Hi!" You're looking directly into Callahan's eyes, which are pissed off, as he stays quiet as a mouth- he wouldn't want to blow his own cover here. Lewis might recognise his voice and ask questions. "How are you??"

Folding his hands into his jacket pockets, Callahan stands there and waits. That's all he can do. Glare half-curious around your room and wait impatiently for you to stop it. Stop teasing. His shoulders are set taught in the coat and his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek and he tries to distract himself with the things on your wall- tickets from shows you've seen, pictures of you and... some other people (Your family? Your friends? Fuck, he doesn't know. How would he), pressed flowers, receipts, and reminders. He notices that he recognises most of the clothes you're wearing in your pictures, and movies on your shelf that he actually knows you love (And also holes in your collection. Ones he can get you- and will. If you dont come to your senses now, then he'll just have to buy you back), and a certain sticker popping up on your calendar... on every day you saw him.

You see him staring at your calendar, and watch the cogs in his brain turn realising what the little red stickers meant. You've never seen him so focused on something to do with you, before. It makes something in you settle.

Lewis in your gets drowned out by your blood pumping loudly, and you calmly tell him sorry, i've gotta go.

Dropping your phone on your bed, you cross your arms and look reproachfully at Aaron who, despite hearing you hang up the call in time, is still searching your room with his eyes. All your personal things. Everything that's just... you. Things he didn't know about before and things he did. You take in a deep breath.

He speaks up before you can. "Finished playing your immature little games, then?... "

Groaning, you give up. He's an asshole! He cant help it! Its in his core- it doesn't really matter whether he's really cheating with you or not at this point!

You go to pass him, throw the door open and tell him to get the hell out- but he grabs your arm and guides you back to him. "Hey!- "

"Listen to me... " He growls lowly, close to your face. "I came here. To this shithole you call a home, at great risk to my career that I am justly proud of- if that doesn't mean something to you, I don't know how I can prove to you that I am all for you, Y/N. I am married only in the legal sense. Only on paper. Believe me."

"Well- what about any other girls you're fucking?? I mean we're not exclusive, so I assume- "

"Please." He sighs, rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling. "We both know what this has been for a while, now." A smirk flickers at the corners of his lips looking back down at your again, drawing your gaze to his mouth. The gravel in his voice is throwing you as it always has. "You're the only young lady I'm interested in- and I know, despite your ridiculous games, I'm the only man you're into."

"... oh you know that for a fact, do you?" You ask hesitantly, returning your gaze to his eyes, framed in black plastic and clear glass. There's a prickle of danger tugging at your heart, now. Neither of you have said anything like this, yet. But he's right. This has been coming for a while.

"Mhmmm."

... you part your lips, still feeling unsure. "I'm not sure if I should trust you, still... "

"... " For a moment he looks frustrated, setting his jaw once again... before sighing and rolling his eyes. Like, fine. Eyes widening, you watch him separate from you a little, just standing up straight again, and pull out his own phone; searching through for a certain name. "I didn't want to do this... but fine. I'll call the bitch."

"What!?"

"You can ask her." He tells you, holding the phone to his ear.

Your jaw drops. "Hold on now!, I don't want- "

"Too late, phones ringing. Stay right here, princess."

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SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: What the hell kinda luck leads you and Callahan to finally decide to date- and then immediately end up with him subbing one of your classes that day??

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship and sexual references.

"You want... to take me on a date??" Blinking, you look baffled at him. "... we can't go out." You exclaim, completely incredulous. "That's the secret part of secret affair."

A smirk slides across Callahan's face, looking cocky as usual. Like he knows everything, the handsome bastard. "I was actually thinking I'd cook for you. At home." The smirk broadens. "See,.. I know the rules."

"Well you should, you did help to make them."

"Mmm," He groans, annoyance laced in the tone. "Actually I think that you took control on that- but I digress. What do you say? I've cooked for you before, after all,.. its not like I'll poison you... "

"Uh, I stole leftovers out of your fridge. I don't think that constitutes as you cooking for me- but-- " Shaking your head, you taking a deep breath and think; drumming your fingers against the bench.

The two of you have been getting along better; that Halloween event was so much fun, and not just the bathroom rendezvous, you actually loved talking with him-- but do you really want to let this become... more? What would you even call him after you went on a date? Date is a hefty four letter word, filled with expectations and assumptions and a 'where is this going' conversation that you are completely unequipped for.

Callahan is an ass, though. A cold, manipulative, narcissistic ass. So... maybe... you shouldn't??...

Your eyes flicker up to his face then, though, and your moment of sobriety is over. There's just something in him that you like all of a sudden and the past week since Halloween, you've been all for him. Shrugging nonchalauntly, you give a grin. You cant help it. "Yeah. Cook me dinner- what do you plan on cookin me, then?"

Giving fully-pleased grin, rolling his shoulders. "Let's call it a surprise." He teases, leaning in and dropping a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand fitting to your waist. "I'll see you tonight- dress uhh... " He gives you a once-over and you gape. Excuse you???- "better."

Excuse y- glancing down at your pyjamas, just a t shirt and shorts, you give a sad pout. These pj's are cute! Hmph. "You know, I like you at the moment but you're still on thin ice." With a matter-o-fact, deadpanned look on your face now, you take a deliberate sip of your coffee/tea at him.

"Uhuh, whatever. Bye." One final waist-squeeze from him and an almost-sincere smile (on one side of his face at least) and he walks on out of the apartment for the day.

~

What the HELL?

"Alright class, as you can hopefully tell I am not an English teacher," Professor Callahan stands at the front of your class after making an entrance of himself coming in (He couldn't quote a law & order but apparently he knows Hamlet- the Claudius bits) and you're closest to him in the front row so you're the only one who hears the next part even though he doesn't look at you. "and to be honest I look down upon and each and every one of you poor hippie losers."

What the hell is he doing in this class?? This is YOUR class!! He's a law teacher- Before you can think it through, your arm shoots up into the air. He sees you and nods to your hand. "Where's Mr Bradford??"

"Sick." He responds, and does not elaborate- he quickly looks back to the class in general. "Now, I want you to do the modules I write on the board and if you have a question... I don't care. Email your ailing teacher. Go."

Narrowing your eyes, you watch him turn and write the appropriate modules onto the board; using your eyes and mind power to insist he turn around... but he doesn't, not once. The jerk.

Finally when Callahan turns back to the front, gives the room once sweep with his eyes and then sits down at the desk to do his own work without even looking at you for a second you sigh and open your laptop to start the modules... awkwardly... and immediately see an instant message pop up in the corner of the screen. From Aaron- the name you put his contacts under when you realised other people might catch a glance of your messages or your calls and you didn't want them getting suspicious about a last name (Or 'the professor', which was another option that had passed your mind).

Aaron: Stop staring.

Huffing, you roll your eyes and immediately start typing out an answer.

You: Oh so you noticed me?? Interesting.

You: Couldn't tell.

Aaron: What do you expect? Am I supposed to walk into class and kiss you- then introduce myself as the professor for the day and expect everyone to respect me?

You: No one respects you. They hate and fear you.

When you glance up to see his reaction to that, you see a smirk slither across his face as he types back to you.

Aaron: So?? That's infinitely preferable.

For goodness sakes. Stifling a grin by pressing your lips together, you shake your head and open your classwork. Whatever, maybe you can just ignore him and get your work done today. Pretend you don't know him. Try not to think about the fact you were bent over your professors bed with him behind you in his teaching suit, well-

Woof... you think, eyes rounding and shaking your head again; trying to shake the memory out of your head. Okay, mind outta the gutter, lets do some work. Come on.

~

For the rest of the 3 hour class you shift between actually doing work and sending Aaron random messages to try and get a visible reaction out of him (He does react, but he's subtle. Just soft smirks, a couple of headshakes... the biggest responce you got was an eyeroll). No one else notices because they're all terrified of Callahan, and are actually doing their work.

When 3 o'clock finally fits and its time to leave for the day, everyone else starts filing quickly out while you casually just pack up your things at your leisure and wonder what you're going to wear for your date tonight when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see Lewis.

Lewis, the guy you went on a date with a couple of weeks ago and Callahan - Aaron, - got weird about it. Before Halloween and everything... sorta changed. As Lewis gives you a cute grin, his tucked into his back pockets you look to the professors desk and catch Aaron the manipulative bastard pretending not to notice the cute guy approach you; busying himself putting his things back in his briefcase.

"Hey, Y/N. Sorry, I know we've both been really busy lately so we haven't had a chance to catch up, since... " Here Lewis gives a shifty-eyed glance between you two, reminding you of the almost-risqué moment the two of you had when he kisses you goodbye after the date. A wonky grin wibbles across your mouth, thinking about the worse, down-right-scandalous things you've done with the other man in the room- nearby- listening in... "But, uh, I was wondering! Heh- if you wanted to go on a second date??.. you know- with me? The new Five Nights at Freddy's movie is out and I got tickets." Oh- he remembers you love Five Nights at Freddy's!, damn him. Damn him and that cute lop-sided grin on his face. "Whadaya say?"

... Oh. "Oh."

You should say yes.

Lewis is cute, and he's sweet (He gave you his spare copy of Freddy Vs Jason on your date for goodness sakes! You cant get much better then that), he likes Five Nights at Freddy's!... and what you said to Callahan (To Aaron) two weeks ago still stands. You want to be married one day, you want something with someone that can last-

... But right now all you can think is that you have plenty of time to find that. You're young and you have years, and right now all you really want to do is be with Aaron.

A week ago the answer would have been yes but Halloween night changed everything.

You hear the sound of a briefcase clipping shut and take in a sudden, deep breath. "... actually Lewis, I already saw it- sorry!! You can take someone else, can't you??"

Lewis's smile falters, but not in a pitiful puppy-dog way- in a 'well damn, that's a shame' kind of way. You like that about him, after all you only went on one date together and he barely touched you. "Ehh, no worries. Maybe we'll hook up some other time."

"Maybe!" Giving a genuine smile, you nod; noticing Callahan at his desk waiting impatiently for the two of you, the last remaining students in the room, to move it and get out. His briefcase is stood up straight on the desk and his fingers are drumming against the leather. He can definitely hear what's being said, too, since he's barely 10 feet away.... and looking right at you both- "Uhh... well I'll see you next class, Lewis!"

"Yeah, see ya." With a last arm squeeze, and a kiss to the cheek, Lewis gives you casual smile and leaves the classroom.

... After a moment of embarrassed silence in which you think about where to go from here... you quickly glance at Aaron for a moment and pull your shoulder bag on right over your head. "Well what are you lookin' at?" You ask boldly, then go ahead and try to just leave. Like uh-yeah-no-see-ya-later-bye-

But- "Uh uh uh, not so fast." You were, of course, greatly mistaken to think he was just going to let you leave after seeing that. Sighing, you stop in your tracks and look nervously back at him. "... what was that?"

"I'm sure I dunno what you mean, Professor." You give him a pointed look. "Just chatting with a friend."

"A friend?... " He raises a brow. "Huh."

Welp. That 'huh' doesn't sound great. "... 'Huh'?"

"Mhm. 'Huh'." He agrees, folding one hand into one of his pants pockets and looking... thoughtful. Dangerously thoughtful. Oh lord- "... as your professor I feel I should warn you, Miss L/N,.. boys at that age are- " He pauses, considering his next words. " - fickle. And inexperienced. And... q u i c k." The last word comes out slow and you want to laugh.

You try not to laugh, wandering over to the desk and looking pointedly at him again. "Sir... I don't think its appropriate for you to be talking to me about this, is it? I mean- " Quickly you drop the good student act. "Not unless you're gonna gimmie good grades for listening to your jealous garbage, at least." You shrug, dropping your shoulder bag to the ground with a teasing grin.

Letting out a chuckle, he smirks and runs his hand that's not in his pocket slowly, wryly over leather of his briefcase. "... what else would you do for a pass, sweetheart?.. "

A snicker slips out of your nose, shaking your head. "You're not really my real teacher, Aaron, you have no power over my education."

"Well that's true... Also means its not against the rules- if I do this." After leaning across the table, Aaron presses his lips against yours in a hot, slow open-mouthed kiss that makes you dizzy. And you let him, in your classroom, where you learn about American literature 5 days a week. You even reach over and wrap his red tie around your knuckles, stroking his tongue with your own. When he pulls back, only a couple inches, he can obviously see the fog in your eyes from his kiss and you can definitely see it in his. "Or, this." He goes on, beginning to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck in a way that makes it hard for you to keep yourself together. "Or... "

Oh, fucks sake here we go, you're going to fuck him in the classroom. Pulling back with huff, you slowly let go of his tie; slipping the smooth fabric through your fingers. Your eyes flicker slowly from his lips up to his eyes and back. "... Professor I changed my mind, I'll do anything for that grade."

With a mocking smirk so close to your face, so pleased to have a girl in a classroom, even if its not his, Aaron holds one side of your face and rubs your jaw fondly with his thumb. "Is that so?.. What a good student you are. Hmm... go lock the door."

"Yes sir." You grin, heading off to do just what you're told.

~

15 minutes later you leave the classroom with slick on your thighs and a warm feeling in your pants, as well a whole new appreciation for Wattpad authors and their vision.