#RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this one was so fun XD

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Professor Callahan x Fem!AFAB!Client!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: Do YOU think Cal is above convincing his pretty fem client, down on her luck and about to go to jail for many many years, to fuck him in exchange for him getting her out of jail?? I sure don't.

Warnings: Smuttiness, reader is possibly a murderer, DUBIOUS consent, Cal abusing his power (but what's new), corrupt as fuck, etc.

He bribed the guards to leave you alone together, then slid the door closed. You felt trapped, even worse then before as he turned that smug grin on you. What did you do?? Why did you agree to this?? This is wrong. He could be lying. You can think of a hundred different reasons why agreeing to this... arrangement, was a mistake, but-

The bolt clicks into place. Its too late to take it back, now.

~

His knuckles brushed against against your knee up and down, and it would almost be soothing if it didn't cause terrible shivers to climb up your back in fistfuls until they clamped tight around your neck. Why did he have to sit next to you?? Wasn't he supposed to sit on the other side of the table?

"You know... " Without a warning, Callahan smooths his hand up your thigh and grips your leg possessively; his breath on your cheek. You refused to look at him, eyes trained to the table, the sound of your blood pumping loudly, directly in your burning ears. "I could help you faster, Y/N. Get you out of here in a day or two. You could wait in the comfort of your own home for the trial. Thats a lot nicer then this place, hm?... Could be your last chance, if it all goes badly."

Immediately your eyes widen and flash to his, a gasp from deep in your chest flying out of your mouth. "But I'm innocent!- "

Callahan smirks, that reaction telling him everything he needed to know. You were desperate. You would do anything to be free. He could charge you anything, and you would give it to him.

"Uhuh."

~

Your back hit the cold-stone, peeling-paint covered wall just before his lips sealed yours closed; his tongue delving between your lips when you gasp out of pure surprise. His hands grip your waist, pulling your body in against him, getting straight to the point. You weren't expecting him to come straight for you, to cross the room so directly without a moment of reprieve. Without a word.

You didn't have much time, though, you supposed. The guards would be back in 30 minutes, after their short 'break'.

A moan slips out of you at the feeling of this slimy mans tongue in your mouth, his warm lips forcing yours to remain open for him, his soft body against yours. The past week has been a nightmare in this place and it felt good to feel touch that didnt mean to harm, one again. Even if this man's touch made your skin crawl, even if your happiness didn't matter to him at all. You'd lie though and tell him it was a groan you made, if he asked. But you know he wont, he doesn't care.

You try not to kiss him back. Not to pull at him. Just stand there against the wall and let him have his way, and he doesn't seem to mind. Happy to have a girl that wasn't his ex wife. Happy to fuck a pussy, that wasn't his ex wive's.

~

"What do you want from me??" You ask boldly, straight to the point now. Looking the man directly in the eye through his expensive glasses that gave him a fake air of respectability. He had his hand on your thigh- what was the point of beating around the bush at this point?

Your lawyer was corrupt. You could use that.

The smirk grows on his face, like a horrible evil serpent. Like a Shakespearean monster; a wicked sorcerer, a cruel uncle, a greedy king. "I wanna get you out of trouble. What do you think?"

One eyebrow raised, you cross your arms over your chest. "Uhuh, and how do you suppose I'm going to pay for that, huh? I don't suppose you take loans, do you?"

"... " His voice lowers and grows huskier, so that the guard outside doesn't hear him, but theirs no lick of shame in his tone. Or his face. He's not-at-all embarrassed for himself- he's proud. "I suppose you're going to have to find some other way to pay me, then, sweetheart. You know, you're a pretty young woman,.. Fairly certain you know how thats done."

Of course. As soon as those words leave his lips, you narrow your eyes into a glare and swipe his hand off your thigh. "Well you'd be wrong. Get out of here, I'll get a different- "

"... Hmm... " The man doesn't flinch, just looks even more smug, and your stomach drops. "You know- I've had an offer from Julian's family, sweetheart... " As soon as that name passes his lips, your heart feels like its about to give out. Your resolve stutters. "That poor guy you, uh," the bastard shrugs. "probably used a steak knife on. It would be too easy to convince a jury that was true. Even I believe it. I mean- you're not giving me any incentive not to."

Slipping out of your seat to get away from him, crossing your arms defensively over your stomach now, you look at him like he just grew wings out of his head; horrified and baffled. Your voice is small, too, now. "I- I told you I was innocent- "

He looks up at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "The evidence tells a different story."

~

Callahan reaches behind you and squeezes a handful of your ass when he leaves your mouth alone to press deep kisses to the rest of your skin, your jaw and your neck and your collar, forcing another noise out of you; a surprised yelp.

"Shhh." He hisses, straightening up again so he can glare at you directly in the eyes, close to your face so you can feel his panting against your mouth. "Hey, dummy, if someone catches us this deal is off." His chest rises and falls against yours with his excitement, but he's laser focused. "... Understand?"

"I- I- yes."

"You better."

With a final, lingering look under his already out-of-place grey hair, he goes to unbutton his perfectly tailored pants. Taking your cue, you begin tentatively unzipping your coverall's to the bottom, the prison orange reminding you why you're doing this, and ignoring the wetness in your underwear. Was it the kiss? Was it how wrong this was? Was it how he spoke to you?? Were you just simply so screwed up that the prospect of being touched even by Him, turned you on?

It didn't matter. It was a good thing.

Before he finally slipped his painfully hard cock (You weren't the only one here with some awful, disgusting fantasies) into you he kissed you again, likely to keep you quiet. Which was a good thing because as soon as he did thrust into you, you let out a loud muffled groan; and squeezed his suit jacket tight in your fists, kissing him back sincerely with tongue.

God you were so fucked. You liked this.

And he knew it.

~

"This- this isn't fair."

Callahan scoffs, at that; a mirthless chuckle coming as he shook his head. "Life's not fair."

"I'm innocent!" You exclaim with utter earnest, once again. For the last time. He's not hearing you, no one hears you. Why wont anyone believe you!?

"... Look, Y/N." He goes back to calling you by your name instead of sweetheart, getting up from his seat and doing the button on his blazer, and your heart drops once again. You feel like you're losing your chance. He rolled his 'stiff shoulders', apparently not-at-all bothered by the situation. You don't buy it at all... do you?? He wants you, right? You have some power, don't you?? "I can see this probably isn't working out. You'll get a state lawyer in a couple days time- sorry, things move a lot slower with them." He heaves a sigh. "Oh well."

You watch as he turns his back and goes towards the door, your heartbeat fighting erratically against your sternum, and you almost let him go. You almost make the first good decision you have in a while- since Julian- but just at the last moment- you fail.

"Wait."

Fuck!

Callahan stops in his tracks, and you imagine the wicked smirk on his foul mouth before you see it, when he turns his head. "Hmm? What's that?"

"... come back.

I'll do whatever it takes."