Comfort Character Oneshots

Allan

' tags ' : allan red/fem reader, mature content, work setting, coworkers, sexual tension, hate sex, enemies to enemies with benefits?, dub-con

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You heaved a sigh, staring down at the huge stack of paperwork that awaited you. The work day was almost over, and yet you had barely worked through half of the tasks you hoped to finish before leaving. Charlie had already gone home, and Pim had left to retrieve some snacks and drinks for the two of you, while you essentially worked overtime. Getting louder, you could hear the tapping of annoyingly familiar footsteps. Your face tinted red as you locked your eyes onto your papers. "Allan," you said sardonically, "shouldn't you be at home?" He stopped in his tracks and cocked his head slightly.

"Well, someone has to clean up around here-uh," he droned, beginning to sweep the floor around you. Your cheeks darkened a bit further, feeling yourself starting to become annoyed, which was almost unavoidable in the presence of Allan, your ever-pedantic coworker. "Are you saying I don't pull my weight around here? Because I'd be HAPPY to enlighten you with everything I've taken responsibility for this month." "Well, someone's having a bad day today-uh," he teased, knowing it was only going to further irritate you. His patronising tone made your already worn temper intensify, along with the warm feeling in your abdomen. It was Friday, you were so tired and angry at everyone, you needed to get it all out. Your mind drifted to the possibility of weekend parties, relaxing with TV, and lying down on the couch. These thoughts slowed your breathing back to an almost calm rate. "I really can't deal with this today, Allan. Just clean up and go home, seriously."

He outstretched a long finger and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. You immediately shoved his arm away, infuriated by the way he was patronising you. Couldn't he see you were just tired and needed to go home. You could barely even think straight after being so buried in your work all week long. "Get your fucking hand off me, asshole. You have five seconds to get out of this room." Your e/c eyes flashed with anger, not wanting to be treated as his inferior for another minute. You finally stood up and slammed your chair back into its place, causing the entire room to shake as various appliances rattled back and forth. He narrowed his eyes at the loud noise. "Please don't cause such a disturbance, especially not in the room I've so carefully stocked and organised-uh." You were so close to forcefully shoving him back, just to shut him up.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to disturb the delicate genius of Sir Allen Red! How dare I not let him talk down to me on the clock!" You were so close together, your face only a few inches from his, and you were a bit intimidated that he was taller than you, to be honest. The air felt hot with your argument, you couldn't cry in front of him, but you were so overwhelmed that you felt angry tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn't let him win. Just as your mind was racing for a cutting sentence to throw his way, he grabbed you by the back of your head, roughly taking a handful of your soft h/c hair into his fist. For a moment, you worried he was actually going to slam your head against the table and start a physical fight, although that didn't seem like him at all.

Using the leverage he now had against you, he jerked your head towards his and forced you into a rough kiss. He had a steel grip on your hair and there was no way you could break free of it without intense pain. Reluctantly, you stayed frozen and let him continue to shove his tongue down your throat while using his free hand to grope you up and down, caressing the curves of your body. Part of you wanted to shove him off of you once again, but you found yourself wrapping your hand around him and scratching your long nails down his back, then back up again. His breath hitched a little, but if anything, he tightened his hand around you, focusing on feeling the curve in and out of your waist. He moved lower, groping your ass, which caused you to gasp, allowing him to kiss you even harder.