#yandere tom hanson x reader

[reareaotaku]

Please Love Me

Summary: You don't drink, because you know you always make stupid choices and that's what you did tonight Word Count: 3,449 Pairings: Yandere! Tom Hanson x Reader TW: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Tease Tom, Thigh Riding [Male Receiving], Orgasm Denial, Slight Angst, Blowjobs/Handjobs, Creampie, Drunk Reader, Friends w/ Benefits [I know I have a 21 Jumpstreet account, [@21jumpstreet-x-reader] but it's not very popular :( which is sad, because I love the show]

At first, you declined the drinks, but there was nothing worse than being the only sober person with a bunch of drunk people. One drink turned into two and two turned into five. You didn't know when it hit, but after taking a shot, your mind started to gush.

The room was spinning and you couldn't make out faces. You could hear people talking to you, but you weren't listening to them. In fact, your mind was else where. You were thinking about visiting someone.

You knew you shouldn't, you were co-workers, but you knew you wouldn't be able to make it home. Not in the condition you were in. He was close, you had been to his apartment before. In those fleeting moments where you both were more than co-workers. You didn't want anything committed, in fear of it getting inbetween your job, but it was hard to keep away.

He made it hard to leave or stay away, because everytime he touched you, your skin burned. You loved the way he felt against you and his breath down you neck. He must have liked the arrangement too, because he suggested you both be friends with benefits. When the bedroom door closed, you could have fun, but when they open, you're just co-workers again. On paper it was nice, until he decided that he didn't actually like it and gave you an ultimatum.

'If you want to keep messing around, I want to date you. I really like you, Y/n and I want our relationship to be something outside of sex.'

You shivered when his words came back to you. You liked Tom, but you didn't want to put yourself out there for a pretty boy. You didn't know if he was home or if he was still at the office, but it was worth a shot. The voice telling you this was a bad idea was getting lighter and lighter, until you could no longer hear it.

You lightly knocked on his door, a part of hoping you he wouldn't answer. You knew if he didn't you would just go home. There was silence and you turned to leave, but the door opened.

"Y/n."

You froze, your mind not agreeing with your body.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine-" You quickly swished around to see him.

He was hanging outside of his door, looking at you concerned. You looked down at your hands, your eyes dropping and your body slouches. He quickly caught you before you fell and brought you into his apartment. He lays you on the couch, before laying a hand on your forehead. His frown deepened, before you push your way to sit up.

"I'm fine." You grab his hand, pulling him in, "You're so pretty-"

He chuckles and you frown, letting go of him.

"I should go home. I shouldn't be here," You tried to get up, but he pushes you down. You glare up on him, "What the hell-"

"Oh, don't be like that, Y/n." He scoots your body back, so he can sit on the edge. "Are you thirsty?"

You giggle, grabbing his arm and pulling yourself up, leaning your chin on his shoulder, "Extremely~."

"What do you want to drink?" He was either a really good actor or he was clueless on your intentions. He was probably just ignoring your advances in fear of falling into your seductive nature and regretting it tomorrow.

"You," You walk your pointer and middle finger across his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" He decides to humor you a little. "Maybe if you're good, you can get some."

You pull yourself onto your knees, leaning on him, "I can be good."

He smirks, pushing some hair out of your face, "Oh, can you?"

"Mhmm," You hum, closing your eyes, before yawning.

"Tired, yeah?"

"No, I can go-" You look towards the door, your mind trying to convince you to leave so you don't not only embarrass yourself further, but also so you don't do something you'll regret.

"No." He grabs your wrist, pulling your chin to look him in the eyes, "Stay. Here, lay down. I'll be right back."

He forces you down and you decide to take the time to look around his living room. It wasn't anything special; It was definitely a room of a bachelor male. It was rather plain and boring when you thought about it.

He hadn't changed it since the last time you had been here. You looked over at the coffee table, your mind going to when he had you pounded up against it as he pounded into you. You remember the sound of his balls smacking against you and the sound of your cum mixing and swishing. You blushed a dark red, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts.

You feel your eyes slowly start to close, before a bottle is thrown at you.

"Catch."

You glare at Tom, as he sheepishly smiles, realizing he said it to soon. He sits at the edge by your feet, looking up at you.

"So."

"So." You look away from him, trying not to let the slutty thoughts consume your mind. You wanted him to do dirty things to you, but you knew he wanted more than that. More than sex. You guessed you should be greatful that he wanted you for more than sex. Grateful that he has fucked you all around his apartment and he wants to be in a relationship with you, but you were scared of being vulnerable.

"I'm sorry."

He looked over at you confused. You were worried that maybe your words were to slurred and he didn't understand you, but he did hear you.

"You're sorry? For what?"

"For leaving... You know- When you said it's either me or you have to leave." You push yourself up in a sitting position, avoiding eye contact with him. "I guess I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what? Me?"

You sigh, "No! Well," You bite your lip, "No... I'm not scared of you persay... I'm scared.... you'll you know." You finally looked at him and he was looking at you, expecting you to finish your statement. You groaned, rubbing your forehead. You tense up and look away from him again, "of being..... uh, vulnerable?"

You hear him chuckle and you blush out of embarrassment and glare at him.

"What's so funny?"

"I mean... Well, I'm vulnerable with you and yet you ignore me at work, go out of your way to avoid me-"

"Okay. I get it, I'm a terrible person."

"I'm not saying that." He pulls in closer to you, "But- I love you, Y/n and nothing you do will ever destroy these feelings. Even if you are a bitch to me."

You make eye contact with him. He's so close and that's when it happens. He kisses you. Well, you wouldn't really call it a kiss, but your lips were touching. When he finally pulled away, there was saliva connecting your mouths together. He was quick to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands went to the back of his hair, tangling into his hair.

He could kiss you forever. He loved you more than anything and god he wished you shared those feelings. He enjoyed when you both went undercover together, especially if you posing as a couple. Though, when you went undercover, but not 'together' he'd get so angry when seeing guys hit on you.

You were to pretty for guys like that. Also, they were just immature high school boys who could never please you like he does. He wanted to bash their heads in with a brick; Thankfully, he was always able to shake those thoughts off before they got too loud. He just wanted you so bad and sometimes he was willing to do anything to have you.

You were his air and he needed you to breath. But, even went those thoughts, he needed to back off so you could breath. You leaned back, your stomach twirling and your legs squeezing tighter. Your breathing was heavy, but Tom was ready to go again, so he shoved his head into your neck and started to kiss your neck to your shoulders.

You groaned, tightening your fingers into his hair. You push him in forward, as he groans in your ear. You pull up your leg, your thigh dragging on his crotch and you can feel him harden.

"God, you're already hard? Were you hard before or after I showed up?" You tease, brushing his hair with your fingers. God, it was so soft and pretty.

You hear him laugh, but he doesn't answer you. Instead, he continues to push his crotch into your thigh and he slowly rocks back and forth. You smirk to yourself, before deciding to help him out; You move your leg up and down, causing him to loudly moan. It made you excited that such a pretty boy was so turned on by you. It was empowering.

You felt him speed up his thrusting and you knew he was about to cum and you pulled your leg back. He quickly glares up at you, a heavy frown overtaking his face.

"What the hell, Y/n."

"What? You thought you could get off before me? That's not fair."

"Oh, you want to get off? I'll get you off." He quickly picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He opens a door, before slamming your back against the door, slamming it shut; His lips are quick to connect with yours. The kiss is sloppy and messy, feeling rushed, like he's kissing you for the last time.

You're thrown onto his bed, bouncing back a little. You hear some clothes russle and you can only assume he's stripping. You freeze for a second, realizing that you were really about to have sex with him, again. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling you he wasn't having sex with you if you didn't want to commit.

"Are you going to strip or do you want me to help you?"

You roll your eyes, but slowly unbuttoning your blouse, before throwing it across the room. You turn around, arching your back, "Can you get my bra, Thomas?"

You feel the bed dip, before feeling his fingers lightly graze your back and then a click. He then snakes his arms around your back, squeezing your now free tits and leaning his chin on your shoulder. You bite your lip as he squeezes and gropes your breast. One of his hands plays with your nipple, pinching and flicking it.

You lean into his chest, moaning, your hands gripping into his shoulders. You hear him chuckle as your nails dig into his skin and you just wanted him to fuck you already. Although, he seemed intent on teasing you.

"Tom- Please," You lightly beg, pushing your ass against his crotch.

"What baby? What do you want?"

You groaned, not knowing how to tell him what you wanted. You knew he would tease you if you asked him to fuck you.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me what you want, why don't you put that mouth to use and suck me off?"

Your brought down to his knees, his cock smacking against your cheek. You looked up at him, his hair messy and all over, some of the strands covering his face. God, if he wasn't so hot, you wouldn't be on your knees for him.

His dick was nice, thick and lean. It curved at the tip, which was once a nice pink, but now was a painful red. He had some light blue veins running up his cock, but they were probably showing because he was painfully hard. He had a nice brown, almost black, bush covering his balls that was groomed enough where you could still see said balls.

You pushed your hand up and down his cock, before lightly licking his tip. His slit was already leaking precum and you dragged your finger across it before sticking your finger in your mouth. You look up at him, as you suck on it, before popping it out of your mouth.

"Oh, come on. I know you can do more than that."

You smirk, thrusting your hand up and down his shaft, before finally stick his cock in your mouth. You lightly bobbed your head up and down, slurping up the precum that leaked out through his tip. You swirled your tongue around his cock, dragging it up and down, before popping his cock down your throat.

Your hand continued to work on the base of his cock, moving quickly. He was loudly groaning as you stuck his dick back inside your mouth. Your hands went to his balls, playing and feeling them up. You lightly massaged them, which caused Tom's eyes to roll back. God, moments like this enabled his delusions of dating you. You were to good and there was no way he was going to let another man have you.

He was a pretty man and you had told him that multiple times. Why, woman had been at his feet for as long as he can remember. He always fought with his exs, but he would never fight with you. He might get mad at you, but then he'd remember how good the sex is and he would get over it. Don't get him wrong, he loves you for multiple other things, [Ex. personality, your passion, etc] but god the sex was definitely a plus.

He's brought back to reality when he hears the slurping of you sucking his cock like a lollipop. His groans turn into moans as his hands grip the back of your head and he thrusts deeply inside of you, hitting the back of your throat. You were quick to grab his thighs, hoping to control the speed, but Tom was to far gone.

He quickly thrusted, before his legs began to spasm and he pulled out his cock, cumming all over your face and into your throat. His cum covered your face and when you touched your face, it stretched out. God, you felt so sticky and gross. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his pasty, translucent cum. Some of the cum leaked out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and Tom couldn't imagine anything hotter. It really instilled in his mind that you were his and no other man could take you like this. They could try over his dead body, but they would never be him.

You swallowed what you could, still trying not to choke on the massive load. You look up at him, glaring, upset that he had gotten off before you, especially when you denied him before. Though, if there was one thing about Tom, is that he always got what he wanted. Maybe that's why you were with him now.

Tom helped you up, before pushing you on the bed. You groaned as he crawled on top of you.

"God, Tom, you're already hard again?" You taunt, not expecting him to respond.

"With your body it's hard not to."

You blush at his words, quickly looking away from him, but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed. Well, actually, you look really pretty when you're blushing, but I might be bias." He kisses your cheek, before reaching down to his cock and grabbing it, before slowly grazing your entrance.

He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, as he goes down to your ass. He slowly pushes his tip inside of your pussy, painfully slow.

"Oh, don't tease me Tom, please-"

Did you know you made him crazy? Did you know that you made him want to do bad things to you. God, you filled his mind like a drug and he couldn't stop himself and he couldn't let you down.

He thrusted into you deeply, causing you to moan, surprised. His nails dig into your ass as he slowly thrusts inside you, creating a nice rhythm. His room filled with the echos of his heavy balls smacking your ass. He looked down, which he shouldn't have done, nearly cumming right then when seeing his dick imprint filling your stomach. Not to mention when he pulled out, a thin ring of cum covered his base.

Your stomach twisted and turned as he quickened his pace, causing the bed the shake and hit the wall. You could hear the squeak of the wall, barely covering up your moans.

"Uh, yeah, yeah- Uh!"

"Oh, Y/n~ Y/n~ Ugh. Mmm, mmm, ugh."

"Fuck- Oh, fuck yeah! Ahh! Yes Yes YES!"

The twist inside of you finally popped. He could feel your gummy walls squeezing him, before finally feeling your walls gushing as you cum all over his dick. He begins to quickly thrust inside of you, chasing his high, as it slowly becomes sloppy, until he finally cums inside of you.

When you felt him cum inside, your eyes widened when realizing you hadn't asked him to not cum inside or to even put on a condom. You groaned, mad that you let your lust cloud your judgement. It was fine, you'd just get some plan B tomorrow.

Tom watches as his cum, along with yours, leaks out of you. He could feel himself slowly harden again inside of your warm pussy, but when he saw your tired face, he knew that he wasn't about to get a round two. So instead, he pulls you in close, big spooning you, while still keep his cock inside of you.

You groaned, feeling him harden, but then his dick softens inside of you. You had been scared for a few seconds that he was going to go again, but when he pulls you into a cuddle, your fear quickly diminished. You leaned into him, accepting his affectionate, even though you knew you'd regret not leaving tomorrow.

---

You awoke with a banging headache. You didn't remember what had happened last night, but you were sure it wasn't good. You turned your head, your eyes going wide when seeing a familiar face. He looked surreal in his sleep and you wanted to reach out to touch him, but you were scared you were going to wake him. You slowly got out of the bed, only to be startled when seeing yourself naked.

You rushed to pick up your clothes, trying not to wake him. It must have been your unlucky day, because he was staring at you, confused when you had your back turned.

"Where are you going?"

You practically froze, hoping that maybe he would go back to sleep or he'd pretend he doesn't see you.

"You know I can see you, right?"

God, could he read your mind? You put on a smile, before turning towards him. "I'm hungry."

He hums, pulling off the blankets, before stretching out his back. There's a few cracks and he pushes himself out of his bed. He scratches the back of his neck and looked over at you with hooded eyes.

It was weird to you that he was butt ass naked, yet he was acting like he was fully clothed. It almost made you think he was narcissistic or maybe egotistical.

"Yeah... I'll make something. What do you want?"

"It's fine-"

"No. Don't leave." He goes towards his dresser, grabbing some clothes and you watch him, feeling strange, "I can't believe you were going to leave before I woke up. Not even a 'Fuck You'."

You feel a sting of guilt at the pain in his voice. "I just wanted to get something to eat."

"Sure... If you say so. Like I said, I'll make something."

You go to the bed, sitting at the edge, "Okay. I'll wait here."

You were lying. You were going to leave, but you weren't about to admit it. And the way he looked back at you, his eyes a little sadden at waking up to you trying to leave broke your heart.

"You won't leave?"

"Not until you kick me out."

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Girl with a Pretty Boy

Summary: Tom & Y/n are set on a Blind Double-Date, but instead of having chemistry with his date, Tom seems to have his eyes on his pretty friend.

"Blind date? I don't need a blind date." Brooker rolled his eyes, before taking a drag on his cig. "Why aren't you taking your little friend- Uh, Penhall."

"He has a girlfriend-"

"Really? Him?" Brooker hummed in curiosity. "I never would have thought."

Tom rolled his eyes, "Do you want to come or not?"

"Is she pretty?"

"How would I know? It's a blind date," Hanson groaned, tired of this. He wouldn't have to be doing all this if his date hadn't had a friend. Hell, he didn't even want to go on the date; He only did it to get out of the house. "So, yes or no?"

"You know what, Hanson? I'll go."

Hanson was surprised, in fact he had thought Brooker would say no. Though, maybe it was a sign? No, this could never be a good sign. Not with Brooker.

---

Tom was surprised when he saw Y/n sitting with a girl, which only caused him to groan. Tom had no idea that Y/n was his blind date's friend. If he had known, he swears he wouldn’t have brought Dennis Brooker. That idiot didn’t deserve a girl like you, Tom did!

"Damn, I thought she was going to be ugly. I'm glad I decided to come."

Tom was starting to wish he didn't come, too.

"Oh, Hanson, what a surprise," You reached out your hand, causing Tom to quickly shake it.

"Oh, Y/n, you know you can call me Tom."

"I didn't know you knew Tom, Y/n."

"All Law Enforcement meet each other at one point or another."

Brooker sat down, popping on his elbows, "You're a cop?"

"DA."

"Ah, you get those bastards out of jail."

"Everyone deserves a decent defense, even the guilty. That's the law."

"Yeah," He takes a swig of his drink, "But, it's like you guys are saying we can't do our jobs."

You chuckle, eyeing your friend, "Well, when you don't, it does make my job easier."

----

Tom tried paying attention to his date, he swears he did, but he kept getting dragged by your conversations. It was getting intense and he was starting to sense some tension. If there was one thing Brooker was good at, it was pissing people off.

"Doesn't Internal Affairs deal with dirty cops?"

"Well, yeah, but they're not real cops."

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head, leaning on your hand. "Not real cops?"

"Cops aren't supposed to break the law."

"They do all the time and they get away with it. You must not be very high on the IAB podium or you'd know that."

"Excuse me?" He got closer to you, intimidatingly.

You straightened up, "I don't understand what your problem is."

"I have a problem with you giving a bad name to cops."

"A bad name? I don't have to do that. They do it to themselves."

Tom could see Dennis' hand twitch and he quickly swerved the conversation.

"So Y/n, why DA instead of Prosecutor."

Your friend groaned. She had noticed the way that Tom was looking at you.

"Um, well... You know... I've always been good at finding loopholes," You turn to your friend as she whispers in your ear.

You look at her, before nodding your head. You turn to the males, before looking for the waitress.

Your friend yawns, "You know, it's getting late. We should be heading out. Let's get the check. Where is that waitress?"

-----

You fiddled with your purse, annoyed at the dinner. Who did that Dennis guy think he was? You felt a hand grab your shoulder, and you grabbed his hand and twisted it, before dropping it and realizing it was just Tom.

"Sorry, Tom. I thought you were...Well, someone else."

"I'm sorry... You know," He tilts his head back towards the restaurant, "For Brooker. He's a.... You know, hard-ass."

"He's something alright," He smiles, before holding out his hand, "How about I drive you home?"

"No, it's fine. I'll take a cab."

"You'd rather get into the car with a stranger than with a cop you know?"

"I'm sure your date could use a ride, pretty boy."

He smiles, looking down at your hands, "Well, I was hoping for a different date tonight."

"Are you hitting on me, Officer Hanson?" You point at his chest and he grabs your hand.

"And if I am?"

"Well, I'd ask where's your car, Lover Boy?"

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Boy [Drabble]

Summary: Why do you always make Tom's life hard?

There was a groan and then there was a huff. Tom begrudgingly peaked open his eyes, before yawning. He felt around his bed looking for something... or someone; His eyes widen and he quickly looked around his now empty room. Where was Y/n?

You swifty gulped the juice, before throwing away the bottle. You sighed before, stretching your arms and back. Without warning you felt two arms wrap around your waist and pull you close.

"What's got you up?" Tom leaned his chin on your shoulder, before kissing your cheek.

"I was thirsty. Is that a crime officer?"

He hums, ignoring you, "So, are you coming back to bed?"

You side-eye him, wondering if maybe you should play with him a little. "I'm kinda missing my bed."

Without missing a beat, he responds, "My bed is your bed."

"Mmm, I don't know," You lean into his chest, bringing your hand up to his face, as your nail slowly goes down his cheek, "I love the.... familiarity of it."

You feel his grip tighten around your waist, "Why are you being so mean?"

You grab his hands, raking them off of you, "Oh, please Tom. We're just friends."

Tom backs away from you and you turn around to face him. He was leaning on his kitchen island counter, his arms crossed, "Just friends?"

"That's what I said. I'm glad you cops know how to hear and comprehend words."

"Do you sleep with all your friends?"

"Just the pretty boys," You fiddle with his hair, before pushing his forehead. You move past the male, heading back to the room. Before you reach the hallway, you turn back towards him, "So are you coming, Pretty Boy?"

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Lady

Summary: Your favorite co-worker offers you a ride.

The room was dark and the only light was coming from your lamp. Your eyes dropped as you leaned on your hand, trying not to fall asleep. Your head leaned forward before you jolted back up. You groan, before rubbing your temples.

"Y/n, what are you doing still here? It's late."

You look up to the voice, a little foggy, "Paperwork." You yawn, as you lean back in your chair, trying not to fall asleep.

"How are you going to get home?"

"I was going to take the subway-"

Tom bends over to look you in the eyes," In your condition? You'll fall asleep before you make it underground. I'll drive you home."

"No, it's fine." You yawn again, your eyes, slowly drifting, "I'll be.... I'll be fine..."

"Yeah, no. I'm taking you home."

----

"Nice car," You remark, observing his air freshener, which was a pair of dice. "Retro," You say, gesturing towards them.

"My ex got it for me."

"I don't really keep anything my exs give me," You lean on your arm, letting the wind blow in your face to try and keep yourself awake.

"Sometimes you kind of get stuck with it."

You nod, "Yeah. Take a right here. I get that," You turn to him, "But even if I did, I wouldn't keep it where I can see it unless I missed them."

He chuckles, "You sound jealous."

You laughed a little, your head bobbing a little. "There's nothing to be jealous of," You remark, leaning your head on his dashboard.

"How long have you been up?" He said, pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex.

"Couldn't sleep last night. So much noise... Friday night parties."

"You do live right next to a main high way."

"No.... College kids. NYU... a few blocks away. They're not usually loud, but... You know... Holidays," Your sentences became shorter as you slowly drifted to sleep.

"Do you want me to take you to my place?"

There was a moment of silence, before he lightly shook you, and you straightened up, "No, it's fine.... Walk... Stairs... No, elevator... Quick. So tired... Knock out... the couch."

"Yeah, I'm taking you to my place. I don't trust that you'll make it to your apartment."

---

Tom parked his car, before turning towards you, but from the looks of it, you were knocked out. He lightly grabbed your bicep, softly rocking you, but you didn't wake up. He takes out his key, before opening his door, shutting it, and going to your side.

He opens the door, quickly grabbing you when you nearly fell out. He pushes his hands towards your knees, before picking you up princess-style.

He takes you to his apartment, softly shutting the door with his foot. He goes to his bed, lightly placing you on his bed, covering you, before heading towards his living room. Tom goes towards his closet, grabbing some extra blankets and pillows before setting up a spot on the couch.

----

You felt the light hit your face and burn into your eyes. You quickly sit up when realizing you weren't in your room. You look around the bedroom, before going to the curtains and closing them. You rub your head, trying to remember what had happened last night. You had been so tired, it was all a blur.

You slowly open the bedroom door and looked down the hallway, before spotting a light coming from the living room. You slowly walk towards it, surprised when you see Tom.

"Morning, Sunshine."

The male looks towards you, cracking a smirk, "Did you sleep well, Sleeping Beauty?"

"Peace and quiet was nice," You yawn, "College guys were celebrating because one of them got straight A's for the semester. They're usually pretty chill."

"You were knocked out like a rock," He chuckles.

"Yeah. They've been at it all week. Haven't been able to get any sleep. Slept in my car during lunch."

"Aww, you poor thing," He jokingly mocks, raising his hand towards you to caress your cheek. "You're always welcomed to stay with me."

"How charming," You roll your eyes, "Besides, it's not a big deal. Kids like partying."

"Young and free. No parents to tell them no."

"Yeah. You know Tom," You look over at him, making direct eye contact, "Thanks... You know... For letting me stay."

"Like I said, you're always welcome here. I mean it."

"Thanks Tom. I appreciate it."

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Masterlist

Updated: 9/20/23

Tom Hanson

Tom Hanson Headcanons Pretty LadyPretty Girl w/ Pretty Boy Pretty Boy

Doug Penhall

Doug Penhall Headcanons

Harry Truman [H.T.] Loki

N/a

Judy Hoffs

N/a

Dennis Brooker

Pretty Girl w/ Pretty Boy

Captain Adam Fuller

N/a

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Tom Hanson Headcanons

Oh, you got yourself a charmer [Lucky you]

He's a massive flirt, but I promise you he's loyal

He's a loving and affectionate person, so you can imagine he wants hands on you at all times

^ With that in mind, he would try and bend you over a desk or such because the man has no problem doing you in a public place [Plus he likes the thrill]

If someone threatened you, then they must have a death wish

He's very protective, maybe it's the cop in him that wants to protect people, especially you

He's obsessive and wants to know what you are doing/where you are/your plans/ who you're with/ etc

He would prefer if you didn't leave the house without him

He loves you very much and if you ever get hurt, no matter how small, he'll freak

^ He'll want to stay home and take care of you

^ You'll have to really bargain to get him to go to work

^He keeps calling

^ If you don't answer, he'll use it as an excuse to come back home

You have a tough one on your hands

At least he's cute

[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

I will never be able to top this. I think this is the only Tom Hanson x Reader smut/nsfw on the internet, especially a yandere version. You're welcome

Please Love Me

Summary: You don't drink, because you know you always make stupid choices and that's what you did tonight Word Count: 3,449 Pairings: Yandere! Tom Hanson x Reader TW: Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Tease Tom, Thigh Riding [Male Receiving], Orgasm Denial, Slight Angst, Blowjobs/Handjobs, Creampie, Drunk Reader, Friends w/ Benefits [I know I have a 21 Jumpstreet account, but it's not very popular :( which is sad, because I love the show]

At first, you declined the drinks, but there was nothing worse than being the only sober person with a bunch of drunk people. One drink turned into two and two turned into five. You didn't know when it hit, but after taking a shot, your mind started to gush.

The room was spinning and you couldn't make out faces. You could hear people talking to you, but you weren't listening to them. In fact, your mind was else where. You were thinking about visiting someone.

You knew you shouldn't, you were co-workers, but you knew you wouldn't be able to make it home. Not in the condition you were in. He was close, you had been to his apartment before. In those fleeting moments where you both were more than co-workers. You didn't want anything committed, in fear of it getting inbetween your job, but it was hard to keep away.

He made it hard to leave or stay away, because everytime he touched you, your skin burned. You loved the way he felt against you and his breath down you neck. He must have liked the arrangement too, because he suggested you both be friends with benefits. When the bedroom door closed, you could have fun, but when they open, you're just co-workers again. On paper it was nice, until he decided that he didn't actually like it and gave you an ultimatum.

'If you want to keep messing around, I want to date you. I really like you, Y/n and I want our relationship to be something outside of sex.'

You shivered when his words came back to you. You liked Tom, but you didn't want to put yourself out there for a pretty boy. You didn't know if he was home or if he was still at the office, but it was worth a shot. The voice telling you this was a bad idea was getting lighter and lighter, until you could no longer hear it.

You lightly knocked on his door, a part of hoping you he wouldn't answer. You knew if he didn't you would just go home. There was silence and you turned to leave, but the door opened.

"Y/n."

You froze, your mind not agreeing with your body.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine-" You quickly swished around to see him.

He was hanging outside of his door, looking at you concerned. You looked down at your hands, your eyes dropping and your body slouches. He quickly caught you before you fell and brought you into his apartment. He lays you on the couch, before laying a hand on your forehead. His frown deepened, before you push your way to sit up.

"I'm fine." You grab his hand, pulling him in, "You're so pretty-"

He chuckles and you frown, letting go of him.

"I should go home. I shouldn't be here," You tried to get up, but he pushes you down. You glare up on him, "What the hell-"

"Oh, don't be like that, Y/n." He scoots your body back, so he can sit on the edge. "Are you thirsty?"

You giggle, grabbing his arm and pulling yourself up, leaning your chin on his shoulder, "Extremely~."

"What do you want to drink?" He was either a really good actor or he was clueless on your intentions. He was probably just ignoring your advances in fear of falling into your seductive nature and regretting it tomorrow.

"You," You walk your pointer and middle finger across his chest.

"Oh, yeah?" He decides to humor you a little. "Maybe if you're good, you can get some."

You pull yourself onto your knees, leaning on him, "I can be good."

He smirks, pushing some hair out of your face, "Oh, can you?"

"Mhmm," You hum, closing your eyes, before yawning.

"Tired, yeah?"

"No, I can go-" You look towards the door, your mind trying to convince you to leave so you don't not only embarrass yourself further, but also so you don't do something you'll regret.

"No." He grabs your wrist, pulling your chin to look him in the eyes, "Stay. Here, lay down. I'll be right back."

He forces you down and you decide to take the time to look around his living room. It wasn't anything special; It was definitely a room of a bachelor male. It was rather plain and boring when you thought about it.

He hadn't changed it since the last time you had been here. You looked over at the coffee table, your mind going to when he had you pounded up against it as he pounded into you. You remember the sound of his balls smacking against you and the sound of your cum mixing and swishing. You blushed a dark red, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts.

You feel your eyes slowly start to close, before a bottle is thrown at you.

"Catch."

You glare at Tom, as he sheepishly smiles, realizing he said it to soon. He sits at the edge by your feet, looking up at you.

"So."

"So." You look away from him, trying not to let the slutty thoughts consume your mind. You wanted him to do dirty things to you, but you knew he wanted more than that. More than sex. You guessed you should be greatful that he wanted you for more than sex. Grateful that he has fucked you all around his apartment and he wants to be in a relationship with you, but you were scared of being vulnerable.

"I'm sorry."

He looked over at you confused. You were worried that maybe your words were to slurred and he didn't understand you, but he did hear you.

"You're sorry? For what?"

"For leaving... You know- When you said it's either me or you have to leave." You push yourself up in a sitting position, avoiding eye contact with him. "I guess I'm scared."

"Scared? Of what? Me?"

You sigh, "No! Well," You bite your lip, "No... I'm not scared of you persay... I'm scared.... you'll you know." You finally looked at him and he was looking at you, expecting you to finish your statement. You groaned, rubbing your forehead. You tense up and look away from him again, "of being..... uh, vulnerable?"

You hear him chuckle and you blush out of embarrassment and glare at him.

"What's so funny?"

"I mean... Well, I'm vulnerable with you and yet you ignore me at work, go out of your way to avoid me-"

"Okay. I get it, I'm a terrible person."

"I'm not saying that." He pulls in closer to you, "But- I love you, Y/n and nothing you do will ever destroy these feelings. Even if you are a bitch to me."

You make eye contact with him. He's so close and that's when it happens. He kisses you. Well, you wouldn't really call it a kiss, but your lips were touching. When he finally pulled away, there was saliva connecting your mouths together. He was quick to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands went to the back of his hair, tangling into his hair.

He could kiss you forever. He loved you more than anything and god he wished you shared those feelings. He enjoyed when you both went undercover together, especially if you posing as a couple. Though, when you went undercover, but not 'together' he'd get so angry when seeing guys hit on you.

You were to pretty for guys like that. Also, they were just immature high school boys who could never please you like he does. He wanted to bash their heads in with a brick; Thankfully, he was always able to shake those thoughts off before they got too loud. He just wanted you so bad and sometimes he was willing to do anything to have you.

You were his air and he needed you to breath. But, even went those thoughts, he needed to back off so you could breath. You leaned back, your stomach twirling and your legs squeezing tighter. Your breathing was heavy, but Tom was ready to go again, so he shoved his head into your neck and started to kiss your neck to your shoulders.

You groaned, tightening your fingers into his hair. You push him in forward, as he groans in your ear. You pull up your leg, your thigh dragging on his crotch and you can feel him harden.

"God, you're already hard? Were you hard before or after I showed up?" You tease, brushing his hair with your fingers. God, it was so soft and pretty.

You hear him laugh, but he doesn't answer you. Instead, he continues to push his crotch into your thigh and he slowly rocks back and forth. You smirk to yourself, before deciding to help him out; You move your leg up and down, causing him to loudly moan. It made you excited that such a pretty boy was so turned on by you. It was empowering.

You felt him speed up his thrusting and you knew he was about to cum and you pulled your leg back. He quickly glares up at you, a heavy frown overtaking his face.

"What the hell, Y/n."

"What? You thought you could get off before me? That's not fair."

"Oh, you want to get off? I'll get you off." He quickly picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He opens a door, before slamming your back against the door, slamming it shut; His lips are quick to connect with yours. The kiss is sloppy and messy, feeling rushed, like he's kissing you for the last time.

You're thrown onto his bed, bouncing back a little. You hear some clothes russle and you can only assume he's stripping. You freeze for a second, realizing that you were really about to have sex with him, again. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling you he wasn't having sex with you if you didn't want to commit.

"Are you going to strip or do you want me to help you?"

You roll your eyes, but slowly unbuttoning your blouse, before throwing it across the room. You turn around, arching your back, "Can you get my bra, Thomas?"

You feel the bed dip, before feeling his fingers lightly graze your back and then a click. He then snakes his arms around your back, squeezing your now free tits and leaning his chin on your shoulder. You bite your lip as he squeezes and gropes your breast. One of his hands plays with your nipple, pinching and flicking it.

You lean into his chest, moaning, your hands gripping into his shoulders. You hear him chuckle as your nails dig into his skin and you just wanted him to fuck you already. Although, he seemed intent on teasing you.

"Tom- Please," You lightly beg, pushing your ass against his crotch.

"What baby? What do you want?"

You groaned, not knowing how to tell him what you wanted. You knew he would tease you if you asked him to fuck you.

"Well, if you don't want to tell me what you want, why don't you put that mouth to use and suck me off?"

Your brought down to his knees, his cock smacking against your cheek. You looked up at him, his hair messy and all over, some of the strands covering his face. God, if he wasn't so hot, you wouldn't be on your knees for him.

His dick was nice, thick and lean. It curved at the tip, which was once a nice pink, but now was a painful red. He had some light blue veins running up his cock, but they were probably showing because he was painfully hard. He had a nice brown, almost black, bush covering his balls that was groomed enough where you could still see said balls.

You pushed your hand up and down his cock, before lightly licking his tip. His slit was already leaking precum and you dragged your finger across it before sticking your finger in your mouth. You look up at him, as you suck on it, before popping it out of your mouth.

"Oh, come on. I know you can do more than that."

You smirk, thrusting your hand up and down his shaft, before finally stick his cock in your mouth. You lightly bobbed your head up and down, slurping up the precum that leaked out through his tip. You swirled your tongue around his cock, dragging it up and down, before popping his cock down your throat.

Your hand continued to work on the base of his cock, moving quickly. He was loudly groaning as you stuck his dick back inside your mouth. Your hands went to his balls, playing and feeling them up. You lightly massaged them, which caused Tom's eyes to roll back. God, moments like this enabled his delusions of dating you. You were to good and there was no way he was going to let another man have you.

He was a pretty man and you had told him that multiple times. Why, woman had been at his feet for as long as he can remember. He always fought with his exs, but he would never fight with you. He might get mad at you, but then he'd remember how good the sex is and he would get over it. Don't get him wrong, he loves you for multiple other things, [Ex. personality, your passion, etc] but god the sex was definitely a plus.

He's brought back to reality when he hears the slurping of you sucking his cock like a lollipop. His groans turn into moans as his hands grip the back of your head and he thrusts deeply inside of you, hitting the back of your throat. You were quick to grab his thighs, hoping to control the speed, but Tom was to far gone.

He quickly thrusted, before his legs began to spasm and he pulled out his cock, cumming all over your face and into your throat. His cum covered your face and when you touched your face, it stretched out. God, you felt so sticky and gross. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with his pasty, translucent cum. Some of the cum leaked out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and Tom couldn't imagine anything hotter. It really instilled in his mind that you were his and no other man could take you like this. They could try over his dead body, but they would never be him.

You swallowed what you could, still trying not to choke on the massive load. You look up at him, glaring, upset that he had gotten off before you, especially when you denied him before. Though, if there was one thing about Tom, is that he always got what he wanted. Maybe that's why you were with him now.

Tom helped you up, before pushing you on the bed. You groaned as he crawled on top of you.

"God, Tom, you're already hard again?" You taunt, not expecting him to respond.

"With your body it's hard not to."

You blush at his words, quickly looking away from him, but he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Aww, don't be embarrassed. Well, actually, you look really pretty when you're blushing, but I might be bias." He kisses your cheek, before reaching down to his cock and grabbing it, before slowly grazing your entrance.

He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, as he goes down to your ass. He slowly pushes his tip inside of your pussy, painfully slow.

"Oh, don't tease me Tom, please-"

Did you know you made him crazy? Did you know that you made him want to do bad things to you. God, you filled his mind like a drug and he couldn't stop himself and he couldn't let you down.

He thrusted into you deeply, causing you to moan, surprised. His nails dig into your ass as he slowly thrusts inside you, creating a nice rhythm. His room filled with the echos of his heavy balls smacking your ass. He looked down, which he shouldn't have done, nearly cumming right then when seeing his dick imprint filling your stomach. Not to mention when he pulled out, a thin ring of cum covered his base.

Your stomach twisted and turned as he quickened his pace, causing the bed the shake and hit the wall. You could hear the squeak of the wall, barely covering up your moans.

"Uh, yeah, yeah- Uh!"

"Oh, Y/n~ Y/n~ Ugh. Mmm, mmm, ugh."

"Fuck- Oh, fuck yeah! Ahh! Yes Yes YES!"

The twist inside of you finally popped. He could feel your gummy walls squeezing him, before finally feeling your walls gushing as you cum all over his dick. He begins to quickly thrust inside of you, chasing his high, as it slowly becomes sloppy, until he finally cums inside of you.

When you felt him cum inside, your eyes widened when realizing you hadn't asked him to not cum inside or to even put on a condom. You groaned, mad that you let your lust cloud your judgement. It was fine, you'd just get some plan B tomorrow.

Tom watches as his cum, along with yours, leaks out of you. He could feel himself slowly harden again inside of your warm pussy, but when he saw your tired face, he knew that he wasn't about to get a round two. So instead, he pulls you in close, big spooning you, while still keep his cock inside of you.

You groaned, feeling him harden, but then his dick softens inside of you. You had been scared for a few seconds that he was going to go again, but when he pulls you into a cuddle, your fear quickly diminished. You leaned into him, accepting his affectionate, even though you knew you'd regret not leaving tomorrow.

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You awoke with a banging headache. You didn't remember what had happened last night, but you were sure it wasn't good. You turned your head, your eyes going wide when seeing a familiar face. He looked surreal in his sleep and you wanted to reach out to touch him, but you were scared you were going to wake him. You slowly got out of the bed, only to be startled when seeing yourself naked.

You rushed to pick up your clothes, trying not to wake him. It must have been your unlucky day, because he was staring at you, confused when you had your back turned.

"Where are you going?"

You practically froze, hoping that maybe he would go back to sleep or he'd pretend he doesn't see you.

"You know I can see you, right?"

God, could he read your mind? You put on a smile, before turning towards him. "I'm hungry."

He hums, pulling off the blankets, before stretching out his back. There's a few cracks and he pushes himself out of his bed. He scratches the back of his neck and looked over at you with hooded eyes.

It was weird to you that he was butt ass naked, yet he was acting like he was fully clothed. It almost made you think he was narcissistic or maybe egotistical.

"Yeah... I'll make something. What do you want?"

"It's fine-"

"No. Don't leave." He goes towards his dresser, grabbing some clothes and you watch him, feeling strange, "I can't believe you were going to leave before I woke up. Not even a 'Fuck You'."

You feel a sting of guilt at the pain in his voice. "I just wanted to get something to eat."

"Sure... If you say so. Like I said, I'll make something."

You go to the bed, sitting at the edge, "Okay. I'll wait here."

You were lying. You were going to leave, but you weren't about to admit it. And the way he looked back at you, his eyes a little sadden at waking up to you trying to leave broke your heart.

"You won't leave?"

"Not until you kick me out."