Happy Hour (Chris Tyson X Reader)

Chapter twelve

Y/N's POV *Minor smut warning*

Chris and I have been watching movies all day. Horror movies, funny movies, romance movies, and many more. At that point my head was pounding from eye strain. "Can I have a kiss?" I pouted, looking over at him. "Aw, does my darlin' want a kiss?" He leaned over to kiss me, plopping his hat down on my head. "I can wear this?"
"Course' ya can, I got lots more in my closet." He was excited to show me his huge hat collection. My jaw dropped once he opened the door, there were a few clothes but the closet was mostly filled with hats. They ranged from trucker hats, to baseball caps, fedoras, and even a few cowboy hats. He had a lot more than I expected, "How long did it take you to get all of these?"
He shrugged, "This one right here I got when I was 14." He pointed to a gray and white baseball cap.
I started to look around his room. There was a huge PC set up, big desks and another flat screen TV. His bed had gray and red blankets with black pillows. I moved a few steps back, running and jumping high in the air before belly flopping onto his bed. He giggled, doing the same thing and flopping down on top of me. "Chris, I can't breathe!"
"Are you saying I'm fat!?" He picked up one of his pillows, whacking me in the back with it. "Don't start a war you can't finish." I grabbed the other pillow, holding it in front of me as a shield. "Fight me, come on!" He puffed his chest out. "I'll do more than that." I tackled him from behind, pushing him down on the bed. I pecked his lips a few times. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, holding my head in place while he kissed me back. I sighed deeply and laid my head on his chest. "Everything alright?"
"Perfect." I mumbled.

"Come onnnn! Come here!" He tightly held my hand, leading me back into the living room. "Cover your eyes." I sat down on the couch, doing as he said. "Don't peek!" He shuffled around the room a bit. I heard him take a deep breath, "Okay, open." He placed a medium sized box in my hands. "You didn't have to get me anything.."
"Open it!" I ripped up the gold and pink wrapping paper, revealing a shoe box underneath. I gasped softly as I opened the box. "Air Jordans?"
"So we can match!" I sat the box next to me, standing up to hug him. The shoes were beautiful, they were pink and white with a little bit of black.

"Try them on." I sat back down, taking off the current shoes I was wearing. "I tried to get them a little bigger, so you could wear them for a while. I mean, if you want. You don't even have to wear them." They were a bit big like he said, but I love them. "Of course I'm going to wear them, I love them." I stood up, walking around to see how they felt. "Thank you so much, Chris." I hugged him again, kissing his cheek. "Ya know... Valentine's Day is coming up." He winked, a smirk plastered on his face. "It is, but I want you to promise not to spend a ton of money on me."
"How much do you consider a ton?"
"$50, at most." He rolled his eyes in response. "That's nothing."
"It's a lot to me. Maybe not to your rich ass, but to me it is." I giggled. "I'm not rich." He shot back.
"Come here, dork." I pulled him closer to me. "Who're you calling a dork, nerd?"

I poked at his sides, making him flail around and break out laughing. I kept going, tickling all over his sides and torso. "Stop!" He could barely choke out in between his laughter. He wrapped his body around me, holding my arms against my sides to prevent me from tickling him. He attacked my neck and cheeks with kisses, his beard tickling my face as he did so. He finally let me go, both of us panting and trying to catch our breaths.

He fixed me a plate of pasta along with some garlic bread for dinner. He even fried up some turkey and chicken for Remy to have, which he happily scarfed down. "Baby, I'm tired." I mumbled against his neck, placing a few kisses. "Let's go lay down." He picked up our plates, walking over to the sink to start washing them. "I had something else in mind." I stepped up behind him, letting my hands roam over his torso.
"Oh, really?" He turned around, picking me up and sitting me down on the counter next to the sink. He placed both of his hands firmly on my thighs, kissing my neck while he did so. "Mmm." He bit down harshly, making me gasp. I started teasing him, gently brushing my hand against his cock.
"Don't tease me." He growled against my ear. "What are you gonna do about it?" He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing harder and harder every few seconds. My body started shaking, my head becoming fuzzy. I could feel the tears about to spill from my eyes, but I could only focus on the feeling taking over my body. I was on the brink of consciousness, barely being able to hear anything. He let go, the blood rushing to my head again leaving me with a high and blurry haze.

Chris's POV

Her eyes were glossy and brimmed with tears once I let go of her throat. "Was that too much, babygirl?" She shook her head, staring blankly off into space. The guilt was building up, I was terrified that I hurt her or pushed things too far. I held her against my chest, "I'm sorry, darlin'. I'm sorry." I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. I picked her up, holding her as securely as I could and making my way to the bedroom. I sat her down on the bed, still trying to apologize. "It's okay." She rubbed my face, rolling over on her side to get comfortable. I scooted up next to her, pressing my chest against her back and pulling the blanket over us. "I-I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't, I'm okay. I was just so close to passing out, it was overwhelming." I held her as close as I could. Before I could reply, she had already fallen asleep. "Goodnight, I love you."