Your P.O.V.
Your eyes scan the plain white wall while you lay on your bed thinking of the last episode of stranger things. You couldn't even cry anymore you were just in shock.
A soft knock hits the door.
"Hey," nick says in a soft tone, "hey," you say back.
"What's going on?" He asked walking over to your still body, you didn't bother looking at him.
"Just...chilling.." you whispered, barely paying attention to anything other than the blurred images of the characters faces.
You felt nicks warm hands glide up your thigh and he sits beside you, pressing his plumb soft lips against your neck.
Closing your eyes you forget about the show and paid attention to his hand making way to your breast. You pull his hand back and sit up, "what's wrong?" He asked, his warm eyes makes you blush a little. "Nothing I just..." you draw off and he lays you down beside him.
You run your hands through his dark hair and pull him close once his lips found your neck again.
"Nick?" You say softly, "hmm.." he groans in a sexual tone.
You push yourself more onto him, gripping his t-shirt and gasp at his bulge rubbing against you. "Fuck" you moan and you can feel his smile creep onto your skin.
"Let me?" He asked with innocent eyes; his hands already creeping underneath your sweats. "Mmhmm" you nod shyly. He kisses your lips and presses you close.
