stranger things imagines.

the virgin (NSFW)

POSTED ON: scoopsahoy

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You sat on your couch watching Jeopardy and answering the questions to yourself. You were on a roll, having gotten every question except one correct so far.

You had your arms crossed over your chest, your eyes falling on your thighs. You looked at your body for a second before getting up and walking to your room, standing in front of the mirror.

You were mostly happy with your body, a bit insecure about the areas with a bit more fat, but you'd gained more confidence since you started dating Steve.

You guys hadn't been dating long, maybe a month. You hadn't done anything remotely intimate, other than when he kissed you.

You initially denied his proposal to be his girlfriend. He asked why, and you went on a tangent about how you didn't look like the other girls in Hawkins, and you didn't think he'd like your body.

He said that was ridiculous, and that he wouldn't be asking you out if he didn't think you were attractive. He went on to say that he thought you were one of the most beautiful girls in the town, then corrected it to "the entire world". You blushed and laughed, changing your mind.

Since then, you'd been hanging out at his house.

But today, he was coming to your place. You had on a pair of jeans and a plain, long-sleeve, black shirt. You played with your hair a bit, and you were scanning your body in the mirror when the doorbell rang.

You took a deep breath and walked to the door, pulling your sleeves up a bit.

You saw him standing with a bouquet of sunflowers, a small smile on his face. You returned the smile and chuckled.

"You got me flowers?"

He looked between the bouquet and you, before clearing his throat.

"You said your favorite flower was the sunflower, so I figured I'd get you some."

He handed them to you and you sniffed them, causing your smile to widen.

"Thank you," you said. "Come on in."

He stepped through the door and stood a bit awkwardly before you led him to the kitchen. You could feel his eyes traveling down your body to your ass as he followed you, making you bite your lip.

You turned to him after putting the flowers down on the counter.

"I have Jeopardy on if you're interested in watching."

"In there?" he asked as he pointed to the living room.

"I could put it on in my room if you want."

"Okay," he said.

He followed you to your room, which was upstairs. You closed the door once he entered, and he looked around.

Your room was a light shade of yellow, a few posters and awards hanging on the wall. Your comforter was red, and your sheets and pillowcases were plaid with blue and green.

"What?" you asked when he didn't say anything.

"Nothing. It's just not what I expected."

"What'd you expect?"

He shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea."

You chuckled before flipping the TV on, changing it to the same episode of Jeopardy you were watching downstairs. You sat down on your bed, leaning against the headboard. He did the same after kicking his shoes off.