Demogorgon X Reader

Umm... Hello El... *_*

All day I lay in wait for the time to pass. I must've seemed pretty out of it because Mike kept on asking me why I was being so distant, and Chelsea jump-scared me. But my mind kept wandering back to the night before, how attractive the demogorgon was, and how unnatural it had felt to be turned on by this particular individual. As much as I thought it was a wrong thing, the demon in my mind was ruling my mind at that time, and all I could think of was that it was a Friday, which meant mom and dad would go to bed early and get up late, and that the demogorgon had stricken me as super fucking hot. I couldn't wait. 

I treaded as silent as a shadow down the sidewalk, avoiding lit houses and street lights. That would be pretty awkward if someone drove by or looked out their window and happened to see me sneaking along wearing nothing but a bra and my PE shorts, but it wasn't like I needed to be dressed heavily. I knew a shortcut to the portal in the woods, but it went right by Mike's house. It would make for some pretty fun explaining if Mike caught me sneaking around half naked in his backyard. Fortunately, most of the lights were off, but I could hear faint voices coming from the base of the house. The boys were at it in D&D again. I crept around the yard without any problems and made it into the woods. 

By then I had become pretty familiar with that route through the woods to the Wheeler house, if not comfortable with it. I didn't have any sightings of the Mind Flayer, as I had tagged the ominous, shadowy monster after looking through a D&D manual and relating it to original game piece, but I had given up on wondering what kind of voodoo it was stirring up. I slunk in throught the front door and let myself into the basement.

"Hello there," I said to the demogorgon, who was messing with something in a dark corner.

He turned at looked at me as I walked down the staircase. 

"Hey Y/N. Interesting outfit," he commented. 

I bit my lip although I wasn't sure the demogorgon knew what it meant. 

"I didn't think I would need to wear much," I replied. 

I seized his wrist and backed him against the wall beside the couch. 

"Those kinds of things can... Get in the way."

"Oh really?" He sounded surprised, but I was sure there was something kinky about his voice. Pinning him down on the couch, I began by sliding my hand under my bra, but before I could pull it off, the demogorgon reached out and grabbed my hand. 

"No."

A wave of awkwardness washed over me. Maybe it was just my own kinkiness, and the demogorgon wasn't as turned on as I thought he was. But then...

"I'll do it."

He finished my motion of taking the bra off, then slid off my shorts. I was completely naked. I decided to begin a bit more PG by just making out and escalating from there. I lay down on his chest and wrapping my arms around his neck. We locked mouths, all the while running our hands up and down each other's bodies. My core slickened as I rubbed by hand across his abdomen and up his chest. The demogorgon slid his hand under me and began to rub his hand across my chest, paying extra attention to my tits. I squirmed hornily and gave a muted moan. Then, smiling devilishly, I spread his thighs with mine and began grating him. The demogorgon had an errection within seconds.

"What a naughty girl," he teased.

"Getting frisky with daddy."

"Teach me not to be sassy then!" I retorted. 

With an arch of my back, I thrusted him up my pussy.  The demogorgon hissed and dug his fingers into the couch. There was a ripping noise, and white fluff began to spill out of the gashes in the cushions. I bit my tongue against the sharp pain my partner's rod brought. He was somewhat large for me, and it was even more painful when he tore through my hynem, but then who needs virginity anyways?

I pulled off a few inches before slamming back on again.

"Oh my god!"

A new, stronger wave of ecstasy flooded over us; the demogorgon tipped his head back with a gasp. 

"Aaaughh you're so tight!"

I hugged his midsection madly and began thrusting, accompanied by a succession of moans and curses. I could feel a steady pressure building up inside of me, and the demogorgon's cock was noticeably swelling up; each thrust brought a stronger hit of pleasure than the last. Then I gave a thrust and-

"AAaaaUHHhhaA!! Nnnnrrg, oh fuck yes!"

Stars exloded before my eyes as we came in unison, the wash of pleasure feeling strong enough to kill me. 

Bang!

The basement door swung wide, hitting the wall. Had Mike somehow seen me and followed me? I snapped out of it in a second. It wouldn't make explaining to Mike why I was having sex with his supposedly dead nemesis any easier if I was still on an orgasm. But no, it wasn't Mike. The intruder's hair was too short, and they were wearing an oversized coat. Then the demogorgon finished climaxing and noticed the third presence. 

"What the hell?"

Then they began to descend the steps. At the bottom, the person stopped and pointed at us. 

"Bad."

And then I recognized the voice. Mike had described it to me. It was Eleven. 

Oh shit.

She didn't look that happy, either, and I didn't assume that being on the bad side of a powerful telekinetic was a great idea. 

"What are you doing down here?" I asked.

Eleven pointed at the demogorgon.

"Him."

Meaning, she probably heard both of us and came down to see what was going on. I was still awkwardly crouching over the demogorgon, who looked like he was trying to become a part of the couch. It made sense, seeing as Eleven was the one disintegrated him a few months back, or at least, that's what Mike had told me. I got off the couch and stood to one side. Eleven scoured us both with her burning scowl before staring the demogorgon in the face. 

"You," she growled.

"You were dead." 

He didn't reply, instead standing up. 

"Where is the portal?" Eleven held both of us in her glare. 

"H-Hawkins Lab?"

"No. The other one."

"In the woods?"

"Take me there."

That seemed to satisfy her, so she then focused on the demogorgon. 

"You will die."

"No, no! He's not an enemy anymore!" I stepped into Eleven's line of sight. 

"When you first killed me, I was being controlled by- another mind. In the act of killing me, you broke his connection with me," he explained.

Eleven raised an eyebrow.

"What I mean is, killing me one time is enough." 

Eleven didn't seen to be paying any attention to him. 

"Controlling mind?"

"I guess you could call it that..."

"I've seen it." 

"Where?

Eleven hesitated. 

"Right above."