Demogorgon X Reader

The Night

"Guys! You asked for five minutes, and it's been twenty. Get out!" Mrs Wheeler yelled from the top of the staircase, provoking groans and complaints. Chelsea secretly flipped her off.

"Good night, Mike," I said, getting on my bike and speeding off after Dustin, whose house I lived  closest to. 

"See ya, Dustin!" I called out to him as I turned down my street. My house was dead quiet, as my parents had gotten home from their shifts, even dad, and had conked out as soon as they got home. My brother was at a friend's house, probably staying up all night playing video games. I slipped quietly through the house and got ready for bed without waking anyone, and finally went into my bedroom. As usual, the demogorgon was on the roof by my window. I wasn't sure how he got up there, or how he kept so quiet. 

"Did you talk about the- the Mind Flayer?" He asked, with a distasted note. 

"Yeah. I think we've got a plan. I mean, it's probably gonna fail, but we never know."

"So, when are  you going to do it? I could help, if you needed me to."

"It's tomorrow. At ten. Tonight, I was thinking we could have some fun," I said, stuffing my jacket in the crack under the door, for soundproofing. 

"Sounds fun," the demogorgon replied, with a seductive tone.

"I hope so."

I slid off my shirt, and he wrestled me to the bed, as I shed the rest of my clothes.

"It's been a bit since the last time, huh?"

"Yeah, and I sure as hell missed it. Fuck you, Mind Flayer!" He said,  running a hand down my side and grasping my thigh. I writhed in response, wrapping my legs around his hips, savoring over the way they curved. 

"Fuck me, daddy," I hissed, Pulling him in so our bodies touched. The demogorgon leaned backwards slightly and entered me. I wasn't a virgin, so it didn't hurt much, but I had to bite my tongue to keep from being loud. He leaned back and thrusted forward again, bringing on a new explosion of ecstasy, and I couldn't surpress a quiet moan. 

"Fuck yeah," he moaned, the next thrust even harder than the first. 

"This is even better than I remember," I wrapped my arms around the demogorgon's shoulders and shoved our bodies together, holding him tightly as the waves of ecsasty got stronger with each second. 

"Ah- oh fuck..." I moaned, and it took all my self control to keep my moans and curses from waking my parents up; the sensations were so strong they felt they were going to kill me. My eyes rolled back, a small scream escaped me as the climax struck us like a battering ram, even the demogorgon gave and ending stream of curses that were dangerously loud. Then it was quite, the silence buzzed in our ears, uninterrupted except by our breathing.

"Y/N," the demogorgon said after a long moment of silence, "You're strangling me. Loosen up."

"Oops. Sorry," I laughed. 

"It's fine, you just nearly crushed the life out of me just after we had the best time of our lives."

Now that the climax had worn off, I was too tired to even laugh. We lay there silently, the demogorgon's body on top of me keeping me from getting cold as my consciousness slipped. In the morning, when my alarm went off, the demogorgon was gone and the window closed. I hope I didn't act weird when I was getting ready for school.