Gojo Imagines

You Were Made For Me

It was always late when he came to you. He left you alone in the day. Let you wander the halls of his home alone. Watching from afar as you checked each room you passed. Looking at the large number of books you had. Some seemed to be hundreds of years old. You always seemed so surprised and interested in his collections. But he knew you would fear him, would scream and run if he came to you during the day. Instead, he would seek you out when you were asleep. When you couldn't see him, see them being his.

It had gotten late. You had spent the day in the garden. Looking at the wall that surrounded the castle, the ones the kept you locked in. Gojo knew you were trying to get out, looking for any weakness in the castle walls. It was cute, thinking even if you found some weakness he would simply allow you to leave. He's never let you leave now that he's had a taste of you. Having you every night as you slept. Unknowing, only waking up with some soreness to hint at what happened.

You were so beautiful while you slept. Looking so peaceful, relaxed, not the fear you seemed to have while awake. While you roamed the halls, jumping at any small noise. Fearing it was him. If only you could be like this while awake. So sweet, so soft and willing. Your body reacted so well to his touch, to his body.

Gojo towered over your sleeping form. Watching as your chest rises and fall. You were beautiful like this. He just couldn't control himself when you were so vulnerable next to him. One of his hands came to caress your chest. Feeling your breast, he couldn't help the moan that escaped his mouth at feeling your body. The thought that this was all for him, that you were all for him made him crazy. He needed you, needed you now and all the time. Gojo crawled onto the bed. Laying next to you. Supporting himself with one arm as he moved the arm from your breast to snake between your legs. Feeling your clothed warmth. His hands pushed your nightgown up. Feeling the soft skin that became exposed. Your soft thighs, plush and fun to grab at. Then he noticed your panties. They were one of the pairs he had gotten you. For so long you refused to wear most of the clothes he left for you. Choosing to just wear what you had, washing your clothes every day. It seemed getting rid of and to shred those clothes that night worked. Now you in the clothes he got, the ones he so wished to see on you.

While you laid there, completely unaware of what he was doing, of what he was going to do. Gojo tugged your panties to the side, letting his fingers play with your folds. Finding your clit and circling it. Watching as you let out a breathy moan. Even unconscious you still enjoyed his touch. He loved to watch you respond so well to him. Watching as you got closer and closer to finishing. Letting out those soft moans. All for him to enjoy, all because of him.

You were getting closer, he could tell. The way your muscles tighten, your body moving more. Gojo was lucky you were a heavy sleeper, also lucky you never realized on some night he would sneak in crushed sleeping pills into your water. It was so easy to then have his way with you. Your body was his toy, he wished you'd be more accepting of him when you were awake. As your body was getting closer, he dipped two of his long slender fingers into your entrance. Keep his thumb on your clit. Trying to get you closer, as well as stretch you. Get you ready for his size. A louder moan made it clear you had cum. Feeling your wall convulse against his fingers. It was the sweetest thing to watch you finish on him. Removing his fingers he dipped his head down. Getting a taste of your cum. Groaning at the sweet taste. Gojo was addicted to your taste, truthfully he was addicted to everything about you. But while you laid there so sweet for him was his favourite. Unexpecting, needing his protection and help, needing him.

Once he had his taste, Gojo moved to get on top of you. Taking a moment to admire your sleeping features before lining himself up and pushing in. You were always so tight, no matter how much he warmed you up for him. Your walls squeezed his length, welcoming him in. It was hard for Gojo to have any self-control with you, especially when he entered you. It was pure bliss for him. Even if he wasn't human, he still enjoyed these human activities. But the animal and monster were still inside of him. Fighting to come forward. Gojo's human nature may be making love to you as a way to get closer to you. To indulge in your body. But his other side, his other side had a purpose for this. Gojo needed to breed you. To fill you with him inhuman seed. All he wanted to do was to watch as you are bigger and bigger. Then you couldn't fear him, couldn't run when you thought he was near. No, you would need him to teach you to raise the hellspawn that would come out of this union. The thought of you being fully his drove him wild. His tenderness was gone as he began to fuck you at a rapid speed. Only stopping to move your knees to your chest. Allowing him to go as keep as possible.

All he wanted was to fill you like all those nights before, Fill you over and over until you were finally pregnant. Till you finally realized why you were here, realized you were his. His thrusts were getting faster and more desperate. Gojo couldn't help himself. The thoughts running through his head were driving him mad. A reminder he isn't fully man, he isn't human. Leaning his head down to the crook of your neck, planting kisses to your skin as an attempt to level himself out. Though as he felt himself about to cum, all he could do was bite into you. Sure to leave a mark that would frighten you tomorrow morning. A few more snoopy thrusts and begin to fill you up. "Yes, that's it. Take it all." Was all he could moan against your skin.

Gojo wished he could just lay there forever. Not have to move, go again and again, but he knew your mortal body could only take so much. Letting himself go soft, he removed himself from you. Watching as his cum leaked out of you. Using two of his fingers to finger it back into you. Watching as you jerk a bit from the sensitivity. Making sure none went to waste.

Leaning down to kiss your forehead before leaving the room. Looking forward to watching you trace over the bite with your fingers in the mirror tomorrow. The confusion and fear on your face will be adorable. As much as he wishes to make himself properly known to you, it would be best to wait until he had properly bred you.