the director yells cut for your kiss scene with actor!gojo but he pretends he didn’t hear them— he just pulls you closer, holds you tighter, kisses you deeper
the director gives you both a few more seconds before yelling out the cue again, and this time satoru actually does pull away; with glossy, kiss-bitten lips and a lopsided grin to accentuate his expression. he hums in content, his eyes never leaving yours, hands still gripping onto your love handles hard enough for his fingers to leave indents in your skin
“oops, hehe. didn’t realize the scene ended,” he says, moving his thumbs in small circles over your waist before he’s letting you go entirely and taking a step back. his eyes rake over your form— the way your chest is still rapidly rising and falling with every labored breath, the small part in your lips as you stare back at him with a dumbfounded expression of your own
satoru can’t help himself then— he licks his lips slowly, tongue darting out to slide over his lower lip, getting another taste of you. he hums. “sweet.”
your boyfriend gets very protective when it comes to the paparazzi. based on the zendaya and tom holland clip with the paps ;)
wc: .6k
tags: small drabble! fluff! I heart protective gojo!!
"you almost ready baby?"
"mhm just getting my purse!"
you grab the handbag your using for tonight, and meet your boyfriend in the living room. your steps slow down once you spot him on the couch. and oh, does he clean up nicely. the crisp black suit fitting him perfectly, emphasising his wide shoulders and slim waist.
he stands up, walking towards you, eyeing your dress from top to bottom, "mm, might just have to cancel our dinner baby, your killing me." his hands come up to squeeze your waist, trailing down to rest on the top of your bum.
flustered from his words, you let out a giggle, "toruuu, cmon this place looks so nice!"
"mhm ok, ok baby." he lays a kiss under your ear, not wanting to mess up your makeup.
he leads you out of his penthouse, down to where the car is waiting for you both. and of course, chivalry is never dead with satoru, making sure to open the car door for you, giving you a hand to help you in.
"thank you baby," you give him a light kiss on the cheek when he sits down, holding his arm to your chest while the driver takes you to the restaurant.
gazing out the window, your lost in your thoughts when you hear satoru mutter a curse under his breath.
you squeeze his arm, "you ok toru?"
"how are the fucking paps already here, jesus christ, can't have one fucking night." he mutters lowly, and you see the flash of the cameras as the car slows down.
you stroke his arm, trying to give some type of comfort, "it'll be ok, its not like they're allowed inside, we just have to get through the door."
when the car pulls up to the from of the restaurant, gojo leans down to you, "you don't let go of my hand ok? stay behind me." you give him a nod, and he squeezes your hand.
the door isn't even that far away, but with the flashes, the shoving, and yelling, it suddenly feels miles away.
satorus leading you through, when one paparazzi shoves you hard, making you stumble and let go of his hand. within seconds you lose sight of your boyfriend, the crowd of cameras overwhelming you.
satoru immediately notices your lack of touch, neck breaking to look back for you. he doesnt even know how the paps were able to swarm around him in the matter of seconds. it doesnt matter though. he completely towers over them, able to spot you instantly.
"y/n!"
he calls for you loudly, shoving cameras and people out of his way, tunnel vision set on you, and you alone. and oh is he pissed.
"get the fuck back! NOW!"
you feel a hand grab your arm firmly, making you yelp automatically, until you spot who it belongs to, relaxing instantly,
" 's ok, I got you."
he shoves back through the crowd again, grip almost bruising, until you both reach inside.
he turns back to you, hands cupping your face, "hey hey, you ok? you hurt?" hes almost bent in half to keep in your line of sight, eyes scanning your face, sensing your still shaken up.
you give him a nod, but your eyes keep frantically looking at the surroundings.
"words baby, need to hear you."
"mhm, we need to- our reservation," you try and shift towards the hostess, but satoru blocks you from moving, "look at me." and when he uses that voice, you have no choice but to obey.
you immediately make eyecontact with him, hands resting atop his, "i'm ok toru, promise. was a bit scared but im ok now. I just want a drink." you give him a shy smile, but he takes it nonetheless.
"ok baby, lets get you a drink." he strokes your cheek kissing your forehead, before leaning back up to his full height, and facing the hostess for your reservation.
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a/n: hi!! I have like no motivation rn, but this was fun so I hope you guys enjoy!! love that clip sm they're my faves!! did not check grammar lollls.
note. let’s hope this breaks my writer’s block 🙂↕️
actor!gojo who is absolutely loving the entire enemies to lovers thing you’ve got going on, he feels like he’s in a wattpad whenever you mumble out an atrocious insult directed towards him—you’re so obsessed with him. ( he’s delusional )
actor!gojo who purposely slips up during a kiss scene, just so he can feel your soft lips against his just one more time, oh, and he adores the way you shamelessly gawk him—he knows he’s fine. ( fine shyt! )
actor!gojo who loves teasing you in front of fans, he loves the way your face heats up and a small pout etches your face with every subtle touch of his fingers. call him crazy but.. that’s gotta mean you’re down bad, right?
actor!gojo who isn’t really acting during that one cheesy scene in the movie, getting down on one knee with an expensive ring in his hand that the director let him pick out. he’s already planned out his entire wedding with you, because, why wouldn’t you wanna marry him? cocky little shit.
actor!gojo who entertains fan theories whenever he comes across them. a speculation you two might be dating? retweet. a poorly photoshopped image of you two kissing that he definitely didn’t make himself and post on his alt account? repost.
actor!gojo who constantly yaps about you to his friends in the movie, and in real life. suguru will wake up to 9 new messages at 3AM, all of them consisting of satoru whining about how mean were to him during rehearsal and just how sexy you looked while doing it. suguru sends him an 800 word paragraph threat that he can and will block him if he speaks another word. nanami unfortunately woke up to quite a few messages from gojo.
actor!gojo who, despite the teasing and annoying little shit he is, is quick to dismiss uncomfortable questions during your interviews. who are you currently interested in? none of their fucking business. ( what a gentlemen! )
actor!gojo who wants to go shrivel up in a hole and die on and off acting because you had to kiss another man for the plot. so what if you aren’t together? he still has all right to be jealous! and throw hands with the actor. but woah, who would do that? not him.
actor!gojo who got caught liking one of your posts from 2 years ago, except he’s the one to text you instead of you texting him, because he’s so smug ( embarrassed ) that he definitely doesn’t give a shit that he was caught. satoru: so u wanna slide tho?
actor!gojo who has became a certified loverboy even after the movie’s over, constantly bombarding you with messages. you thought he was being polite at first, until the messages just kept coming and coming and oh boy, he would not shut up.
Actor!Gojo has to film his first ever sex scene and he’s nervous, good thing his girlfriend is there to encourage him.
Notes: F!reader, established relationship, fluff, healthy communication, anxiety, and humor. So unedited.
Up until now all Satoru’s done is action films and a couple of comedies, romance films weren’t his style.
So other than a few awkward on screen kisses, he’s never had to do anything intimate.
But this movie was a huge deal with hundreds of people running around in the studio, and even though he had modesty garments on, he still felt naked.
“You pinky promise you won’t be jealous or upset about it? Maybe they can get my body double…” Satoru was slumped against you, arms hugging your middle while you stood between his legs.
“Baby this is your job. There’s nothing sexy about doing these scenes, they’re going to be directing you the entire time. But if you feel uncomfortable, then you shouldn’t do it. You have my full support.”
“Will you stay and watch?”
“Do you want me to?”
He nodded against your abdomen, “I’m the only one in the main cast that hasn’t done a sex scene so I wanna do it but I don’t want to do it alone.”
You hum and kiss his head, “Technically you’re not alone, but I understand. I’ll be right off to the side holding your robe, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Hey I’m serious, there’s nothing wrong with not wanting to do this. Your contract says you don’t have to do the intimate scene if you don’t want to. Plenty of actors never need to and it won’t change your skill. If anything, saying no increases your integrity because you’re putting down a boundary.”
“Can you see if Shoko’s out there? I think I should talk about it with her.” He knew Shoko, the assistant director, would have his back. They’ve worked on several projects together, one of them including the current director: Kento Nanami.
“Of course, I’ll flag her down.” You kiss his forehead and leave but you’re met face to face with shoko when you open the door to his dressing room, “Hey Toru, speak of the devil. I was just about to see if you were around, Shoko.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, Gojo rarely needed anything, a big perk of working with him. “Is everything alright, Gojo?”
“I don’t think I want to have fake sex with Yuki on camera anymore.”
You facepalm and sigh, “There’s so many other ways to word it and you went with that?”
“Okay no big deal, we’ll get your double ready but we’ll need your voice for the scene. Sound okay?”
“It’s that easy?”
“Well yeah, your double’s already on set from the jump scene earlier this morning. You can get dressed, we don’t reuse the garments so just toss them. Heads up though, Kento will probably want you to come in a little early on Friday to record the sound bites for the sex scene.”
A heavy breath left Gojo’s body in relief, “No one’s mad or anything?”
Shoko laughed at him a little, “No, no one’s mad. For this sort of thing it honestly doesn’t matter if it’s you or the double physically. Kento doesn’t mind either way, plus your contract has that stipulation for this exact reason.”
“Oh, then I can go home?”
Shoko confirmed and left with a wave of her hand to make arrangements. “You handled that well, baby. I’m proud of you for communicating your needs.”
Gojo’s cheeks went pink, “I don’t understand how people do it, I feel like it’s too much exposure.”
“Everyone just has a different comfort level, nothing wrong with that.”
“I guess so. Just freaks me out.” He stood up and pecked your lips before dropping his robe, “You’re the only one I want to see me naked anyway.”
“Oh my god just go get dressed so we can get dinner!” You shook your head and hung up his robe in a rare moment of silence.
The quiet didn’t last long, though, because Satoru yelled from the connected bathroom: “You know you love me!”
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----You are a makeup artist on the series jjk. One of the best in the business in fact! 'Gojo, the best actor alive' is the bane of your existence, a complete nepo baby in fact! It amazes you how full of himself he is, -and how much he just cannot sit still!
AUs: Actor Au!
Rating: SFW
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"You get to work with the Saturo Gojo!" Your mother of all people spoke excitedly over the phone. The Gojo's were big in the entertainment industry, if the movie has a Gojo in or involved with it, people tend to know it's going to be a good movie. Actors, Directors, stunt doubles, if a Gojo was on it, it was popular. It was such a huge opportunity; people were desperate to get the name involved with them. "You better make a good impression- and get a picture with him for me!" She added on, “my baby, the head makeup artist.” She cooed over the phone, you smiled and rolled your eyes at the affection.
It was the third day in set and Gojo would be there! Finally done shooting the school club scenes and a hospital scene. “Yes mom, I know.” You shook your head, “I have to go now, don’t wanna be late.” You told her, you two said your goodbyes. Grabbing your bag, you were out the door an hour early.
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“Somebody call Gojo’s manager!” The director shouted angrily. His face might as well have been red while he stood there impatiently gritting his teeth.
“We can’t get through to Gojo’s manager, sir.” An Assistant stepped forward hesitantly. Meanwhile you stood their awkwardly, next to a tired looking Megumi, another actor one who has worked on three movies prior with this guy.
Megumi scrolled on his phone in the makeup seat. A cup of coffee beside him as he yawned. “Didn’t get enough sleep?” You asked with a smile. He shook his head.
“Itadori wanted me to play a couple games with him last night.” Megumi smiled a bit, a look that he had been caught. Still he didn’t even try to deny it. “It’s fine, im use to staying up late.” He yawned tiredly through his words.
Megumi was a younger actor, yet he had these eye bags you fought almost desperately against with concealer. He wasn’t the largest name but he was a pretty popular actor. Acting since he was just a kid, his first and breakout role was beside Gojo himself. The Gojo that was late right now. Yeah, turns out you didn’t have to get here an hour early… on the bright side, you did manage to get  acquainted with one of the best special effects teams in the industry right now. And a very sweet stunt double for Megumi. Turns out, Gojo didn’t have one since his stunts were pretty tame compared to everyone else’s.
Either way, production was on hold because of said man who was an hour- almost two hours late. Meanwhile, while Megumi almost fell asleep in his makeup chair- Itadori was buzzing with Anxiety.
Not yet having his makeup done, he had eye bags as well- they were way worse then Megumi’s. “Did you get any sleep last night?”
“I’m going to be working with Saturo Gojo!” He blurred out with a dumb grin on his face. You just shook your head. You would’ve scolded the boy if you hadn’t been buzzing the was he was prior to leaving your house. Either way, you patted his unkept hair and began to work on his makeup. It was a Sukana scene and you made really nice, easy too apply temp tattoo of his markings in your fear time.
If it saved you time on set it was worth it. “Still, don’t drag Megumi down with you. The poor boy looks like he’s a second away from passing out.” You commented with a sigh.
“Megumi! We need you on set!” The director shouted over you making you jump a little at the suddenness of it all.
You sent a smile to Itadori and hope he didn’t realize you fucked up the makeup on his second set of eyes. You were a professional…!
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Gojo was two hours late when he arrived on set. Waving away the directors complaints he plopped his ass on your makeup chair and waved to the awestruck cast and assistance. He hadn’t been to the area where the school scenes were being shot, so he used the opportunity to go to a restaurant he had been eyeing since his plan landed, sue him.
The director fumed behind him as he scrolled on his phone. “Where’s makeup?!” The director shouted finally- finally Gojo was here and makeup was gone? Absolutely not! This movie wouldn’t be a disaster. The director already had people complaining about the adaption already- apparently he wasn’t staying true enough to the original source material.
One of your makeup artists stepped forward. “Y/N had to take a call…” she smiled awkwardly, the director just rolled his eyes.
“You know how to do makeup right?” He grumbled, she nodded. “then do his makeup.” He gritted his teeth a stressed out look in his eyes as he walked away.
Gojo yawned, rubbing his eye and rubbing away all the poor makeup assistance hard work. She sighed and looked away and too the door- the door you had left through. In any other production she would be the top makeup artist, here though? You had worked on far more movies and with more people. It was your job to do the main cast- and you had!
It wasn’t your fault Gojo was so late….
“Y/n!” She breathed a sigh of relief, then she looked to Gojo’s face… his makeup was messed up and ruined- he just wouldn’t stop touching it, or he’d move way too much and-
“What did you do to him?” You bite back a laugh. She just gave you a tired smile before excusing herself. “Go take a Break, I’ll take over from here.” You relieved her of her duties. “Anyway- I’m Y/N, it’s nice to be working with you.” You introduced yourself and you two shook hands.
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Okay so I’m not going to finish this. Sorry but this just doesn’t interest me anymore- I don’t know where to take it and stuff. If anyone wants it they can have it and like do it their own way or finish it? I did. have a single note though!
——-Gojo was a child actor and is tired of the whole industry always defying the director (like how he defies the elders in JJK)
Okay, thank you for reading my shitty writing and I hope you enjoyed this! Was suppose to be a five parter but hey you live and you learn you don’t wanna do stuff- also your too busy too but no one cares about that.
✰ f!reader x gojo ✰ actor!gojo, dryhumping, (semi)public sex (??) ++ based off this post i made.. raise ur hand if ur also freaky about gojo 🙇♀️🙋♀️ wc: 1.8k ✰
“god, i want you so bad.”
satoru reads out his line to you, his voice loud but only slightly muffled against the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. you roll your head back in response, letting it thump against the pillow underneath you as you looked up at the ceiling.
although, the sight you’re met with when you do— the sight of a large microphone hanging just a few feet above your bodies —only serves to remind you that this is all for show. a scene in a movie. you opt to close your eyes and tighten your grip on the back of his head instead.
with your mouth hanging open, it’s easy to huff out a few pants and soft moans, doing as was directed for the character you’re meant to be playing after all. you know very well satoru’s doing the same for his own character— but there’s an additional component to the scene, one that only you know of.
the additional component is hiding below the bedsheets draped over your partially nude bodies— unbeknownst to the entire crew on set —pressing against your clothed crotch and growing inside his own pants the longer he nips at your neck.
you moaned his name, arching your back into his touch. letting him know you felt him.
there’s a brief moment— a blissful moment —where you forget you’re both supposed to be filming a sex scene. not until he hoists himself up, hovering himself over your body and staring down at you with stormy eyes; what’s normally a clear blue sky in his irises was now clouded by lust.
it’s not until you spot the bright studio lights shining above him that you’re reminded where you both are.
“are you ready?” he asks you, as per the script. when he speaks he bends down to nip at your jawline and his hands move underneath the sheets, trailing sensually across your torso. he lifts his head back up and bites his lip, waits for your nod, and then he slowly sinks his full body weight onto yours once again. reaching his hand down in between your bodies, he mimics the act of himself gripping his own cock and lining it up with your entrance before slowly sinking into you. the cameras zero in on this momentous part of the whole scene.
what he does next is… not part of the script.
with the hand currently hovering between his body and yours, he presses it forward, cupping your mound through the fabric of your clothing (thin nude-colored tights, meant to blend in with your skin tone— even coupled with your underwear underneath it makes just the smallest barrier between his fingers and where you think his fingers should actually be).
his touch is featherlight at first, tracing the outline of your underwear and gradually applying more pressure as he reaches your slit. he massages his index and middle finger up and down over your cunt, making a V-shape to trail them both along your folds before bending his wrist further and applying pressure to your clit with his thumb, eliciting a genuine gasp out of you.
he bites his lip again, but this time it’s to bite back the smirk threatening to take over his expression. he starts to lift his hips up just a little before bringing them back down, simulating the act of him thrusting inside of you— meanwhile his fingers don’t let up on your clit below the sheets.
completely hidden from the cameras.
your eyelids flutter, and a moan slips past your lips before you can rationally consider it. the timing actually worked out perfectly for the scene, though; in the corner of your eye, you’re sure you just saw the director nodding his head at you.
satoru continues rubbing you through your tights, picking up his pace right as your own breathing starts to pick up as well. if he were to press his thumb any harder against your cunt he’d be able to feel the wetness already pooling up; it would probably soak through the fabric a little bit and coat the pad of his thumb with your scent.
your jaw goes slack and satoru moans at the sight— but whether or not he’s still in character is unknown to you by this point.
“fuck— you feel s’good,” he moans out, letting up on his ministrations to plant his hands flat on each side of your shoulders. you whined softly in protest at the absence of his touch before he pressed himself even closer to you. shaky hands move up to grip onto his biceps for purchase just as his head falls into the crook of your neck, his mouth open against your skin with every hot pant he exhales. his hard bulge lands directly on top of your crotch and pulls tandem moans from you two.
it’s at this point that his character would probably be expected to pick up his pace, but you’ve completely given up on keeping track of the scene by now. satoru starts to move his hips at a steadier rhythm, only now he’s actually grinding himself into your heat. the bed frame starts to rock against the set wall with his movements, and you can both feel and hear how heavily he breathes— he’s certain to ensure the microphones pick up on it, too.
“satoru, god—“ you moaned out, digging your nails into his arms and squeezing your eyes shut. he grinds his clothed cock against your cunt, whimpering every time he feels the friction of his movements against you on his already-leaky tip.
there’s a temporary moment where his hips stutter, the grinding sensation feeling too good for his brain to keep up, and you feel him press his head deeper into your neck. his teeth sink into your skin to ground himself, sucking hard at the pulse point on your neck and leaving red indents with how hard he bites you, making you cry out his name once more.
(you count your lucky stars that the character he’s playing has the same name as him, because you’re not sure you’d be able to moan the correct name for filming had they been different.)
“fuuuck, fuck—“ he whines, his voice loud enough for the mic to hear. he lifts his head up to take a look at your expression— how you furrow your brows, your mouth hanging open indefinitely for the symphony of noises he’s pulling from you, the flutter in your eyelids when you open them to meet his gaze.
he smirks again and slows down his pace to a sensual grind, rolling his hips in circles and huffing out a chuckle when your head lolls back once more.
some members of the production crew share a look with each other when they see him slow down; as far as they’re concerned, he just extended the original length of the scene with a little bit of improv.
there’s nothing wrong with an actor sprinkling in some adjustments during filming, after all.
satoru dips his head down again, tilting his head to hide his face as well as he can before nipping at your earlobe.
“open your eyes,” he rasps with a tone so quiet the microphones didn’t catch it. “i want you to look at them when you cum, let them see how nasty you are for getting off in front of all these people, in front of all your colleagues.”
your eyes open before the words even register in your head, and the moment they do you’re catching sight of all the crew members watching you two— all your coworkers. you press your forehead against satoru’s shoulder before your eyes could roll to the back of your head and you let out a shamelessly loud moan.
“heh,” he huffs, his voice now back to its regular volume. “you liked that, huh?” he coos, picking up the pace of his grinding once more. the simple whine you respond with makes his dick twitch pathetically in his pants.
it doesn’t take much longer before your own hips start bucking up to meet his, your breathing now much faster and louder— a sign of your impending orgasm. feeling you grind yourself back into him makes him moan again, and he bites his lip hard to quell the sudden tightening he felt low in his gut; he’ll be damned if he cums before you.
from the corner of his eye, the director is silently saluting your performance, nodding his head in approval when he sees you start to fuck up against satoru. to him— and everyone else on set —this is, arguably, one of the better sex performances they’ve ever seen.
(it’s maybe even a little too convincing.)
satoru’s moans begin to fade into breathy whines, his face falling against your shoulder again when his movements become more erratic. he’s chasing this high with you and finding it increasingly harder to let you reach the finish line first— but he underestimated just how close you were to crossing it.
“ah— shit,” you gasped out, your eyes rolling back again. “‘m gonna— fuck, i’m—“
you cut yourself off with a muted cry, a squeak leaving your lips before a deep moan rumbles slowly in your chest. your orgasm crashes over you gradually but with an intensity you’d never felt before— and satoru is quick to follow behind. he throws his head back and furrow his brows when he cums, his hips stuttering before stilling entirely, pressing them flush against your own. the way his jaw falls and the deep groan that leaves his mouth afterwards makes you throb further, your grip on his arms unfaltering.
he is so attractive it’s almost unfair.
when satoru collapses on you, panting hard against your shoulder, a few moments pass before the director is yelling out his cue for the scene to end. you blink your eyes open, swallowing thickly and pressing the palm of your hand against satoru’s shoulder to gently push him up.
“phew, what a workout!” he jokes with the crew, his attempt at brushing off his post-orgasm haze. “i hope you guys don’t mind if i lay here for a few more minutes, yeah?” he says this with a charming grin, carefully watching for their own amused smiles before he collapses against you once again.
to keep appearances you playfully roll your eyes, nudging at him again. “sounds like your stamina isn’t all that good,” you snorted, giving up entirely on pushing him off of you. (not that you really wanted to get up either, anyway.)
satoru merely laughs into your shoulder at your words, but the light pinch he does to your waist underneath the sheets delivers a different message. a reminder of what’s to come later on, once you’re both done filming for the day.
“i don’t suppose you’re hoping to find out how good my stamina actually is, hm?” he hums against your neck, his voice back down to a whisper only you can hear. “because i would love to show you.”
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actor!gojo dryhumps you under the sheets during the “fake” sex scenes you both film together… nobody on that set has any idea that your moans and his moans are, in fact, very real
actor au with satoru where you’re the star of a drama in which your character has multiple love interests but the other actors don’t kiss you with the amount of intense passion that satoru kisses you with. he’s not even playing the main love interest but the way his hands move on your body anytime you both kiss on camera makes it seem like he should’ve been
the kisses look and feel way too real— how he moans into it, how his hands grab your waist and pull you ever closer, how he sucks your bottom lip in between his teeth and whines softly into your mouth when you both have to pull apart for air. for someone with his caliber, his talent; someone who is often typecast as the attractive lead everyone either wants to be or be with… no one’s ever seen him put on a more convincing performance— and that’s already a high bar that he, himself, set
(he’s an A-list actor, known for his professionalism once the cameras start rolling. he always nails his lines and the improv he adds when he sees fit, so he rarely ever has to reshoot scenes— but for some reason anytime you both have a kiss scene he’s always fumbling something that makes it so that you both have to start the scene all over again… he’s essentially pretending to forget his own lines so that he can keep shoving his tongue down your throat a little longer)
