anyway. actor!gojo with the green screen pants lying on the set floor giving you a big toothy grin and a wink just before they start filming That scene
⋆ drabbles/asks/etc. *ೃ༄
⊹ he's playing your love interest
⊹ dryhumping you under the sheets
⊹ "practicing your lines" with him
⊹ filming a kiss scene
⊹ establishing your relationship
also op why did u have to remind us of the premiere w Oscar and Jessica i thought i outlasted that shit 😭🤙
EHEJRHEJE ITS LITERALLY MY ROMAN EMPIRE OKAY….. LIKE IM SOOO NOT NORMAL ABT OSCAR ISAAC AND WHEN HE DID THIS I FELT SO INSANE….. so this is exactly how im picturing actor!gojo acting (heh) around you during a press tour for a movie you both star in 😖😖 he just Never lets you go he wants to hold u and dote on u everywhere
so do we have an established relationship with actor!gojo or no? if no, at what point do they actually get together?
if yes, how do you imagine them getting together?
🤭 as of now it’s all up to interpretation baybeeeee
i talked about how they announce their relationship but as far as them actually getting together i’m still workshopping it 🤔🤔 summer and i were talking about him potentially accidentally confessing in the middle of filming a scene and i think that’s really cute tbh… 🥹 he gets so overwhelmed with his feelings for you like it’s all bubbling up and you’re both filming a scene where his character gives you the most gut wrenching heart warming confession ever….. so the idea is that at some point during the scene when he finishes his monologue and has to say “i love you, ___” instead of saying your character’s name he accidentally says your name 🫢 everyone kinda pauses like wait what and his face gets soo red when he realizes what he just did 😭 ++ cue him having a slight breakdown over it in his dressing room later on and you go to check on him and he pours his heart out to you then and there 💔 and then you both kiss each other stupid
✰ 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.”
also big big thank u to my beloved @teddybeartoji for proofreading this 🫂🫂 dont know what i would do without u my mickey
