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╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗A few people wanted a fic of the man himself, Eric Winter, so here it is! ﹒⪩⪨﹒

What if Eric was a director instead, watching you, a younger actor, do a more intimate scene (the show isn't mentioned).

Also this is so unrealistic lmao but I love fiction for a reason!

"Cut" a directors voice could be heard in the darkness.

In the room, a common sigh of frustration echoed. The little red light disappeared on the cameras as the camera crew stopped recording. Everyone on set, including the actors and the staff, stopped working and stared at the reason why they were interrupted again... you.

You were beyond confused, this was the second time the director asked you to cut the scene. Why everyone was looking at you with rather annoyed expressions? You turned your attention to the director that just called for the cut.

"Why did we stop?" you asked nervously with your finger tips tapping against your leg, an anxious trait.

You left your mark on the floor and walked towards the blinding lights that were pointed at you and the scene. Most of the crew including Eric were sitting behind them.

This was one of your first big acting roles and you didn't want to screw it up. Somehow out of hundreds of applicants, you managed to get the role fairly quick.

You got one step off your mark, just wanting to see Eric's  expression. You needed to make sure that the cut wasn't because of you again.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't move from your mark" Eric hissed behind the cameras.

You quickly froze and walked back into position, feeling many sets of eyes on you. After all, this scene was a tiny bit intimate and your 'love interest' Noah wasn't exactly your dream man to have to make out with.

"Alright y/n, we talked about this. Even had the dialogue changed so it's easier for you. Let's try one last time" he spoke, his frustration very evident.

"I-" you started to speak, but luckily your co-star Noah had stepped forward, abandoning his placement.

"Uh I don't understand why we stopped again, the scene was going good" Noah said in your defence.

You could barely make out some sort movement in front of you, a person shuffling behind the cameras. Your director walked up to where you were standing on the set. The lights were now behind him, his tall figure in a silhouette.

He was intimidating to say the least. A tall man with his arms crossed over his chest, his breathing heavy. But something about him was admirable and hot. You felt even worse about messing up the scene now that he was within an arms reach.

To bad he wasn't the love interest for the show

"It's her first role" Noah added, looking at Eric. But one sharp glance from Eric had Noah apologizing instantly.

"Sorry Mr.Winter" he threw his hands up in defence and kept his mouth shut.

Eric stared straight through you, completely lost in your eyes. He had motives on why he wanted to watch you re-do this scene over and over again, but that was his secret to keep. He called the shots and you could just keep trying harder.

"I'm sorry" you choked out looking up at him, the man in front of you had your heart rate through the roof.

"Well sorry isn't enough y/n. We'll do it once more. I need to feel desire between you and Noah. It has to be passionate... you don't have time to waste talking about the situation" Eric ranted, his eyes still stuck on you.

You nodded again, trying hard to focus on perfecting the scene, but you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. Looking down, you had a good view on Eric's lower half sitting in the chair. His legs spread wide and his fists were clenched on his sides.

If you focused in just a little harder, you were sure there was a noticeable large bulge stretching out the denim of his jeans.

You looked away immediately, afraid that he would realize that you weren't focused again.

But then you were caught with his hands, running up and down his jeans, veins that were protruding from his big hands and up his arms.

"Action" Eric yelled and the cameras lit up red again.

You tried to envision your co-star as your director instead, hell it was the best idea you could think of. But the feeling of Eric's eyes watching as Noah's hands snaked around your back made you screw up purposely this time.

"Cut, that's it we're taking a break" Eric fumed, and you started tapping your leg again. He quickly exited the stage before you had a chance to speak with him.

You knew this last problem was your fault. You'd managed to start kissing Noah more passionately, but then when he started to expose your upper half, even with special coverings over your boobs... you froze.

When you first met Eric, he was a nice man. Very patient, encouraging, and never thought your scenes were worth 'cutting' for. But something changed in him once you were filming more intimate scenes.

Having to act sexually for your first role stressed you out, you felt like Eric was watching your every move. Making you more nervous, watching every hand placement, screwing up rhythms of kissing Noah. You didn't know if you wanted to run away, cry, or just make out with him instead.

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Eric had came back to set after some time on a break and decided that filming would be wrapped up for the day. It had been long and exhausting as it was, so you decided to go back to your trailer.

You changed into some comfy lounge shorts and a baggy t-shirt, looking over the scripts to make sure they'd be perfect for the morning.

"We shouldn't be doing this" Noah's voice sounded through your head.

You reached out and grabbed his face, stroking the side of his jaw.

"But it feels so right" you whispered, leaning in to slowly kiss Noah.

Thats when Eric's face was actually replacing Noah's.

Suddenly you were hot, hot as hell in this trailer. Acting out your scenes by yourself and envisioning someone else to help you get through it.

I need a walk...

You stormed out of the trailer and made your way through the hallways and set scenes.

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"Wondered when I'd see you track through here" a rough angry voice said in the distance.

You had walked into the set you'd been on all day. But... it was closed for the night, hardly any lights on, and you had presumed you'd be alone there.

It took you a second to figure out where he was, and when you finally reached him your feet were glued to the floor. It would've been helpful to take some necessities with you like your phone and water.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't-" you stammered, completely out of breath from the walk you'd been on.

Eric was sitting on a metal staircase towards the bottom step, peering at you like prey in the distance.

"Sorry?" he huffed "You're sorry a lot" Eric said, still sitting in the same position.

A dry lump formed in your throat at how intimidating he was and how hard it was to look him in his deep blue eyes.

You opened your mouth to apologize again, a habit you needed to stop doing. He was quicker though, standing up and making his way towards your still body in a few steps.

"You have no idea-" he scoffed, and you kept your eyes to the floor "-no idea what you're doing."

Like a predator, he started circling your body. Your hands locked behind your back he made his way around you. Every spot he looked, felt like it was burning holes into your skin.

"what?" you faltered, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"This" his voice stopped in front of you. The tone he used for that single word managed to make your breathing come to a halt.

"You tap your fingers when you're shy. You always play with your hair fixing it" he pointed out.

As he was speaking, you felt a hand on your chin that forced you to lift your head. You followed his movement, forcing your eyes meeting his face. Your whole body turned to jelly, feeling like your legs could no longer support your weight.

"How you never look me in the eyes and always keep your eyes on the floor" he seethed.

Eric let go of your chin, but you didn't move. It felt like you were in a trance. You kept staring at his face, all the features you hadn't gotten close enough to notice.

Your lips parted when you noticed how close his lips were, the mint flavoured gum on his breath. The scent of his cologne intoxicated you.

"You're so innocent, it's insane. Look at what you're wearing" each part he spoke was intentionally slow, he wanted you to understand it perfectly.

Eric's last sentence brought you out of a trance, breaking eye contact to look down and see what you were wearing.

Shit

The oversized Care Bears sleep shirt with tight shorts that weren't even visible from the baggy top. He was right, why did you think to go out walking with this on.

Well... you figured everyone was gone home for the night.

Your gaze fell to the floor again, but catching that same glimpse of the bulge in his pants again. There was no mistake that it definitely was there earlier too.

A sudden burst of confidence filled your chest once you realized what was going on. Lifting your head back up but this time to challenge him.

"Do I turn you on?" you asked, not a care in the world if he took it the wrong way.

Eric's face darkened, his eyes roaming your body, was his way of telling you that you were right. He felt no shame in admitting it either.

A sarcastic chuckle left his mouth "mhm, you're just now figuring that out".

As Eric took a step closer to you, you took one step back out of pure sexual panic. Both matching each other's steps until you ended up moving past the dim lights. Hitting the back of your thighs flush against the the couch that was part of the set from earlier.

"I don't do it on purpose" you confessed, feeling so flustered by this man. In the moment you wanted him to do whatever he wanted.

"Exactly, you don't even do it on purpose." he continued.

"I'm sorry" you reiterated once again. The tension was so strong, it was overpowering the room, and it was controlling you "I just can't seem to get that scene right".

Eric stopped and ran a hand over his face, breathing heavy in front of you. Your words were like a subtle hint for help.

"Clearly you need more practice with the scene then" he stated.

"Well then why don't you help me" you innocently looked up at him through thick eyelashes.

The second those words left your mouth, his hands landed on your hips, fingers digging into the skin covered by your shirt. He spun you around so your back was pressed against his chest, both hands on the back of the couch.

"I knew you were a fucking tease" he challenged. His breath fanned against the side of your neck, pushing your hair to the side.

You turned to face him, placing a hand on his chest. A smile stretched across his face, but before you could admire it, his mouth was on yours for a hungry kiss.

His hands roamed your body, slipping underneath your baggy shirt, discovering new territory. He touched every inch of your skin, exploring your body that he couldn't get enough of.

"We shouldn't" Eric said between kissing you. His mouth was saying one thing but his body clearly not following suit.

"Shouldn't what?" you asked, breaking off the kiss. Staring at his wet lips and rising chest.

"We shouldn't fuck... what happens if we get caught" he coaxed. A hand still on your back.

"We won't get caught if we're quiet" you snapped back.

He searched your eyes for a split second and picked you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Lips back on yours once again as he walked you both to the front of the couch.

Eric's hands slipped under your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you straddling him in only your shorts.

"You're so fucking beautiful" he groaned between kisses. His hands were already hooked in the band of your shorts, trying to get rid of that last piece of clothing separating him from the full view of you.

"Seems like I'm the only one undressed here" you giggled.

"Oh you're not undressed yet" he said with a smirk before his hands ripped your panties in two pieces. A shallow gasp left your lips when you felt the cool air hit against your exposed body.

"Your turn" you implied, helping him work off every bit of clothes on his body.

His shoulders and arms were round and defined with muscle. His stomach was softer, but you could see his abs moving beneath. Even further down, resting between thick thighs, was his cock begging for attention.

"Fuck, you're so wet and I barely touched you" his face was hidden against your throat, goosebumps spreading on your arms when his stubble roughly poked your skin.

Eric's hands and mouth explored your top half, sucking on your nipples, biting the sides of your neck soft enough not to leave any marks. All you could do was moan from the pleasure.

"please" you begged, roaming your nails up his back, you could feel your arousal making a mess on his thigh.

"please what?" he asked, wanting to hear you say it. His lips curled up into a smile your skin. His hands on your ass invited you to grind against his thigh. "Tell me what you need?".

"I need you to fuck me" you whined, your hips now rocking against him on their own.

Eric had lifted one of his legs, his foot resting on the coffee table in the center of the living room set. You could feel the pressure, feel his thigh pressing into your clit.

He moved your hips lower so you were grinding on his cock. It slid perfectly between your folds, watching you rock against him. His dark eyes admiring your pathetic attempts to cum.

You were so wet that when you leaned forward to kiss him, the tip of his cock was aligned with your entrance. Holding the base, you slid down on his full length.

"mhmm fuck" you moaned with your eyes closed shut.

"mhmm fuck" Eric repeated your words.

You lifted your hips to allow him some room to start riding him. Biting down on the soft spot just above his collar bone to let out your frustration. Starting off slow to ease your way into things but after a few minutes your thighs were burning.

"Just keep quiet for me okay?" he breathed, knowing that you were getting tired quick.

His hands held tightly on your hips, inviting you to slam down on him. Increasing the speed to a devastating pace as he thrusted up into you.

With each thrust, he hit all the right spots, making your sentences completely incoherent.

"god yes" you whined, a bit too loud than you should have, but it was hard to hold back.

Eric took one hand and held it over your mouth, muffling each one of your cries.

"good girl" he praised, watching your eyes roll back in your head.

It didn't take long before you were close to an orgasm, and neither was he. Your legs shaking as he continued to pound you from underneath.

You slowly came down from your high, just in time to feel him pull out of you quickly. His seed ran down your ass.

"I know that was not professional by any means... but" Eric panted chasing his breath as you melted against his body.

"Maybe next time we meet at my trailer" you laughed.

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A/N: welp... there will be one final part left to this story before I complete it. I need to take a break from writing and don't have a whole lot of inspiration left now that the rookie isn't coming back until January 2025.

I hope everyone liked this chapter, remember if you did leave a ☆. I love reading comments and knowing that people like the story when they read it.