Here's an imagine with a young (20s-30s) Harrison Ford for ya

Warning: mature

You are accompanying your husband, Harrison, to one of his movie sets. Despite being married to an actor, you'd never been to a real life movie set before and you're excited as hell. Though, you're even more excited to be checking out all of the attractive actors...something that you'll never admit to your husband.

The two of you arrive on set and he immediately goes off to practice one of his scenes. You follow close behind, but every once in awhile you find yourself stopping to look at all of the other attractive men on set.

Luckily, Harrison doesn't seem to notice. As he performs one of his scenes, you're seated in a special area, with full view of the things going on on the set. You find yourself giggling at Harrison's careless mistakes–he likes to act like a high and mighty actor but here he is, having to perform some bits over and over again because he forgets the lines. You make a mental note to tease him about it later.

Soon, the director announces that it's time for a break. You stand up to congratulate Harrison on a job well done (so far), but you're taken completely by surprise when he marches right up to you and grabs your arm. Without saying a single word, he practically drags you backstage, to an abandoned prop room.

"Harrison?!"

He closes and locks the door before pushing you up against the wall.

"You really think I didn't notice?" he growls in your ear.

"N-Notice what?" you gasp, surprised by his sudden dominance.

"Don't play dumb with me pretty lady," he whispers as he reaches forward and begins unbuttoning your blouse. "Like I didn't notice you checking out some of the other actors."

You try to protest, but the red heat on your cheeks immediately gives you away. He smirks.

"You're mine damn it."

He finishes with the buttons on your blouse and practically tears it off of your body, leaving you in a bra and a skirt. He smashes his lips against yours as he unhooks your bra.

"Mine."

He trails his kisses to your jawline, neck, collarbone. The first moan escapes when he begins to kiss down your chest.

"Naughty, naughty girl," his voice is husky as he returns to your lips. You kiss back eagerly as you reach for his shirt, lifting it up over his head. As you work at this, he works off your skirt. You step out of the crumpled fabric and kick off your heels.

The trousers covering his lower half come off, as do your underwear. You stand in front of him entirely nude as he pulls down his last piece of clothing. You start to get down on your knees, but he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back up, causing you to utter a loud, gasping moan.

"Short break. No time." he spits out through gritted teeth. Before you have a chance to respond, he picks you up by your thighs and practically throws you onto one of the only pieces of furniture in the old prop room: a couch.

"H-Harrison—"

"We just have to improvise."

You arch your back up as he climbs on top of you. A smirk graces his lips as he lowers his head to your neck, leaving a trail of nips and bites down to your breasts.

"Such a naughty girl, checking out other actors when you know damn well that you're mine."

You gasp as Harrison lines himself up and thrusts in. He's not too rough, as you had nothing to prep with, but his movements are quick, practically rocking the entire couch.

"F-Fuck!" you moan out, whimpering slightly.

You wrap your arms around his body, clawing at his back. His lets out a loud, throaty moan before crashing his lips to yours and quickening his pace just slightly. You leave one hand on his back and move the other up to tangle in his hair, yanking at it. He moans again, against your lips.

Your moans are loud throughout the small room. Your body rocks in utter ecstasy, and you begin to feel the familiar coil from within your stomach.

"I-I—"

"We don't have much time," Harrison growls against your neck before suddenly moaning loudly and releasing from within you. Your moan matches his as you cum soon after, digging your nails into his back again.

You lay there breathing heavily, with Harrison still on top of you. He carefully climbs off of you and gets dressed again. You get dressed as well, and try to straighten your hair as much as possible.

"Do I look okay?" you ask him worriedly.

He chuckles. "You look perfect. The couch, however..."

You grin.

"Suppose your director won't miss that couch too much?"

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