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Brady’s crew called Crosby by the nickname “Bingo” and it’s very important to me that everyone knows this. Like even decades later Hambone (left) and Brady (middle) still call him Bingo
Day 3 wooooo, this time it’s with my fav Hambone. Mentions of possessiveness, jealousy, spanking, love bites, bruising, scratching, squirting - all consensual. Reader is English for the sake of the plot.
Hambone can’t contain his jealousy when he spots you chatting with some RAF boys. What’s a better way to prove that you’re his girl than to mark you up?? Minor doi.
“Screw this.” Hambone huffed, the blonde bombardier nudged past Douglass, slipping through the crowded mess hall to go retrieve his girl. Being from England, of course you were popular with the RAF boys that existed around this base long before the American's arrived. But now, however, when you were Hambone's girl, it seemed these RAF boys didn't know where to stop pushing buttons.
''Go get her!'' Douglass squeaked, anticipating his friend swooping his girl up out of the arms of the Tommy's.
You were chatting aware, oblivious of your surroundings, utterly ignorant to the fact now five RAF men had encircled you like you were some kind of food. All it took was one swoop of Hambone to pluck you out of the predators grasp until you were stumbling into the arms of your American boyfriend once more.
''Oh! Hambone!'' You squeaked, a beam like no other covering your face to see your bombardier. ''What's-'' before you had chance to finish your sentence, he moved closer, catching your lips in an open mouthed kiss, hot and heavy, claiming his stake and causing the Brit's to scram like an air raid siren had just wailed.
''Howard.'' Your smirk only drove him crazier, his head nudged low, lips glossy and hung open as he stared back to you with the most devious look you'd seen. ''C'mon, I oughtta' show 'em you're my girl, right?'' His tone was angsty, he seemed on edge and his normally gentle hands were holding you tighter than ever before. Spurred on by his possessive streak, you pushed him further, blocking out the whooping onlookers, impressed by Hambone's bold move.
''What're doing, marking your territory, huh?'' You teased, half expecting to see that comical grin you were so used to. Hambone, however, wasn't much in a teasing mood. His eye twitched, jaw closing as he scanned around the room, staring off his opponents who still remained glancing over their shoulders, tails between their legs. It wasn't enough, he thought, glancing back down to your upturned lips. Dipping down, he kissed you again, quickly, sharp, before he began muttering to you.
''No, but I will do...''
Writhing around on the empty bunk, Hambone was quick to sneak you inside his empty barracks, tossing you on the bed and undressing you like he was eager to unwrap a Christmas present. Completely nude with the blonde man, fully clothed above you, you were open to whatever treatment he wanted to give you- and you accepted that willingly.
Your legs were spread, his two fingers deep inside you, lips practically attached to your neck as he sucked and nibbled, occasionally biting his way down as he truly marked you up the way he intended.
''Howard, please.'' You writhed, hips bucking against his twitching fingers. ''At least take your shirt off.'' Your pleads only spurred him on to move to the swell of your breasts, picking a new spot to nibble and suck on. Your head tossed back, his fingers pushing harder inside you, evoking yet another moan from your bitten lips. Hambone had never been a biter, not at this level, but now it seemed he intended to mark every inch of your body, whether that was with his teeth, or with his bruising kisses.
''Nobody's ever gonna come near you again. Not when you're all marked up from me.'' Howard cooed before his lips clamped around your nipple, offering it a hard suck and gentle gnaw between his gold teeth. ''Uh huh!'' Was the only agreement which managed to pass your lips as the twitch of his fingers turned into rough pushes, in and out, hitting your g-spot until you were nothing more than a whining, writhing mess for the airman above you.
With each pump of his finger, you dawned nearer to your orgasm, body twitching and jittering as his spare hand pressed you down into the mattress, leaving you at the mercy of his hand and mouth as he bit the underside of your breast. As your pussy began to squelch and an immense amount of pressure built, you knew he was trying to make you squirt, and there was no stopping either of you until he got the release he wanted.
''Please!'' The whine was followed by a sharp screech, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. ''Please who?'' His voice was low, demanding, rough around the edges as he put his whole arm into the movement of fingering your leaking hole.
''Howard- please!'' You sobbed out, resulting in his pace increasing. His name escaped your lips, repeating it like a mantra until he left you screaming in sweet agony, your juices squirting up his clothed arm, over his bed and down your quivering thighs.
There was no way Howard was done there, his hand smoothed the wetness all over your legs and pussy before moving in and devouring you with his mouth, just a taste until he finally decided to free himself of his upper clothing.
Before Howard was even inside of you, you were a mess. You were panting, your hair out of place, mascara rimming under your eyes and your lips were puffy from the heated kisses he'd given you. Your sweet, respectful, smiling Hambone had turned into somebody you didn't even recognise- but you loved it.
As he fucked you into the mattress, he begged you to mark up his back, dig your nails in, scratch him harder. The delicious squeeze of your cunt was driving him insane, and he was acting like an animal, biting and sucking your skin, littering your soft skin with angry looking love bites. The two of you were covered in a mixture of both your juices and spit, Hambone had his fingers deep in your mouth, his cock pushing up deep into your pussy.
''Tell me your mine, baby.'' He growled, one hand digging into your hipbone, the other wrapped around a thick wad of your hair, holding your head in place so you could look at him, and only him. You didn't break eye contact, you were so in love with the cruel actions of your man, spreading your legs wider, inviting him in deeper, harder.
''I'm all yours Howard, please, mark me up some more.'' You growled through your teeth, choking out at one particularly deep thrust of his cock against your sweet spot. Howard groaned, hitching up your thigh and spanking the lower part of your ass. When he earned an orgasmic moan in response, what other option did he have other than to flip you over and begin marking up some untouched territory.
''Love this ass, baby.'' A hand collided with your flesh, jiggling your ass and leaving a pink mark, which he only added to with more spanks and bites. You pushed your ass in the air, spurred on by his movements, hoping to tease him some more, but the airman wasn't having any of it. You almost giggled when he pushed your hips back down, spanking you, once, twice, over each ass cheek until he rolled you over once more.
With his cock burrowed deep inside you once more, where it belonged, he quickly felt himself losing control, drunk on your pussy and love. The blonde's head threw back slightly, a deep groan rumbling from his throat as you flashed him yet another of your wicked grins. As though your roles had switched within an instance, you'd rolled on top of him, riding him like he'd never been ridden before.
Then came the sweet, stinging sensation of your nails dragging down his chest, leaving pink valleys of your scratches into his skin. ''Oh god- yes- fuck.'' With each growl and grunt, you could feel his rock hard cock beginning to twitch against your tightened walls. Yanking you down, Howard made one last attempt to mark you, but it was futile considering all he could do was whimper around your nipple, sucking and nibbling.
''M' gonna cum inside you.'' He warned, but the bouncing of your ass didn't stop. You milked him dry, allowing him to officially mark his territory, deep inside your pussy which drunk him in. You came moments later, the wetness of your orgasms combining and filling the empty room with a squelch which sounded at every move.
Relaxing, you landed on top of him, his hand coming to gently smooth up and down your back, hooking over your shoulder to hold you in place through his few final thrusts. ''Marked you up so good, didn't I?'' He cooed into your ear, his voice breathy and hot as you moaned in response.
''Now nobody's gonna come close to you without knowing you're my girl.''
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"I feel like I'm doing it wrong," you laughed, glancing down at your feet.
"No, no, you're doing amazing," Ham assured you, squeezing your hip to prove his point.
You looked up at him, smiling, amused. "Are you sure? It certainly doesn't look amazing to me."
Ham had been trying to teach you how to dance for the past hour, but you had the feeling it wasn't really working. The O-Club was empty, but soft music played in the background. Harry lent you both his record player.
"You just have to follow my lead," Ham said in a soft voice, pulling you closer by your waist. "Relax and let me do the rest, yeah?" He was looking down at your feet while slowly repeating the steps. "Look at what I do."
You bit your lower lip, trying to follow his lead, but it was just impossible. Your steps weren't on beat. If anything, the music only confused you further.
Ham noticed your struggle––of course, he did––and slowed down. Then he stopped completely.
You looked up at him, your brows furrowed.
"Let's try without the music," he suggested before he walked over to the record player and picked up the needle. He turned around and walked back to you. Gently, he grabbed your right hand and placed his on your waist. "Now, slowly," he smiled.
You took a deep breath and nodded. Couldn't be that hard, right? He would lead you. You just had to follow. And now you didn't even have the music that would distract you.
Ham squeezed your waist again. "Look at me," he said, not moving until your eyes met his. "Now, you just focus on me. Not on anything else. Just me."
Your breath caught in your throat. "Okay," you breathed out. "I can do that."
He smirked, his golden teeth showing. "Alright."
And before you knew, you were moving. Ham was securely leading you across the floor while keeping his eyes on you. Now and then, he would flash you a smile, and you couldn't help but return it.
"See?" he said after a while. "You know how to dance. You just needed the right partner."
You laughed and shook your head. "Maybe, I did," you replied, smiling up at him.
Maybe you did just need the right partner––the right teacher. Because, in the end, dancing wasn't hard. It just depended on who you were dancing with. And you would dance with Ham until your shoes were worn down…
