#thread: tybalt bentley

[burnishedrebel]

On paper, a footballer and a con artist were strange companions. And yet, Tybalt and Aidan had been friends for years, dating back to their rough upbringings on the streets of Manchester. Over time the paths of their lives had diverged, but they’d remained friends throughout. Confidants and loyal to the last, their deep bond also expressed itself in other ways, not least when they saw a woman they both liked. 

The Chiyonosake granted them a cosy place to drink and chat, but as soon as they’d both laid eyes on Thea, they knew they had to have her. Fast forward some weeks, following flirtation after flirtation to an implicit, tempting offer, Aidan and Tybalt succeeded. A mere week later, floating on the shores of Jamaica on Tybalt’s yacht, the footballer had Thea right where he wanted her. Naked and bent over.

“Such a fucking beautiful cunt…” Tybalt groaned, the words coming amidst his moans and grunts whilst he thrusted in and out of her delightfully tight, warm sex. He’d yanked her bikini off but added a blindfold, all part of the salacious plan he’d come up with alongside Aidan. The other male smirked as he entered the cabin, walking round to sit himself down in the chair on the other side of the table Thea was bent over. As naked as the other two, Aidan’s cock stood hard as he watched Thea. Without a word, he reached forward and gently placed his hands on her head, using his thumbs to lift the blindfold to reveal himself. 

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, darling,” Aidan murmured, smirking at her reaction to his presence. 

@thechiyonosakenyc

[midnightsaboteur]

As the team captain, Tybalt was afforded certain privileges. With just a few words, he could clear out any room at the stadium or training field and orchestrate whatever meetings he wanted, no questions asked. He'd invoked such a privilege that afternoon, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit locker room of the team stadium, expecting a visitor.

With his arms folded and a clenched jaw, Tybalt waited with his gaze fixed upon the door. The click of high heels announced Elle's presence before she appeared through the entrance, and as soon as the door had swung shut behind them, Tybalt said, "Nice of you to join me..." with a hint of sarcasm about his tone. Deliberately, he hadn't revealed why he wanted her presence, knowledge which stirred his ego as he regarded her. Never one to dance around something when there was a direct path forward, Tybalt added, "I'm surprised you could tear yourself away from Jefferson to come here. I know you and he have been fucking lately. It's a pity... what with him being a new father and all."

Tybalt let the implication linger as he moved forward, closing the distance with Elle, his height becoming more pronounced. Adorned simply in a track jacket, sweatpants, and sneakers after training, the contours of Tybalt's chest as he got close were also prominent.

@sxlxcious

[burnishedrebel]

Tybalt smirked as he watched Hudson slowly ease herself off his cock, her shudder unmistakable as she did so. “Don’t worry, it won’t be that long before you’re filled with my cock again,” he teased as he got up from the bench, grin wolfish and eyes sparkling as he met her gaze. He could never resist flirting with her, especially when he could talk dirty about what he wanted to do. 

Towering above her and entirely naked, Tybalt strolled confidently behind Hudson as they made their way to the showers. He made no attempt to hide how he checked her out on the way, and once they got inside, he smirked down at her as they headed into one of the stalls. “Shall we wash each other?” he asked cheekily, a wink following. 

@andmywhisperedsighs

"Sounds like a plan to me," Hudson giggled through her smirk. Why not spend as much time with him, as she could? She had nowhere else to be right now, and as long as they could get out of here without running into her dad, then there were zero issues - and she'd managed to sneak past him many times before.

Hudson began to lift her hips, with a little shudder, slowly easing herself off and away from him.

"C'mon, lets go get soapy."

@velvetrogue

[midnightsaboteur]

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@ofxinnocencewrites

As Elisa once again refuted his offer, Tybalt pursed his lips before releasing them a second later. A sigh followed, a few further seconds passing as he debated what to say, during which time Elisa continued with her own words, tilting his chin up simultaneously so he could meet her gaze. Tybalt was persistent by nature, yet he also knew there was only so many times he could ask Elisa and meet resistance before realising she was immovable from her position. Once again, the moment and her statement reminded Tybalt of that stubborn fact, and once he’d recognised it, he murmured “Alright…” and said nothing else. Indeed, what else could he say? 

So, rather than speak with words, he spoke with actions. He leaned in and began kissing gently along Elisa’s bare stomach. His hands ran affectionately up and down her thighs, his fingertips tracing against the fine lace of her underwear whenever they got there. After an initial run of kisses horizontally, Tybalt didn’t waste time in starting to move down vertically instead, undoubtedly heading to her sex so he could kiss her soaking pussy through the lace, the first sensual tease of many for that evening. 

[burnishedrebel]

Before Ysabelle could even complete her sentence, she succumbed to orgasm, brought over the edge by Tybalt continuing to pump his fingers in and out of her without relenting. He tightened the grip of his other arm around Ysabelle’s stomach as she thrust her hips up. His hold kept her somewhat upright and secure, even as her body still jerked in orgasmic bliss, splashing water over the side continually. With Ysabelle also falling back against him, Tybalt had the ideal view over her shoulder, right down her body. From her ample tits rising and falling with her breathing to the flow of her juices just underneath the water, Tybalt couldn’t tear his gaze away. He knew the image would be burned into his brain for later use, notably on those nights when he was alone and in urgent need of a hot memory to jerk off to. For the moment, though, with Ysabelle right before him, Tybalt simply growled and moaned, signalling his approval, his hard cock still rubbing against her ass cheeks. He also kept his arm around her, and once he'd removed his fingers from her cunt, he lifted them up so he could caress her tits. “You good, baby girl?” he murmured as he did so, knowing just how intense the orgasm could’ve been on Ysabelle. 

@siiinfully

“Sh-shit,” she whined, the huskiness of his voice making her tremble. Not for the first time was she grateful that she was no longer standing up because she was sure that she would end up falling on her ass. And after Tybalt had slapped her butt raw, too! “P-p-please, I don’t t-think I c--- oh!” The last was the first of her orgasmic cry, her hips thrusting up and pressing herself against his fingers, which she took knuckle deep as she spurted her juices out into the water. Unlike his cum, her arousal didn’t do anything to change the look of the water. No thin, spiraling ropes that would float up in the water. Just her eyes rolling up to the back of her head as she flopped back against him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to come back down from her high. Strange…somehow, she felt dirtier now than before she got into the bathtub.

[burnishedrebel]

Tybalt grinned, a laugh following. “As much as I love taking you out, babe… I can never say no to a night bundled up with you.” 

"it's like you've read my mind. and how should we make the most of it? a night out on the town or bundled up in bed with a takeout?"

[burnishedrebel]

Tybalt grinned and laughed alongside Hudson as soon as she’d playfully repeated his declaration. Their gazes met again, smirks spreading across both of their lips. As soon as she mentioned the showers, a knowing glint entered Tybalt’s eyes. 

“Yeah? You wanna shower with me before we head off somewhere for the night?” he queried. Tybalt knew his words were presumptuous, both for the idea that he’d get to touch her again in the shower and then that he’d have her to himself for the night. However, the footballer was never one to shy away from what he wanted, especially when it came to a lover like Hudson. 

@andmywhisperedsighs

It took a little while for them both to recover. Limbs tangled, chest rising and falling with a desperate attempt to recover their breaths, Hudson was satisfied. Tybalt was good at what he did, on and off the field. Especially when it came to a locker room entanglement. Quite different to their entanglements in hotel rooms, but god it had been a good idea, and there were zero regrets in Hudson's mind, there rarely was regrets when it came to what she got up to with Tybalt.

"Fucking amazing," her voice echoes his, managing a little giggle, realising just how breathless they both are. Sweaty and breathless, she lifts her head a little to catch his gaze, managing a smirk.

"Good thing we are so close to the showers."

@velvetrogue

[burnishedrebel]

Despite all the dominance he’d shown during their hot encounter, it was three simple words from Hudson that determined when Tybalt finished. A loud cry mere seconds later signalled what was about to happen. A moment after that, following a final thrust deep inside her, Tybalt came. His tip spurted load after load into Hudson whilst she clenched down around him, her juices spurting from her sex to coat his cock and gush onto his lap. He continued moaning and crying out loudly as waves of orgasmic bliss crashed over him. 

In those blissful moments, Tybalt couldn’t even think, so consumed was he by his high. It was only half a minute later or so that he could finally begin to muster coherent thought again, once he’d shot all he could inside her and as his high began to dissipate. His muscles burning and skin slick with sweat, Tybalt nevertheless managed a grin as he caught Hudson’s gaze again. “Amazing. Fucking amazing,” he declared nearly breathlessly. 

@missperfectlyfinewrites

Somehow, between the moans and grunts, the gasps and the whimpers, Hudson finds the ability to speak, just a few words. Directly into his ear, desperately, before she gets pulled away with another thrust, replaced with pants and loud gasps, body shuddering and quivering.

"Cum for me." It will set her off, she knows that. Hudson also knows that they are also so close. The squeaking of the bench, the noises echoing around the locker room. The throbbing of him inside her and the throbbing of her nipples, and the way she clenches down on him. Hudson is ready to explode.

@velvetrogue

[burnishedrebel]

After nipping at her tits and sucking on her nipples for as long as he could, Tybalt eventually had to come up for air properly. He lifted his head to watch Hudson as she continued bouncing up and down on his cock, her body working in time with the powerful thrusts he was slamming up into her. She’d obviously lost the ability to speak, a fact that made Tybalt grin as he met her gaze. He moved one hand down to take a firm grip of her ass whilst the other roaming up and down her torso, going from her bouncing breasts to her waist and everywhere else, his gaze following the movements to admire her figure. With the intensity of their sex running through him and all the athletic exertion it required of him, Tybalt didn’t speak either, the male instead entirely content to moan, grunt and groan as he fucked continually into Hudson, wanting nothing more than to bring them both to crashing climaxes. 

@missperfectlyfinewrites

God, Tybalt was a capable man. He could hold his own against her, in confidence and with his charming personality, and knew how to take her teasing. But, he also had the stamina that so many people didn't. Chalk it up to being an athlete, the way he could just thrust and slam into her consistently, while she basically fell apart on him, was everything.

Snippy comments were no longer, replaced by whimpers and soft pants. Hudson couldn't quite manage a tease back or a playful comment, simply consumed by the pleasure that was starting to take over. Fingers gripping down at him, nails pressing against his skin, bouncing as much as she could, before all she could manage was squeaks, the soft noise echoing around the locker room as her body shook, eyes rolling.

@velvetrogue

[burnishedrebel]

Ysabelle opted to start fucking herself on his fingers, the rocking of her tips working in time with the movements of his wrist. Rather than directly answer his teasing taunts about how she didn’t hate him, however, Ysabelle instead began talking dirty. Her words made the smirk grow on Tybalt’s features, his eyes lighting up with mischief and delight. “All of those things, baby girl,” he replied, adding, “It’s all music to my ears. All those things with you, the way you talk about them… so damn sexy.” The final three words were spoken huskily, right against Ysabelle’s ear, his breath hot and tone gruff. He continued finger fucking her with rapid movements, the sound almost drowned out by the splashing of the water beneath them. As much as his arousal had started soaring in those moments, Tybalt could focus on nothing else but bringing Ysabelle to the kind of orgasm he knew she deserved. 

@siiinfully

“Oh you…” Ysabelle couldn’t even finish that sentence. Not when riding his fingers, pushing down on them so that they fit snugly in her heat, felt better than arguing. Several seconds ticked by, and she was still fucking herself on his fingers. They weren’t as satisfying as having his dick inside her, but they would have to do. And they definitely did well. “What…what do you want to hear from me, hm? You want to hear how fucking good it is to have your fingers or your cock in me? Or that all you have to do is look at me and I get wet?” Her cheeks reddened with each filthy word she spoke; dirty talk was something she still needed to get used to. At least he wasn’t laughing at her attempts to rile him up. It turned her on even more, and she continued humping him desperately, her cries getting louder until the sound of the water splashing in the tub was drowned out.

[burnishedrebel]

Tybalt grinned when Hudson affirmed that she was just a good girl for him. “That’s right, such a good girl. My good girl,” Tybalt replied, words almost breathless given the exertion of their sex but the broad grin remaining on his features nevertheless. He had no qualms about being assertive or claiming she was his whilst they had sex. If anything, it only added to the lustre of the heated encounter for Tybalt. 

When he felt Hudson clench down upon him after he’d begun worshipping her breasts, Tybalt couldn’t help but smirk again. He caught her gaze with a teasing glint in his eyes before resuming his attention on her breasts, alternating between kissing and nipping against her soft mounds and taking her hardened nipples into his mouth. He couldn’t resist sucking on them, his moans muffled yet still pronounced as he did so. All the while, as Hudson pleaded for him to continue worshipping her breasts, holding his face close against her mounds, Tybalt fucked her still, rolling his hips with his athletic prowess to drill her cunt whilst he indulged himself with her tits. 

@missperfectlyfinewrites

"Just for you," Hudson got out, breathily, before he buried himself in her tight walls again. She didn't sleep with just anybody, nor did she let anybody call her a good girl, but fuck, Tybalt could. And god, he did.

Just as she thought she was already feeling good, she caught that clint in his eyes, and whined, before his mouth even reached her breasts. A soft cry escaped Hudson, feeling herself clench down on him as he started to suck and lick at her sensitive mounds.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, gripping the bench tightly as she kept rocking against him, one hand coming around to try and hold his face close to her, shuddering. "God please don't stop, whatever you do.."

@velvetrogue

[burnishedrebel]

“Are you?” Tybalt teased, full well knowing just how needy she remained for him from the slickness of her sex. Despite the pleading note in her voice, Tybalt continued pressing and rubbing his fingers against her folds, his muscular arm holding her upright with ease. As he did so, he nevertheless considered Ysabelle’s plea to let her have a bath before he teased another orgasm from her. He was almost minded to grant her request… until she broke and began humping his fingers. Ysabelle’s sudden quick and needy movements sparked a brief look of surprise on his features, which was swiftly replaced by another grin shooting across his lips. Her grumble made him laugh, too. “You don’t hate me,” he asserted smugly as he upped the pace of his motions against her sex. “If you hate me, how come you’re getting so wet and needy for me? I don’t think so…” he added, a wink sealing the playful assertion whilst his hand worked her still. 

@siiinfully

She squealed and jerked at his touch, her clit still sensitive from the friction and attention he’d paid to it earlier. It hadn’t been given time to recover, really, but the warmth and teasing motions of his fingers dashed away those sensations and replaced them with something pleasant and familiar. “You know I am,” she told him, squeezing his arm and squealing again when she felt him tease her anew. “Ty, please…” To her, she was pleading for him to stop torturing her with his caresses, but he might end up taking it a different way. “Can I have a bath for a few minutes without you teasing another orgasm from me?” Probably not, but she thought that it was worth asking him. She found herself leaning against him for as long as his hand was pressed against her sex, and maybe the reason why he kept his hand there longer was to see if she would end up breaking and humping his fingers.

She did.

“I hate you,” she grumbled, her hips rocking back and forth over his fingers, smearing her juices all over the tips and the sides.

[burnishedrebel]

Clearly Hudson was lost for words as a result of the way his cock sank into her, and Tybalt honestly couldn’t blame her. The sheer warm, inviting tightness of her sex around his achingly hard cock made him moan, grunt and growl without relent as he began thrusting inside her. Hudson began rocking in time with him too, and she managed two pairs of pleading words, both putting a grin on Tybalt’s lips whilst he rolled his hips. 

“Yeah? Good girl… such a good girl for me…” he breathed moments later, moans and grunts continuing to flow from him all the while. He settled into a moderate pace of thrusts to begin, but going deep every time, the male wanting to bury his cock inside her to make her feel him, even if he wasn’t pounding her quick and hard from the off. As he thrusted, Tybalt began running his hands over Hudson’s exposed figure, his hands unsurprisingly soon split between her breasts and her ass. After a few moments, Tybalt briefly met Hudson's gaze, a teasing glint in his eyes before he leaned down to start using his mouth against her soft mounds.

@missperfectlyfinewrites

For someone that was teasing mere moments again, Hudson was very quickly struggling for words. It wasn't her fault though, really. It was his. As he sank into her depths, sinking into her tight walls, stretching her out in such a familiar way, it should be no surprise that the words were getting stuck in her throat. Any sense of attitude was temporarily washed away, with a flush of her lashes and a widening of her legs, wanting every inch of him firmly inside her.

His words, made it difficult to find her own too. It took a moment, a shaky breath, a quiet squeak as he smacked her ass before she finally spoke up, husky voice slipping out between them. "Show me," she breathed out, rocking her hips against him, with a shudder.

"Take me."

@velvetrogue

[burnishedrebel]

Tybalt grinned when he caught Ysabelle blatantly checking him out while preparing the bath. “See something you like?” he teased, full well knowing the answer. It took a few minutes for the bath to begin filling properly, steam soon dancing across the room and mixing in with the scent of the oil he’d placed into the water to make bubbles. Ysabelle came up behind him, and her gentle touch made Tybalt smile. “Hello darling,” he murmured to her greeting, tone as warm and fond as his smile. He pulled her gently into him by sliding an arm around her waist. Unsurprisingly, his gaze dropped down to admire her naked figure up close. There was no mistaking the glistening of her sex, the sight of it prompting Tybalt to lean in and murmur, “Someone’s still so needy, isn’t she?” in a light, playful whisper. As he spoke, Tybalt leaned down to cup her sex with his hand, his fingers soon pressing and rubbing against her folds whilst his other arm around her waist held Ysabelle upright. 

@siiinfully

Hot. He called her hot. That was a word that was hardly used to describe her before, and it made her flush with embarrassment. But it seemed that she would have to get used to a lot of things, including gentle gestures from him like having a lock of her hair tucked behind her ear. Oh, she could definitely get used to that. Ysabelle giggled at his teasing and tried to swat at his ass playfully when he walked away, and she made no effort to hide her checking him out as he moved to start their bath. As the steam began to rise from the water, she hummed and closed her eyes to enjoy the warmth that it was offering, and she ended up wandering over to Tybalt and sliding her hand along the back of his shoulders and then up and down the side of his neck. “Ty…” she murmured, the heat coming from the water paling in comparison to the inferno building in her core. All he had to do was reach out to her with one hand to caress her clit, and she would most likely end up squirting over his fingers.

[burnishedrebel]

Ysabelle’s clear surprise made Tybalt chuckle. “Of course, babe. How could I take my time when getting excited for you? You’re so hot, after all. You can’t blame me for getting excited so quickly.” Words spoken smoothly, with his natural charm underlining them, Tybalt reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Ysabelle’s eyes. He chuckled again at her admission of feeling like she couldn’t stand, and when she asserted that it wasn’t fair for him to do everything, Tybalt simply shook his head and murmured, “I don’t mind, babe, especially not when I know you’ll pay me back sometime later…” He let the thought linger, proceeding to carry Ysabelle with ease up to the bathroom. Briefly, considering her eyes closed, Tybalt wondered if she’d fallen asleep, but when she opened them again and teased him about the bath, Tybalt grinned back at her and chuckled. “Yeah, a nice place for us to clean up… after getting a little more dirty, of course,” he teased, winking down at her before moving to gently set her down to allow him to start the bath. 

@siiinfully

“Round Two?” she asked, surprised. “You’re ready for me? So soon?” Ysabelle couldn’t have dreamed of this in a million years, but she wasn’t about to refuse him. “…okay. But…I’m not sure if I can…you know. Participate. I can’t even stand.” She blushed at that admission, and she tucked her head under his chin. “Doesn’t seem fair for you to do everything.” A part of her was worried that he’d get tired of it and get turned off, but of course, she didn’t say that part out loud. She was still enjoying the feel of being in his arms, his strong, powerful arms, and she closed her eyes, the gentle rocking almost lulling her to sleep. But she was still awake, and the next time she opened her eyes, she saw that they were in the bathroom. “Still going with the bath, huh?” Ysabelle was smiling, so it was clear that if he didn’t mind ‘servicing’ her, she wasn’t going to protest.

[burnishedrebel]

A long, low growl emerged from Tybalt when he finally got to sink inside Hudson. He held her gaze until she tilted her head back, her soft cry prompting a moan to slip from the male amidst his grunts and growls. The feeling of Hudson’s tight walls enveloping his aching, hard member sent warm, content delight washing all over Tybalt. As much as he wanted to start fucking Hudson hard and fast, he couldn’t help but bathe in just how wonderful it felt to bury himself inside her tight, inviting sex. 

“Yeah? You like that, baby girl?” Tybalt murmured a few moments after her cry. Ever vocal during sex, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to make her moan, plea and whimper for him. “You like my big fat cock buried in your tight little pussy? Want me to show you just how I can own your hot cunt?” With that, Tybalt slapped Hudson’s ass again before taking a firm hold of her ass cheeks, simultaneously starting to rock his hips to begin the first of undoubtedly many thrusts into her. 

@missperfectlyfinewrites

God, it was fun to tease him. The look in his eyes, the groan that she got from him, it was addictive. It also felt ridiculously good to be humping along him, but she knew it would feel even better when she finally sank down on him, or he sank into her. Her growing arousal was evident, lace dampening even more, before she giggled at him, just as breathless.

A breathy gasp was pulled from parted lips sharply, Hudson shifting slightly as he spanked her. She barely had a moment to readjust before he was pulling her panties to the side and sinking into her.

Hudson's head tilted back a little, whining out as her walls began to stretch around him.

"Oh Ty.."

@velvetrogue