Street Fighting BF Needs Bandaging After Fight [NSFW]

A few scratches ain’t nothin’ for your Street Fighting Boyfriend! But, ah… this time he might need a bit extra care from you… stay the night?

Content Warnings:

• Bar Fight

• Injured BF

• “Nursing” Back to Health

• Heavy Petting / Foreplay

• Receiving / Bottom Listener

• Dishes Crashing

• Sex on the Kitchen Counter

• Cumming on the Listener

Credits:

• Directors: Biscuwuit, Tobias, Sauce

• Producer: Tobias

• Voice Actor: Kiba Walker

• Writer: Foxx

• Audio Engineer: 0uter

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TRANSCRIPT: 

FX: New York City is a bustling place, even at night. Cars drive by with occasional horns honking, and sirens blare from afar. Sounds of a fight ensues from inside a bar; glasses crash and shatter and people grunt, along with the sound of punches landing their marks.

FX: The front door of the bar slams open, with the entrance bell ringing. Two sets of footsteps bolt their way out and down the street, before slowing to a stop.

FX: Your Street Fighting BF pants as he catches his breath.

SF: "You see that? Holy Luis! I got that fucker good. I think he got me good, too. Man, that hurts…"

…

SF: "Oh, I'm alright. It's just another Friday. What about you? How're you holding up?"

…

SF: "Huh? What do you mean? 'Course, I don't pick fights for the fun of it. I did it because someone needed to punch the drunk outta him. He was acting like a real jackass to you." 

…

SF: "No, I didn't account for two more to join the fight. I can tell you I wasn't counting on it, but what can you do? You gotta go with the punches sometimes and make the most out of shitty situations."

…

FX: The sounds of sirens and cars driving by continue, and he snickers.

SF: "Hey, you gotta admit I looked badass. Knocking those fools left and right, all on my own."

FX: He collapses a little, groaning in pain.

SF: "Okay, the pain I can live without. Man, I'm gonna feel that in the morning."

SF: "Say, how about we crash in my apartment? I'd love to keep you all to myself without any more distractions."

…

SF: "Why would I need to go to the hospital when I have you? You're the only person I know who can manage a first-aid kit while keeping their cool. The last time I had someone patch me up, they put burn cream on a cut. Burn cream!"

…

SF: "I can assure you it isn't filthy like last time. I made sure to pick up after myself before inviting you over. I came prepared." 

…

SF: "No, the fight wasn't part of my plan to take you home. Like I said, it just happened.”

SF: "Buuuut, you now have a reason to stay all night. I might need you to nurse me back to health. Doesn't that sound romantic?”

FX: You shuffle, feeling a little flustered. He chuckles at your reaction.

SF: "Now, why are you getting all flustered about it? You know I love the company."

SF: "Yeah…Let's hurry and get home. This stingy feeling ain't helping." 

FX: He leans on you for support as the two of you walk off, the sounds of the city and your footsteps fading.

…

FX: The rusty hinges from his apartment door squeak as it opens, squealing once more as the door is slowly shut. The two of you walk in and he collapses onto his couch, groaning in pain.

SF: "Ain't nothing like home."

FX: You rush around to look through some drawers.

SF: "If you're looking for a first-aid kit, it should be in the kitchen."

FX: You quickly run into the kitchen, searching some more until you find the first-aid kit before running back towards him on the couch.

SF: "Okay, you found it. Good. Now, Doc, please patch up my boo-boos. I'm not exactly feeling well."

FX: You take a seat next to him on the couch.

SF: "I don't suppose you could prescribe me some painkillers? I don't do well with needles." 

FX: You rummage through the first-aid kit.

SF: "You know I'm only joking. Do what you do best, my lovely nurse.~"

…

SF: "Doctor, nurse. Same thing. Whichever role you're happy with, I'm happy."

FX: You apply some antiseptic cream on one of his wounds and he yelps in pain.

SF: "What was that for?! You could've warned me first!"

FX: You continue to apply the antiseptic cream on his cuts, getting into him about the fight. 

SF: "Hey, now. I don't start fights, I only end them. It's not my fault people have to be so rowdy."

…

SF: "I am NOT rowdy. I'm rough! There's a difference."

FX: You apply more antiseptic over his wounds, making him shriek louder than before.

SF: "Y-You don't have to be so rough on me!”

FX: You start to wrap some bandages around his arms and fists.

SF: "I'll have you know if a guy hits on you, there will be consequences. What you saw earlier is results. I make results."

FX: You continue to wrap his wounds, still nagging him about the fight.

SF: "Being civil? How can I be civil when they were basically drooling all over you? I can't stand for that, not one bit."

…

SF: "You don't like seeing me hurt? I–I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you worry. What you're doing now is more than enough. Being my private doctor is why I'm a fighter and a lover."

…

SF: (On the verge of laughing) "What do you mean that doesn't make sense? It does to me. When you're good at more than one thing, why not take advantage of it and use it for good–like treating your boyfriend well?"

…

SF: "Brace yourself? For what?"

FX: You continue to patch him up, he grits his teeth, making a hissing sound. Whimpering a little at the pain.

SF: "Oh, that's what you mean! Yup, yup! You did warn me!"

FX: You lean back, laughing at him. He laughs along with you.

SF: "Oh, does my suffering amuse you? What a doctor you are!"

FX: You continue your handiwork.

SF: "Or a nurse. Choose your poison." 

…

SF: "It doesn't exactly flow right if I say, 'Choose your antidote.'" 

FX: You roll your eyes playfully and he laughs louder.

SF: "See! Even if you think it sounds stupid!"

FX: The two of you laugh more before silence. You stare at each other.

SF: "Have I ever told you how sexy you look under the light from the moon?"

FX: You shuffle, bashful at his words.

SF: "No? Well, I should tell you more often 'cause it's true."

FX: He caresses your arm.

SF: "Isn't it time for my checkup? I think it's long overdue." 

…

SF: "How about I lead you where I need it the most?"

FX: He grabs your hand and leads it to his pants, where you feel the outline of his hard dick.

SF: "I don't want to leave you with all the fun. I am more a giver than a taker."

FX: He slides his hand inside your own pants and rubs at your sex.

SF: "Don't be shy, Doc. I don't bite."

FX: You two finally touch lips. Your first few kisses are soft and sweet, before getting more desperate and wetter. He groans into your mouth, continuing to rub at your needy sex. Before picking you up in his arms.

SF: "How about we go somewhere more…romantic?"

FX: He kisses you once more as he carries you to the kitchen, accidentally pushing over a stack of dishes onto the floor as he places you on the countertop. The two of you laugh a little.

SF: “Ignore that, it's part of my plan."

SF: “Where were we?"

FX: He pulls down your pants and spreads your legs apart, pulling his cock out of his own pants before sliding inside of you, sighing in pleasure at the tightness.

FX: He groans as he starts to fuck you at a steady pace, keeping your legs spread apart for him.

SF: “Give me more…"

FX: He continues to groan, pulling you close to him

SF: “Give me more..!"

FX: His pace speeds up as he moans louder before pulling out and jerking himself off, cumming onto your sex and stomach.

FX: The two of you catch your breath before you pull him close and the two of you kiss once more.

SF: “I love you."

…

SF: “I'd say that's your reward for patching me up. Keep it up, and you might get more.~" 

FX: He kisses you once more.