#dickids scenarios

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Can I help you ? - Lee Surin ( Luda ) smut

Anon asked: Can I request Luda from Dickids rough studio sex ?

Ofc you can ^^ Here you go, But before we start I’ll need a bath full of holy water xd

You were a typical highschool girl. You had your group of friends, enemies and a boyfriend. Yes a boyfriend. Your friends were surprised when you told them who you were dating. Not because they weren’t happy for you, but because you were dating Lee Surin, or how friends and fans called him - Luda. A few other people from your school knew about your relationship and some of them spread shitty gossips about you. But you weren’t surprised at all - Luda left school, because he wanted to focus on his career and soon after that became the leader of Dickids. There was nothing bad about it right?

Bryn: Hey you! Are you coming over tonight?

You: I’m not sure. Aren’t the boys with you?

Bryn: They are, but they want to go to the club and I don’t want to be alone with them

Bryn: And Byeongho is already excited, cuz  I told him I’ll msg you

You: Lol and where’s Surin?

Bryn: He’s in studio finishing some tracks, should I call him with us too?

You: Nope that won’t be necessary, I’ll visit him tonight ~ I’ll go with you next time

Bryn: Ok..Traitor

You wanted to go with them, but also.. Surin was always working and you wanted to make him rest a bit so you decided to surprise him plus you haven’t seen him in a week and you missed him. You were thinking of bringing him food, but he didn’t really like when you spent money on him and you didn’t want to make him mad. So you just grabbed your keys, phone and left your apartment.

His studio was pretty far from your apartment, but you didn’t mindit, at least you took a nice walk.

You’ve seen some people leaving the building where Surin’s studio was. They were looking at you as you passed by them and entered the building.

“ Oh Miss Y/N , how can I help you? ” woman at the reception asked you nicely

“ Hello, I came here to visit Surin, is he there? ” You bowed at her and told her the reason why you came.

“ Sure! He is in his studio, you can go ”

“ Oh and I’m leaving too so please tell Surin to lock the building when you leave”

You noded and headed to Surin’s studio.

You knocked before entering his studio.

“ Yes? ” Surin said as you opened the door. His eye’s sparkled as he saw you standing between the door. You smiled at him and he returned the smile.

“ Hey love! ” You waved at him and went straight to hug him.

“ Is something wrong? ” You asked him a bit worried. He was always  so happy around you and now he seemed like it.

“ No everything is okay ” He smiled at you and hugged you back.

“ Okay~ What are you doing? Can I listen to it? “  You broke the hug and sat on his chair. You listened to his new track, but something caught you off. Listening carefully, you looked at him with a questioning look.

Surin looked at you smirking. He knew too well why you became shy. His new track was about you - from your personality to your body. He wrote down everything he loved about you. It’s not like you didn’t like it - you actually loved it too much. It just made you feel loved and you wanted to thank him for that.

” Those lyrics - “ Before you could finish, Surin placed his lips on yours hungrily. He deepened the kiss by pushing you against wall. As you were moaning into the kiss, Surin placed you on his studio couch.

” I love you “ He looked deep into your eyes and kissed you again, now more passionately. You loved this side of him. It was the soft side that not many people knew.

Before you could reply, Surin was kissing your neck and went straight down on your colarbones. You moaned only at the touch of his lips.

” Baby I haven’t started yet “ He smirked the sight of you and continued what he was doing.

You shivered at his could  hands  roaming throught your whole body. You could already tell that you will have a lots of marks on your body tomorrow. But you didn’t care.

You placed your hands on his groving bulge, but he stopped you.

” Next time love “ he told you, pushing away your hand. He stripped himself so he was in his boxers and continued what he was doing before.

He licked his lips before hungrily attacking your core. Moans escaped your mouth as he worked on your soon-coming climax.

He knew it, but the little shit he was he didn’t stop.

” Please stop I’m gonna come” You managed to say between moans. He stopped,but the look in his eyes said he wants more. At that moment you felt yourself turning around. You realized that Surin turned you around so your back was facing him.

" I love you " he whispered in your ear and entered you hard enough for you to scream a bit. His pace has increased and more screams escaped your mouth.

" F-Fuck Surin ... " He surely liked your screams as he pulled your head back by hair so you don't scream into the couch, but for him.

" Let me. . .  hear you Y/N " 

" Surin...please....I'm gonna cum " before you could finish you came all over his member. You could feel hot heat in yourself which meant Surin came too.

Surin turned you around again so you were facing him now.

" I missed you "

" But be prepared for next round at home " He winked at you and you both dressed up. You were tired, but round two sounds good enough for you not to fall asleep.

I'm sorry anon :( I was writing this for a looong time and I've got a writers block smh

[write-this-way-please]

Whatever You Need Me To Be

What Ever You Need Me To Be [Maturity is coming to terms with waiting│BullyDaBastard]

It was well in the middle of the night when you finally made it back to the studio. You’d been out of town for the weekend for work meetings and you knew you didn’t have any salvageable food left in your fridge, so a pit stop at the convenience store was necessary.

Juggling your keys in your free hand you attempted to unlock your door without spilling your whole shopping trip down the staircase.

Once inside you froze, looking around your studio. There was no way you were gone for three days and left the light on. It just wasn’t like you. Setting your groceries down by the door, you inched inside. You could definitely feel someone’s presence there. Tightening your small fist you rounded the corner, hearing movement.

Now or never.

That fight or flight thing kicked in. As someone turned the corner you acted immediately, letting out a loud battle cry, giving their stomach a swift punch and flipping them over your shoulder.

“Ah! Noona!” ByeongHo groaned, rolling onto his side in a strained voice. The wind clearly knocked out of him.

“Yah- What are you doing here?” you kneeled down beside him. Leaning close to him and cupping his face. “I could have killed you are you crazy!?”

“I just wanted to get in some practice.” he winced, sitting up and scratching the back of his head.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok?” you gave him once over, looking at his head. Brushing his bangs out of his face you sigh. “You’re gonna need some ice… ah… Byeongho I’m so sorry I’m-”

He leaned closer to you. “I’m fine. You’ve been harder on me in class.” he coughed, trying to catch his breath. It was really hard to play it off and look cool when he could literally feel his side bruising.

You huffed and stood up, brushing off your clothes. “Who told you to break into my studio?” Grabbing the grocery bags, you walked into the kitchen, rolling your eyes. “Why are my students such a pain in the ass?” You spotted his backpack by the corner and sighed. “You not going home again?”

He shrugged. “Home is overrated.” Truth is the day you left town he moved right in. He was already used to going to the studio out of habit, and he needed some place to practice in.

“Yah!” you grabbed him by his ear and sighed. “I told you to get your ass back in school and start going back home. Your parents are probably worried sick.” You remembered the worried phone calls his mother would make to you on a daily basis. Most parents had an angry and frustrated tone as they searched for their missing kids and demand you just send them on their way. But his mother would always sound so relieved when she would hear that he was just at the studio practicing instead of being out in the streets. She would just release a relieved sigh and told you to make sure he ate.

“They’re fine.” he rolled his eyes, unpacking your grocery bags.

“You just roll your eyes? You sassing me? You trying to get 100 push ups as a punishment?” you crossed your arms and quirked a brow.

“That all? I could take whatever you dish at me Noona”

“Cocky little bastard.” you mumbled.

“I’m not 12 anymore” he chuckled. “Guess I’m just not afraid of you. Losing your touch?”

“You trying to get flipped again?” you nudged his side roughly before helping him put the groceries away.

“Maybe I am” he smirked and winked at you.

You’d known Byeongho for four years. He’d been at your studio since the beginning. He used to be just a scrawny jr high kid. He had that look that you’d see many times. The look of someone that didn’t want to be afraid anymore. Someone that wanted to fight back. And you gladly took him under your wing. You’d competed in a lot of tournaments into your early twenties but sought to do something more. Something that was a little less straining on your body. You had one too many headshots and your parents encouraged you to open a studio since telling you to walk away from it all was a lost cause.

It was almost like fate that your first student would be the one who needed you most.

Before you knew it he’d grown into quite the young man. He’d shot past you in high, and surpassed your expectations in how quickly he’d progressed. He’d become quite the co-teacher as you garnered more students.

“So what’s for dinner tonight?”

“You could go home and bother your mother for a home cooked meal”

“Then who’d keep you company huh?” he ruffled your hair. “If it was up to you it’d just be instant ramen and meat.”

“That’s not true…” you huffed and looked down trying to tuck the instant ramen back inside the grocery bag.

“Besides.” he leaned on his hand and gave you a charming grin. “I know you missed my face.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“And yet you’re still smiling” he bit his lower lip.

You rolled your eyes, trying to come up with a comeback but he pulled you into a hug. “I did miss you Noona.” he rested his chin on top of your hair.

“I was only gone for a few days.” you grumbled against his shirt, basking in the warmth. As much as you thought he was overreacting, it was nice coming home to someone, feeling missed, feeling wanted.

“So? It was still too long.” he rubbed your back softly with his thumb. “Next time take me with you.”

As you peeked up at him from his chest he sighed and smoothed down your hair.  “Now... go rest while I cook.”

“What? But-”

“You’re tired right? It was a long train ride back to Seoul and you have a morning class tomorrow so just let me cook. I got this.” he guided you out by the small of your back into the living room. “Take a shower and then I’ll be done by the time you are”

“But-I-fine” you pouted.

Byeongho sighed watching you leave as he grabbed up the ingredients. You were the only person that ever called him out on his shit. Maybe it was because you’d known the old him. But what was it going to take for you to take him seriously as a man? What did he need to do? He wanted to show you that he could take care of you.

He took care of the dojo while you were gone, cooked, clean. Everything he could do he did. Yeah, there was an age difference but it was the one thing he couldn’t change.

And it wasn’t like this was some little crush anymore. Sure when he was a kid he admitted that. You were the coolest person he knew. Four championship wins all before you were twenty. Then you opened a studio downtown. It was like heroes envy. You taught him how to defend himself, how to be stronger, how to be confident. He was forever indebted to you.

The better he got the faster other studios took noticed and tried to scout him. But he wasn’t going anywhere. His loyalty was with you.

But boy did he remember how pissed you were when you found out he was beating up his old bullies.

There was something about having someone drag him off campus by his ear for about three blocks that made him lose his street cred.

He kneeled looking down in the middle of your studio while you lectured him. In the whole time he’d been your student he’d never seen you so angry.

“Have you lost your fucking mind!? I taught you how to fight to defend yourself not to become the bully!”

“They’re the bully! They’re just getting exactly what they deserve. Always picking on the weak and shit”

“Now they’re the weak ones. You have an advantage over them and I didn’t teach you this so you can go around acting out some revenge plot! I just don’t want you to get bullied again. I want you to be able to stand up for kids that were like you and didn’t have the resources or strength to become stronger.”

“Well I sure showed them”

“Aish! You’re actually proud of yourself!” you smacked his shoulder “Do you know what people like that do to when they can’t bully people like you anymore? They go even harder on weaker people.”

“But you fight!”

“In a sanctioned ring! There’s refs, time limits, and it’s not out of hate or revenge it’s out of sportsmanship. Listen here you hot headed little brat. You wanna fight, then I’ll get you a match. But you’re not gonna drag my studios name in the mud by beating up some kids. If you wanna fight for me it’s with honor and respect. MMA fighters get enough heat by not being respected by traditional styles...I’ll be damned if you ever dishonor my studio again. I’m not harboring a bully. If you can’t handle that then maybe you should find a different place.”

That was all it took for him to question his ways. The thought of losing this new found home made him want to hold on to it tighter. Whatever you needed of him he was willing to be it. He was your most loyal student, friend, and confidant.

His whole life he had people telling him what to do. His parents, teachers, class presidents, etc. It was like the whole world thought they were better than him. Then he met you and you were the one person that he listened to. 

You never demanded it. You were older, you were his instructor, and yet you never demanded respect. You treated him respectfully and he followed suit. You listened to him and he to you. 

By the time he realized he’d fallen he was too far gone.

You may not have seen him as a man yet, but he was willing to wait. Until then he’ll be what you needed. 

END

If you’d gotten this far I’d like to thank you.

I felt like I needed a disclaimed for this scenario. I know it’s against my own rule to write for him and honestly, I’ve been sitting on this scenario for about half a year and I just really liked it. I kept it age appropriate being that Byeongho is a minor. But I felt inspired. I couldn’t make this scenario about anyone else, it was literally built around him and I just went for it. 

I don’t think I’m going to make it a habit of writing for him, nor am I willing to take on any minors. But I learned that a huge part of why I didn’t update as frequently is because I hit a creative wall. I didn’t feel confident to upload things that I actually did work on so I’m trying to overcome that. Hopefully you guys like this. <3 thank you for your support and love.