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10.05 || Dr. Jung Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: Sadism, Wax Play, Restraints, Impact Play, Rough Sex, Clit Play, Rough Sex, Sub!Reader, Afab, Raw Sex (No🫵🏼), Cream Pie, Dom!Wooyoung, Split Personality, Marking, If I Missed Anything.. Let Me Know🫣…

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Your stomach was doing flips all day, tonight was the night that Mr. Hyde had promised to surface. You loved Dr. Jung with all your heart but there was something indescribable about his counterpart, Mr. Hyde. Mr. Hyde made your mouth water, he made your lower half burn with need, you wanted him all the time. He was more wild, more careless, he fucked you like you were nothing but a cheap thrill and you enjoyed it, you always came back craving more.

“Dr. Jung..? Are you okay?” You say, observing him from behind. A sick crackling noise fills the room. It feels like he grew a couple inches. An odd cool breeze blows through the room blowing out some of the candles. His shadow stretches taller than his normal height. A small cackle leaves his voice. Turning his head slightly, looking at you from the side. You can clearly make out his Cheshire Cat like grin.

“Did you miss me, my sweet?” He said through a small cackle. Turning around, the crazed look in his eyes was enough to make your stomach do flips.

“Of course Mr. Hyde I always miss you.” You say with a voice as smooth as silk. You weren’t lying, as much as you loved playing around with Dr. Jung it was something but his other half Mr. Hyde that you craved. The care he provided was none, he treated you like you were a toy, a toy he wanted to break.

Making his way over to you with blown out eyes, pupils so big it took over his iris. It was still Dr. Jung’s body but when Mr. Hyde was present, it seemed like he grew in various ways. Slowly leaning back on the lab bench you wiggle slightly to get comfortable on the cool area. Letting out a small hissing noise he approaches the side of his work bench. Lowly lit candles illuminating the area, making his face more grimacing as he stalks around to get a good glimpse of you.

“Aren’t you forgetting something sweet?” He says through a laugh.

“I’m sorry sir!” You are quick to get up, quickly peeling off your lab coat, hustling to get out of your clothes, just as you are about to unclip your bra, his cool hand can be felt on your lower back. Causing you to halt any movements, hands frozen in place like his touch was made out of ice.

“Keep these on, I want to try something new.” He says matter of factly, like he was the actual scientist, like he was going to cure anything in this world. He always had a powerful tone, very different from Dr. Jung’s playful, foxy-like tone. Mr. Hyde demanded respect, he fed off power. As long as you were around Mr. Hyde would remain well fed. Slowly easing yourself back on the workbench, your almost naked body coming in contact with the cold sheet metal causes you to let out a small whimper. Immediately catching Mr. Hyde’s ears. His sickening smile took over his face, showing off all his perfect, porcelain teeth.

“Legs up in the stirrups, sweet.” Hiking your legs up in the cool metal, he locks your legs in place. Securing it tightly making sure you can’t move what’s so ever.

“Try to escape..” he whispers out, staring at your partially naked body in amazement. Both Dr. Jung and Mr. Hyde has seen your body numerous times, yet they always look at it, like it’s their very first time. It’s crazy how the same pair of eyes can look so different each time it looks amongst you. You try to move your legs slightly, not giving it any hard or rough movements. Clearly not satisfied, he brings his hand down, smacking your inner thigh hard enough to leave a welt. Causing your body to lurch forward with your mouth hung open, no sound leaving your throat. Fueling your need to get away you start frantically moving your legs.

Mr. Hyde gazes at you with nothing but pure raw lust. Eyes raking over every inch, every crevice, every single piece of your body. His cool hand touches the welt that is rising on your skin, fingers dancing along the outline. Hand lifting to smack over that same spot, causing your body to recoil at the sting, letting out a small yelp, your hands tighten into fists, knowing not to even think of touching him without your permission. Moving to stand at the side of the work bench, his clothed groin right by the side of your face, clearly bulging out the cloth of his pants. You turn your head to look at him, your lips brushing the fabric of his pants. Letting out a groan his hand lands harshly back down on the meat of your inner thigh, proceeding to make the welt even more present, opening your mouth letting out a gasp, you feel his clothed cock jump in his slacks, clearly getting off at the pain he’s inflicting on you, you’d be lying if you said your panties weren’t soaking thru.

Undoing the button on his pants, he digs his hands in them, gripping his cock hard, feeling the heartbeat of it in his hand. Throwing his head back he lets out a groan, squeezing the tip slightly while slowly fisting the rest of his length. The sight in front of you is one for a portrait, his blonde and black hair sweeping across his forehead, small beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face, a hand down his pants with his other palming the flesh of your thigh. You let out a small whine, clearly wanting attention. You wanted to get in on some of the fun he was having. Lowering his head he looks at you with your lip between your teeth, playing with the top of your panties, glassy eyes locking onto his. Letting out a huff he steps away from you, walking to the other side of the work area, grabbing a couple lit candles, walking slowly back with them, careful not to let the flame burn out. Placing the long sticks on the small plastic trays besides him, standing them up carefully. He looks down at your wet coated underwear. Snapping the fabric against your skin, causing you to let out a breathy groan. Your hands are still playing with the tops of your panties. Grabbing your hands he shoos them away.

“How bad do you want me?” He asks out loud, the room stills, you feel your cunt throbbing at his question. He knows how bad you want him, yet he wants to hear you say it. He wants you to fuel his God complex. Your lips part slightly, getting ready to answer, yet not fast enough for him. Gripping your other thigh, he jerks you down the bench, your legs not even moving a inch as they are still being held up by the metal contraption. Squishing your cheeks in his hand, sticking two fingers in your mouth, instantly making your gag reflex surface. Your eyes water, trying to calm your breathing as much as you can. His other hand slaps your other thigh with just as much force as the first two times. His cock now leaking precum from his excessive force. Your saliva is slicking up his fingers.

“P-please!” You choke out, mouth still stuffed with his fingers. Letting out a high pitched moan, he removes his soaked fingers, hand slapping your thigh in the same exact place as before. His soaked fingers dance over the cloth of your panties, adding extra moisture to the messy fabric. Picking up a candle he pulls your panties as far away from you as he can, holding the flame up to the crotch area, letting the fabric easily catch a blaze. Your eyes grow huge, things like this were never taboo with Mr. Hyde yet he never failed to surprise you each time.

You could feel the heat from the flame on your wet core, anybody with a sane mind would've been scared, but this did nothing but turn you on even more. Your juices leaking down your thighs, dripping onto the metal table below you, causing your ass to become wet with your own arousal. The twinkle in Mr. Hyde’s eye from the flame is enticing. His eyes scream he’s a loose cannon. Just as the flame starts to travel closer to the fabric on your hips, he grips it, putting it out with his palm, the crackling of the flame dies out, gripping the fabric so tightly his knuckles turn white. The crackling of his skin doesn’t even phase him. His eyes are to busy burning a hole at your dripping cunt.

“Is this…all mine?” You know it’s a rhetorical question, you are Dr. Jungs, yet as much as you are his is just as much as you are Mr. Hyde’s. Nodding your head, panting slight, you lick your bottom lip at the sight in front of you. Cock twitching in his slacks, he shimmies them down, letting his boxers be in full view, a large wet patch of precum coating his boxers.

“Yes Mr. Hyde, I’m all yours.” Your voice sounds like sexy nothing but dirty, down right filthy sex in his ears. Letting out a small growl, he strikes your thigh with his hand again, this time jiggling the meat of it after the slap. Pulling down his boxers, letting his cock spring free he looks at his throbbing lever, then at your wet core. Pulling you further down the workbench so your cunt grazes the tip of his head. Sliding the tip of his cock between your folds, slicking himself up so he can slide into you with ease. He was a mad man, but he still had some manners.

“God…this pussy is so wet..” he says out loud, his thoughts leaving his own mouth. You try your best to bite back a smile. You know he doesn’t want the power going to your head yet it does. The sloshing noise echos in the room, his eyes twinkle with satisfaction at the way your slick covers him. Easing inside of your wet hole, he grips one of your bra covered breasts, pulling the fabric down so he can have a handful of you. Pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger. Your body shutters at the stinging feeling, he’s not easing up tonight which makes you even more hot and bothered. A slow and steady pace as he rocks his hips back and forth, he’s savoring the feeling of your wet walls being wrapped around him. His other hand gripping the workbench for dear life. Mr. Jung just be right below the surface trying to teach Mr. Hyde any type of restrain.

“Plea-“ you sentence gets cut off by the slap to your breast, your nipple hardening from the impact. You let out a breathy moan. He goes back to pinching your nipple, the stinging pain only moistening your cunt. Rocking your hips as best as you can, trying to cause friction between you both. Your legs in the stirrups were of no help, limiting your movements. His hand cracks down on your breast again, a loud groan leaves your mouth, your waterline brimming with tears now. No one could fuck you like Mr. Hyde, not even Mr. Jung.

“Please Mr. Hyde fuck me, please, please.” Tears slowly pour down your face. His mouth makes a clicking noise. If you didn’t know him well enough you would have thought you annoyed him, yet you knew him all too well. You knew that he loved when you begged for him. Slapping your slightly swollen breast again, jiggling it around in his hand afterwards, clearly amused at your pathetic pleas. He picks up his speed, knocking the air out of you instantly. His fast deep strokes were having you see stars, if not for your legs being tied up, you guarantee you’d would’ve levitated off of the bench. The sloppy sounds of your pussy are filling his head, slapping your breast again makes his cock harder. You can feel it twitch inside of your hole. With every slap to your chest he lets out a small whimper, clearly getting off at the pain he’s inflicting on you.

As he slams away at you, your face is wet with tears, every moan is being caught in your throat, eyes rolling back at the constant sting of where his hand meets the fleshy swoll area of your breast, along with the way he’s hitting deep inside of you, while his hips move at a inhumane pace. In your head all you hear is white noise, it feels like a billion bees are stinging you all over, the feeling is numbing your brain from any coherent thought. A deep growl breaks you out of your dopey state, looking down you can see his dark, feline-like eyes hawking you down like he’s going to eat you alive, his hips never wavering. Licking his lips he cracks you a smile. Dr. Jung is no longer on the surface so Mr. Hyde can do as he pleases with no restraints.

“Look at you crying, is my cock that good you cry over it? He can’t fuck you like I can, can he?” You nod fiercely, your voice getting stuck in your throat. A grin spreads across his face, just when you thought he couldn’t fuck your any harder he does. Your lower stomach twisting in knots, tears dripping off your face.

“Miste-Mister please.” You stutter out trying to get a grip on reality as your high is approaching. His tongue rolling out of his mouth, hips still pistoning in and out of you, reaching over here grabs one of the lit candles holding it over your stomach, tipping it over letting the hot wax hit your skin. The temperature difference makes you let out a loud cry.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He growls out, eyes clouded over with a new need to see you beg for the hot wax to be dripped onto your body. Your legs buckle from the authority in his voice. Clawing at the bench below you, your eyes snap to his, your chest heaving for air.

“I need it so fucking bad, please, please, pl- oh my god!” You moan out loudly, cutting your sentence off from the sensation of the hot wax hitting the swell of your breast, the wax running down glazing over your hardened nipple. Letting out a hissing noise, you feel his cock twitch. Moving the candle he lets more of the wax drip on your welted thigh. The hot temperature of the wax, mixing with the warmness of your skin, has you clenching around him. His hips buck into yours, trying to get as deep as he possibly can in you. Leaving your mouth is consistent babbles, and pleads for him to use you anyway he sees fit. The once hot wax hardening up on your skin. The steady speed at which he’s fucking you has you ready to cum, the wax is just an added on bonus.

“Spread your lips for me, sweet.” He says out of breath, you can tell he’s right on the tipping point, squelching noises are heard from how sopping wet you are, while he pounds into you. Moving your hand quickly you spread your lips, exposing your full bare pussy to him. Tipping the candle the wax hits all over your lips, the hotness spreads to your core, causing you to clench.

“Spread them more for me sweet, I’m about to fucking cum.” Mr. Hyde grits out through clenched teeth. Trying to prolong his orgasm as long as he can, knowing if he cums Dr. Jung will resurface, and you won’t get your own orgasm. You spread your cunt more open for him, exposing your neglected clit to him. Tipping the candle, the wax hits your puffy cunt, hitting directly on your clit. Instantly tossing you into an orgasm, not moving the candle a constant stream of hot wax is oozing all over your cunt, aiding you in riding out your orgasm. The constant stimulation mixed with the temperature difference on your clit has your legs jolting in the stirrups. Pulling the candle back some, Mr. Hyde lets the hot wax pour on his soaking cock that’s still striking in and out of you, letting out a hiss at the temperature. Tossing the candle carelessly on the concrete floor, he leans over, gripping your throat, pulling you in for a messy kiss, his teeth bump against yours, it’s all tongue and spit. Nipping at your bottom lip, he pants into your mouth.

“Remember who fucks you this good sweet.” Licking a stripe up your neck, nipping at the skin right below your ear, you clench involuntarily on his cock sending him into orgasm, tossing his head back he lets out a choked out yell. One hand gripping your breast while the other stabilizes himself. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead, deep breathes are flowing out of his mouth.

When he goes back into Dr. Jung it always turned you on, you see the personality difference between the two. Dr. Jung was much more caring about your well being, Mr. Hyde fucked you like you were an easy and accessible hole for him. Coming to Dr. Jung blinks himself into reality. Looking down at your caged up legs, the hardened wax covering your cunt, and your torso.

“Oh my Y/n!” He shrieks, pulling his flaccid cock out of you. Quickly undoing the stirrups, your legs drop down, a small hiss leaves your throat from your legs being hiked up for so long. Picking the hardened wax off your body, your head feels fuzzy. While Dr. Jung is freaking out you are trying to figure out when Mr. Hyde will resurface.

“I don’t know why he gets like this. Look at you! You have two hand prints marking your thighs. A handprint on your breast and you are covered in hardened wax! Why do you let him do this to you Y/n?” You try your best to bite back a smile, rolling your eyes at Dr. Jung’s fusing. Looking at him trying to peel as much of the wax off as he can. You and him both knew exactly why you let Mr. Hyde use you like this but you would never say it out loud.

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