Who: Reader x Monsta Woo ( Kim Young Woo) x Christian Yu
What: Smut/ SPY AU
Story: Just because I'm telling you this story, doesn't mean I'm alive at the end.
In an instant, Christian had me up against the wall. His lips pressed hard against mine, his mouth covered my own in the harshest kiss he could bestow on me. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, stealing my breath from me. The heat between us rose as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel his member hard and pressing against my sex wanting so desperately to penetrate me. He snatched off my shirt and as we kissed passionately, me holding his face in both my hands, his hands worked at my breast. His thumbs found my nipples hiding behind the bra and circled them, teasing them to rise. They pushed against the fabric swelling and aching to be touched, pinched and sucked on.
Suddenly, he pulled his lips away from me, he looked me in the eyes with his hand caressing my neck. He set me on my feet slowly, the seriousness in his face making me feel like a child in trouble.
"What did they do to you?" He asked.
His hand snaked around my back, his fingertips effortlessly finding the large ugly scar on my back. His hands had traced that stupid scar hundreds of times it seemed. His mind had the image of it burned into him. He looked a little more compassionate now but he was still hard in his tone.
"Tell me what they did to you."
"It happened so long ago Christian-"
"Tell me. You've kept this secret to yourself for so long. Tell me what they did to you."
I sighed and pushed myself past him and took a seat. I let my mind go back to that time, as if I was stepping back into the body of Roo, reliving everything she went through.... everything I went through.
"They started with waterboarding. That went on for an hour until they realized I wasn't going to say anything. So they decided to beat me up, they hung me from the ceiling, nearly pulled my arms out of my sockets and just beat the shit out of me like a punching bag. They asked me questions I refused to answer and then tried to hold me for ransom. Changmo refused, telling them to kill me if they had to."
There was a growl in his voice. He was pissed, I couldn't be sure if it was because I got myself into that situation or because Changmo didn't back me up.
"If I told them everything and I lived, Changmo would kill me. If I held my tongue, they would kill me so at the end of it all I was expected to die. They tried even more to get me to talk, they whipped me until I had gashes on my back. They tried stabbing me and rubbing salt in the wounds they created. I screamed for hours almost everyday they had me captive. Even after hearing Changmo tell them to kill me, I kept my mouth shut but it wasn't because of my loyalty to him. That had been shattered. What made me keep my mouth shut was that I was plotting. I knew I would get out of there. I wasn't sure how but I never resolved that I would die there. My anger and pain seeped into my bones and helped me hold on. It wasn't the whip that left the ugliest of scars though. It was the Cat-O-ninetails except they had altered it, braided it into one long tail that licked at my back. The sharp blades at the end of it dug into my skin and ripped it open. It was pure agony. That torture was the worse, there were times I passed out just because I couldn't endure it."
He no longer stood behind me, he walked around the chair I sat in and bent down to kiss me again. He kissed me in a softer manner than before. I think he was hurt that all of that happened to me. I don't even remember crying when it happened, just screaming in utter anguish. Their questioning eventually became numb sounds in my ears, there were times I thought my heart would stop. My boys came to save me, they found out I was kidnapped and took me to Code. He took care of me until Changmo found out where I was. He took me back to his place, when ever I woke up he questioned me just as hard as the White Fang but I didn't hold anything back from him. I had worked for Changmo six more months before Code was able to help me devise a plan and new identity so that I could get out.
"We are going to protect you but you have to be honest with us." Christian said.
"Christian I need you to listen to me very closely," I reached up and cradled his head in my hands. I looked him deep in the eyes, I held him close to my face and with as serious of a voice as I could muster I said, "No matter what I do next you have to trust me."
I could see questioning in his eyes and because I knew them both so well I knew that my pleading might only go over well with Christian. It wasn't just that they would see the worst of me but I was ready to make a deal with White Fang that would officially make me apart of the mob again. Whether or not he predicted that was what everything might come down to, I wasn't sure but I could see the caution in his face. Without promising me, he leaned in and captured my lips again, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. He laid me on top of the table we were at and yanked down my pants effortlessly.
Christian brought his body over mine and trailed kisses softly down my body. The harshness of his passions had dissipated and he was back to my sweet lover. He opened my legs for him to slip through and dipped his head down to my sex. His tongue swiped along my lips, pushing through them like they were a barrier to reach the sensitive clit beneath. His arms wrapped around my legs as he devoured me, he licked me up like a feast. His tongue caressed and invaded my heat, he lapped me up like he was parched and he needed my sweet juices to quench his thirst. My hands went to my nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling them while he sucked on my clit. Heavy lustful moans escaped my lips, he hummed deliciously into my core and I felt his teeth nibble at my skin.
A surprised yelp escaped me, something I myself never heard. I looked down at him seeing him looking up at me at the same time. His eyes were dangerously dark, his mouth worked on me with pure skill sending me to heaven. His thumbs pushed into my hips as they rolled against the table. He stood up suddenly, unfastening his pants and pulling them down slightly to release his member. His hand came to my neck as he let his heat slide along my moistened lips. His hand slid down teasing my breast as his tip finally found my entrance and slid inside of me. He moved slow allowing me to feel every inch of him. Soft moans turned into deeper ones as he picked up his pace, pushing himself deeper inside of me. The table rocked beneath me and my breast bounced as my body was moved by his thrusting. I felt the heat in me rising, surging through my body but I wanted so much more. His strong hand was gripping my waist, I grabbed onto his forearm feeling the flexed muscle.
I sighed into the rhythm of his fucking, my hair spread out across the table. I used my fingers to comb through it. As I tried to lean myself on one arm, he came over my body still pumping at an even tempo trying to keep me down. His lips found mine again, his tongue forcing my mouth open to kiss me. The taste of my juices lingered on his tongue and he let me enjoy the flavor of it with his deep kissing. The sounds alone were seductive and intoxicating. I pulled on his hair until he took his other hand and wrapped it around my hip. He pulled my butt up high and he rammed into me so hard I cried out. He held himself inside me while my walls contracted around him, trying to get used to him being in me. It felt like my core was trying to suck him in deeper. I shuddered under him feeling like I was going to break.
"I'm going to cum." I moaned.
He lifted me up from the table, he slid out of me and turned me around tilting me at the hip. My hands planted themselves on the table and I felt him enter me again. His sex stabbed up inside of me, demanding me to go crazy. I wanted to drown in his arms. As he took me from the back, I felt his hand graze over the scar, something he hadn't done since we first slept together. I reached back to stop him but he grabbed my arm and he pressed his chest against my back all the while still moving in me.
"I love you Y/N. Scars and all." He said in the sexiest fucked out voice.
His tone was deep and delicious, thick with dominance. My head felt hazy, I felt high almost.
"Christian-- I'm coming." I warned him.
He bent me over more, grabbing my hands and pulling them behind me, ridding me like a horse and my hands were the reigns. My breast pressed against the cold table and my back arched. One powerful stroke sent waves of pleasure surging through my body making me wiggle and writhe beneath him. I cried and squirmed while white flashed in my vision. Christian kept moving, making my orgasm last longer than I could handle. My head rushed leaving me a little dizzy and soon I felt him release his passions inside of me. Christian leaned over me, I felt his shirt against my back. The fabric of his shirt felt soft against my skin, almost relaxing me.
"Whatever you have to do Y/N," he turned my head so I could look him in the eyes, "come back to us."
I smiled softly at him and ran my fingers through his hair.
"There's no one else in this world that I love more than you and Woo. I'll come back to you, both of you."
I went to collect my clothes to get dressed. Christian cleaned himself up and pulled his pants back up. As I put on my bra and started to slip my shirt over my head, I said,
"Just remember what I said," I looked over my shoulder back at him. "Whatever comes next-- you have to trust me."
I walked over to the stairs making my way up to the upper part of the garage. I took the black Maserati and headed out to the north district. The boys were from my days in the military. We were in the same unit, they were also the ones to rescue me when they found out I had been taken. It was Code Kunst that alerted them when it happened, which is why they took me to him to recover after they rescued me. They were the best army of two I knew and they took out the White Fangs unit with no problem. They were also big bomb fanatics, at least JL is. I didn't let them know I was alive, we've been out of contact for three years since I was legally declared dead.
When we were in the military, we called ourselves oxes. We were head strong and raced toward challenges. We weren't afraid of shit. I walked up to their apartment building, I forgot how nice it looked. I made my way through the back using some lock picking trick I learned when I worked for Changmo. I let my hair cover my face and kept my jacket on so that I blended right in with everyone else in the building. I made my way to their apartment door. I knocked on it and the door cracked open, I looked up slightly from behind my hair. Maybe I looked like the bitch from the grudge because he gave me this weird ass look. He couldn't see my whole face anyway, I was wearing my face mask again. The faint smell of smoke escaped from behind the door.
"Who are you?" He said.
I showed him my gun without a word and he sighed frustrated and moved back. I held it up a little higher to him when I walked through the door. He pushed his cigarette into the ash tray before he held up his hands. I just chuckled and removed my face mask while putting my gun away.
"You're such a pussy." I said.
"Roo?" He said surprised.
He stared at me shocked for a moment and then quickly hugged me. I laughed,
"Hey Rick." I said.
Rick Lee was thick, he had broad shoulders and he had a deliciously deep voice. He pulled away to look me in the face chuckling himself,
"I told JL your ass didn't die. You're like a fucking terraformer roach, you're too hard to get rid of."
I rolled my eyes while I laughed at him for using an anime reference. He wrapped his arm around me and walked me into the living room calling out for JL. JL left his room looking annoyed as to why Rick was yelling for him until he saw me. He looked at me like he couldn't believe it. I was really alive. He looked like he was half considering that I was a ghost he was seeing. He walked up to me reaching out slowly until he touched my shoulder and when he was finally sure that it was the absolute truth, that I wasn't some ghost coming to haunt him but the real Yong Roo alive and well, he wrapped his arms around me tight. I smiled as I could hear the heartbreaking happiness in his voice,
"You're alive." He said in disbelief.
"Hey John...I've missed you." I said.
He released me from his embrace and I saw him wipe his eyes. He didn't like showing his emotions too much but sometimes it was easier for him to show his than Rick. Rick tried to keep up his facade until no one else was around. We sat down on the couch, Rick sitting next to me while John sat in his computer chair in front of us. They wanted to know what happened and why I waited three years to show up again. I explained to them the plan me and Code made for me to get out of Changmo's grasp. I wanted to leave without the hassle from either one of the gangs. Though they were still upset that I hadn't told them my plan they understood why I had to do it. I also had to explain to them that not only did I have a new identity but the White Fang discovered I was alive and tried to capture me again. This time I was going to take the fight to them.
"Please tell me-" JL started.
"Yes, we're going to need bombs John."
He cheered happily and we laughed.
"We're also going to need guns, lots of guns." I said.
If they were girls they would've squealed. Their grins were wide thinking about all the action that was about to go down. Before I could inform them of the plan, they started questioning me about my life the past three years. When I told them about Christian and Woo, they weren't surprised I had two boyfriends but they were surprised that they were both spies. Even more, they wanted to know why I was attempting to pull off this deal with the White Fang when they were more than likely opposed to it. It was the reason I told Christian he had to trust me. Things were going to get a bit shaky and if all went as planned, I might be able to go back to my normal life. I wasn't lying to them though; in order for this to all end, everyone had to die. Everyone that would come back to get revenge had to be removed. The only one that could get away was the leader of the White Fang and in order for that to happen, he would have to agree to our deal.
"I'm glad you're alive." John said.
"You didn't think I'd be that easy to get rid of did you?"
"Never know with these gangs. I told you not to get mixed in with their mess, especially Changmo."
He wagged his finger at me but I could only roll my eyes. A smile crept up on my lips just afterwards. I left my phone at the house and since we hadn't gone back to the place yet, I was without a way to communicate with Woo and Christian. On one hand that was good because they wouldn't be able to track me. I was damn sure they had away to do that even though they never told me. The problem was that when Rick and John took their places I wouldn't be able to contact them. John went and pulled out something from a drawer and stuck it on my jacket.
"Camera?" I asked.
"Tracker, just incase your bull headed self gets kidnapped again."
He smiled as he pushed his finger into my forehead. I swatted his hand away and I told them my plan. They brought all the supplies they had in their apartment to me and then we headed out to get the rest of the supplies. Rick gave me a burner phone he had, he told me he kept it on hand for emergencies but I was slightly wondering if there was another reason why he had one. I could never really tell with him. We had separated for some time and I waited for them to send me a text on where they were. I wanted to text Woo and Christian but I thought it wasn't the best thing to do at the moment. I made sure my guns were loaded, my knives were on me and the feeling of Chaos started to stir my blood. I felt like a chain reactor about to blow.
Rick sent me the text that he was in place, John sent me the same a few minutes later. Our locations were dispersed, they were no where near where I was. There was another location that held the White Fangs members, money and drugs in it. I gave them the go ahead to blow the place apart, anyone they saw alive, the were to kill them on sight. I waited to watch the White Fangs men jump in their cars and drive off. I knew their leader was still inside, well guarded but his larger numbers were spreading out and that was all I needed. There was a side door that I used as my entrance. I slowly made my way through the hall checking before I turned every corner. I had a silencer on only one of my guns. For the most part, I suspected I would use my knives more than anything else. I was about to turn a corner when I heard some feet coming, I stepped inside an unlocked door. The room was abandoned and I waited for them to pass. There were three men from what I could hear. They were talking about the explosion Rick and John caused. They heard the place was under attack and it seemed like there was a group attacking. Others had been sent out to guard the other warehouses.
The plan was coming along smoothly. I was hoping Rick and John could get out of there as soon as possible. They had to wait a little bit to see if anyone was still alive but considering the bomb JL had in mind and the size of the wearhouse I was sure they could clean the place out quickly without a hitch. They just couldn't get caught by the cops and even more they couldn't get caught by the White Fang.
I snuck out of the room I was in, watching my six as well as my front to make sure no one was surprising me. I turned another corner, I was getting closer to my destination. I made a noise to draw one of the men away. As he headed down the hall and turned, I hid myself half way in a shadow. He approached slowly and I listened, counting his foot steps until I stepped out holding my gun to his face. He stopped dead in his tracks. I put my finger to my lips as I closed the space between us. I smiled at him and reached up to his face like some temptress looking for a kiss. It was distracting enough for me to shoot him in the leg and he groaned in pain, falling to the ground. He tried to reach for his gun but I was already on top of him, knife out and I jammed it in his throat.
The guards called out asking if he was okay. There was silence waiting for an answer. His blood gurgling in his throat was all the answer he got. I could hear the foot steps coming to check on him as they asked if he found anything. I moved back into my spot, listening to see if anyone else was coming. I checked behind me just to make sure no one else was there. Someone called the guy's name just as he was getting closer. I watched as his head hadn't turned yet to see his fallen comrade on the floor dead and blood pooling from his throat to paint the ground. He looked like he was trying to understand the silent communication of his other partner. I looked back for a second noticing a camera and cussed to myself. They must've seen me but it didn't matter I was close enough to my destination to fight my way through. I shot at the man. He had turned in time to see both me standing with my gun and the man I had killed but it wasn't enough time to react.
My bullet ran straight through his chest and he fell but it wasn't any place vital. I saw him lean up from the floor and raise his gun to shoot at me. I took cover behind the wall quickly and heard other foot steps coming. I bit my lip with another curse and turned the corner quickly to get a kill shot. More bullets whizzed past me, just missing my head and shoulders that were poking out form behind the corner. The firing ceased for a moment and the men took small steps toward me. I disappeared more into the shadows making sure the camera could no longer see me. I had my knife ready in one hand while I had put my gun in my holster. One suit turned the corner and I came at them, chopping them in the neck and pushing their hand with the gun out of the way. I kicked at their abdominals sending them back into the wall and I threw my knife at him. It hit him right in the shoulder. I felt some sort of triumphant victory from that.
The adrenaline pumped in my veins like a car on the race track. My heart beat was like thunder in my chest as the excitement of fighting and shooting once again awakend the woman I used to be. Roo was alive and well and they were about to know the full extent of my wrath. I pulled out my gun, two shots to his chest and one to his brain. Blood spattered on the concrete wall behind him along with brain matter and the lights in the hall started flashing red. I wondered if it was the guards that sounded this alarm or if it was Him.
Without haste, I stepped out form the corner but the other man that was with him wasn't to be seen. I figured he was making the same move that I did so I took one of the smaller flash grenades Rick gifted me witg and tossed it so it landed near him. I jumped behind the other corner and I could hear the man say "oh shit" just before I covered my ears and the bang went off. I won't lie, the sounded echoed through the hallway and startled my senses enough that it was going to take a moment for me to truly hear well. I hurried past my corner and to the next one seeing the guy stumbling down the hallway, the hand with the gun was pushed to his ear in pain. I shot him in the back and hurried up to him. He was still crawling and as I got to him I pulled out the knife, slitting his throat to make sure he was truly dead.
I could feel the shift in my mentality as I headed further into the lion's den. I thought about how stupid his soldiers were; they needed better training and at the same time I enjoyed the thrill of infiltrating such a dangerous gangs realm. I headed up the steps and into another hallway, another shoot out descending upon me with way more soldiers. I ended up in a fight with two of them. One of them caught me from behind and I pushed up using them as leverage to kick the other. I stepped on the foot of the one holding me and jerked my head back so hard I'm pretty sure I broke his nose. I pulled out my other glock and shot him in the head. As the other one came back, he kicked the glock out of my hand and he held his gun up at me. I smiled at him and held my hands up. He stepped up to me cautiously yelling to the others that he had caught me. He was a little premature in his victory to say the least. As he reached out for one of my hands, I grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the gun. I pushed his arm up and kicked him in the balls. He let go of me when he shielded his junk and I grabbed him by the hair and kneed him in the face. He was able to capture my ankle as I swiped it for another kick but he had dropped his gun in the process. He yanked my leg and twisted me until I fell on the ground. The footsteps of the other soldiers started to close in. They were coming in quick like a stampede. I pushed up on my hands and donkey kicked him in the face. I quickly stood up and turned, kicking his gun to the side. I moved with the speed of a cheetah bringing out my other gun and shooting him in the head.
By now, I was literally covered in the blood of my enemies. The other soldiers caught up, I counted four and they opened fire. I ran for cover. I felt the hot graze of someone's bullet along my thigh and my side. As if getting shot on the side again wasn't already annoying, I found myself in a dead end. The grazes weren't enough to deter my movement but as they came after me I had to use the small space to my advantage. I pulled my gun out with the silencer and ducked under a small hail of bullets from one of the front shooters. A quick movement landed a bullet in his throat and he dropped to the ground. I was slapped in the face by the medt soldier, and I stumbled back over the dead body. I hit the back wall and as the guy came for me I tried to shoot him but my gun had already been emptied by my previous shoot out in the other hallway. I dropped the gun quick catching his hand. The gun pointed to my head but I tilted it to the side. The bullet hit the wall behind me, there was a terrible ringing in my ear. I pushed on his pressure point and used the bottom of my palm to hit his nose. He grabbed my other hand and twisted it. I stomped on his foot and head butted him again. With my free hand I took out one of my other knives and pushed it into his gut. While he was writhing in pain I grabbed his gun and loaded his body with bullets. As this fight went on, I only realized for a slight second that my body was reacting as if I were on autopilot like I was some character in a game and someone else was controlling my movements.
I shot the last man without hesitation and collected two of the guns from the fallen bodies. I headed for the main office. They saw me coming and three more men came out, guns blazing. We were at odds with each other and the ones that were left in the office closed the door to secure the room for their leader. I quickly shot at them, moving from one corner to the next avoiding bullets as best as I could. I shot at the light and sparks fell down on them giving me a moment to shoot at them. I shot the one on the left in the arm. The other on the right was hit on the chest. I quickly whipped the one in the middle with the gun and he fell to the floor. The left soldier pointed his gun at me from the floor. I kicked the gun away in time and shot him in the head. The middle man grabbed me from behind, his arms wrapped around my neck to choke me out. I struggled with him turning juus around just as the right soldier started coming towards me. I jumped and kicked him with both feet and the force from the push sent both the soldier in front t and the soldier holding me stumbling. Still clutching onto me, the soldier tripped onto the one I already killed and I elbowed him in the gut. The soldier in front aimed at me and I moved just in time so he ended up committing friendly fire. The soldier behind me was now dead and I sprinted towards the one in front knocking the gun out of his hand. He knocked my gun out of mine and we went at it fist to cuffs.
He blocked my punches, right and left. We swung at each other furiously but with control. We were both obviously trained fighters and honestly he seemed much better than me. His defense was incredible. He blocked a round house kick with his arm. He extended with his left, his knuckled bearing down in my chest. I lost my breath for a second stumbling back. I took a deep breath guarding myself for another fight with him. The side of my lip was bleeding but I couldn't remember where the wound came from nor did I care. I licked the blood away and we came after each other again. He swung with his right and I leaned back avoiding it. I snapped by body back up right punching him square in the jaw. Again a barrage of punches went back and forth between us, he punched me in the gut I hit him in his ribs a few times.
We created distance again and we were both panting. The blood in my veins were on fire they burned with a passion. Fury was ignitied in me in a way I hadn't felt for three years. I was turned on but it wasn't a purely sexual feeling it was something on an entirely different level. I felt electricity in my body and every nerve in me seemed alive and wiggling. I smiled feeling impassioned by the fight however my ultimate goal was right behind that door and I didn't have time to waste. I stood up straight dropping my guard and waited for him to make his move. He looked at me confused and then his eyes shifted to a gun not to far away. I smirked at him and he moved to get the gun. I quickly moved in the same direction and when he turned around I had caught him right in the stomach, my hand pushing his up so the gun didn't face me if he did pull the trigger. I yanked the knife to the side while it was still impaled in him and he started bleeding out more, his blood covering my hands more than his other fallen comrade. I was covered in death and I watched as the floor bleed red with his life leaving him. The thin trail of blood slipping out from the corner of his lips as he drew his last breath and the slight satisfaction I got from watching it happen made me earn the damn name: the devil's apprentice.
I grabbed the other guns on the floor and shot at the lock then kicked the door in. I didn't hesitate, I just shot his two body guards. One was hit in the arm the other I got in the chest. I walked over to the one I shot in the arm and unloaded the gun in him. I went to the other and stabbed him in the eye. I allowed him to writhe in agony for a little as I stared at their leader. The boss that had issued the capture of me once again. Perhaps he didn't learn from the last time, when I killed every last man that tortured me in cold blood. He watched as I bent down and shoved the knife into his stomach and cut all the way up revealing his organs. His life slipped from him painfully slow and I smiled sinisterly at the man I hated so much.
"I should've known all along," he said, "no one can kill the devil's apprentice."
I stood up and walked over to the desk. I sat down and placed my feet up with the gun facing him. Shin Dong gab, boss of the White Fang and Taeil's new little pet. We were about to make a deal and if he refused his body was going to drop to the floor full of led. The smile I wore with the blood of his men standing my hands, clothes and some of it splattered on my face I was sure made me look very much like a demon. His face was hard and he stared at me waiting for me to speak.
"We have some things to discuss Dong gab." I said.
And just like that, Roo Yong had returned....