I have literally never written a Y/N story before so this is gonna be new 😆 we'll see how this goes. Gonna do one version with Halcón x reader and a roulette x reader and then maybe next either Esme x reader or Miguel 🤭 Oo maybe a Gavin too. Comment and name drop who you want me to do next!

Enjoy!

'God why did I decide to go home at this hour?' You thought to yourself as you tucked your hands into your pant pockets, the only shield from the coarse air outside.

The street you walked down never ceased to give you the shivers even after years of taking the same route. It was creepy, the street lamps dim and flashing if the bulbs weren't out all together. It was hopeless that they'd ever fix it anytime soon, the city budget for this side of town had dwindled out a long time ago.

You were walking through east Brooklyn after work, having just gotten off the subway a few streets back. The sun would still be out to give you a bit of reassurance had this been a normal day, but your job had requested you work overtime. You were beginning to wonder if the extra pay check was worth walking home in the dark.

You jumped in your skin as you heard a metallic rattle echo down the alleyway beside you. You froze and frantically tried to decide if you should go back the opposite way or run past it, before a small cat leapt out behind the trash cans.

You released a heavy sigh of relief. Your imagination was getting the best of you again.

The cat eyed you while it walked against the wall, arching it's back no doubt to reach an itch it couldn't quite scratch. You approached it tentatively, clicking your tongue and outstretching your hand as you crouched low to the ground.

It was probably a poor idea to be approaching a stray, especially when it could be carrying rabies or fleas- but you were a sucker for animals and couldn't deny your love for felines.

It's nose booped the top of your hand and you chuckled. You had some leftover crackers from your lunch so you carefully opened the packet from your pocket, presenting the pieces in the palm of your hand to the shrewd cat. It looked young beneath all the dirt and grime caked to its fur, soot turning its ginger paws brown. It wasn't a kitten, so it was probably an adolescent.

"Poor thing, it's okay. Eat up." You murmured softly, letting it sniff the crackers before eating it with munches.

Your surroundings up to this point had been dimly illuminated by the vague yellow light behind you- but now you were shrouded in darkness. Chills ran up your spine. You had never felt such an ominous feeling before- only ever saw it described in stories of that weight of someone's eyes on your back. Of the air thickening with someone's presence, just inches away from behind you.

The cat who had been gleefully eating had now arched its back, the hair along its spine bristling as it flexed it's claws. It's yellow teeth glinted as it hissed, pupils dilated and the blacks reflecting the shadow behind you.

Slowly, you turned your head to look.

"What's a pretty chica like you doing out here so late?"

His voice was thick and smooth, a hint of a Spanish accent. His hair was combed back in dark satin brown. Even in the dark you could recognize the tan face of the annoying man who worked at the mechanic shop on this street. Andrés.

You'd known him for a couple months. You had a sort of mutual agreement with him to never speak when you walked by his shop- and yet always held eye contact for a solid five seconds before turning your heads away. He'd always somehow be right at the front of the garage at the exact time you walked by, and always go back inside as soon as you reached the end of the street. He never knew how often you'd look back to see if he was still there before you turned that corner.

"What do you want?" You snapped at him, rising to your feet.

"Just checking on you." He took a step towards you. "It's dark, and this area is full of... criminals."

You scoffed slightly and crossed your arms, feeling a bit bold. "And let me guess... you're here to protect me?"

His lips twitched in a slight smile. "Protect you, from the criminals? Who's to say I'm not one of them?"

You wrly laughed before you realized his face was deadly serious. You now felt like a cat cornered in an alley, a dogs canines dangerously close to snapping to your neck. You took a step back from Andrés, your breath quickening.

Before you could react, he lunged forward, grabbing your shoulders and planting you against the wall. The cat yowled and dashed down the alley, but your focus was held on the brown eyes that pierced into yours.

"I- I don't have anything for you to steal-" you stammered quickly, trying to think of what to do in this kind of situation. You were being robbed, right? But why would this shop mechanic go after you? You never carried anything valuable.

"Yes you do." He spoke softly, his eyes cascading down from your eyes to your lips, then your neck... your chest... your figure... all the way down to your legs and feet.

It felt uncomfortable and yet, oddly exciting. All those times you walked by his garage to see his large hands winding a wrench on a car part- his arms flexing and muscles rippling- or the way his white tank hugged his torso and his sweat gave it transparency to preview the pecs and abs beneath; all those times you walked by and wondered what the rest of his body looked like.

And every second of those five you held eye contact, wishing it was longer. Wishing it was a real conversation. And wishing he wouldn't look away. That you'd just stay within his focus- that he'd walk over and say hello to you.

And now here he was, pushing you up against the wall and sliding his hand down your arm to your forearm. You enjoyed the touch until you felt him jerk your wrists above your head.

"I can steal a kiss..." he softly pressed closer, his lips brushing against yours.

This wasn't right. This was against your non-verbal agreement. He was supposed to be just eye candy- and now that your fantasies were becoming a reality, you weren't sure how to feel. Was this a prank? Was he playing with you? Or were you entirely dreaming?

"Don't look so shocked..." he murmured, his thumb brushing over your wrists.

"Sorry let me just be shocked internally." You had the courage to joke and he chuckled. It was good to see you were capable of making him laugh.

"It's pretty plain that we have a mutual attraction for each other... why don't we just skip all the other steps and get to it?" He leaned closer.

You couldn't help but feel like he was bringing reproach to your little situation by rushing things as he was. But then again, his lips did look very plump...

"Why can't you ask me out on a date, first?" You spoke logically against your body's wishes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm tired of riding the same merry go round. Nodding my head at your favorite color as if I haven't gone through the same process before. I'm tired of it all."

He looked back at you, pressing closer, yet his hands loosened on your wrists.

"I want to forget life's problems. No strings attached. I see the way you look at me everyday, and I'm sure you want the same thing."

You blushed slightly. Nothing slipped past him- and you cursed for being so easily found out about your eye boggling.

"Am I that obvious?" You whispered, glancing back down at his lips.

They were surrounded perfectly by scruff, the hair dark and bristling across your skin and sending shivers. He was tracing your jaw with his lips, eyes trained on your reactions.

"Yeah, to any searching eyes." He murmured back. "So, are you down?"

You chewed your lip. A friends with benefits kind of relationship? You weren't against it. Work had become tiring. Life had become a rut. Constantly repeating the same cycle of routine. Continuously waking up before dawn, brushing your teeth, showering to the same playlist of music, eating the same brand of cereal, wearing the same uniform, and walking the same way to and from work.

And yet for how tiring it had been, who knows what would have happened today if you didn't take this same street- you may not have ever had this conversation with him.

Maybe it really was time for a change. Maybe he was the one meant to spice things up in your life. It could be fun. You liked fun.

"Alright-" you began but were cut off as his lips roughly crashed onto yours.

He really wasted no time. The way his lips captured yours was certain and hungry- his scruff scraping against your skin and sending tingles down your spine. You squirmed your wrists slightly, yearning for more, but his grip tightened and held you in place. He was so strong and he was only using one hand.

His other lifted to the top button of your uniform, popping it off with his thumb before he kissed your throat- eliciting a small gasp from your lips. You'd never done anything like this before- or at least it had been so long that you couldn't remember the last- and the touch of his lips on your collar bone lifted a fever to your skin.

He was good. Definitely an expert. Finding every sweet spot on your skin and sucking with just enough pressure to get your voice trembling. He always went back to the same spot on your neck, kissing your pulse and sucking the tender skin over and over. Guess you were wearing a turtle neck tomorrow.

"Andrés-" you gasped as he popped another button from your shirt, the top of your chest exposed. "S-shouldn't we be doing this somewhere else-"

He gripped your waist firmly and lowered his lips to the middle of your exposed chest, kissing it and causing that deep yearning to pool in the depths of your core.

"Why? are you shy, tesoro?" He chuckled- a deep rumble that you felt vibrate against your chest as he continued kissing. "I find this rather exciting. Don't you?"

He let go of your wrist but suddenly lifted you up by your waist, pulling you over his shoulder and giving you a view of his back and toned legs. He walked down the alley rather than leaving it, making your heart pound faster.

"Andrés I'm being serious- what are you doing-" you cut off with a sharp yelp as you felt his hand slap against your ass and cupped it shortly after. Your skin stung, but you had to bite your lip to keep you from showing how good it actually felt.

"Shh Cariño, don't worry so much. I promise you'll have some fun."

Rather than stopping deeper in the alley way like you thought, he turned down another path and kept walking until he stopped at the back door to a building. He opened it carefully while still holding you over his shoulder. You were practically breaking your neck to see what was happening behind his arm.

It was the garage, you realized, as you saw the chains hanging from the ceiling and inhaled the fumes of oil and metallic scents. The walls were littered with shelves that housed mechanical parts and plastic containers filled with screwdrivers or nuts, tools hanging on a rack, tires slanted against the wall- and a shiny, red convertible in the middle of the workspace.

He walked to a corner of the room where shortly after you realized he was walking up steps, reaching a second floor and opening a door to an apartment you hadn't realized was there all these months.

He finally set you down on the bed, not giving you time to take in your surroundings as he fiercely kissed your lips again.

"You don't even know my name-" you gasped out before his lips pounced onto yours again.

"That's what I like about you." He murmured softly, kissing your jaw more. "I told you I'm not looking for any attachments. Just someone I can get lost in. And you fit the bill."

You moaned as his hand slid up your thigh, squeezing it gently while he moved your hair aside and kissed your neck further. His fingers skillfully unhooked the button to your pants, unzipping it, before your hand reached for his.

He paused, pulling back and looking at you with a flushed face. His swollen lips were parted, eyes searching yours.

"I'm sorry if I've been forceful this whole time- I won't continue if you're still unsure," he stated, though his fingers twitched.

You glanced down his body, saw the white tank that exhibited his broad shoulders and bronze arms, the leather pants that bundled at his thighs and strained against the tent in his pants. He must have been showing a ton of self control right now, you noted.

You looked back up at him. "No, I want some fun. I'm sure of it."

He smiled softly but still kept still above you. "You're absolutely certain?"

You nodded. "Certain."

He carefully unbuttoned your shirt all the way this time and tugged it off. He leaned down and kissed down your stomach, lifting goosebumps across your skin. He moved back to your lips and kissed you, cupping your face in his hands before you sharply gasped when you felt his teeth pierce your bottom lip. As soon as your lips parted his tongue gained entrance, diving to yours and exploring every crevice in your mouth.

After awhile of moaning against him as he orchestrated your melody, he finally pulled away and leaned off of you for a moment before you watched him pull his tank off of his body. All you could think of in that moment was how many sculptures you'd see at the museum that simply must have drawn inspiration from this visage. Beautiful sun kissed skin, abs that could break a knife, a chest definitely meant for screaming against and not for using like a pillow.

He dropped his pants down next and you absolutely gawked.

Tonight was gonna hurt.