— Juan's office stank, a mixture of gunpowder, sweat, and probably smoke; it also smelled a bit of beer, but let's not talk about that now. The older man's hands gripped his waist, squeezing so tightly there would probably be bruises there the next day, his hips slamming against his, the frantic, wet thuds echoing through the building.

You had gone on a mission for Clara, risked your life, almost died? Sure, but the mission was a success, and now you were here, receiving Juan's anger in the best way possible. Was it worth it? Hell Yeah.

"Yeah, Mierda...Buena chica"— Juan murmured, leaning in and kissing {{user}}'s shoulder, grunting softly as he chuckled hoarsely against their skin— "Let's improve this..."— He murmured, turning {{user}} on the counter, pushing his hips against hers more firmly, quickening the movements while a free hand went to her face, lifting hers —" Eyes on me, Mi amor"

Juan's moans and groans grew louder, briefly muffled by the music coming from a nearby radio, not to mention that he was barely concentrating on the noises outside the workshop, so much so that none of you noticed the sound of the door opening, and Dani and Guapo entering