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Despacito, Suhito - Part 2

Nature Republic fan-sign. So exciting, Suho is such an adorable looking bunny… Until he asks his fan where is she from. He gets too worked up when she replies that she’s from Spain.

Despacito~~~ is Spanish right?

RIGHT…

Suho (Canon) x Reader

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“Que le enseñes a mi boca. Tus lugares favoritos”  I continued “that means… Suhito. I can’t tell you...”

“I will take you on a ride you won’t ever forget señorita. Just please tell me.”

“Show my mouth your favourite places” I whispered in response.

“Fucking hell... Show me”

“Aaah you are too hot Kim Junmyeon, I can’t focus” I mustered pushing him away to meet his lustful gaze.

“You are hotter señorita, and you smell so peachy and inviting” he placed his mouth back at my neck “please keep going with the song, it’s in loop so I make sure you don’t miss any sentence, I want to feel this with you” he added sucking hard on my sensitive skin that was being over-kissed.

🎶 Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (Oh yeah) Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro 🎶

“You, you are the magnet and I am the metal I’m getting closer and I’m putting together the plan Just by thinking it my pulse accelerates Already, I’m liking it more than usual All my senses are asking for more This one must take it without any hurry~~~ Junmyeon, aaah”

“Oh my god, you smell so good this is so hot, I am melting away, your skin tastes so good, and this dress... and the dirty suggestive words coming out of your pretty mouth.”

“But stop pulling the dress down we are too exposed in here.”

“I want to see you naked. Here.”

“Here?”

“Yes” he added running his nails over my forearms.

“What if someone sees me?”

“You think I’d let that happen? I’d get fired in a blink of an eye. Please continue translating” he groaned sounding demanding making my legs weak.

🎶 Despacito Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

🎶 Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube) (Sube, sube) 🎶

“Slowly I want to breathe your neck slowly Let me tell you things in your ear So that you remember if you’re not with me

Slowly I want to undress you slowly with kisses Sign on the walls of your labyrinth And make your whole body a manuscript (get up, get up)”

By now Junmyeon had clearly marked my neck with nice love bites, he enjoyed making them and look at them as they darkened before his eyes.

“Get up? As in... my dick to get up?” he asked while his hand already pulled my dress enough to have my breasts almost out, just right before the nipples showed.

“It’s more suggestive than that Suhito” I managed to say my eyes shutting when I felt his hand on my thigh, his dick hard and ready.

“More than that? Explain.”

“It’s ‘get up’ as get up inside, deeper, higher.”

“Inside here?” he growled cupping my womanhood harshly.

“Angh~~~ yes inside there, getting high up discovering my walls, filling the place with your- this” I moaned rubbing his tend making him hiss.

“Naughty spaniards... more. Fuck this is so hot” he added squeezing my butt cheeks.

“Can we do this later? I want to get inside the room? Can we?”

“Keep going ___, I want to hear everything.”

“But I am ready. I want you” my breath was laboured and I tried to unzip his pants put he turned me around wrapping his arm around my waist, my backside resting in front of his hardness.

“Not yet baby. I want to hear more.”

🎶 Quiero ver bailar tu pelo Quiero ser tu ritmo que le enseñes a mi boca tus lugares favoritos (x 3 baby) 🎶

Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro hasta provocar tus gritos y que olvides tu apellido 🎶

“I want to see your hair dance I want to be your rhythm Show my mouth Your favourite places, pla-places baby... Suhit-angh~~~”

“Keep going” he ordered his hands busy with my breasts, I couldn’t focus anymore.

“Let me surpass your danger zones Until bringing on your screams And that you forget your surname.”

“Oh I will make you forget your surname and the whole Spanish language señorita.”

“The way you say señorita, ah, I can’t.”

With that last statement he bent down lifting me and placing me over his shoulder effortlessly, he was so strong despite being on the short side and me being his height or even a little bit taller. I whined but he shot me completely when I felt that firm slap on my butt, my core clenching.

He walked steadily not even slightly bothered by my full body weight in one shoulder. He took the phone and he walked inside.

“You will be showing my mouth your favourite places before I go discover your walls now señorita”

“Angh~~~” I moaned at the thought and the throbbing between my legs was at this stage unbearable.

“Now continue” he instructed tossing me on the bed staring the song all over again.

He leaned on the back of the couch and watched me pull my dress up so I could sit. I thought of teasing him a little bit while waiting for the part that I didn’t translate yet, so I slowly started to feel my smoother than any day legs, parting them, barely covering my centre.

🎶 Si te pido un beso ven dámelo Yo sé que estás pensándolo Llevo tiempo intentándolo Mami, esto es dando y dándolo Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom, bom Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom, bom Ven prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje Empecemos lento, después salvaje 

Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito 🎶

“If I ask you for a kiss, come give it to me I know that you are thinking it It’s been a while I’ve been trying it Mommy, this is giving and giving it You know your heart with me makes you boom, boom You know that baby is looking for my boom, boom Come try from my mouth to see how it knows you I want, I want, I want to see how much love it fits you I’m not in a hurry, I want to give myself to the trip Let’s start slow, then wild baby

Step by baby step, smooth, nice and smooth.”

“Mami, that is so hot, you guys have a mommy kink? Like noona?” Junmyeon inquired as he felt himself over his pants.

“Come try from my mouth to see how it knows you. That is what the song says. Are you going to keep me waiting for long?”

“The song also states to start slow, step by step.”

“And then wild” I moaned shutting my eyes when my hands felt my own nipples.

“I want to see how much love it fits you... is that what I think it is?”

“Yes. See how much of your dick fits inside me” I stated taking my lower lip between my teeth “here” I added finding my clit looking at him wanting to hear what he wanted me to do next.

“Touch yourself señorita.”

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And I obeyed him because the view was extremely satisfying. He was sweating already palming his tent.

“Yes like that, so obedient mami.”

Ughrrrr what was he doing to me was beyond any explanation I could give, I am literally the luckiest woman alive right now... I am ready to sell my soul to the devil if I had to.

Suho grabbed his t-shirt from the back of his neck yanking it over his head tossing it aside displaying his glorious and perfect toned abs. It was a simple act of undressing, but the way he did it couldn’t be sexier. He sat back feeling his stomach with one hand while the other was patting on his arm.

“Please come here” I whined pouting kicking my legs.

“Show me yourself. Let me see what you are touching.”

His voice was not him, it was so husky, I saw his Adams apple bobble several times, it was glorious and big and manly and I was ready to lap it with my tongue.

“What do you mean Suhito? Here?” I asked teasingly pulling my dress up barely showing my entrance.

“More! Pull it up and touch yourself. Touch yourself until I am satisfied enough.”

“But... what if I cum?”

“The first of many times. DO IT!”

Oooh, he frowned. He frowned and unbuttoned his Bermuda shorts, his hands  diving inside his boxers, his eyes narrowed focused on my hand that covered my wetness.

“Despacitoooo” I sang when my finger touched the place where I’d rather prefer him to touch.

“Spread your legs wider, I can’t see” he ordered again with that lustful voice coming closer.

My eyes focused on the muscles and how ripped he was, he was perfect, sculptured to perfection, my fingers added pressure to the swollen nub was the effect of him getting this close. His knees dipped in the mattress and he crawled his way caging me with both arms at my sides, his nose touching mine.

“Now I want to undress you slowly with kisses.”

“There is one last chunk of the song that I didn’t translate.”

“Go ahead” he said nudging my shoulder making me fall flat on the mattress.

🎶Despacito Vamos a hacerlo en una playa en Puerto Rico Hasta que las olas griten ‘¡ay, bendito!’ Para que mi sello se quede contigo🎶

“Nice and slow We’re going to do it on a beach in Puerto Rico Until the waves shout ‘oh my God!’ So that my stamp stays with you”

Suho shivered lowering his crotch poking my thigh, he then grabbed my wrist and guided my wet fingers to my mouth “open, and suck on them, make me feel how much you are turned on.”

I did as he ordered, making intense eye contact with him, his hand lifted my dress and I was now fully exposed.

“Suck, keep sucking, let me hear your voice señorita.”

I sucked on my fingers tasting myself, it was driving him insane, al while he pulled the strap of my dress finally exposing my breast. He didn’t look not to miss anything while I sucked my fingers as I swirled my tongue over my fingers.

His hand found my breast and he cupped it with his hand and hissed “big, big ones” he stated now looking down “real?”

“You tell me if they are real.”

“Fuck they don’t fit in my hand, and your nipple is dark like chocolate.” 

I shut my eyes when his lips landed on my nipple, he licked it before taking it between his teeth pulling to check on my face.

“It tastes so good señorita.”

“Jun- enough. Please fuck me.”

“I will rip your insides don’t worry about that.”

I moaned at the sound of that. I felt him pull his pants down, lifting my head to see his erection bounce finally freed he hissed. I sat back up to look at it. To look at him. His v lines, his muscles, his pink dick that begged for attention.

I stood up and let my dress fall to the floor hugging myself and my arms, rubbing my legs together. He run his fingers through his hair before taking 2 steps forward, his hand falling on the small of my back crushing his chest with mine, looking down to se how my nipples touched his chest.

“You are beautiful Spanish Elgi, my personal fan.”

“That is so cheesy little conejito (bunny).”

He smiled and brought my ass closer to him, as a reaction I went on my tiptoes letting his erection settle between my legs. I rocked myself and we both finally got some much needed friction.”

“Ah, ah, despacito señorita.”

“More than this? I am going to explode if you don’t get inside me.”

“Can I get inside your mouth first?”

My hands landed on his chest tasting his skin with my fingertips, they went to his shoulders and his neck, finally resting my hands under his ears.

“Only if you kiss me.”

“Take a deep breath, you will need it” he teased before tilting his head to one side, his sweat sparkling, making sure I took a good look of  his magnificent strong thick neck “I will kiss you, but I want you to be loud, be sexy and loud” he rocked himself slowly “because my tongue is long, I think you’ve seen what it can do.”

“I only seen you being embarrassingly touching your nose with it on TV.”

“I hope you can take it then.”

That is wen he fisted my hair bringing my lips to his, he immediately made me open my mouth for him, surrendering to his intrusive tongue that found mine, my arms encircled his neck and I went on my tiptoes again angling my head to get more of this sinful passionate kiss I was sharing with the most perfectest man alive. I didn’t need oxygen, I just wanted him more and more. The kiss was sloppy and needy, as if it was going to finish and we both didn’t want that to happen. He pulled away for a second to see how my lips swelled from his little bites, he smirked. He loved it. I wanted to pull him back at me but he stopped me.

“Despacito.”

“I want more, I want more please.”

“My dick first.”

I didn’t know I had the ability to be on my knees that fast, my hands grabbed him and his head fell back as he placed one hand on his hip, he other one on my scalp, his fingers digging harshly to take him. I played with his soft pink balls, it was amusing to me seeing him so well groomed, it was inviting and he smelled good and fresh and your mouth opened so willingly... like never before.

“Yes, yes señorita go ahead.” 

I was giving him little kitty licks in the tip, I wanted him to look at me.

“GO!” he exclaimed thrusting hard.

Oh the sounds I was electing from his raspberry looking lips, his smooth skin... he tasted like heaven, even his precum. I wanted him to swallow him whole as I felt how his body trembled because what I was doing to him.

He was so sexy like this, I took advantage and grabbed his butt cheeks, they were so soft and inviting to grab harshly as he thrusted in my mouth repeatedly.

“Yes, yes, more, use your tongue, yes, suck me, oh, fuck, fuck.”

He looked down and I bobbed my head faster to make him lose control, his dick hardened to an extreme were I noticed my teeth were slowly sinking in his soft skin.

“Fuck, fuck. Yes señorita, yes, let me cum in your face, I want to see my cum on your face, let me, ah!”

I pulled out and sat smiling waiting for the warm liquid to hit my face, he was moaning and his pretty voice was cracking when finally I felt it on my cheek falling on my breasts.

“This is so hot, I can’t believe I found you, I love it, fuck.”

When he was done milking himself he fell on the mattress catching his breath, looking extra delicious, his body covered in diamond sweat droplets. I wiped my face with a tissue and he watched his seed run down my torso.

“Señorita, what have you done to me?”

“Now I guess I need to be rewarded.”

“How would you like me to take you?” he asked pulling my arm falling on him.

He rubbed his cum on my chest as he massaged my breasts.

“Surprise me.”

“Well I wanted you to ride me, but I guess you deserve to be treated well.”

“And how is treating me well look like Suhito?”

He turned me around making me fall on the mattress taking my legs over his shoulders “doesn’t the song say how much love fits you?”

“Yeah something like that” I giggled.

“Well like this I know it goes really deep, really up. Are you ready for me to discover your walls?”

“You are so cringy sometimes.”

“Hold on señorita, there is no despacito now, no slowly. Just wild.”

“Please do.”

At that precise moment while he spit on his hand to stroke himself his phone started ringing. He gasped looking at it. It was amazing how he managed to just put my legs down and go answer the call, any other guy would have no self control like this.

I straightened myself when I heard him exhale deeply. It worried me.

“What is it?”

“It’s my manager. I need to take this.” 

He kept stroking himself lightly to not completely kill the mood, he thought he’d go back to it as soon as the call would end.

But it didn’t sound too good. He was rambling some Korean that I didn’t understand, his eyebrows knitting as he kept saying one word over and over. I guess it was something like ‘yes’ or ‘OK.’

He placed the phone down getting out of the drawer a condom ripping the wrapping with his teeth coming back spreading my legs as if nothing happened putting the condom in place.

“Wait, is everything alright?”

“Not now!” he said licking his fingers again inserting 2 inside me.

“Ah! Despacito!”

“No time for that now. I need to leave in less than an hour.”

“What! Ah! Suh- ah angh~~~”

 “We need to do this fast!”

“Wait! No, what is wrong?”

“Just stay still, let me.”

His fingers thrusted in hand out and I’d lying if I didn’t admit he was sending me to heaven with them fingers with visible veins that were my weakness.

“Where, wh- why do you ne- angh~~~”

“We are going back now.”

“Just like that? Oh yes Suhito!”

“Yes scream my name! My real name!”

“Jun-MYEON!”

“You are ready!”

He didn’t wait for an answer, his fingers were replaced with his dick filling me completely. I arched my back when he started thrusting in an erratic manner with so much force that I thought the bed would break underneath me.

“Tell me! Say my name!”

“Jun-j-myeon! Yes more!”

“I had the plan to fuck you till the sunrise, you see that I have the potential to keep at this for hours.”

“Yes you do! You do! You are the best!”

“Do you like it? You like my cock inside you? Is it deep enough?”

“More! Junmyeon! MYEON!!!”

“Yes señorita, like that, tighten them walls around me like that!” he growled like a wild beast.

Where was this cute bunny gone was a mystery, he set me to heaven when all I could see was his flushed peachy cheeks and his sweat and all I could hear was the sound of skin slapping on skin.

One last thrust and he had my legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck!”

I heard near my ear and his body warmth atop of me. He was panting trying to regain composure. He kissed my lips whispering a thank you before rolling on his back.

“You need to get dressed.”

Oh.

“I am really sorry, I did have nice plans but... we need to leave unexpectedly... security reasons, and you can’t stay in the room.”

Oh it sounded awful and really horrible. He just took me on a tour to heaven and crushed it all in a second.

“No, I understand, it’s just, my legs... I will leave.”

“Thank you.”

“Ahm, yeah, sure, don’t worry.”

“I can’t even offer you a shower.”

“No it’s alright. I am- I am going.”

I went to the bathroom running, but what did I expect other than this? I know before hand what this was all about. I got to have sex with my bias, I need to shake off any negative thoughts. This was the happiest day of my life, right?

Wrong.

As I went out ready to leave Suho was the least interested to even say goodbye, he was looking through his luggage as if nothing.

I made my way to the door and turned the doorknob to leave, but he pushed the door back closed.

“Were you just going to leave?”

“Ahmmm, I don’t want you to be late.”

“You care if I’m late?”

“Well-”

“Your neck looks so attractive with my marks” he stated running his thumb over the sensitive skin.

I looked away and waited for him to let me go.

“Are you upset?”

“No, no, thank you really. This was amazing.”

“I will call you.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I will! I am into facetiming.”

“Well I am not?”

“You don’t want to see me gain?”

“The question is... can you see me? I live in Europe, yes, that little tiny continent that SM ignores.”

“Señorita, I said I will call you” he caged me between his arms.

He landed his pretty lips on mine, this time kissing me softly, making me lose my senses, I felt almost loved when his lips moulded over mine and started to move synchronically, soft and caring...

“Just take it... despacito señorita.”

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A/N: it’s like stabbing myself in the foot... listen I am not OK. TT_TT

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed^_^

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Marcelo Bielsa: Leeds United

Marcelo Bielsa: Leeds United

Marcelo Bielsa: Leeds United

Marcelo Bielsa looks on from the sidelines as Argentina take on Sweden in the 2002 World Cup

I well recall my first face-to-face experience with new Leeds United coach Marcelo Bielsa.

It was the 1999 Copa America and he was in charge of Argentina. His team had just been beaten 3-0 by Colombia, his centre forward Martin Palermo had missed three penalties and Bielsa had been sent off.

In the press conference he sat staring into space, refusing to make eye contact with anyone – his usual stance. He was asked what he had made of the referee’s performance.

If the question was predictable, the answer was anything but.

“One doesn’t usually have the habit of commenting on referees, but…” he said, leaving everyone to believe he would continue with a rant about a joker running amok with a whistle. Instead he proceeded with, “but in respect of my expulsion, the referee was absolutely correct because I protested in an ill mannered form.”

It was a wonderful welcome to the gloriously eccentric world of Marcelo Bielsa, a complete one off who has spent his career dancing to his own drum.

From a family of illustrious lawyers in the city of Rosario, Bielsa instead followed his love for football and, when he realised he would not be a world class centre back, he switched his ambitions to coaching.

So revered is Bielsa at his local club, Newell’s Old Boys, that the stadium is named after him. He is also revered in Chile. He was no longer in charge when the Chilean national team finally got their hands on some silverware, winning the Copa America in 2015 and 2016. But he had built the team, enthused the players with his spirit and then resigned and handed them over to his successors.

A Chile fan shows his appreciation to national coach Bielsa during a Copa America semi-final against Peru

When he took the Argentina job, at the end of his first training session Bielsa handed the players a pencil and a little slip of paper. He wanted them to write down whether they wanted to line up with a back three or a four. He went through all the replies.

“Back four, back four, back four… This clearly shows your preference for a line of four. But I’m telling you that from now on we’re going to be playing with a back three. See you tomorrow,” he said as he turned and walked off. And he won them over, bringing them round to his way of thinking.

Very few of his former players ever speak badly about him. If they show him they are prepared to run, then he showers them with support – and he usually lets the players elect their own captain on the grounds that he should be a representative of the dressing room rather than the coaching staff.

This is typical Bielsa. His esteem and importance, which has earned him admiration and glowing praise from Pep Guardiola and Mauricio Pochettino, comes far more from the influence he has exerted than for the trophies he has won.

That influence comes from the determination to do things his way.

Bielsa is the high priest of the high press. One of his principal concepts is that in a team that wants to attack – and his teams always want to attack – the conventional full-back is a waste of a player.

He wants his width higher up the field. He wants both full-backs pushing up, linking with the wingers to create two-against-one situations down the flanks and squeezing the opposition back, smothering them in their own half.

It is a style of play that comes with risks – there is plenty of space behind the defensive line in which the opposition can launch their counter attacks. And it is a style that demands constant movement, relentless physical effort.

When it works it is exhilarating, the team launching wave after wave of attacks, leaving the opponent reeling on the ropes.

One of his most impressive sides was the Argentina team who qualified in fine style for the 2002 World Cup. Come the competition, though, they bombed out in the group phase. At the end of the European season the players were simply not fresh enough to carry out the gameplan.

Marcelo Bielsa screams at his players from the sidelines during Argentina’s 1-1 draw with Sweden at the 2002 World Cup

This has to be a concern with Leeds. In his spells with Athletic Bilbao and Marseille it was noticeable that the team fell away towards the end of the campaign, drained by the tiring requirements of doing things the Bielsa way.

Had the season lasted six months, then the teams might have won some silverware. Nine months was asking too much. Over the gruelling course of a campaign in the Championship, this may be a problem.

It is also possible that the appointment has come too late. Bielsa is now approaching 63, and his last job – a spell in charge of Lille – was not a success.

What Bielsa proposed once came across as revolutionary. It may be the case that football has now largely incorporated his concepts of intense pressing, and that Bielsa no longer has novelty value.

But he will surely be energised by the atmosphere in English stadiums. While he was in charge of Argentina he had no place for the foot-on-the-ball elegance of playmaker Juan Roman Riquelme.

He went along to a testimonial match as the stadium of Boca Juniors, where Riquelme was an idol. Bielsa was jeered by a packed crowd – and he loved it. “It is the essence of football,” he said of the fans’ response.

He will now experience another type of essence in the Championship, and will doubtless be fascinated by the way that English crowds live and breathe football.

His appointment is excellent news for Leeds.

Providing he is given what he wants and terms of the contract are respected, Bielsa will launch himself into the project with a maniacal frenzy, barely sleeping as he ploughs through videos of future opponents.

Leeds players and fans now have a dream to be part of, and the Championship can boast the presence of one the most fascinating coaches in the global game.

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