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I take ZERO criticism. He keeps them together, and makes sure everyone gets love. HE IS SO SUPPORTIVE! HE IS MY FAVOURITE! And he is SOOOO Swerve coded!!!! Responsible, charismatic, reliable, organised, perfect, adoring, and sweet and a million more words fit him.
On some absolute king shit.
I know this is not my usual posting format, but I couldn't.. I couldn't NOT make a post with all my favourite clips... He is my world. My silly. He is Swerve, and Swerve is me, sooooo.
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Wonyoung x Manager
Jang Wonyoung, the charismatic member of IVE, took the stage at the 2025 Lollapalooza in Berlin, her long, dark brown hair styled in a half-up, half-down fashion, adorned with a sparkling tiara. She was dressed in a striking two-piece white outfit: a detailed halter crop top and high-waisted shorts with silver fringe, which shimmered under the stage lights.
Her look was completed with long, fingerless white gloves and dangling earrings that caught the light with every movement. Her makeup was flawless, featuring winged eyeliner, rosy cheeks, and glossy lips, all contributing to her radiant and confident appearance. As she held the microphone, her pleasant smile and graceful pose captivated the audience, making it clear she was in her element on stage.
After her electrifying performance, Wonyoung retreated to the backstage room, still adorned in her stunning outfit. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere, and she knew exactly who she wanted to share this moment with.
Her manager, a tall and handsome man with a commanding presence, entered the room. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his necktie slightly loosened, giving him a more approachable yet still authoritative look. Wonyoung's heart raced as she turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his. She had always found him attractive, and tonight, she was determined to act on her desires.
"Wonyoung, you were incredible out there," he complimented, his voice deep and reassuring. She smiled, taking a step closer to him.
"Thank you," she replied softly, her voice laced with a hint of seduction. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his necktie, pulling him gently towards her. He didn't resist, his eyes never leaving hers. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.
She took a deep breath, her confidence growing with each passing second. "I want you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. His eyes widened in surprise, but there was no mistaking the desire that flickered within them. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again, her gaze locked onto his.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and urgent. His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves, while hers tugged at his tie, loosening it further. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and soft moans, the tension between them finally breaking as they gave in to their desires. Wonyoung, always the performer, took control, her confidence and charisma shining through as she led him on a journey of pleasure and passion.
Wonyoung's hands deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest. She trailed her fingers along his abs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. He shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat as she explored his body. His own hands slid under her crop top, caressing the soft skin of her back before moving to the front, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.
She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He leaned down, pressing kisses along her neck and collarbone, his teeth grazing against her skin. She tilted her head back, giving him better access as she continued to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.
Suddenly, he spun her around, pressing her against the wall. She gasped, surprised by the sudden movement but excited by the dominance he was displaying.
He locked the door with a swift motion, the click echoing through the room. His eyes darkened with desire as he turned back to her, his hands moving to his belt. He unbuckled it slowly, his gaze never leaving hers, before unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He stood before her in just his boxers, his arousal evident through the thin fabric.
Wonyoung's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. She bit her lip, her eyes roaming over his muscular physique. He stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips possessively. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he carried her towards the couch. He laid her down gently, hovering over her as he trailed kisses along her jawline and down her neck.
He paused, his lips hovering just above her collarbone. "Tell me, Wonyoung," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "Does the German atmosphere make you want this? The passion, the intensity, the freedom to indulge in our desires without restraint?"
His eyes met hers, searching for an answer. His hands rested on her hips, thumbs tracing small circles on her skin. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, accentuating his sharp features and the hunger in his gaze.
Wonyoung's heart raced at his question, the intensity in his eyes making her pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper when she replied, "Ja, it does. The energy here, the freedom to express ourselves without limits…it's intoxicating."
Her hands slid up his chest, fingers intertwining behind his neck. She pulled him closer, their lips almost touching. "And you, my manager…you make me want this even more."
She captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, pouring all her desire and passion into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against her. He groaned into the kiss, his hips pressing into hers as he deepened the embrace.
He trailed his lips down her neck, his tongue leaving a hot, wet path in its wake. He nipped at her collarbone, soothing the sting with gentle kisses before moving lower. His hands slid up her sides, pushing her crop top higher to reveal more of her skin.
He paused at the curve of her breast, his breath warm against her sweat-kissed skin. With a low growl, he licked a stripe up to her armpit, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. She gasped, arching into his touch as he explored this sensitive area with his mouth and tongue.
His hands continued their journey, pushing her top up and over her head. He tossed it aside carelessly, his gaze drinking in the sight of her bare torso. His lips followed the same path as before, licking and kissing every inch of exposed skin until he reached the other armpit.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You were incredible on stage," he murmured, his voice husky. "The way you moved, the confidence in your every step…it was mesmerizing." His hands caressed her sides, fingers brushing against the soft skin of her tummy."And this outfit," he continued, his gaze raking over her body appreciatively. "It was chosen perfectly. The way it hugs your curves, shows off your beautiful armpits, your toned legs…"
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her stomach before trailing his lips down to the waistband of her shorts. "Especially on you, Wonyoung. You look like a goddess." His fingers hooked into the waistband, slowly pulling the shorts down her legs. She lifted her hips to help him, kicking the garment away once it was off.
He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her naked form appreciatively. With a swift motion, he pushed down his boxers, freeing his erect member. He wrapped a hand around it, slowly stroking himself as he gazed at her."Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful, so perfect." He continued jerking off in front of her, his movements becoming more urgent as his arousal grew. His other hand reached out, tracing the curve of her breast before pinching her nipple gently. "Do you like watching me, Wonyoung?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Do you like seeing what you do to me?"
Wonyoung's eyes were glued to his hand, watching as it moved up and down his shaft. She bit her lip, feeling a surge of heat between her legs at the sight. "Ja," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "I love it. Seeing you like this, knowing that I'm the reason for your arousal…"She reached out, placing a hand on his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palm. Slowly, she pushed him back onto the couch, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. His erection pressed against her core, making her gasp. "I want you," she whispered, grinding against him slowly. "I want to feel you inside me." She leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as she positioned herself above him.
He reached between them, pushing her panties to the side. His fingers brushed against her folds, finding her wet and ready. He groaned into the kiss, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. Wonyoung broke the kiss, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. She shrugged it off, tossing it aside carelessly. Her breasts bounced free, nipples hardened with arousal.
He cupped them in his hands, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks as he guided himself to her entrance. Wonyoung gasped as she felt him pressing against her, teasing her with his tip. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both moaned at the sensation, their bodies trembling with pleasure.
He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he admired the way she looked riding him. "You've gained weight in all the right places," he murmured appreciatively, his gaze roaming over her curves. "It suits you. You're even more stunning now." He lifted her slightly before pulling her back down, impaling her on his length. He groaned at the feeling of her tight heat enveloping him. "And it feels even better than I imagined." He leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking gently as he continued to thrust into her.
Wonyoung moaned softly, arching her back to press herself further into his touch. "I'm glad you like it," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "I gained it just for you." She began to move on top of him, lifting herself up before sinking back down, setting a steady rhythm. Her hands rested on his chest for support, nails digging into his skin as she rode him harder and faster.
He matched her pace, his hips lifting to meet hers thrust for thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps of pleasure. Sweat beaded on their skin, making it slick and shiny in the dim light.
He reached down, his thumb finding her clit and circling it in time with her movements. Wonyoung cried out, her inner muscles clamping down around him as she felt the pleasure building inside her. "Ja, just like that," he encouraged, his voice strained as he felt his own release approaching. "Come for me, Wonyoung. I want to feel you shatter around me."
His words pushed her over the edge. She threw her head back, screaming his name as she came undone on top of him. Her orgasm triggered his own, and with a final thrust, he spilled himself inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
They collapsed against each other, panting heavily as they came down from their high. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.
Wonyoung nuzzled into his neck, placing soft kisses along his jawline. "More," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want more of you. All of you." He shuddered at her words, feeling himself hardening inside her again. He pulled back slightly to look at her, his eyes dark with renewed desire. "Greedy girl," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're insatiable." She grinned mischievously, grinding her hips against him. "Only for you," she replied, leaning in to capture his lips in a searing kiss. He groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move inside her again.
He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of her.Without a word, he flipped her onto her hands and knees on the couch. She gasped at the sudden movement but quickly caught herself, looking back at him over her shoulder with a sultry gaze. He admired the view for a moment, his eyes roaming over her curves and the way her hair cascaded down her back. Then, with a growl, he entered her from behind, gripping her hips tightly as he began to thrust into her. Wonyoung cried out, pushing back against him to meet his movements. The new position allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back as he whispered filthy words in her ear. "You love this, don't you?" he murmured. "Love being taken like this. Love having me inside you."
"Yes," she moaned, her voice high and breathy. "Fuck me hard. Use me." Her words spurred him on, and he tightened his grip on her hair, using it as leverage to pound into her even harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and grunts of pleasure. He pulled her head back by her hair, arching her spine as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. Wonyoung screamed, the pleasure overwhelming her as he hit that magical spot inside her over and over again."Take it,"he growled, his hips moving like a piston." Take every inch of my cock. You're mine, Wonyoung. All mine." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt herself climbing towards another peak. Her inner muscles tightened around him, squeezing him like a vice as she teetered on the edge.
He felt her tightening around him, her body trembling with impending release. With a smirk, he slowed his movements, drawing out her pleasure. Wonyoung whimpered, frustrated by the change in pace. "No," she protested weakly, trying to push back against him. "Don't stop. I'm so close. "He chuckled darkly, his hand releasing her hair to trail down her spine. "Shh," he soothed, his touch gentle in contrast to his earlier roughness. "I know. But I want to savor this moment. Want to watch you fall apart slowly." He continued his slow thrusts, each one deliberate and measured. Wonyoung writhed beneath him, caught between the need for release and the exquisite torture of his teasing. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as he brought her back from the brink time and time again.
Wonyoung couldn't take it anymore. With a frustrated cry, she pushed herself back against him, taking control of their movements. He groaned as she enveloped him fully, her inner walls gripping him like a velvet vice. She set a furious pace, slamming herself back onto him with abandon. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps of pleasure. He let her have her way, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he matched her thrusts. He could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as she rode him with wild abandon. "Yes," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck, just like that. Come for me, Wonyoung. Let me feel you come apart on my cock." His words were her undoing. With a scream of his name, she climaxed hard, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He felt her climaxing around him, her inner muscles milking his cock for all it was worth. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and let go. His hot seed spilled into her, coating her walls as he rode out his own orgasm. He collapsed onto her back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Wonyoung went limp beneath him, completely spent from their intense lovemaking. They stayed like that for a long moment, connected in the most intimate way possible as they basked in the aftermath of their passion.
He gently pulled out of her, his softened member slipping from her well-used hole. He sat down on the couch, leaning back against the cushions with a satisfied sigh. Wonyoung curled up beside him, resting her head on his lap. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. She reached down, wrapping a hand around his semi-erect cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. He jumped slightly at the touch, his member twitching in her grasp. "Again?" he asked, his voice husky with surprise and desire. She nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she leaned down and took him into her mouth. He groaned as she began to suckle gently, her head bobbing up and down in his lap as she worked to revive his arousal.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him off. "You really want my cock, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Can't get enough of it. Of the taste, the feel of it in your mouth." He thrust his hips upwards slightly, pushing himself deeper into her throat. She gagged slightly but didn't pull away, instead relaxing her jaw and taking him even further. "Greedy girl," he praised, his grip on her hair tightening. "So hungry for my dick. I love it." His other hand came down to rest on the back of her head, holding her in place as he began to fuck her face slowly. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, mingling with his low groans of pleasure.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open. Wonyoung's eyes widened in shock as she saw Yujin, Gaeul, Rei, Liz, and Leeseo standing in the doorway. Their jaws dropped open at the sight before them - Wonyoung on her knees, her head bobbing up and down in their manager's lap as he gripped her hair tightly. He froze, his eyes darting to the door and the shocked expressions of his clients. For a moment, no one moved or spoke. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his face. "Well," he said calmly," this is awkward."Wonyoung quickly pulled away from him, scrambling to her feet and trying to cover herself with her hands.Her face flushed a deep red as she stared at her groupmates in embarrassment. "I-I can explain-"she stammered, but was cut off by Yujin's loud gasp.
Wonyoung, still flushed and embarrassed, slowly turned to face her groupmates. She hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the manager's wrist. With a swift motion, she pulled his hand away from his now-flaccid member, revealing it to the shocked eyes of the IVE members. "Look," she said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "Look at him. At what he's packing." The girls' eyes widened as they took in the sight of his large, semi-erect penis. Leeseo gasped, her hand flying to her mouth."Oh my god," she breathed." That's…that's huge!" Gaeul nodded in agreement, her eyes glued to the manager's crotch. "No wonder you couldn't resist," she murmured to Wonyoung. Yujin shook her head in disbelief, while Rei just stared open-mouthed. Liz was the first to speak up. "So," she said slowly."
"So,"Liz repeated, her eyes never leaving the manager's impressive anatomy, "you couldn't ignore it, huh Wonyoung?" Wonyoung nodded, biting her lip nervously. "I tried," she whispered." I really did. But every time I saw him, I couldn't help thinking about…about having him inside me." She glanced at her groupmates, gauging their reactions. To her surprise, she saw a mix of understanding and curiosity in their eyes. Gaeul stepped forward, reaching out a tentative hand towards the manager's still-exposed member. "May I?" she asked softly. He nodded, his face flushed but his expression resigned. Wonyoung watched as Gaeul wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at the size difference between her small hand and his thick cock."Wow,"Gaeul breathed, giving him a gentle squeeze. "No wonder you're addicted to this, Wonyoung."
Wonyoung took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "It's not just him," she admitted quietly. "It's…it's the atmosphere in Berlin too. The way everything feels so free, so open and wild." She glanced around at her groupmates, gauging their reactions. "I never felt this way back in Korea. But here…here it's like all my inhibitions just melt away." She gestured to the manager, who was still sitting on the couch with Gaeul's hand wrapped around his now-hardening shaft. "And when I saw him, so confident and commanding…I just couldn't help myself." Wonyoung looked at each of her groupmates in turn, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Please," she whispered. "Don't judge me. I know it's wrong, but…but I can't stop thinking about him. About us. Together."
Wonyoung's eyes flickered between her groupmates, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. "Please," she begged, "join us. I know it's crazy, but…but I want you all to experience this too." She reached out, grabbing Yujin's hand and pulling her closer to the couch. "Feel how hard he is," she urged, pressing Yujin's palm against the manager's throbbing erection." Imagine what it would feel like inside you." Gaeul nodded eagerly, her grip tightening around the manager's shaft. "I'm in," she declared, her voice husky with excitement. Leeseo hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, her eyes locked on the manager's face. "Okay," she said softly, "I'll try it. Just…go slow with me." Rei and Liz exchanged a glance before shrugging in unison. "Why not?"
Wonyoung's face lit up with relief and excitement as her groupmates agreed to join in. She quickly moved to sit on the couch next to the manager, pulling Yujin down beside her. Gaeul scooted in on the other side, while Leeseo perched nervously on the armrest. Rei and Liz stood nearby, watching with curious eyes. The manager looked around at the assembled girls, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well," he said, "this is certainly an unexpected turn of events." He leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs invitingly. "Who wants to start?" Wonyoung didn't hesitate. She leaned down, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sucking gently. The manager groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the couch. Gaeul followed suit, her small hand wrapping around the base of his shaft as she began to pump it in time with Wonyoung's sucks.
“Why are we here?” Abby asked as he and the others followed Jinu into an apartment complex. “All Kpop groups have a manager right? Well Gwi-Ma recommended this person to be ours.” Jinu replied as he pressed the button for the penthouse. As the elevator carried them to the floor, the five were immediately overcome by the strong scent of a powerful demon. No wonder Gwi-Ma recommended this person. They're one of them.
As the doors to the elevator opened, they were greeted by a beautiful older woman who looked to be in her late 30’s typing away on her laptop while sitting on her pristine black and white couch. “Wait there. I'm still busy.” She mumbled, not bothering to look up at them. “And DON'T touch anything.” The penthouse shook at her words before the woman went back to typing on her laptop. “Um… excuse me but Gwi-Ma sent us. We should be your number one priority.” Jinu replied from his place in front of the elevator.
“I don't care if he sent you. I'm still busy. Wait. There.” The woman responded annoyed already with the young man in her apartment. “It's not everyday someone has the nerve to ignore direct orders from our king. Usually the threat of death keeps them in line. Surely you wouldn't want him to hear of this.. Right?” The woman then froze in her typing and the moment her eyes met Jinu’s, her true form started to slip through her human disguise.
“Let me tell you something little boy, I remember when his parents were still trying to have a baby. So don't you EVER threaten me with someone whose birth I witnessed. Now. Wait. There!!” Taking a step back, Jinu gave a silent nod before trying to avoid her gaze. “Is it weird I'm turned on?” Abby whispered to Romance who bit his lip staring at the woman's cleavage. “What's your name?” The woman spoke again. This time, her laptop was closed and her eyes were deadlocked on the group.
“Uh… who?” Jinu asked. “You ignorant one. What's your name?” Clearing his throat, Jinu found himself feeling small under her gaze. More so than when he was in the presence of Gwi-Ma. “Jinu.” He replied. The woman nodded and scribbled something down on a notepad before her gaze moved. “What's your name muscles almighty?” Abby smirked and winked at her. “Abs but I go by Abby. Yet, you could call me yours sweetie.~”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Please, I can still smell your mother’s breast milk on your breath. You're a child.” She then moved on to Mystery. “Tell me yours sentient mop.” Jinu stepped forward. “His name is-” “I don't recall asking you. He has a mouth. If he can sing, he can talk. Shut up.” Then she turned to Mystery. “Name.” “.... Mystery.” She moved to Baby. “Yours?” “Baby.” His deep voice leaving her slightly surprised. “Ironic but it makes sense.” Lastly she got to Romance. “Ok pretty boy, what's yours?” He smiled softly and winked at her. “Romance lovely lady.”
Nodding completely unbothered by the flirt, the woman stood from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. “I'm Natasha. From now on, I will be your manager. You will be living with me also. Try not to get killed by the hunters. I'm not responsible for anything they do to you. My job is simply to manage you. Sit on the couch. I'll be back.” Later that day, Natasha took the five shopping for more suitable clothing than the old rags they were dressed in.
“Put this on pretty boy. And this.” Romance nodded as the older woman shoved the clothing in his arms. “Muscles, here. This is better. Leather is not suitable for your image right now.” She shook her head as she tossed a button up shirt at the muscular demon idol. “It's bright.” Abby grumbled. “You can wear darker colors later. Try it on.” Natasha replied as she helped Mystery with his arm warmers.
“Baby both arms are supposed to go in the sweater.” She fought a chuckle as she watched the maknae struggle with the pink sweater. “Come here pup.” Natasha said as she approached him and helped him slide his other arm into the sleeve. “Better?” She asked to which he responded with a nod before Natasha placed a yellow hat on his head. “Yea, that's a good look. Go stand by Mystery and Jinu.” She replied before Romance tapped her on her shoulder and asked her to help him with his necklace.
“Yea. Lean down.” As she did this, she noticed Abby waiting for her approval on his outfit. “Good. Much better than what you originally picked out. Go stand with the others while I go pay for all this.” She spoke just as she finished putting the necklace on Romance and pulled out her wallet. After shopping, her next plan was for a photoshoot but with the boys complaining about food, she decided to take them to dinner first.
“Baby slow down. It's not going anywhere. Romance, get your hand off my thigh. Jinu, can you please get Mystery. He's still staring at the fish tank. The food is here. Abby, save some for the rest of the boys please. No, I don't want to suck on anything you have.” After dinner, Natasha was completely exhausted and in her haste, she rescheduled the photoshoot so she could get some well deserved rest.
However, once she prepared for bed and closed her eyes, she noticed a weight slowly slide onto her bed. In opening her eyes, she was met with those that belonged to Romance who gave her a seductive smile. “Get. Out.” She groaned, turning away from him only for her face to meet the muscular chest of Abby. “Not you too. Both of you leave. Now. I'm too tired for this.” The demoness grumbled. “Just met you but can't sleep without your scent.” A sleepy voice responded as the person it belonged to slid into the bed right under her arm.
“Grab a hoodie of mine or something then. You don't need to be right up under me Baby.” Natasha replied. “We don't want to.” Mystery yawned as he too managed to fit under the blanket with the others. Before Natasha could further protest, the boys had already drifted off to sleep. “Fine… just for tonight… Aren't you getting in too? Or are you too proud to sleep up under me, Jinu?”
Stepping out from behind the door, Jinu shook his head.“You don't like me. Why would you want me in bed too?” He mumbled. “I never said anything about not liking you. I just didn't like how you acted earlier, but that has nothing to do with me liking you or not. I like you as much as I like the others. And I know you want to get in here too. So climb on in bed. There's plenty of room. Surprisingly.”
Natasha smiled softly as the demon climbed into bed with her and the others. His hand finding its way to hers and grasping onto it like she would fade away. “Sleep now. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
