so welcome to sin-mania where we explore OLIYONG’s sex lives, enjoy sinning and sex is something that should be consensual between two! don’t forget, and never forget to tell what ur likes n dislikes are during sex! remember to stay safe xoxo 

when they first started their sexual endeavours, oliver was on the more vanilla side. didn’t mean he had his fair share of kinks, but he wanted to go soft on taeyong as he was experiencing sex with a man for the first time (oliver was taeyong’s firsts in many things, kiss, love, sexual partner, idiot etc.)

oliver had his experiences before meeting taeyong, he had a boyfriend called nathan when he was 19-21 and man that guy had a high sex drive 

but oliver did enjoy majority of the shit they done - and that’s when he formulated his kinks

cigarettes after sex must be playing when they fucking! or zayn

anyways back to their lives, oliver overheard a conversation taeyong had with one of his close friends about how he struggles to get oliver to please him more in sex - if u haven’t seen taeyong’s sexual fantasies in whiplash or baby don’t like it....you won’t understand what he’s on about

anyways after hearing about taeyong’s hard kinks, oliver ordered a collar which had a rattle in it. it was black with a silver bell that had a rattle inside which made noise 

after experiencing that collar in sex, the list began to grow...so let’s go

oliver likes praising taeyong a lot (good boy), he’s a soft dom with the tendency to slightly tease his sub, and taeyong is all for it. 

taeyong likes when oliver takes his time in foreplay, prepping him up for his dick etc, he’s very putty in oliver’s hands

he melts and just his whole being is encased in pleasure

when oliver and taeyong are both in the mood, they like going rough and taeyong is a sucker for when he’s insulted and punished, but oliver instantly feels bad afterwards and smothers him in many kisses and sweet sweet aftercare (he turns into the puppy eyes emoji)

once oliver admitted that he used to have a lot of sex while high during his university days, he smoked weed often with his exes and taeyong was intrigued by the idea....oliver said that he loved for him to join but he doesn’t want his bf to experience being a hard stoner and getting in trouble with k-nets

but the idea has been floating in their minds for a while

some days, instead of kinky sex - they do prefer soft vanilla sex, oliver really spoils his baby den 

aftercare is so soft and endearing

they do be best boys

The machine let out a tune, and Oliver pushed the door open slowly - not wanting to wake up the only other person in the small space he lived in. When the older one first moved in nine months ago, there were other trainees who lived with him. Sammy and Jungwon, they had been with the company for years but realised they were not going to make their debut soon - so they packed their bags and left to their new lives, away from their dreams. For months, Oliver was always alone in this place, his passion for the stage beginning to slowly tumble but a new light had joined the house. They could both relate to each other, wanting to better themselves to debut or even debut in the same group. 

Taking off his worn-out trainers, he slipped into his black fluffy slippers and placed the bag on the countertop. “You’re here?” A high-pitched voice greeted Oliver and the boy nodded as he washed his hands. “Back from the convenience store, when did you come?” He asked as he took out the junk from the bag. “A few minutes ago...” Taeyong hesitated to speak, but it was Oliver’s last night with him. “It’s going to be weird without you.” 

Oliver let out a soft chuckle, “don’t miss me too much - you’ll find better ‘mentors’” He air quoted the last word and Taeyong was now giggling. The older popped the kettle on and pulled out his tattered cigarette box, “I never knew you smoked.” Taeyong arched a brow, curious on how Oli had gotten away with it considering the strict rules. 

“I only let it out when I’m frustrated or confused.” He replied, placing the lighter against the butt of the cigarette and shielded it for a few seconds before inhaling the nicotine and a cloud of grey left his mouth and nose. Taeyong coughed, suddenly feeling awkward and scrunched up his nose at the smell. “Sorry Taeyong, I’m filled with worries for the future.” The smoker cleared his throat and took another swig. 

“It’s okay, it’s not like you have to follow rules anymore.” The joke sounded monotone, or even depressing. The silence that followed made the situation at hand even more dark and gloomy than it already was - jokes beginning to tumble. Humour no longer able to protect reality. 

A boy who was confused with his identity, and what future he wanted to choose. Something he loved - music and dance - beginning to make him lose himself, and as well as that Oliver felt so lost with who he was and what he believed in. Continuing this life, would break him and hate the things he once loved. 

“Whether you’re signed underneath a strict label or not - you’re bound to break rules in this system.” He looked into Taeyong’s eyes, the kettle beginning to hiss but the frail boy wouldn’t look away. Oliver’s eyes were dark and mysterious, the person he was getting to know in the past few months seemed different from the one who stood there with his hands on either side of the table. He looked intimidating, scarier and just cold. 

“You seem different Oli.” The shorter one voiced his thoughts aloud, making the other one break out of his state through a cheeky smile wearing itself on his face. “Got a little philosophical there.” He spoke in a cheery tone, ripping open the cup ramen open as he picked up the kettle to pour into the snack. He folded the plastic lid back into place, letting nearby chopsticks hold the lid in place as the flavouring powder weaved its way in the starchy food. The cigarette still in between his lips, he looked real and tired. 

A sly smirk wore itself on Oliver Lee’s features, the end of the cigarette lighting up as he breathed in a new batch of nicotine into his lungs. A cloud of smoke left his lips again, Taeyong’s naive eyes still focusing on the stick in between his lips. Something so small was so addictive to many, that cigarette was a relief to many - like the man in front of him. Taeyong felt like Oliver was his cigarette, something he was irrationally addicted to, he didn’t know why. Moving away would be healthy for his best friend, and he should be happy for him but he was far from happy. Taeyong was upset, lost, confused and stupid. Nothing made sense in this world, he felt like a bullet soaring through the air, trying to reach something that he could penetrate and create home within. However, the bullet kept on flying. 

“Do you want some?” The older asked, pointing towards the cup ramen that had been spinning there for a few minutes. “Not really.” He replied, Oliver, nodding in acknowledgement - “let’s go sit in front of the window.” Taeyong suggested with a cute grin adorning his face, the idea making him all fuzzy inside. If he was confused with his feelings, he’d put that aside and fall for Oliver more - underneath the bright moonlight. 

Gosh, he really was entirely whipped. 

They got up and left the kitchen, taking a seat on the wooden floor which was often cold but they paid no mind to the temperature. The view they got with this place was beautiful, it was shocking as usually, companies housed their trainees in shitty dingy places with barely functioning necessities - which was true for the duo’s apartment. But the view made them forget of the worries they had, as well as the broken shower head. 

They stayed there while Oliver ate, finished smoking what he could of that cigarette. Being in the company of who he admired was enough for Taeyong, it was his last moment with him for a long time, the possibility of them re-uniting sparse and thin so he felt like he had every right to stay silent because it was better than useless small talk. “Why are you so quiet today?” Oliver asked, rubbing the butt of the cigarette on the top of the ramen plastic lid - he was now slightly liberated away from his thoughts. 

“Appreciating the lights I guess, it’s better than talking with no meaning.” His shoulders were slumped forward, eyes focused straight forward on the city lights as they switched on and off every few 10 minutes, reassuring him that three a.m made them feel restless. Just how he felt right now, heart quickening knowing that Oliver Lee was looking at him right now. 

“Your eyes sparkle a lot y’know.” He said, a light blush growing on Taeyong’s cheeks and turned towards the person who held his heart. “Don’t lie Oli.” “But they do, and there’s nothing wrong about it. They are actually quite pretty.” 

“Don’t say that,” Taeyong mumbled, palms beginning to sweat - he was slightly angry. “Say what?” Oliver was clueless, playing with his lighter in one hand as he looked into the city ahead of him. “You don’t say that to friends.” 

Oliver stopped with the lighter. The atmosphere turning tense, Taeyong felt like the only thing he could hear was his racing heart, beating quicker as every second turned into a different number. “You’re quite again,” Oliver spoke up, beginning to pull out the box of cigarettes for the second time. “Don’t smoke again, it hasn’t even been ten minutes since your last.” He wasn’t soft-spoken anymore, it was like all those months of annoyance at everything had been pointed at Oliver even though he didn’t mean too. 

The pressure to be perfect at his sparse talents, he didn’t know where to find them, the confusion towards having feelings you were supposed to have with a girl falling onto his best friend and roommate. His roommate not taking care of himself, harming and belittling himself. Taeyong knew Oliver felt like shit, it was so fucking obvious.

“Look at me Taeyong.” Oliver begun, waiting for a few seconds before heaving a sigh and repeating himself more sternly. He placed his rough calloused hands on the side of Taeyong’s neck, and the boy turned towards his touch. That place felt hot beneath his palm, itchy and the younger felt himself get sweatier. 

“What’s up?” 

He didn’t have words to explain himself, what would he even start with? Complaining about life, complaining about the greed he had for him? So, he pursed his lips in anger and stayed quiet and turned his head to look at his frantic hands. This led to Oliver getting closer, hand still situated on Taeyong’s neck, “speak Taeyong-ah.” 

With a swift movement, Taeyong leaned in closer and puckered his lips to meet Oliver’s. He felt hot and adrenaline had sought him out before his rational side had spoken, he pulled away slightly. At least he did it, at least he shared his first kiss with the person he admired. 

“I like you, Oliver. A lot, I don’t know how much but it is quite a la-” Amidst his ramble, the older one had placed his lips on Taeyong’s pouted ones. A habit he often had when he’d speak when worried or confused, Oliver placed his hands on the sides of Taeyong’s face as he kissed him harder, he parted his lips as the kiss got deeper. Lips on the other lips. Oliver tasted of cigarettes, his lips were soft and plush like Taeyong had always dreamed of. He had slipped a tongue in, both of them warming up with love and desire for one another.

He pulled back and had that stupid smirk Taeyong had fallen for. He didn’t know if he was mocking him or revelling in what had just happened, he wished it was the latter. 

Oliver pulled him in for one small kiss, and then they lay there below the moonlight shining through. The clock had just turned into four a.m, sleep enrapturing the both of them in each other’s warm arms - beneath a blanket Taeyong had strung along with him. They both wore their clothes, Taeyong felt safe in Oliver’s arms. 

Except it was short-lived, as he had now woken with sore muscles and an empty side. He slowly got up from his position, searching for traces of his love. But he was gone, and the only thing left was a note:

but, now: taeyong had grown up, not only did he have a pretty face. he also had broad shoulders, a sharp jawline and toned arms that oliver tried not to stare at too long. did he mention he was a sucker for taeyong’s eyes? he tried to seem innocent, but oliver knew there was that hint of mischief and the repressed sexual tension taeyong tried to hide. he kissed him only once, before leaving. then it was a feeling of euphoria, a sign of reassurance and a moment out of impulse, just love. when they met for the first time after many years, it was awkward - he didn’t want to fuck his close mate and then go back to square one. no.

oliver cleared his throat, “relax?” he echoed, still not breaking eye contact. “yeah, relax.” taeyong replied sternly, his pupils dilating. he was now feeling hot, blood rushing to his cheeks again, this time they were turning darker. while adrenaline was quickly pumping through taeyong’s body, the air felt damp and tense between the two - just enough for the two to draw closer, as seconds passed oliver felt himself drown in the grasp of lust and stared at taeyong’s pretty plump lips that reminded him of cherries. he looked again into taeyong’s eyes, “are you willing to help me relax?” taeyong nodded quickly and oliver let a grin adorn his face.

breaking the short distance between the two, the older one’s lips crashed onto taeyong’s soft ones, a sense of relief washing over oli as taeyong kissed back even harsher. the smaller one felt himself melt, it was happening again, when oliver would fuck up his world by simply giving him a kiss. except this time, it was more than just a burst of energy, it was a hot passionate kiss, one that made taeyong’s nipples harden against oliver’s chest. 

they broke the kiss, oliver’s lips already beginning to swell. he looked dreamy, like he was high of some sort of drug, maybe LSD or marijuna. he grinned, and opened his legs wider patting the spot on his muscular thighs and soon enough they were kissing again. this time, taeyong sat on oliver’s lap while he played with the ends of his best-friend’s hair. oliver smirked against the boy’s lips while his hands travelled down to taeyong’s lower back, but the other stopped him and pulled himself back.

“you have to relax, remember?” he reminded innocently, blinking slowly, making oliver’s boner strain against his sweatpants. he looked down and taeyong followed, the younger giggled and whispered “i’ll help.” “are you sure?” The producer asked, “i want to please you so...”

taeyong pulled down oliver’s sweatpants midway, the older one took off his hoodie - leaving him in his black skin tight t-shirt and a man on his knees for him. it was a very hot position, one taeyong never thought he’d be in. 

“are you nervous?” oli asked, looking down into taeyong’s dark eyes, shining with lust. “a bit.” the smaller one replied, “do you want me to guide you?” oli asked, “just in the beginning.” oliver hummed in acknowledgment and held taeyong’s right hand, placing it on top of his clothed bulge. 

“pull it.” 

the sudden change in oliver’s voice slightly terrified taeyong, this was a whole new side to him. he was used to soft caring oli, gentle and warm. he was scared, but mostly aroused and followed the order. he pulled down his crush’s boxers, his dick was hard, the tip of it red and desperate. taeyong gulped, moving closer to it and admiring it, he was salivating, his mouth turning dry. 

oliver grabbed the base of his dick and moved it closer to taeyong’s lips, “i’ll try and be gentle.” he whispered, and taeyong opened his mouth. the feeling was foreign, he always fantasised sucking dick and watched porn countless of times no matter what genre, to learn how to: but he was frozen for a few seconds., clueless on what to do next.

“move your head up and down - slowly.” oliver commanded.

and the smaller one listened, his mouth stretching as he moved his mouth up and down oliver’s shaft, savouring the taste of his dick. oliver threw his head back, letting out a string of curse words. it had been a long time since he last engaged in something sexual, and long overdue. he grabbed a bunch of taeyong’s hair, and pushed him slowly down. 

taeyong felt his throat uncomfortably stretch, tears of arousal beginning to slip from his eyes. he felt extremely dirty and completely out of his comfort zone, but he was enjoying it. oliver pulled taeyong’s head back while grabbing his hair, letting him breathe while he choked on his spit and tried to regain his composure. 

oliver placed his thumb in between taeyong’s lips, rubbing against them for a few seconds before ordering for taeyong to open them. “you sure you want to continue?” he asked, looking deeply into the other one’s shining eyes. 

taeyong nodded, and spoke up “let me do it this time.”

so he started with oliver’s tip, slowly sucking on it like a lollipop, making oli groan. the sounds that came out of the oliver made taeyong more confident and quickly let his tongue encircle the top of it. 

oliver couldn’t help himself but place his veiny hands on top of taeyong’s head, signalling that he wanted him to go down further. taeyong placed his hands around oliver’s dick and began to bob his head up and down, lewd sounds leaving his lips and the taste of precum entering his mouth.

taeyong’s arousal got the best of him and used his left hand to lift his shirt and play with his nipples, pulling at them and pinching them. he relaxed his jaw and moved down further, taking oliver’s cock fully into his mouth - hitting the back of his throat.

“fuck, just like that.” 

he continued moving his mouth up and down, quickening his pace. the boy couldn't help but moan against oli’s dick, sending vibrations all over oliver’s body. as taeyong’s fingers sped up against his nipples, he sucked quicker and swallowed around oli - making his throat tighter against his dick. 

“fuck!” oliver breathed, his cock twitching in taeyong’s mouth and pushed taeyong harshly down. bucking his hips, making taeyong gag before he spilled in his mouth, releasing hot spurts of cum into taeyong’s mouth.

taeyong pulled back and looked up at oliver, sweat glistening against his forehead while his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. he looked down at the younger one, arching his eyebrows at the giddy one. 

“i’m sorry about releasing in your mouth without your permission.” soft oliver was back, concern lacing his eyes. taeyong chuckled, “it’s okay. i wanted you to anyway.” oliver blushed at his words, taeyong pulling him in for another small kiss. tasting himself against his lips.