#hopefully im not the only one who wants olrox x reader stuff

[dervampireprince]

Corsets

[18+, minors dni] Pairing: Olrox/Trans Man Reader Words: 2,154 Rating: Explicit Read on Ao3 Tags: Trans Male Character | Established Relationship | Comfort | Gender Dysphoria | Corsetry | Anal Penetration | Oral | Fingering | Praise Kink | Strap-Ons | Dom Bottom Olrox Summary: You saw a corset in a shop window one night and paused. Olrox had asked if you were interested by it. Hovering over your shoulder, he asked if you'd like him to buy it for you. But you shook your head, said no, worried that wearing it would make you look like... So Olrox buys a corset for himself to prove how good a man looks in one.

Notes: Well I saw someone cosplaying Olrox in a corset and Olrox had already been on my brain for days and now this is here. It was just going to be a couple hundred word drabble but then I just kept writing. Yes I couldn't think of a title.

You saw a corset in a shop window one night and paused. Olrox had asked if you were interested by it. Hovering over your shoulder, he asked if you'd like him to buy it for you. But you shook your head, said no, worried that wearing it would make you look like...

You knew it was a silly thought for a couple of reasons. Firstly, that you were being a hypocrite. That clothing had no gender and that you wouldn't think another man looked like a girl for wearing a corset or a skirt or dress. And secondly, that Olrox did not judge you for things like this.

The corset had been forgotten about after that, or so you'd thought.

Later that week you're returning your book to your night stand, but when you enter the room you freeze.

Olrox is sitting on the edge of the bed, hands coming forwards from behind his back to rest in his lap. He's wearing nothing but his white shirt, unbuttoned and tucked down into a deep purple corset.

The book slips from between your fingers and falls to the floor.

If Olrox reacts, you don't see. Your eyes are glued to his body, his shirt revealing some of his chest before being swallowed up, the way the corset hugged his waist, pulled it in and cinched it.

“I thought it could make you feel more assured that you can look like a man in a corset if I wore one. I hope you don’t mind” Olrox's voice drifts into your ears, you barely take in the words but you can hear his smirk.

Your mouth is dry. You don't know how to respond, well, not with words anyway. The silence stretches on, you can't look him in the eye, but you can't look away from him.

It takes him saying your name to bring your mind back up. He can't be sounding concerned, can he? He can get upset about things despite what others think, but him being insecure in himself is not usual. It can't be that. Perhaps he's concerned that he's finally broken you.

“Olrox,” You breathe out, your voice sounds wrecked.

You finally meet his gaze.

He tilts his head to the side, pops up a shoulder, hair spills in front of his right eye.

“What do you think?” He asks, knowing full well what a fucking vision he looks like.

Words still fail you. How can you possible put into words how gorgeous he looks? And how many times had he already been told that in his lifetime? And the way he was sitting there, smugly amused by your reaction to him.

You aren't really thinking yet when you abandon your book on the floor. You're in front of him in an instant, leaning forwards, nose brushing against his, lips almost touching. You tilt your head ever so slightly, letting him think you're about to kiss him, let him lean up towards you, before pulling away

He huffs as you pull at him, not satisfied until he's standing. Your hands hook under his arms, around to his shoulder blades until they're being dragged down over his back as you sink your body down. Your mouth kisses at the exposed skin on his chest, and doesn't stop once it hits rich brocade.

You mouth over the hooks, tongue dragging against the seams, laying kisses over the corset until your thighs touch your calves and you're kneeling before him.

“What do I think?” Your murmur, lips pressing against the bottom hem of the corset, so close to his cock.

Olrox stares down at you in shock. You’re normally not this bold. He’s usually the one who has to instigate anything sexual, not because you don’t want too but because you get shy. And that's fine, he's more than happy to do the seducing, to chase you, and you blushing and squirming is a bonus. Of course he's wanted your confidence to grow, wondered what it would be like to see you bloom. Who knew all it would take to bring out your confidence would be a garment.

“Do you need me to show you?”

Olrox blinks down at you, the unexpected thrill of you being so forward making him forget what he had just said. “What?”

You chuckle against his skin and he shivers. "Can I show you how much I like it?"

Something warm catches in his chest as you nuzzle against his cock, the gesture is soft, comforting for you. His hand drifts down to your hair, threads his fingers between the strands.

"Yes."

It's all the permission you need. Any embarrassment you would usually have about taking any little bit of control is gone, replaced by a need to please him, to make him feel good, to make him feel as beautiful as he is, to engrave how beautiful you find him into his bones.

The way Olrox looks up at you when you push him down onto the bed makes your heart flutter. He's allowing you to do this, to push him back, trusting you to have this bit of control without abusing it. He doesn't get into subspaces like you, and you'd never ask him to submit to you, he's had enough of people trying to get him to submit. You're barely dominating him here, he's still got all the control, but he's letting you call the shots on where you touch him, letting you explore and worship him.

And fuck how you crave to worship him.

Your hands slide up and down the fabric and boning that covers his waist as you place your head between his legs. Running your tongue along the side, kissing the tip, taking it all into your mouth. He sighs when you do.

"Always so soft and warm for me, my love," He coos as you will your mouth to take him a little deeper.

As lovely as his cock is in your mouth, it's not what you really want. You've only done this a handful of times and it's always been from Olrox asking for it. This is the first time you've had the need, the want, all on your own for this.

"I want to fuck you," Your rasp out, pulling yourself off Olrox's cock.

His cock twitches against your cheek.

"Really?" He looks down at you in wonder and you nod eagerly.

His voice always sounds so calm and unaffected when he talks during sex. You realise you'd like to try and change that.

He reaches for the oil in the night stand and hands it to you. You kiss his hand as you take it.

"Thank you," Perhaps it's silly to say, especially as your now slicked finger circles his hole.

"For what?"

"Trusting me to have you like this."

You see his walls come down. The furrow of his brow, smirk falling into genuine smile.

"Well, you're going to take good care of me aren't you, sweet boy?"

A whine leaves your mouth. Yes, yes you are, you want too so badly, it's what he deserves, he deserves to be taken care off, especially when he takes such good care of you.

"My good patient boy. You're going to get me nice and-ah stretched out for your cock?" He rocks his hips as you slide a finger inside him. "Just like that. If I'd known all I needed to do to get you rushing to fold me in half I'd have- fuck, another finger, love- I'd have bought one of these a long time ago. This is what gets you riled up huh?"

"You get me riled up," You complain as three of your fingers thrust into him. "This is just... Fuck, Olrox you're beautiful."

He preens under you. Hips thrusting back against your fingers, his body rolling but slightly restricted by the corset. You wish you could have seen him put it on, or fuck-

"Next time, let me help you put it on?"

"Next time?" His eyes twinkle as he smiles.

"Oh you have to wear this again. And you want too, you enjoy seeing me frustrated," You wipe your fingers off on your thigh.

"And it is so easy to get you frustrated." Olrox hums, pleased with himself.

He watches as you get yourself ready for him. Harness sliding over your thighs, slicking your cock up with oil as it clicks into place.

"You going to fuck me with that now?" He spreads his legs against the crimson sheets. "That's a good boy, come here. You're going to give me what I need, aren't you?"

You crawl between his legs, panting and flushed even though he hasn't touched you. Your hands stroke over his thighs before finding purchase on that waist again, you could get addicted to holding him there.

"Yes," Olrox hisses out and throws his head back as you push your cock inside of him, bottoming out in one long, slow thrust.

You swear you can feel him around you. He'd be tight as you haven't done this in a while. Sensitive walls clenching around you as your thrust. And you do thrust, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. He can be so soft when he's inside of you, but when you're inside of him he doesn't like being treated like he's breakable. When you're inside of him he tells you-

"Harder, love. You wanted to show me how much you like me in this? Yes? Then harder, show me-" He chokes on his own moans, babbling around your cock, toes curling. "Like that, yes, good boy-"

Olrox's hands reach for you, pull you in so he can kiss you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, demandingly, and as you moan back into his mouth he hooks a leg around you and flips you both over.

"You really like this, darling?" He runs a hand down over his stomach, taunting you, as he rises up and down, fucking himself on your cock.

"Yes, yes, Olrox, fuck," You dig your heels into the bed, your hands scramble at his hips, trying to get leverage to fuck up into him. "Please."

He hushes you, leans over to kiss you again as he rolls his hips against you.

"You can come if you can, love. If you can grind up into me so that this cock presses against you, rubs against you, or I can slide a hand down there myself after I come..." He trails off, you know there's about to be a catch. "If..."

Whining you paw at him, fingers greedily grabbing his ass, feeling where he's stretched out around you.

"Ah, close, my love. And you can be close too, if you tell me what you think."

"You- fuck, you know, Olrox, you're gorgeous-"

"And a man?"

"A-? Yes of course, you," Oh. "Yes, you still look like a man, Olrox, please-"

He leans down, kissing your neck, fangs grazing you. "Will you let me buy you one?"

Your head is spinning. "What?"

"If I come around your cock and then rub my fingers against you until you come, will you let me buy you a corset?"

His voice tickles your ear, but then he pulls back, bouncing harder on your cock now. You know he's close.

"I can help you put it on. You'd be so good for me, standing in front of the mirror as I lace you up, and then I can show you how handsome you are in it, play with your little hole, kiss you all over, fuck you-ah open, just like you're doing to me. Don't you want that, love?"

You do, of course you do, but it's hard to get anything out of your mouth other than moans as the curved back of the cock presses against your body, the groove catching on slick cock that's trapped behind it.

"Please, Olrox, please, please, I want, ah, I want you too, want you to show me I'm your good boy, I'm your good boy Olrox please-"

His thighs squeeze around yours. When he throws his head back, his hair fans around him, earrings jingling. He grinds down against your cock despite being oversensitive, riding out his orgasm, his come pooling on your chest.

You think he should be the one boneless, not sliding off your cock with ease. Before you can complain, his hand is where he promised it would be, already rubbing at your wet cock while the other tugs down the harness. He pushes it away, nails scratch against your thigh drawing your gaze down to his. All it takes it one swipe of his tongue against your cock and you're coming.

He strokes your hair as you come down, tells you how much he loves you, how well you fucked him, and of course, how pretty you're going to look for him after he stops back by that shop.