Conquest X F! Plus Sized Reader; Insecurities
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{I guess this is my first official fic on my account so don’t be too harsh 😔. Thanks to @lostfallenangelsblog for this scrumptious idea, I hope I did it justice!}
“Con… I don’t wanna go out looking like this…”
Dresses of all varieties lay scattered across the bed, each abandoned dress an extension of your exasperated hopes, laying there like insults being pelted at you. You stared at your reflection as if It’d make you like what you were seeing, except you didn’t like what you saw, what you saw made you wish the earth would open to swallow you whole. Tonight was supposed to be your chance to show your boyfriend the fun parts of human life, a nice little dinner date together, but with every minute your excitement was turning into a court of judgement, and your body was on trial.
This dress was supposed to smooth out the pudgy tummy and hide your back rolls, instead it decided to accentuate all those features, making you resemble something closer to a busted can of biscuits than a woman. Not to mention having no coverage for your arms, not even a jacket could save this, how could you possibly be seen in public looking like this?
Conquest on the other hand wasn’t even thinking about dinner anymore, not when he was staring right at his dessert, his pretty little morsel just begging to be devoured. He’d noticed your building frustrations by the fourth dress you’d tried on, it didn’t take rocket science to see the thoughts running in your head, he just didn’t understand why you were thinking them. Of course you were meant to be all soft and squishy, humans were the weaker species after all, so why were you so upset about it? The older man moved across the room to stand behind you, reaching down to wrap his hands around your waist and pull you back against him, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Lookin’ like what, kitten? You look good enough to eat, yet you’re over here lookin’ at yourself like that. What's got you so worked up, hm?”
You instinctively wanted to melt into Conquest’s embrace, usually you’d be a blushing, giggling mess by now. But the bitter self hate simmered deep in your chest, a lifetime of critiques both from others and yourself weighing you down, making you feel completely unworthy of the attention. Why would he ever pick you? Conquest was the closest thing to perfection, having existed long before she was even a thought, he could have anyone he wanted yet he was in a relationship with you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, looking away from the mirror, the words spilling out in a choked up mumble.
“I look… awful. Nothing fits right, I can’t go out with you looking like… this. Guys don’t want a fat girlfriend, they want a girlfriend they can pick up and carry around, someone they can treat like a princess. Why would you pick me when… fuck, when you could get any woman you wanted?”
The feeling of his hand grabbing your chin forced your attention back to the reflection in the mirror, and when your eyes locked with his good one you froze, molten heat pooling in your belly in an instant. The way Conquest was looking at you was nothing short of ravenous, both insulted that you’d question why he chose you, and offended that you forgot just who you belonged to. His tone had shifted completely now, so had the air in between them, thick enough to cut with a knife.
“Oh? Is that so, pet? And who are you to tell me what I should or shouldn’t want, hm?”
You swallowed around the lump in your throat, heat crawling across your skin at his growl, breath coming in short and sharp gasps. The size difference was even more obvious in this position, trapped against the fortress of his body, making you feel smaller than you usually did. The urge to argue your point sat in the back of your mind now, that had died the moment he looked at you like that, like you were the only woman in the entire universe.
“I… I um…”
Conquest cut off the stuttered whisper with a tut, slowly trailing his hands down towards your thighs, his prosthetic hand teasing the hem of the dress while the left gripped the plush flesh of your thigh. That pulled a groan from the older man as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, savoring the sweet scent of your skin, that warmth that he’d happily drown in. Returning his gaze to meet yours, he tugged at the hem of your dress, looking for your permission despite the intensifying hunger.
“Take it off, princess. Let me show you exactly why I chose you, since you’ve forgotten already.”
Yeah… so much for that dinner date. You were sure you were disturbing the entire neighborhood with the noises you were making, the smell of sex and endless obscene, wet smacks filled the bedroom. You’d already given up on watching your reflection, too fucked out and drunk on his cock to lift your head, let alone keep your eyes open for long. Conquest had his hands wrapped tight under your thighs, knees pulled up towards your chest to keep you completely spread open, your back against his bare chest while he used you.
“You’ve got… some fuckin’ audacity, pet. Questioning my choices… my strength… you think your weight is anything to me? Don’t ever insult my capabilities…”
Conquest snarled in a ragged laugh as he admired your reflection in the mirror, his amber eye glued to the way your soft body moved with his thrusts, how your flesh spilled through his fingers. The thought of the bruises he was leaving on you made him feel feral, getting to mark up this plump, perfect, fertile body of yours. He watched your sticky, fat pussy swallow his girthy cock with each bounce, soaking his length in your juices that dripped down his balls. Why would he pick a woman who would break if he fucked her like this, when you took him like your pussy was starving for him, just begging to be filled and fucked every chance it got.
“I chose you because you don’t break… you take what I give you and beg for more. I’m flattered you treat me like a man, but I’m a conquerer, and I’ll always remind you who’s claimed this tight pussy of yours.”
You couldn’t help but whimper at the sheer heat of him, not just from the way he was using you like a living fucktoy, but because of the raw desire in his words. Conquest’s cock was bullying your insides with every thrust, the tip hitting your cervix with ruthless precision, you’d already lost count on how many times he’s made you cum already. Tears of bliss cut trails through the makeup you’d spent an hour on, lipstick smeared and mascara staining around your eyes, a beautiful, broken mess of ecstasy.
“Con-! Please… I can’t… it’s too muchhh…!”
Your pleas fell on deaf ears when Conquest held you tighter, squishing you against his torso to drive his cock in deeper, forcing squeals and babbled sobs from your parted lips. The pace he was going could rival that of a feral beast, heavy and rough with the eagerness of his thrusts, growls and grunts against your neck as he marked your skin in bruising bite marks. When the gummy, velvety walls of your cunt clenched down on his cock he kept up his assault, fucking you through yet another earth shattering orgasm.
“You can and you will take it, girl- I’m not stopping until you’re so full of my cum you can’t think—!”
His words were muffled against the skin of your shoulder, ragged and low with his own building pleasure, feeling his balls pulling up tight as he reached the edge. Moving to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, his hips stuttered before stilling completely, buried to the hilt in your trembling heat. Conquest grunted into your mouth when he came hard, thick ropes of his seed shooting deep inside you, pressed right up against your cervix. The Viltrumite felt a jolt of pride at filling you up, maybe this time it would take, there’s nothing he’d love more than to see you carry his legacy.
When the waves of pleasure slowed to a warm buzz, you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, gasping and panting as your head fell back against him. It was a messy scene, sweat slicked skin and sticky juices connecting their bodies, you looked completely fucked out in his arms. Easing his grip just enough so you could be more comfortable, Conquest leaned in to press a kiss to your flushed cheek, baring his crooked teeth in a mockingly sweet smile. You never looked as beautiful as you did every time he broke you, all sated and boneless against him, his soft little human.
“Con…”
That’s all you could manage to mumble against him, still trying to come back down to earth from cloud nine, your mind a blissful, goopy haze. If you’d been self conscious before you definitely weren’t now, you had completely forgotten about the date, about the dresses left discarded around the room from your earlier dilemma. All you could think about was that he was buried balls deep in your pussy, his cum leaking out around his girth, and the fact he was still hard as a rock. His next words just confirmed that, whispered in your ear with a teasing, cocky purr, both a threat and a promise.
“Don’t give up, kitten… I'm just getting started.”
You were in for a very long night…
