Conquest x f! Plus size reader: conquest knows a lot about fighting and everything about being a Viltrumite, that's a very obvious fact, but he knows nothing about Earth's traditions. Imagine how awkward it must be for him to have to figure out how to seduce Reader for intimacy for the first time (it's Reader's first time in general). He knows that if he asks directly, Reader might say yes, but he wants everything to be perfect (NSFW). I'll leave you with this thought and hope you have a wonderful day.
Oh my god I'm foaming at the mouth this is an amazing idea thank you for this.
Romance Troubles; Conquest x Plus Size F! Reader
Warnings; Fluffy sweet sex/Hinted dacryphilia/Literally soft and steamy smut. Not proofread, I literally wrote this at midnight like a madwoman.
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âWhat theâŚ? What am I even looking at? This can't be how humans do this⌠that's so⌠stupid.â The groan that fell from Conquest's lips was muffled by his hands, the ones currently trying to rub the frustration from his features, failing miserably to alleviate the ache in his skull. One search had led him to another, and another, and deeper down a rabbit hole he found himself wanting to claw right back out of. This shouldn't be so complicated, he was finding out quick just how convoluted humans really are, so many social rules and âswooningâ tricks that it makes his stomach churn.
How did this all start? Well, at least that's a simple answer, one that was currently leaving him to drown in human nuances. Conquest wanted to have sex with his girlfriend, his sweet little woman, but he'd been too awkward to just ask her. Well, that, and the fact he wanted to do it like a human man would.
He wasn't completely in the dark about sex, gods no, he's lived too long to not know about it. It's a core part of Viltrumite identity, reproduce as much as possible, have as many kids as you physically can till you're either dead or incapable. When it came to his kind, sex was just another duty to complete, and often times it was with a less than willing partner. Conquest grimaced to himself at the thought, he'd never taken part in that kind of duty himself, he'd always been too busy wiping civilizations off maps to bother with repopulating the race.
Besides, the thought of just taking what he wanted left him with a bone deep discomfort, she deserved better than him taking her like some feral beast. So, long story short, that's why he's sitting in the dark with his eyes glued to a computer screen watching pornos.
Conquest's face showed nothing but pure exasperation, pausing the video before he had to listen to more obnoxious noises, his sanity dropping with every second he exposed himself to this torture. âI'm getting nowhere with this pathetic garbage, what kind of measly worm seduces a woman with a pizza? There wasn't even a pizza, just his dick in a box, that's not seductive at all.â He grumbled and let his head fall back, staring up at the ceiling like it would hold the answers to his problems, it in fact did not.
How do humans make it look so easy to do this? He's seen all the mushy scenes from the romance movies she loves, a shared drink and sweet words that lead to a kiss, one kiss turning into many before the act just comes naturally. He wasn't suave or romantic, not even close, he was a conqueror. All he's ever done is take things because he could, destroying things he touched, not holding something close and swooning them.
Yet with you, he wanted to do that, he wanted to make it perfect. Conquest didn't want to ask flat out, he was worried he'd come off too strong, that you'd tell him no. He felt clumsy when it came to being gentle, half of the time he was too straight forward, his voice loud and harsh instead of sweet and smooth. The fact he was even researching this was huge, the old him would've just flat out asked her for sex, not caring for all these little rules.
Closing the tab with an irritated huff, he clicked on the tab that held all of his notes, looking over the collection of information he'd gathered so far. A list of romance movies you love, check, a few song choices to set the mood after a successful acceptance of his offer, check, types of drinks humans like to help ease anxiety, check. Conquest was treating this with the efficiency of a mission, it sure felt like one anyways, it was just as complicated to plan.
Tomorrow night. That would be when he'd set this plan into action. One day to prepare for this.
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The moment you'd left for work that morning, he was putting his plan into motion, determined to make this flawless. It all started with a trip to the local grocery store, wandering the aisles and ignoring the occasional stares, a list in one hand and a basket in the other. A bag of your favorite chocolates, check, a bottle of red wine he thought you'd enjoy, check, little cheeses and meats to put on a board? Check.
After debating fighting some old lady who looked at him a little too long, thankfully choosing not to, Conquest had the bag secured as he returned home with his spoils. If there was anything he hated the most, it was stores, nothing but chaotic noise and people who didn't know how to act like they had a brain.
Back in the secluded comfort of the empty house, the older man got to work, not wanting to waste a moment of precious time. He spent a good hour cutting up cheese and meat into manageable bite sizes, it wasn't the prettiest, but it would have to do. Those slices got layered on one of the cutting boards, tucked away in the fridge with the wine and chocolate, before he moved onto the next step. A good outfit.
Conquest found himself staring at his closet in contemplation, mulling over his different options, while also trying to remember what you like to see him in. He couldn't wear his usual shirt and jeans combo, that was too plain, you saw him in that every day. Maybe one of those turtlenecks you got him? Nah, too hot out for that, plus it'd be a pain to get off mid action. Why was this so difficult? Viltrum would have a stroke at something so tedious, this was the definition of inefficiency, how could fabric help with this?
âAh, this one will have to workâŚâ He muttered to himself, reaching out to grab a red button up he never wore, grabbing the black slacks next to it as well. You'd gotten this for him for âfancyâ activities, he never wore it calling it âstupidâ, who knew it'd end up coming to save him in his struggle?
Now we were getting somewhere.
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Work had been complete torture, like usual, another long day of meaningless paperwork and bureaucratic headaches. It'd be so much more soul crushing if you were returning to an empty home, that had been your life before, not anymore thankfully. You had your adorable old man to come home to, probably moping around like he usually did when you were gone, he was like a big puppy with separation anxiety at times.
Although, lately he seemed a little distant, at least for him anyway. Conquest was usually in your skin all the time, at your hip with no sense of boundaries, that was the norm. The past few nights though he'd spent a lot of time on the computer, for what reason you had no idea, but it had definitely settled in the back of your mind. What had him so distracted? It wasn't anywhere near your birthday, nor was there any holiday coming up in the near future, so you wondered what he spent his time researching.
Stepping out of your car after a moment to gather your scattered mind, the warm night air blanketed you in humidity, clinging to your skin as you walked up the path to the door. The moment you walked through the door the scent of candles hit you, wrapping you in their sweet embrace like a hug, a flicker of curious confusion going through your chest. What the�
You didn't have long to question it before you felt a hand wrap around your waist, the door shutting behind you, meeting the sight greeting you. Deep maroon satin stretched across a broad chest, buttons guiding your gaze upward, tilting your head back to the familiar face waiting. Conquest looked both confident and nervous at the same time, red flushing his ears in a heat of embarrassment, his usually messy hair brushed out in soft, fluffy tufts around the crown of his head.
âHey there, pretty girl, how was work?â He asked in a murmur with a boyish smile, pulling you close to his chest as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, admiring your beautiful features close up. That earned him a flustered little noise from you, a giggle followed by a sheepish smile, your hands resting on his chest. âIt was okay, Con, just the usual stuffâŚâ You paused to look to the side at the rest of the house, the dimmed lights and a movie cued up, candles spread out across the house giving it a comfortable glow. â... What's all this, big guy? Did you⌠did you do this for me?â
Conquest wanted to huff and roll his eye at the question, wasn't it obvious he did this for you? But he knew better than that, you were clearly surprised by this, that was your way of showing it. He reached up with his gauntlet, gently grasping your chin to run his thumb over your bottom lip, his gaze roving over you with a mix of self conscious clumsiness and genuine desire. âMhm, I sure did, kitten. Why don't you go get into something comfortable? I'll pour us a drink.â
Who stole your dorky old man and replaced him with this one? Blinking in surprise, you playfully patted his chest, pulling away from his touch. âOkay, yeah, that sounds perfect, honey.â Offering him a sweet smile you made your way to the bedroom, face red as a tomato the moment you were alone, heart racing in your chest. Where did this come from? Was he trying to swoon her? It was definitely working, albeit a little strange to see him act like this, but damn if it didn't leave you brimming with anticipation.
âFuck. She definitely hates it. What am I doing? I look ridiculous right now. Is it hot in here or is it just me?â Conquest's inner critic was getting harsh, his hand trembling just a fraction as he poured the wine, if he wasn't a strong willed man he would've crumbled by now. He just wanted to make something perfect for you, this was singlehandedly the most important moment in his whole life, of course he wanted it to be special for you. âJust stick to the plan, the worst that can happen is she says no, how hard can this be? I'm not some lowly beast.â
Your returning steps snapped him out of his thoughts, turning his head to the hallway, his heart stopping in his chest at what he was greeted with. A skin tight little black dress, one you rarely wore because it always âshowed too muchâ, hugging every soft curve and plush roll. It took every fiber of his being just to keep his jaw off the floor, his amber eye locked on your figure, looking at you like you were the only beautiful thing in the entire universe.
âWhat do you think, baby? I think it goes perfectly with your outfitâŚâ Conquest swallowed thickly at your question, the wine forgotten as he set the bottle on the counter, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of you. Tentatively, he reached out with both hands to hold your hips, guiding you closer so he could admire you. Hair down and free of the ponytail, radiant as a supernova in the low light, your eyes looking up at him with a gaze that mirrored his own. âYou look⌠absolutely⌠breathtaking. I think you're right, it is the perfect choice.â
The way the words fell from his lips, the raw adoration and devotion in his good eye, you couldn't help but feel so loved. Heat rolled over you in waves, biting your lip as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him so close only a whisper separated your lips. When you first got with Conquest, you would've never guessed this is how he'd ask you for this, you never thought he'd want something like this. But now? Seeing just how much thought he put into this? It was the most romantic thing a man has ever done for you.
âYou look very dashing, my love. What's the occasion, hm?â You cooed in a coy whisper against his lips, fingers lightly scratching at the nape of his neck affectionately, feeling him tense for a second before he melted into your touch. A low groan rumbled deep in his chest, his hands moving to your lower back to pin you against his body, his eyes fluttering shut with a sigh. âI'm⌠trying to be romantic. I wanted to ask you⌠but⌠I wanted it to be special, yknow.â Conquest admitted in a quiet mutter, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment, opening his eyes to meet your loving expression.
Oh your heart has never melted faster, he went out of his comfort zone to do this? Pressing your forehead against his, your hands moved to gently cup his face in your palms, running your thumbs soothingly over the lines of his jaw. âOh honey⌠I'm flattered you did this for me, I love it. But you know you could've just asked, right? Did you think I would say no?â The silence from him was a clear answer, that was exactly why he'd gone to these lengths, the one thing that kept him from just coming to you about it. â...I didn't want to take it⌠I wanted to earn it.â
You silenced him with a sweet kiss, closing the final distance between you two, your lips meeting his in a gesture of tender love. Conquest melted like hot lead in a forge, returning your kiss with the same slow devotion, wanting to completely memorize the taste of you. His hands roamed hesitantly at first, when you arched into his touch he gained more confidence, one hand getting a handful of your round ass while the other cradled the back of your head.
âAre you sure, kitten? We don't have to if you don't⌠want to. There's one of your cheesy love movies and snacks if youâŚâ He murmured against your lips, searching your face for any hint of the rejection he was expecting. You teased the edge of his mustache, twirling the gray hairs around your finger. âI'm sure, Con, if I wasn't I'd tell you.â
A squeak of surprise devolved into excited giggles when Conquest swept you into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, leaving you to dangle there. You couldn't even get a witty retort out before his bionic hand playfully swatted your ass, at least you had your arrogant old man back, right? Carrying you off to the bedroom, he could feel his heart racing with anticipation, a year of patiently waiting had finally paid off.
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The bedroom was heavy with tension on the crest of breaking, soft music hummed in the background but neither of you were paying any attention to it, too busy getting each other out of your clothes. His hands were all over every inch of your skin he could get, pulling the black fabric down your body, while you were eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. Goosebumps flushed across your body when your dress slid off, pooling around your feet on the floor, leaving you in nothing but black lace underneath.
That got a growl from Conquest as his eye landed on your exposed skin, looking over your body like it was the first time, in this context it was the first time he was seeing you like this. When you undid the last button on his shirt he shrugged the maroon fabric off, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his defined muscles dusted in coarse gray hair. You couldn't keep your eyes off him either, his pecs were practically begging for your attention, leaning in to press a kiss between the firm muscles.
âYou're killinâ me, kitten⌠I don't know how to be gentleâŚâ You looked up at him through your lashes, a grin mirroring his own on your lips, getting up on your tippy toes to press a coy kiss to his throat. âIt's okay, baby, I don't mind. This is our chance to find our own pace.â That was all he needed to hear. Conquest pulled you into a sloppy, needy kiss, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
A soft moan got swallowed up by his greedy kiss when his hands guided you down, his body settling over yours in a mountain of warm, unmoveable muscle. Tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every corner, Conquest eagerly fumbled with your bra first, struggling with the clip for a second before he got it. The moment your breasts were freed he pulled away from the kiss, his lips not leaving your skin for long, trailing wet kisses and nips down your throat. You reached out to hold onto his shoulders, back arching up into his kisses as he moved to your chest.
âGods⌠look at you, pretty girl. So perfectâŚâ he murmured against your skin, taking both mounds into his hands, thumbs teasing over your stiffened nipples. That earned him a needy little noise, stoking the fire building in his blood, he'd never been this aroused in his long life. Taking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue worked the bud as he nipped and nibbled, leaving marks from his crooked teeth behind before he swapped over to the neglected one.
âOh Con⌠pleaseâŚâ You whined when he laved your breasts in worship, feeling warmth pooling in your gut so intense it stole your breath, leaving you a panting mess beneath him. The weight of his body on top of yours was the only thing keeping you grounded, an ocean of pent up desire threatening to swallow you whole, how had you gone this long without this? A sudden absence of his lips on your chest caught your attention, you opened your mouth to ask if he was okay, but the words caught in your throat when your eyes met his.
The amber in his eye looked almost molten with heat, looking up at you between your thick thighs, his hot breaths ghosting over the damp fabric of your panties. âRelax, let me make you feel good firstâŚâ Conquest purred in a gravely huff, pressing a hot kiss to the soft flesh of your inner thigh, before taking the lace between his teeth. Your pupils were blown wide as you watched with rapt attention, that had to be the most exotic sight ever, watching as he slid the panties free from your body. The moment they were off his face was buried in the apex of your thighs, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of your arousal.
His prosthetic hand trailed up to grab a handful of your belly, the other throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping it pinned there in an iron tight grip. A loud, unashamed groan vibrated against your slick folds as he dove in, his tongue sliding through the wet warmth that greeted him. Your hands darted down to the back of his head, your own head thrown back against the messy sheets, moans swelling up in your chest. Conquest was eating like a man who'd starved his whole life, sucking and licking up the juices that flowed freely, his noises of enjoyment muffled by your cunt.
âFuck, you taste so damn good⌠so wet for me, kitten.â The words were lost in the obscene sounds of his enjoyment, his mouth latching around your sensitive clit, swirling his tongue around the bud just to get more whimpers from you. Letting go of your leg he slipped his hand between your thighs, teasing around your entrance, grinning against you when he felt your hips buck into his touch. âGood girlâŚâ he murmured, slowly pushing his index finger into your tight walls, feeling the suction pulling him in. You felt like heaven itself, a beautiful benediction, something so perfect that he didn't know if he deserved it.
How had he turned you into a squirming, moaning mess already? As he worked your velvet walls open, sucking your clit like his life depended on it, you felt like you were melting. âOh fuck- that feels so good⌠ohhhh my god-!â You mewled as the pleasure built up in your gut, feeling like a raging furnace under your skin, making your heart race against your ribs. Gasping when another one of his thick fingers pushed into you, your hips squirmed against his face, toes curling when he started massaging your g-spot. âCon, please, I'm⌠I'm gonnaâŚâ
âCome on, baby girl, cum for me. You can do itâŚâ Conquest encouraged through ragged breaths, feeling your pussy clenching tight around his fingers, quivering in anticipation of the release. Returning his mouth to your clit to slurp the throbbing bundle of nerves, his fingers crooked up to the sweet spot, massaging your walls with a steady friction. The groan that left him when you came was nothing short of animalistic, eagerly lapping up the juices that coated his chin in abundance, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. You had barely come down enough to catch your breath when his weight settled on top of you again, his lips crashing against yours so you could taste your own arousal, stealing your breath away.
You don't know when he'd ditched his slacks, but you sure found out when you felt him against your thigh, his hips slotting between your spread legs. Your eyes snapped open in disbelief, pulling away from the kiss to try and catch your breath, hands resting on his chest when you met his gaze. âHoly shit, baby⌠are you sure that will even fit?â Conquest snorted a laugh at that, pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple, rolling his hips so you could feel every thick inch of his cock. âMmm, of course it will, princess. You were made just for me after all, besides, I think that pretty pussy of yours is begging for itâŚâ
Swallowing your whimper with another kiss, he reached down to spread your legs as wide as they'd go, his prosthetic keeping one leg pinned open while he grasped his cock in the other. Letting out a soft hiss against your lips as he pumped his length in his fist, Conquest glided the head through the sticky juices coating your fat cunt, his ego inflating when you squirmed beneath him. âJust breathe, baby girl, you can take itâŚâ he cooed when he began pushing the tip into your tight walls, sliding his hand under your hips to tilt them upwards, slowly working his girthy length inside.
The stretch was the most intense, intimate thing you'd ever felt in your whole life. Tears involuntarily welled up in your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck to instinctively cling to him, your lips parted in a silent cry as he stuffed you with his cock. When he buried himself to the base your breath returned to you, a choked sob coming out as you felt him pull you into a bear hug, cradling you against his massive torso and shushing you softly. âThat's it sweetheart, you are doing so good, taking me so perfectly⌠I told you it'd fit.â
âCon- holy fuckâŚâ You managed to squeak out through gasps, shaking like a leaf under him as your body adjusted to being so full, clinging to him for dear life. You knew he was a big ass man, of course he'd have a monster dick to go with that body of his, no wonder his ego is so massive. Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his nape. âFuck⌠okay. I'm okay. I think⌠you can move now, please.â
Giving you a shit eating grin, like the cocky bastard he is, Conquest slowly pulled his length out before driving back in. He took pride in stealing your breath, the way you clung to him so desperately, your nails digging against his invulnerable skin, it was intoxicating. His hips moved with a slow, deep rhythm, taking his sweet time stirring his cock in your warm heat. You were babbling a stream of moans while he marked your skin, kissing and sucking marks into your throat and collarbone, he wanted the whole universe to know who you belonged to.
âYeah, fuck, that's it kitten. Take my cock, have every inch of me. You're mine, mine to pleasure, mine to fill.â Conquest snarled against your skin, the rhythm shifting as he started to pick up the pace, his heavy balls hitting your ass in wet slaps while he pounded your pussy raw. Moving to grab your legs under the knees, he pushed them up towards your chest, nearly folding you in half. His eye was glued to your swollen folds, how his cock slid in and out of your clenching walls, your juices coating him in a sticky, white cream. âUghhh⌠look at you, princess. She's so hungry for my cock, isn't she? Swallowing me right upâŚâ
The sudden angle change and his filthy words made you sob in bliss, slapping your hands over your face in flustered embarrassment, heat flushing your skin like a wild fever. His cock felt like it was in your guts, punishing every sweet spot in you with his heavy thrusts, melting your brain into a puddle of mush. âYes, oh god yes-! Please baby, fuckkkk, it's so much!â The words came out before you could even think of them, flowing out with the waterfall of keening cries, the room thick with the sounds of your coupling.
That made him pick up his pace, growls of your name filling the air as he watched you start to shatter, it was the most beautiful sight. Conquest leaned in using his chest to press your knees to your chest, folding you completely, leaving you vulnerable beneath him. His free hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss, keeping his ruthless rhythm as your body locked up under his. He felt the fist tight grip of your cunt clenching down, the juices squirting out around his cock to coat his thighs, and the silent scream currently being swallowed up.
That's when he let himself go, burying balls deep in your quivering pussy with a soul shattering groan, pumping his thick, hot seed into you. For a long time Conquest stayed like that, pressed against you in the warm afterglow of his orgasm, clinging to you as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
âMnghh⌠Con, I'm gonna get a crampppâŚâ You mumbled and half-heartedly pushed his shoulders, a pointless effort considering he was as immovable as a mountain, but it was the effort that counts right? He grumbled something before sitting up, letting your legs fall back onto the bed, leaving you a sprawled, fucked out mess. Conquest couldn't help but smirk with pride at his work, you were covered in blooming hickies and a sheen of sweat, his cum leaking from your abused pussy when he pulled his limp cock out.
âOh you poor thing, I couldn't let you get a cramp now could I? That'd be cruel.â You shot him a playful glare at his comment, sighing when he scooped you up into a bridal style, carrying you off to the master bathroom. âYou're a jerk, you know that, right? You're lucky I love you, old man.â Conquest narrowed his eye at the old man insult, baring his teeth in a wolfish grin, setting you on the counter and boxing you in with his body.
âOld man? I might be old, but I'm not weak, kitten. Keep talking and I'll remind you of that fact.â You audibly gulped despite your own cheeky grin, getting a second wind of confidence, leaning in to whisper in the most bratty tone you could muster. âDon't threaten me with a good time, old man.â
You did not get that bath like planned. You ended up with your face buried in the sheets again, except this time he wasn't being Mr Romantic, it's a good thing you don't have neighbors.
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âSo, still think I'm an old man, princess?â Conquest asked smugly as he ran his fingers through your hair, soaping up your scalp as you leaned into his touch, savoring the warm water and comfort of his body cushioning yours. You blinked blearily and tilted your head back to meet his gaze, an exhausted, deadpan expression painting your sleepy features. â... Nope⌠definitely not.â Conquest cackled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, tilting your head forward so he could continue bathing you. âGood answer, kitten.â
