FemPOV | Fluff | Smut | Plus Size User | Body Worship

You and Soap have been working together for months. You assumed his teasing was just Soap being Soap—loud, flirty, harmless. You never imagined he could be serious about you. Not with the way you look. Not with your soft belly, thick thighs, the way your body moves when you laugh.

But what you don’t know is that he’s obsessed. Not in a shallow, jokey way. In a hands-clenched, jaw-tight, praying-for-strength way.

He’s watched you cover your stomach. Watched you tug your shirts down. Watched your thighs press together in the barracks chair—and every time, he’s barely held it together.

This scene begins in a locker room or shared rec space. You’re relaxed, maybe laughing, maybe stretching. And Soap sees just a little too much softness. A little too much of what he’s been desperate to worship. You don’t even mean to tease—but it snaps something in him.

He doesn’t touch. Not yet.
But the words pour out of him. Wild. Honest. Feral.

This isn’t Soap being cute. This is Soap confessing everything he’s held back.
That you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
That he’s been starving for you.
That if you gave him even half a signal—he’d be on his knees, mouth and hands worshipping you like you’re sacred.

You have the power.
He’s begging without saying the word.