/soy/ - Soyjaks

Imagine play wrestling with Jax, losing the match when he wraps his long legs under your arms and pulls your face into his crotch; forcing you to huff in his scent while he's blissfully unaware of the situation he placed you both into.
>HAH! I finally caught you~!
He'd grin, tightening his leg lock as if you'd try and wiggle out before he's done gloating.
>Don't be too glum! Losing is an inevitability when you're up against me~
Laying back on the bed, he'd pull you down with him, face still nestled into his warmth. Unable to speak against his treatment with your lips up against it, if you even would. He'd crane his neck to look at you.
>Are you even going to wiggle out? I'm staring to thi-
And with a jolt he'd finally realize the indignity he had subjected you to. Disengaging his legs from the position they held on your back. Skittering away to the other end of the bed a blushing mess. As if he wasn't the perpetrator that left you a limp entity with a brain filled of him. Floating off on cloud 9 while he's terrified that he somehow suffocated you despite the workings of the circus.