One Love, One Life: Ninjago Jaya Oneshots

That's My Shirt!

Edit: Wrote the make out part! Originally called Palace of Makeouts

Set during S8 at the Palace of Secrets

"Aw come on, where is it?" Jay groaned, rummaging around his backpack full of clothes. He was almost ready for bed-  having already showered and brushed his teeth- but he just couldn't find his shirt! 

"I swear I packed it." He turned the backpack upside down, its contents spilling out onto the bed. "Oh, there's that screw I was looking for!" He carefully placed it back in the bag, noting to use it for one of his inventions later.  

Jay's search got interrupted 2 quick knocks on his door. A pause. Then three more knocks. A smile lit up his face as he yelled "come in!" The door slid open and in walked his beautiful girlfriend. 

She hopped on his bed, grinning at the pile of clothes. "Looking for something?" She asked, maybe a little too slyly. 

"Yeah, my pajama shirt. I swear it's here somewhere." He frowned at some extra pajama pants he barely remembered packing. 

"I hope you don't find that shirt anytime soon."

"You know I can't sleep without one."

"That's not what you did last week," Nya singsonged. 

Jay immediately felt his face go red. "That was different and you know it." 

“Hm, what did you say?" Her finger traced up his arm, his muscles flexing beneath her touch. "Something about me being your shirt?” Jay proceeded to wack her with a shirt. 

"Help me find my shirt and maybe I'll let you do that tonight."

And she laughed. Outright laughed. Jay tried not to grind his teeth.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about me being grumpy in the morning.” 

“You… you don’t know!” she wheezed through fits of laughter. 

“Obviously you’d rather drool over my awesome bod.” He flexed for her. A blush spread across her face as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re not wrong, but if you wanna find your shirt you might wanna look at this one.” She pointed two thumbs at herself.

“Wait… you’re wearing my shirt!”  

“Took you long enough.” 

“I want it back.” He made a grab for the fabric and pulled her against him.

She placed her hand on his stomach. “I’d rather stare at your abs more.” 

“Who said I was gonna put it on?” 

“Oh, so you want both of us shirtless?” 

“It’s only fair.” 

Their lips brushed. “Then make me,” she whispered. "Make me take off your shirt." 

Jay felt any ounce of control in him snap as he shoved her against the pillows, roughly connecting their lips. Nya parted her lips in a gasp, and he wasted no time overwhelming her senses. A hand gently scraping against her scalp, a tongue ravishing her mouth. First went her ponytail. 

While Nya was distracted his hands slid down until he reached the hem of her shirt. Jay managed to slide the shirt just past her belly button, revealing her 8 pack. He took a moment to just admire her beauty. It never ceased to amaze him how strong she was underneath all the armor. 

He started to caress her abs, eliciting a groan from his girlfriend. Jay smirked as her back arched, letting her shirt fall back even further. Then her arms wrapped around his neck, yanking his flush against her. 

She bit at his earlobe. “I never said it would be that easy to take this shirt off me.” 

“Why fight it when we-” he moaned as Nya nipped at his neck, leaving teeth marks, “-both know it’s what you want?” 

“I never back down with a fight.” With an animalistic growl, she wrapped her legs around his waist and proceeded to flip them over, knocking all the air out of his lungs. 

Jay quircked an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t it be easier to take your shirt off now?” 

Her chest was still pressed firmly against his; her hands keeping a firm grip on his wrists. Jay’s face twisted into an amused frown. She really wasn’t making this easy. But knowing Nya she’d get lost in the moment and slip up eventually, no matter how much she tried to strive for perfection. 

She scoffed. “Like you can do anything with your hands pinned.” 

So when Nya dove back in for another aggressive kiss, Jay fought back with his own force. Provoking her dominant side was a dangerous mission- the equivalent of playing with a tiger- but if successful he could get what they both wanted and more. 

Right now their tongues were twisted in a fierce battle. But he felt his element buzzing underneath his skin, begging to be let out. So he directed a low voltage to his tongue and released it into her mouth. Nya jumped and retracted, letting Jay invade her mouth once more. Her moan sent vibrations to his lips, muddling Jay’s mind. What was he supposed to be doing again? Because all he could focus on was her soft, warm mouth that had a slightly minty taste and made him feel oh so good. 

The grip on his hands loosened as her mouth fell to his neck. She went in a zigzag pattern, stopping every so often to leave her mark behind. Her lips would teasingly dip below his collarbone every so often, the fabric of her shirt brushing against his nipples. 

Jay let out a long moan. His hands drifted through her hair and to the small of her back. Slipping his hands under the fabric, the shirt slowly inched up to reveal her battle worn skin. He took his time to trace some of the scars, producing shudders and a content sigh from Nya. In a change of direction he moved downwards to below her lower back and squeezed. 

She groaned. “Jay!” Nya let out. She arched her back until she was sitting straight up, straddling him. “Don’t do that!” 

“Why not?” He squeezed again, making her mewl. “I know you like it.” 

Then she smirked. Planting her hands firmly on his shoulders- which was definitely not for balance; Nya has impeccable balance- she very purposefully bounced in his lap. Jay hissed. Lightning formed at his fingertips. This time he squeezed her butt with electrified fingers. Nya’s back arched and she let out a squeal of pure delight, digging her fingers into his biceps. With Nya distracted, he pulled her shirt- his shirt- the shirt that was technically his off. Jay held the shirt in his hand like a trophy. “I win.” 

Nya grinned, flicking his nose. “Guess so, Butterfly.” 

But Jay was done messing around. He wanted to take his prize. Now. So he rolled them over, pinning her head between his forearms.  

But he had made a vast oversight as he looked down at her.

Jay gasped. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

She not so innocently shrugged. “You can’t sleep without a shirt, I can’t sleep with a bra. Now, are you going to keep staring or are you actually going to do something about it?” 

“You’re on, Tiger.” 

The shirt that started it all was forgotten under the bed, soon to be burned to ashes.