One Love, One Life: Ninjago Jaya Oneshots

On Skates

Jay wasn't expecting Nya to shove him back into the bathroom as he was leaving. And he definitely wasn't expecting her to shove him against the counter. His hands gripped the back of the counter to prevent him from falling.

"Uh, hi?" He nervously glanced up at her towering over him. Jay assumed her rollerblades were taller than his skates. A smirk decorated her face.

She traced his jaw. "Enjoying your birthday?" Her finger slid under the string of his party hat, brushing it to the side as she combed her fingers through his hair.

"Y-yeah, this roller rink has been fun." He could feel her warm breath on his face; her eyes lingering on his lips.

"It's about to get a whole lot better." Then she captured his lips between hers, making it clear from the start who was in charge. Her hand tangled in his hair tugged his head to the side so she could have better access. Her tongue traced his lips then his teeth, coaxing him to open his mouth. Jay could've sworn he felt a zing when their tongues met, giving him an idea. Placing his hands on her hips, he electrified his tongue. Nya moaned before pulling back.

"Ah ah ah," Nya chided when Jay tried spinning them around- a weak attempt of taking back control which resulted in his hands being pinned behind his back.

"It's your birthday. Let me focus on pleasing you." Her hands slipped under his shirt, taking the time to feel Jay's abs before shoving him on the counter. "Just sit back and relax." She licked the shell of his ear. "And enjoy yourself," Nya whispered, sending shudders down Jay's body. Sometimes it was best to do exactly what Nya says, and this was definitely one of those times.

Nipping his ear, she started sending her kisses down by his jaw and underneath his chin. Jay moaned as her attack on his neck was relentless. Her lips left no bare skin untouched. As Nya's tongue drug from his pulse to above his collarbone he tried not to squirm, letting out another loud moan. Nya started to suck, her tongue flicking out every so often. He hissed as she used her teeth, sending pleasurable pain from his head to his toes. Then she blew on the sore spot, and Jay's knees clamped around her thighs. "Nya-a," he whined.

Nya leaned back a bit, admiring her handiwork. Her hands rested on his thighs; her face with that signature smirk. "Like your birthday present?"

"God yes." Jay panted. "I don't think I'm gonna forget this birthday party anytime soon."

"Good," she smirked. "That's the point." She kissed his forehead.

"Speaking of the party, we should probably get back before the others notice we're gone."

Nya's fingers tugged at his waistband. She looked up at him with a devilish grin. "Oh, we're not done here."