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It's been a long day.
First, it was a mission to stop some low-tier bank robbers. (Like, for what? They're not law enforcement.)
And then they got home, and dinner was a mess. Zane was supposed to cook, but he got sidetracked over a phone call with the Ninjago City Police Department.
So Cole stepped up to the plate to cook.
Kai was eager to take the plate away from him.
Kai is indeed, factually, a better cook than Cole.
That still does not make him a good cook.
...truthfully, Jay cannot say he's much better himself.
So dinner was...okay. It wasn't horrible. But it was underwhelming considering that it was Zane's night to cook. Everyone looks forward to Zane's night to cook!
Then Jay offered to shower with Nya, to try to be cute and romantic.
She declined, ready to get the day over with.
So now he finds himself in bed, staring at his incredibly beautiful, sexy wife.
He wants to make her happy.
He could try to make her very happy.
Ever so gently, he runs his hand from her waist, over her hip, stopping at her thigh.
She smirks ever so slightly. "You're being handsy."
She can see right through him.
"...sex?" he squeaks out.
She giggles. "Maybe, dunno, I'm kinda tired."
"That's okay! You don't have to do anything! I just wanna make you feel good!"
"Really now?"
She fully believes him. He's done this before. But she likes to tease him.
"Yeah! Just lay back, c'mon!"
She cracks a smile, turning on her back.
She looks up at him.
He looks down at her.
His eyes sparkle.
He leans over her, his hands on either side of her waist.
"So. Where are you starting?" she giggles.
He leans in for a gentle kiss. Just a peck on the lips.
And then he trails down to the chin, sloppy, wet.
She giggles.
Then she feels a small shock.
He's looking at her. Dead in the eye. She startled him.
"I know I'm not good at kissing," he mumbles.
"I liked that, though. Do it again."
He blinks.
Slowly, he plants his lips against her chin again.
Then another on her collarbone.
And another right between her tits.
God, he just wants to be smothered by her breasts.
He nuzzles the area, softly groaning into her skin.
He doesn't like hearing how people talk about her body in the tabloids. They always assume that because she's got big muscles and wears a lot of flat samurai armor, she has no boobs.
Then again... fewer eyes on her chest, so it's all for himself.
They're easily double Ds, and they're so round and perky because she works out.
"Pretty sure you're drooling," she snickers.
His focus snaps upwards to her face. "Yeah. Because you're pretty."
"You've seen me naked a million times."
"And?"
"It's nothing new."
"Neither's the sunset, but it's still nice to see."
With a faint snicker, he feels her hand tangling in his hair.
"You're sappy, you know that?"
"It's why you love meeee."
"Mm, it's true."
Ever so gently, she squeezes her tits against his face.
He giggles like a child getting into something they're not supposed to.
His tongue pokes out as if he's playing dead.
Death by tit suffocation. Lovely.
She rolls her eyes, toying with his hair.
And then, unceremoniously, she gasps. It's not even a sexy, moaning gasp.
Granted, Jay was rather unsexy as he swiftly popped her nipple into his mouth. No buildup. Her shirt is still covering her chest. He's just like an animal jumping for food.
He looks up at her as his movements slow, his tongue circling her nipple- ah, there goes the sexy part.
He opens his mouth, showing her just what he's doing with his tongue.
"S-stop that," she gasps. "Just suck it. And move my shirt out of the way!"
He blinks.
Painstakingly slow, he rolls the fabric upwards, his eyes locked on hers.
He closes his lips around her nipple.
But he doesn't resume sucking.
Just as quick, he opens his mouth again.
She snickers through her teeth. "Funny. C'mon."
He faintly giggles, nuzzling her tit.
He presses a kiss right below the nipple.
She can feel her heart fluttering, a mix of anticipation and just finding him downright adorable.
"Fuck, just get on with iiiiit."
And then she feels his tongue against her skin.
He softly licks up her breast, teasing as if it's a scoop of ice cream.
She can see the soft glint of his teeth, the faint fangs from the time he got pricked by a Fangpyre fang.
Sometimes, it tickles when he gets carried away with his kisses, nipping at her skin, the points of his canines poking against the flesh.
Similarly, the tip of his tongue comes to a small split. Nothing too wild, just enough that it could pass for a standard body modification.
It's funny seeing it, because if one didn't know about that incident, they'd think he just got his tongue split for the sake of aesthetics. Which is so jarring against his...everything. He couldn't stay still for something like that. He'd probably cry and scream and throw up.
He knows that she finds it cute, though.
He exaggerates the big lick that he flicks against her nipple.
Most times, he's insecure about his scars, be it the ones from the Fangpyre incident or the electrocution marks running over his skin. But in bed, he revels in it.
She likes to trace his scars and kiss them...bonus points if they line up with the constellations of his freckles.
And here he is, pulling away from her nipple, wiggling his tongue at her. The same tongue he tries to bite and hide from people outside of this room.
Gently, she laces her fingers behind his neck. "Stop teasing, you're supposed to be making me feel better."
He tilts his head, his tongue circling her nipple- ah!
She trembles as his lips lock over it.
His nails scrape across her other nipple.
He softly moans into her skin.
Fuck. Okay. He's not playing around anymore.
She lets out a breathy giggle. "O-okay, holy First Master, you meant it- ahhhh!"
He switches over to the other nipple.
His fingers still toy with the first, slick, saliva-soaked nipple.
"Mmm, good boy," she huffs, her voice fluttering.
Her eyes lock onto his hand.
His nails are nicely painted, each finger alternating between a deep, almost indigo blue, and a neon yellow.
She doesn't have the heart to point out his one chipped nail.
Shit, he keeps up with his nails more often than she does her own.
And she can just imagine where his fingers could go...
She glances at his face. His eyelashes flutter as he closes his eyes, focused on sucking her tit.
She feels something hard against her thigh.
Oh, he is getting into it, alright.
Still not removing his mouth from her flesh, he pulls himself away from her nipple, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin.
He plants a kiss on the underside of her breast.
Then another on her stomach.
And another right above her crotch as he gently tugs down her pajama pants.
He softly peels down her pajama pants.
Her panties stay in place.
She scoffs at him. "Babe..."
"What?" he asks with big, innocent eyes, trying to mask a mischievous grin.
"C'mon, tear my panties off with your teeth for all I care," she hisses.
He blinks.
Her panties are...practical. Nothing lacy. Nothing fragile. They stretch well.
He can't even do the eager thing and move them out of the way while they're still on her; they're tight and cover so much skin!
He leans in for another kiss above her waistband.
Slowly, he bites the fabric.
It's nowhere near as sexy as he wants it to be.
He looks up at her.
"Pull them down," she snickers, rolling her head to the side.
He scrambles to do just that, rolling down her tight panties.
He looks up at her face. The way she smirks at him. Taunting him.
He presses another kiss right above his prize.
Slowly, he moves downward, poking his tongue into her opening.
Her thighs immediately tighten around his head.
He lets out something between a moan and a whimper, the sound muffled by her pussy.
He moves up slightly, poking his tongue at her clit.
She gasps out.
He's making very direct eye contact with her.
His eyes flutter shut as he focuses on making her moan.
Gently, he takes the delicate nub of her clit into his mouth.
He moans against her skin, causing her to shudder.
He swears, her thighs are gonna crush him one day.
And he'll be grateful for it!
"Holy First Master," she gasps.
He's doing a good job!
His tongue licks the underside of her clit, right above the opening of the rest of her pussy.
She grinds against his face, her hand tangling in his hair as she tries to pull him even closer.
He whines, his own hips jerking against the bed.
She takes that as a sign.
Gently, she nudges him, tapping a thigh against the side of his head.
His eyes snap open.
"C'mon, get up. Let's do something that'll make both of us happy," she offers, her tone gentle, yet seductive in her intent.
He pulls away, his entire mouth and chin glossy with saliva and a faint amount of cum.
"But I was doing a really good job."
"I know you were. I also know you're hard."
His face flushes a bright red. "I'm supposed to be making you happy, though!"
"We can both be happy. Come on."
Ever so gently, she sits up, guiding him back to where she was lying down.
She pushes him onto the mattress.
His heart skips a beat as she straddles him.
He cracks an awkward smile.
Truth be told, he's not weak. He's just...on the smaller side of the team.
He has muscle. He has more muscle than Zane, at least. By no means does he lack muscle; he kinda has to have a lot of definition after all that ninja training.
Of course, Cole looks giant next to him, Cole is a master of earth.
And Kai and Nya are blacksmiths. He knows Nya downplays it, she doesn't have fire powers, it's not as easy for her, but how else does she keep making so much heavy armor in secret?!
Suffice to say, Jay may be stronger than the average civilian, but Nya is still ever so slightly stronger than him.
He likes it.
He's holding back a childish giggle as he looks up at her, her brown eyes offering an inviting sparkle.
She leans in, their faces inches away from one another.
His heart is gonna hop out of his chest.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're hot?" he whispers.
"You do. All the time."
"Because it's true."
"I can believe it. You're looking at me like you're looking at the First Spinjitzu Master."
"No! You're hotter than the First Spinjitzu Master. He's just some old guy."
She laughs, trying not to ruin the mood, pressing her lips against her knuckles.
He stares at her with reverence.
Slowly, she leans in for a kiss.
He turns his head. "Nya! I'm covered in your- your...your lady juices!"
She snorts before pressing a kiss to his mouth.
"Pretty sure you've kissed me after I sucked your dick before. Call it even."
Speaking of...his erection is pressed against her ass.
She wiggles her hips slightly.
"Someone's eager."
"No! No...I mean, yes, but take your time!"
She adjusts herself slightly, freeing his cock from his pants and shifting herself backwards so that it's pressed against her crotch, all in one swift motion. "Hand me a condom?"
Jay nods, halfheartedly reaching over and patting around the nightstand.
He grabs the whole box and hands it to her.
She giggles as she plucks a single one out of the box.
He can hardly contain himself as she puts it on him.
And then he's engulfed by her warmth.
She softly rolls her hips against his.
He grits his teeth, trying not to electrocute her.
(She doesn't have the heart to tell him that he did it anyway.)
"You're so cute," she whispers.
"No, you are."
"Mmm, thought you said I was hot."
"Y-yeah! More hot than cute! But I dunno, sometimes when your ponytail is kinda messy- oh or when the light makes your eyes look kinda dark and sparkly at the same time-"
She shuts him up with a kiss.
He softly moans into the kiss, mixing their saliva together.
He runs his hands over her back.
He whines when she pulls her mouth away.
She carefully sits up, reaching behind her back to take one of his hands.
His heart flutters as she kisses along his knuckles, gently rocking her hips.
"Nyaaa, I'm gonna-"
"Wait I'm not ready-"
He lets out a low moan.
And then there's silence.
And then she giggles.
She clenches her thighs against him.
"You came?" she teases.
"Yeeeaaaahhhhhh~"
She blows her bangs out of her face.
"I'm so turned on right now."
He pauses.
He cocks an eyebrow.
"'M s'possed to be pleasing you."
"And you are."
She bounces on top of him.
"I came. Game over," he pants, as if his soul has been sucked out.
"Thought the whole goal was to get me to cum. C'mon."
He freezes.
She's right.
He begins to thrust his hips upwards.
"I'm so sorry im so sorry imsosorry-"
"Good boy," she coos, toying with his hair.
Oh, she's definitely getting wet over this mild power trip.
"Come on, who does this dick belong to?"
"You!"
She hums in approval. "And who's the cutest, most eager, hottest man in the entire land of Ninjago?"
"I dunno- ngggghhhhhhh- probably Cole~" he gasps out.
She slams her hips against him.
"Why would I be thinking about Cole? You're right here."
He tilts his chin up, his back arching.
Holy fuck she's gonna be the end of him.
He's gonna die he's gonna die hes gonna die
She's moaning. Short, sharp gasps with every thrust.
"I think only one man can make me cum," she scoffs. "Do you really- ah- think it'd be Cole?"
He silently shakes his head. "T'ss- it's meeEEEEEEE-"
Her pace is picking up.
She's not teasing anymore.
She's practically using him like a glorified sex toy.
Suffice to say, he's fully erect and ready to go.
"Fuck," he gasps.
"Good- ahhhhh- oh First Master, you got it~" she's still trying to tease him, but it's hard when she's really into the groove of it.
He tries to thrust into her, but she's working so hard, he's pretty sure she's not even noticing.
The headboard is thumping.
He squirms, gripping her thighs.
And then she lets out a shaky gasp, slowly trailing into a rugged moan.
Her movements die down slightly.
She lets out a large huff.
"I came," she pants.
He pokes his fingers together. "So did I...again..."
She snickers. "Holy fuck. That was a good one. Thank you."
He feels mildly disoriented for a moment. "Wha? No, thank youuuu, you didn't need to...do all that...holy fuck," holy fuck he's out of breath.
With a deep exhale, she removes herself from his cock.
You'd almost think there was no condom between them, she cummed so much, her pussy drooling all over his dick.
Speaking of the condom...yeah, that's pretty full.
"C'mon, let's get cleaned up," she weakly laughs, peeling the rubber off of her husband's penis.
"Shower together?" he shyly suggests.
"Yes," she answers, exasperated. "Yes we can."
He rolls out of bed after her.
The two of them try to keep quiet as they make their way down the hallway to the bathroom, shushing giggles.
Once they're locked in the bathroom, they stare at each other.
Jay throws his arms around Nya's shoulders.
He starts a small makeout session, their tongues tangling, the taste being sweet and saccharine.
When she pulls away, his mouth still follows for a moment before he realizes that she's stopping, his head tilted, kissing the air.
He opens his eyes, looking up at her in confusion.
"I should get the water started," she whispers.
"Right. The shower."
The shower.
Right.
He can't take his eyes off her backside as she turns on the water.
Does she stare at him the same way when he does stuff?
Nah, probably not, his ass isn't as nice as hers.
He thinks.
Hm.
He glances over his shoulder, glancing down at his rear, then glancing at it in the mirror.
Well. He has more of an ass than Zane. Does that count for anything?
(Granted, he knows that Zane's body has a tendency to appeal to Pixal's desires, to put it lightly. A robot does not need tits. Pixal's flat chest showcases such a fact just fine. But Zane has quite the defined robo-rack. Huh. Why hasn't Pixal given Zane a bubble butt yet?)
Well! His butt isn't as nice as Kai's or Cole's, but at least it's better than Zane's!
Even if there's a nasty scar of mottled pink and green right at the base of his spine...he's still not sure if the serpentine tail disintegrated or if it jammed itself back into his spine in some horrible mutation.
And the freckles scattered across his body aren't doing many favors.
And the electrocution scars...
"Checking yourself out?" Nya teases, causing him to jump.
"Uh! Yeah! Yeah? Uhm. This is gonna sound silly," his tone drops to a shy whisper.
"I'm always checking you out but uh...do you ever check me out?"
"We're married."
"I know! I know. I just...you're a goddess, and I'm some little thing you found at the bottom of your shoe, y'know?"
"Well, I like my men pathetic," she snickers.
He looks down at the tile.
Steam is beginning to stack and tumble out from the shower.
"I'm out of your league," he squeaks.
She reaches for his hands.
"How so? I think we're on pretty even footing. We both like to tinker. We're both elemental masters. We're both ninjas-"
"Nooo, you're kind of a samurai too. And you have skills that aren't related to your element. Also, you didn't grow up in a junkyard."
"I was raised by my brother. Sure as fuck wouldn't call that a life of luxury."
He blinks.
"I'm just as human as you are," she murmurs, tilting his chin upwards, making their eyes level with each other. "I just panic less."
"Yeah! And that's why you're cooler than-"
His eyes open wide as she pulls him into a kiss.
His hands make their way to her waist.
She likes it when he holds her, even if it's only a little bit. She always tries to shield him and fight for him...but she likes to be protected too.
She pulls away and softly tugs him towards the tub.
Her eyes trace his freckles.
He must've been outside a lot lately. She's noticed how they fade a bit in the winter, when he's outside less, and his tan skin lightens just a tad. Certainly paler, but not as pale as the people from the west side of the continent.
But the sun is out more these days. And he's been spending some time at his parents' junkyard, rummaging around outside.
She always thinks he's kinda pale, but then he stands next to someone like Dareth, and Dareth ends up looking like a sheet of paper.
Her fingers start tracing the freckles on his shoulders.
His shoulders rise up to his ears. "You act like they're new."
"They're pretty. What can I say?"
"No, you're pretty," he giggles, pulling her close.
He softly buries his face in her chest, kissing a near-invisible scar in her cleavage. A stain from the Tiger Widow venom.
The only reminder of that timeline left.
Although sometimes his eye does still twitch as if it's swelling shut again...only for it to go away after a second.
"Mm, you know why we don't do shower sex," she huffs, her voice fluttery.
He pecks a kiss on a mole on her left tit. "I know, I know..."
Neither of their powers mix well with shower sex.
The single time they tried...well, she had fun, holding him down with tendrils of water. And he certainly enjoyed it, pouting and pretending that he didn't want to be held down, yet he'd grow disappointed when she'd back away, truly concerned with consent.
But then orgasms hit and uh...well, she couldn't focus on holding the water's form anymore...and he choked on the shower water...and then he's not sure if it was the panic or the orgasm, but an electric current shot through the water- turns out Nya doesn't mind the pain of lovebites, but not the pain of being electrocuted! Who would've thought!
Fun times.
He softly nudges him away, peeling him off of her body as he kisses the scar of a gnash on her shoulder.
She pulls his hand to her face.
She kisses the green scar on the palm of his hand.
And a big electrocution mark on his shoulder.
And a kiss on his cheek for good measure.
He's always bothered by how the electrocution scar on his face doesn't line up with his eyebrow notch.
"Okay I need to start scrubbing before I shock you or you drown me, you know how it is-" he rambles as he brings the washcloth to her back.
She rests her head on his shoulder.
Sometimes, it's awkward. They're roughly the same height as one another, somewhere around 5'5. Shoes may change that sometimes. Sometimes he has to lean down an inch or two, sometimes she has to lean down an inch or two. (Not that he minds looking up at her...)
But this is pure. Even footing.
He runs his hand through her hair, brushing out faint tangles.
Whenever she wants a haircut, she just takes kitchen scissors to it. Just a million little blunt cut sections. She makes it work, though. He's not sure how she manages to keep it so orderly yet chaotic at the same time-
"Nhhgg, don't do that," she groans into his neck, her fingers twitching against his opposite shoulder.
He pauses.
Oh yeah. Maybe don't stick static-y fingers into wet hair.
She pulls away and grabs the towel from him.
She scrubs his bicep, feeling the lean muscles of his arms.
She rolls her eyes when he downplays his physical strength. Yeah, she's stronger, but a trained ninja is still a trained ninja, she's seen him toss grown men around just as well as she can.
She runs the towel down his arm.
With a giggle, she scrubs his hip.
He takes the towel back and takes a knee...to wash her knee.
The towel swaps hands several times, giggles and snickers shared.
When Nya turns off the water, they're both a giggling mess.
Some things just never get old.
He dresses her. (He maybeee had her put on his shirt. Some part of him wants to say it's just an attractive thought for her to wear his clothes, because between her muscles and her tits, she can't really steal his hoodies. Another part of him laughs at the silly, smiley-faced block man being stretched across her tits. It should be sexy, but he can't stop giggling at the way the shirt's graphic is warped.)
She dresses him in return. (She always forgets that shirts meant to look baggy on her are still baggy on him.)
They sneak away back to their bedroom. (Well, Nya's room, actually.)
She pulls him back onto the bed.
He worms his way under the comforter.
She wraps her arms around him.
"You did make me feel better, by the way," she whispers.
He smiles, wide and smug. "So I did good?"
She snorts. "More than good."
He presses his face into her chest, being the smaller spoon, nuzzling close.
Sleep eventually claimed her as she toyed with his curls.
She doesn't say it much. As clumsy as he can be with words, at least he can pour his heart out. Sometimes, she fears being too blunt, even when it's a good sentiment that she's sharing.
Saying it feels awkward. Like she should add more to it.
And the only time she ever said it, he wasn't around to hear.
But she's pretty sure he can feel it, lying right here together, his ear to her heart.
She loves him.