𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𓂃۶ৎ
𝑱𝒂𝒚 𝒁 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒚/𝒏
synopsis: jay takes y/n on a date…. where things get a bit nasty in the restaurant.
sorry guys…. i’m still sick editing lord…. WE GONE PUBLISH THESE ONESHOTS THO! enjoy!!!
the hostess led them through the heavy oak doors of noir. the whole restaurant was empty except for them. jay had rented it out for the night, every table cleared but theirs, the chandeliers dimmed low so the light caught on the crystal glasses and the deep red velvet booths.
soft jazz played from hidden speakers, just loud enough to cover the sound of their footsteps on the marble floor.
y/n walked ahead of him a little, hips swaying in that black dress that hugged every curve she owned. she could feel his eyes on her the whole way.
when they reached the table in the center of the room, she turned and gave him a slow smile, one eyebrow raised like she already had him figured out.
“you really shut the whole place down just for us?” she asked, her voice smooth and teasing. “or you just scared somebody else might steal my attention?”
jay chuckled low, pulling her chair out for her himself instead of waiting for the waiter. his hand brushed the small of her back as she sat.
“maybe both,” he said. “figured if i got you all to myself, you couldn’t run off with some other nigga talking slick.”
she laughed, sitting down. crossing her legs so the slit in her dress showed a lil of her smooth brown thigh.
“you think you that special already? first date and you renting out restaurants. boy, you moving fast.”
he took his seat across from her. the table was small enough that their knees could touch if they wanted.
a waiter appeared quietly, poured water into their glasses, and disappeared again without a word.
“fast is the only speed i know when something looks this good,” he said, his voice dropping.
he reached across the table and let his fingers trace the back of her hand, slow circles that made her skin warm.
“you been teasing me all week in them texts. now you sitting here acting shy?”
y/n tilted her head, biting her bottom lip just enough to make him watch.
“who said i was shy? maybe i just like watching you work for it.”
she shifted in her seat, letting her foot slide against his leg under the table, pressing just enough pressure to let him know she wasn’t playing.
“besides, you the one who cleared out a whole restaurant. what you trying to prove, hov?”
he smirked. his hand moved from hers to her wrist then up her arm, his thumb stroking the soft inside of her elbow.
“i’m trying to prove i can handle whatever mouth you got on you tonight. you talk a lot of shit for somebody who ain’t been touched yet.”
the waiter came back with the first course, some fancy appetizer that smelled like truffle and butter. he set the plates down silently and left again. y/n picked up her fork but didn’t eat right away.
instead, she leaned in closer, her voice low.
“you think you ready for all this? big girl like me might wear your ass out before the entrees even hit the table.”
jay leaned in too, close enough that she could smell his cologne. his hand slipped under the table and found her knee, sliding up slow, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her thigh.
“you keep talking like that and i’m gone bend you over this table before they bring the main course,” he murmured right against her ear, his breath hot. “have you creaming all over my fingers while the waiters pretend they don’t hear you moaning my name. you want that?”
her breath caught but she didn’t pull away. instead, she turned her head just enough so her lips brushed his jaw.
“you wild. we ain’t even finished the appetizers and you already talking about bending me over. greedy ass.”
but her legs parted just a little under the table, letting his hand slide higher. his fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing the lace, pressing against the warmth there without going further yet.
she bit her lip harder, trying to keep her face cool while the waiter passed by again, refilling water like nothing was happening.
“look at you,” jay whispered, his voice rough now, his lips grazing her earlobe. “sitting here all thick and pretty, acting like you ain’t soaked already. i can feel how hot you are through this panties. you been thinking about this dick all week, haven’t you?”
y/n let out a soft breath, her hand covering his under the table, not stopping him but guiding him a little, pressing his fingers firmer against her.
“maybe,” she admitted. “maybe i been wondering how you’d feel stretching me out. you talk big game, shawn. hope you can back it up.”
he groaned low in his throat. his middle finger slipped under the lace, finding her slick folds and rubbing slow circles around her clit. she gasped quietly, her thighs trembling as she tried to keep still.
the jazz music covered most of it but she knew the waiters could see if they looked. they didn’t.
“that’s it,” he murmured, kissing the side of her neck softly while his finger kept working. “keep that pretty mouth running. tell me how you want it. you want me to finger this pussy right here till you cum on my hand? or you want me to wait till we get in the car and i eat it in the backseat like i been dying to?”
she gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles tight, trying not to moan out loud. her hips rolled just a little against his hand, chasing the pressure.
“you nasty,” she whispered, but her voice cracked with want. “eating me out in the car on the first date? what kind of man are you?”
“the kind that sees something he wants and takes it,” he said, adding a second finger, sliding them inside her slow and deep. she was so wet.
“and right now i want to feel this tight pussy clenching around my fingers while you try not to scream. you gone be good for me tonight, y/n? or you gone make me chase it?”
her head fell back a little, her eyes half closed. the waiter brought the next course, some seared scallop thing, and she managed a shaky “thank you” while jay’s fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her toes curl in her heels.
the waiter nodded politely and walked away without blinking.
“fuck,” she breathed once they were alone again. “you really doing this right here. my legs shaking already and we ain’t even had the steak yet.”
jay laughed softly. he pulled his fingers out just enough to rub her clit again, faster this time, then slid them back in.
“steak can wait. i want to watch you fall apart first. look at me.”
she forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze across the small table.
he kept his pace steady, his thumb brushing her clit while two fingers fucked her slow and deliberate.
her mouth fell open.
“that’s my girl,” he whispered. “let it build. don’t fight it. i can feel you getting wetter. you love this shit, don’t you? love knowing them waiters know exactly what i’m doing to you under this table but they can’t say shit.”
she nodded, biting her lip hard.
“yeah… shit, jay. right there. don’t stop.”
he didn’t. he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear again.
“when i get you out of here, i’m gone have you on your knees in the back of that maybach. gonna feed you this dick till you choking on it, tears running down that pretty face then i’m gone bend you over the seat and fuck you so deep you feel me for days. you want that? want me to ruin this pussy on the first night?”
her walls clenched around his fingers at his words. she was close already, the pressure building hot and fast in her.
“yes,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “want it so bad. been thinking about how you’d feel inside me. how big you are. how you’d stretch me.”
jay groaned again, pressing his forehead to hers for a second. his fingers sped up, curling just right, his thumb relentless on her clit.
“good girl. cum for me then. right here. let me feel it.”
she tried to stay quiet but a soft whimper escaped as the orgasm hit her hard.
her thighs shook, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, soaking his hand and the lace of her panties.
she gripped the tablecloth, her eyes locked on his while she rode it out, her breath coming in short pants.
jay kept moving his fingers through it, drawing it out until she was twitching and sensitive.
only then did he slowly pull out, bringing his hand up above the table like nothing happened. he licked his fingers clean right there, his eyes never leaving hers, a wicked smile on his lips.
“tastes even better than i imagined,” he said casually, picking up his fork like they were just having normal dinner conversation. “now eat your food before it gets cold. we got all night.”
y/n’s cheeks were flushed, her legs still trembling under the table. she picked up her own fork with shaky hands, trying to catch her breath.
“you really something else,” she muttered, but she was smiling, that teasing glint back in her eyes. “making me cum before the salad course. what you gone do for dessert?”
he chuckled, cutting into his appetizer.
“dessert is you.”
she shook her head, laughing softly even as heat pooled low in her belly again.
“you talk so nasty. i like it though. keeps a girl on her toes.”
they ate like that for a while, the tension thick between them. every few minutes his hand would find her thigh again or he’d lean over and whisper something filthier in her ear.
how he was gonna suck on her tits till they were sore. how he wanted to watch her ass bounce while she took every inch. how he bet she looked pretty when she was crying from how good the dick felt.
y/n gave it right back, teasing him about how she hoped he could last long. how she was gonna make him moan her name instead of the other way around.
the waiters kept coming and going, silent and professional, bringing course after course.
through it all, jay kept touching her, building her up again slowly, his fingers teasing under her dress between bites.
by the time the last plate was cleared, she was aching for more. her panties were ruined, her thighs sticky. she leaned across the table, her voice husky.
“you gonna take me home now or what? cause if you keep playing, i might just climb in your lap right here.”
jay’s eyes flashed. he signaled for the check even though he’d already paid for everything.
“car’s waiting outside but first…”
he stood up, offering his hand. when she took it, he pulled her close, his body pressing against hers so she could feel how hard he was through his slacks.
“give me one more before we leave.”
right there in the middle of the restaurant, he backed her against the edge of the table.
his hand slid back under her dress, his fingers finding her soaked pussy again. this time he didn’t tease. he fingered her fast and deep, his mouth on her neck, sucking lightly so it wouldn’t leave a mark but still made her whimper.
“cum again for me,” he growled in her ear. “want to feel you dripping down my hand one more time before i get you in that car and fuck you proper.”
she clung to his shoulders, her hips grinding against his hand, moaning softly into his chest. it didn’t take long. the second orgasm hit her harder than the first,
her legs buckling as she came with a choked cry. jay held her up, kissing her temple while she shook.
“good girl,” he murmured. “now let’s go. i got plans for that pretty ass all night.”
he helped her straighten her dress then led her out of noir with his hand on her lower back. the maybach was at the curb, the driver looking away.
jay opened the door for her, and as she slid in, he leaned down.
“buckle up, baby. tonight i’m showing you exactly why they call me the best.”
the door closed behind them and the car pulled away into the night.
inside, his hands were already on her again, pulling her closer, his lips finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
she broke the kiss first, breathing hard, her hand sliding down to palm him through his pants.
“you better deliver, jay. i been waiting too long for this.”
he grinned against her mouth, his fingers already hiking her dress up.
“oh i will. trust that.”
the partition was up, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. jay pulled her into his lap, his hands gripping her ass, squeezing it as he kissed her neck again.
“take these panties off,” he ordered quietly. “i want you bare for the ride home.”
y/n did. she settled back on his lap, feeling his hard dick pressing up against her through his slacks. she rocked against him slow, teasing, feeling him throb.
“you feel that?” he whispered, his hands guiding her hips. “that’s all for you. been hard since i saw you walk in that dress. gone fill you up so good.”
she moaned softly, grinding down harder.
“then stop talking and do it. i want to feel you inside me right now.”
jay laughed low but his hands moved quick, unzipping his pants and freeing his dick. he rubbed it against her wet folds, teasing her entrance.
“you sure? right here in the car?”
“yes,” she breathed, sinking down slowly. the stretch burned so good she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “fuck… jay… so big.”
he groaned, his head falling back against the seat. his hands gripped her hips tight, helping her move.
“that’s it. take all of it. ride this dick just like that.”
the car moved through traffic but inside it felt like their own world. y/n rolled her hips, taking him deep. jay watched her, one hand sliding up to squeeze her tit through the dress, his thumb brushing the nipple until it hardened.
“look at you,” he said, his voice strained. “so fucking pretty taking this dick. bounce on it harder, baby. let me feel that ass clap.”
she did, riding him faster, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the backseat. her moans got louder and desperate. jay met her thrusts, fucking up into her, hitting deep every time.
“gonna cum again,” she warned, her walls fluttering around him.
“do it,” he growled. “cum all over this dick. then i’m taking you home and fucking you in every room till the sun comes up.”
she came hard, crying out his name as her body shook. jay followed soon after, groaning as he spilled inside her, holding her down so she took every drop.
they stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavy, their foreheads pressed together. then jay kissed her slow and deep.
“best first date i ever had,” he murmured.
y/n smiled, still full of him, her body buzzing.
“better be the first of many. cause i ain’t done with you yet.”
Well, thank you 😗
