SXD: NSFW First Night

The night air of Vale carried a quiet chill, the kind that made the streets shimmer beneath the city lights. The last of the shops were closing, their golden signs dimming one by one, but the hum of nightlife still lingered, laughter from a distant café, the clinking of glass, the whisper of the wind weaving between the buildings.

Weiss and Issei walked side by side along the cobblestone street, their joined hands swaying slightly between them. The night had been perfect, dinner at a small modest diner, quiet moments under the trees as they spent time at a park, and that easy laughter that only came when both forgot about the world beyond each other. And now, as they walked, a faint silence began to bloom between them. 

Weiss’s heart beat faster with every step. She could feel the warmth of his hand, the faint roughness of his calloused fingers against her delicate skin. Her mind ran in circles. ‘What am I doing? This is ridiculous.  I love him but am I ready?’ She could still hear her own voice earlier, quiet and sure. ‘But I don’t want the night to end.’

Issei, meanwhile, tried very hard to play it cool. But his heart was pounding so loudly he was sure even Weiss could hear it. ‘Holy crap. This is really happening. We’re actually doing this. Stay calm. You’ve fought Grimm and you can handle this.’

They stopped in front of the hotel. It wasn’t extravagant, just a quiet, elegant building tucked between two cafés, its windows glowing a soft amber. Weiss liked that. It felt… private. Safe.

Issei looked up at the sign, then back at her. “You sure?” he asked softly, voice uncharacteristically uncertain. “We don’t have to—”

Weiss cut him off with a small shake of her head, her cheeks already warm. “I’m sure.” Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer weight of what this moment meant. “I… I want this, Issei.”

For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then he smiled, gentle, earnest, the kind of smile that always made her chest tighten and squeezed her hand. “Okay.”

They stepped inside together.

The lobby was quiet, lit by soft lanterns and perfumed faintly with lavender. A few guests sat reading by the fireplace, the low crackle of embers filling the silence. The receptionist looked up and smiled politely. Weiss, cheeks still pink, approached the counter with the kind of composure she had spent years perfecting — though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

“One room, please,” she said.

The woman nodded, sliding a form across the counter. Weiss quickly filled it out while Issei stood awkwardly beside her, trying not to fidget under the clerk’s knowing look. When they were handed the key, Weiss murmured a quick “thank you” and turned toward the elevator.

The soft chime of the lift echoed through the empty hall as they stepped inside. The silence between them was heavy now, electric. Weiss could feel her pulse in her throat, in her fingertips. Issei kept glancing sideways at her, wanting to say something, anything, but every time he opened his mouth, the words just died.

When the elevator doors slid open, Weiss stepped out first. The hallway was dim, lined with soft carpeting that muffled their footsteps. Their door wasn’t far.

Weiss stopped before it, the key trembling just slightly in her fingers. She felt him standing behind her, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body. Her breath caught. ‘Calm down, Weiss. You are not going to let your nerves ruin this’.

Issei tilted his head. “Hey,” he said softly, “we can still just… talk. We don’t have to rush anything.”

Weiss turned her head toward him. His expression wasn’t teasing, just a gentle, steady look, like he meant it. That warmth she loved so much flickered in his eyes, and suddenly all her fear melted into something else.

She smiled faintly. “You’re impossible sometimes.” And then she unlocked the door.

The room beyond was warm and quiet. A single lamp glowed softly beside a large, neatly made bed. Cream-colored curtains fluttered gently in the night breeze from a half-open window. It wasn’t extravagant, but it felt intimate.

Weiss stepped inside first, closing the door softly behind them. The click of the lock sounded louder than it should have.

For a long moment, they simply stood there. Neither spoke. Neither moved.

Then Issei laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh… didn’t think I’d ever be nervous about being in a room with you.”

Weiss turned to him, arms folded, her cheeks still flushed. “And why would you be nervous now?”

He chuckled. “Because, uh… it feels different.”

Her heart fluttered and she hated that it did. “You’re such a fool.”

“Yeah,” He said quietly, stepping closer, “but I’m your fool.”

The words made her freeze. Then, before she could think, she reached up and kissed him.

It wasn’t like their other kisses. This one was deeper, hungrier, full of everything they hadn’t said all night. His hands found her waist, pulling her close; hers gripped the front of his shirt, fingers trembling.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless. Weiss’s face was flushed scarlet, her chest rising and falling quickly. “You… really don’t know when to stop talking,” She whispered.

Issei smiled faintly, brushing his thumb against her cheek. “If I did, you’d probably miss it.”

She rolled her eyes, but the fondness in her expression betrayed her. Slowly, she let her arms slide around his neck, resting her forehead against his. “Just… don’t make me regret this, alright?”

“You won’t,” he murmured, his voice low and sure.

Weiss's heart pounded in her chest as Issei's lips crashed against hers. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hands trembling slightly as they slid up her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Their kiss deepened, tongues tentatively exploring each other with a mix of urgency and hesitation. Weiss's fingers fumbled with the buttons of Issei's shirt, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she exposed inch after inch of his toned chest.

Issei wasn't much better, his breath hitching when he tugged at the zipper of her dress, the fabric whispering down her shoulders to pool at her feet. Underneath, she wore simple white lace erotic panties and a matching bra, the way his eyes darkened with desire made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

'Issei...' She whispered against his mouth, her voice shaky with nerves. “I'm... I'm a little scared.”

He paused, cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing her flushed cheek. “Honestly me too, Weiss. But I love you. We can go slow, okay? Whatever you need.” His words were sincere, easing some of the tension coiled in her stomach, though the passion in his gaze promised he wouldn't hold back for long.

With renewed determination, Issei shrugged off his shirt, then worked on his belt, the clink of the buckle echoing in the quiet room. Weiss helped him push his pants down, her hands brushing against the bulge straining against his boxers. She gasped softly at the feel of him, hard and insistent, and a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her. But curiosity won out, and she traced her fingers along the outline, feeling him twitch under her touch.

Issei groaned, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. It fell away, revealing her small, pert breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air. He stared for a moment, mesmerized, before leaning down to capture one in his mouth. Weiss arched into him, a whimper escaping her lips as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sucking gently. The sensation shot straight to her core, making her thighs clench together.

They stumbled toward the bed, shedding the last of their clothes along the way. Issei's boxers hit the floor, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Weiss's eyes widened, a mix of awe and apprehension flickering across her face. She stepped out of her panties, baring her smooth pussy, already slick with arousal despite her nerves.

He guided her down onto the mattress, their bodies pressing together skin to skin. Issei's erection nudged against her thigh, hot and heavy, as he kissed her neck, trailing bites and licks down to her collarbone. 

“You feel so good.”' He murmured, his hand sliding between her legs. His fingers parted her folds, finding her clit with surprising gentleness for someone so eager. He rubbed slow circles, watching her face for every reaction.

Weiss moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily. “Ah... Issei, that... that feels…” She couldn't finish, embarrassment flooding her as wetness coated his fingers. But he didn't stop, dipping one finger inside her, then two, stretching her carefully. She was tight, untouched before, and the slight burn made her bite her lip.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He said, his voice rough with restraint. He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Weiss clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure built, chasing away the last of her shyness.

When she was panting and writhing beneath him, Issei withdrew his hand, positioning himself at her entrance. His cockhead pressed against her pussy, slick and ready. “Ready?” He asked, eyes locked on hers.

She nodded, whispering, “Yes... please.”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. Weiss tensed, a sharp gasp escaping as he breached her virginity, the stretch intense but not unbearable. “Oh god, you're so tight.” Issei breathed, holding still once he was fully seated, giving her time to adjust, fighting the urge to continue to start pumping.

Tears pricked at her eyes from the mix of pain and overwhelming fullness, but she wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. “Move... it's okay.”

Issei began to thrust, shallow at first, building a rhythm that had them both moaning. The bed creaked under them, the room filling with the wet sounds of their bodies joining. Weiss's embarrassment faded into pure bliss as he hit deeper, his cock rubbing against her walls in ways that made her see white. She met his thrusts, her hands roaming his back, feeling the muscles flex.

“Weiss... fuck, I love you.” He panted, speeding up, his balls slapping against her ass with each plunge. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him as her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure making her tremble.

Issei followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a guttural groan, hot cum flooding her core. They collapsed together, sweaty and spent, his weight a comforting blanket as they caught their breath.

In the afterglow, Weiss traced lazy patterns on his chest, a shy smile on her lips. “That was... amazing.”

Issei lay there beside Weiss, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, the aftershocks of his release still tingling through his body. His cock softened slightly inside her, but the warmth of her pussy gripping him kept him half-hard, reluctant to pull out just yet. Sweat glistened on his skin, and he pressed a lazy kiss to her shoulder, murmuring, “That was incredible, Weiss. You okay?

Weiss shifted beneath him, her body still humming from the orgasm that had ripped through her. The initial soreness between her legs was fading, replaced by a growing ache, a hungry need that surprised even her. She felt bold now, the embarrassment from moments ago dissolving into something raw and demanding. Her hands roamed down his back, nails scraping lightly as she clenched her inner muscles around his cock, making him twitch. 

“I'm more than okay,” She whispered, her voice husky, a smirk playing on her lips. “But I want more, Issei. Fuck me harder this time. Don't hold back.”

His eyes widened at her words, the vulgar edge to them catching him off guard. The sweet, rich  girl he knew was gone, replaced by this confident version urging him on. It stirred him instantly, blood rushing back to his cock as it swelled inside her slick heat. “Weiss... you sure?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her flushed face.

She nodded eagerly, her hips rolling up to meet him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. “Yes, damn it. I want you to pound my pussy. Make me scream.” The words tumbled out, surprising her own ears, but they felt right, liberating. She reached down, grabbing his ass to pull him deeper, her breath quickening.

Issei groaned, the command in her voice igniting his desire all over again. He pulled out slowly, his cock slick with their mixed fluids, then slammed back in with a forceful thrust that made her gasp. “Like that?” He growled, starting a rougher rhythm, his hips snapping against hers. The bedframe rattled, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin.

“Fuck yes,” Weiss moaned, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, heels digging into his back. “Faster, Issei. Ram that cock into me. I need it rough.” Her vulgarity spurred him on, and she loved the power of it, the way his face contorted with lust as he obeyed. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up to his chest, nipples scraping against his skin with every brutal plunge.

He braced one hand on the headboard, the other gripping her thigh to spread her wider, allowing him to drive deeper. His balls continued to smack against her ass, the pace relentless now, each thrust stretching her pussy around his thickening shaft. “You're so fucking wet.” He panted, sweat dripping from his brow onto her collarbone. “Taking me like this... god, Weiss.”

She clawed at his shoulders, leaving red marks, her moans turning into cries. “Harder! Don't stop and fuck my tight little cunt until I cum all over your dick.” The words poured from her, filthy and unfiltered, heightening the pleasure coiling in her belly. Her pussy fluttered around him, the friction building to an intense burn that had her teetering on the edge.

Issei lost himself in the moment, his recovering body responding with renewed vigor. He pounded into her without mercy, the room echoing with their grunts and the obscene squelch of her arousal coating his cock. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as he angled his hips to hit her g-spot with every stroke.

Weiss broke the kiss with a sharp cry, her body seizing as the orgasm hit her hard. “Oh yes—I'm cumming!” Her walls clamped down on him like a vice, milking his cock as waves of ecstasy pulsed through her, juices gushing out to soak the sheets. She trembled violently, nails raking down his arms.

The sensation pushed Issei over the brink again. “Fuck, Weiss, I’m gonna fill you up.” He grunted, thrusting deep one last time before erupting. Hot spurts of cum flooded her pussy, mixing with her wetness as he rode out his release, hips jerking erratically.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, both gasping for air. Issei rolled off her but kept her close, his hand stroking her side soothingly. Weiss turned to him, a satisfied grin on her face, the vulgar fire in her eyes simmering down to a warm glow. “That was even better,” She said softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

The room was quiet now, the faint hum of the city below filtering through the curtains. The lamp on the nightstand had long since dimmed, leaving only the soft amber glow that brushed across tangled sheets and the two figures resting beneath them.

Weiss lay nestled against Issei’s chest, her head rising and falling with the rhythm of his breath. The air still carried traces of warmth, a silence filled with steady heartbeats and the whisper of fabric shifting whenever one of them moved.

For the first time that night, neither of them felt the need to speak. Their hands found each other naturally, fingers brushing before locking together. Weiss’s face still burned from the memory of moments earlier, every touch and breath, but when she lifted her gaze to meet his, embarrassment gave way to quiet contentment.

“…This was… nice,” She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Issei chuckled softly, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. More than nice.” His eyes softened as he looked down at her. “You really surprised me, Weiss. Didn’t think you’d—uh, get that into it. We really made a mess.”

Her cheeks went pink instantly. “Must you ruin the moment?” She huffed, burying her face against his shoulder. “And now that you mention it… I feel terrible for the cleaning staff.”

Issei blinked, confused for a second before laughter rumbled quietly in his chest. “You’re thinking about that right now?”

“It’s common courtesy,” She muttered, flustered but smiling all the same.

“Don’t worry,” he said gently, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “We’ll just leave a good tip.”

Weiss groaned into his chest. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he said with a grin, pressing a light kiss to her hair, “but you still love me.”

That earned him a muffled, “Don’t push your luck.” But she didn’t move away. In fact, she snuggled in closer, her breath steadying as exhaustion finally began to settle over them both.

The world beyond their small room faded—no noise, no expectations, no duties waiting at Beacon. Just warmth, comfort, and the soft rise and fall of shared breathing.

Issei felt her relax completely, her weight resting against him as sleep began to claim her. He smiled faintly, whispering something she was already too far gone to hear. “Goodnight, Weiss.”

She stirred only slightly, her fingers tightening in his.

And soon, wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted into peaceful sleep—two hearts beating quietly in rhythm beneath the soft Vale moonlight.

Sorry this took a while for it to come out. Tell me what you think and if I made any mistakes.