Tsugumi | Guilty Crown

The stale, recycled air of the Void ship always clung to Tsugumi like a second skin, a constant reminder of their precarious existence. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, the metallic tang was overlaid with the subtle scent of something… softer. Her eyes, usually sharp and assessing, softened as she watched Shu Ouma, hunched over a console, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was so earnest, so impossibly kind, even in the face of so much darkness. She remembered the first time she’d truly seen him, not just as a target or a pawn, but as a person. It had been during one of those rare, quiet moments, when the shouts of battle and the hum of technology faded into the background, and it was just the two of them, sharing a stolen breath in the aftermath of chaos. A memory, warm and insistent, bloomed in her chest, a feeling she’d spent too long trying to suppress.

Shu finally sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He turned, and his gaze met hers. A flicker of surprise, then a warmth that spread across his features, a genuine smile that always managed to disarm her. “Tsugumi,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re up late.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she replied, her voice huskier than usual. She walked towards him, her steps deliberate, each movement a silent assertion of her presence. The sterile lighting of the ship glinted off her cybernetic arm, a stark contrast to the delicate, almost vulnerable curve of her exposed skin. She stopped just a few feet away, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, close enough to notice the faint stubble along his jawline, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“Something on your mind?” Shu’s eyes, those impossibly gentle eyes, held a question, a quiet invitation. He’d learned to read her, Tsugumi knew. He saw the turmoil beneath her usual stoicism, the yearning she so desperately tried to hide. It was both infuriating and… intoxicating. For so long, she had relied on her wit, her combat skills, her ruthless efficiency. But with Shu, those weapons felt clumsy, inadequate. What she truly craved was something far more intimate, something that left her exposed in a way that had nothing to do with violence.

“Just… thinking,” she admitted, her gaze drifting to his lips. They were full, so often pressed into a grim line, but sometimes, when he smiled like that… She swallowed, a dry, rough sound in the silence. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken desires. She’d always been the one in control, the observer, the strategist. But the strategy now was simple: she wanted him. Not as a comrade, not as a leader, but as something… more. Something raw and unrestrained.

Shu’s eyes followed hers, and a slow understanding dawned on his face. The playful curiosity was replaced by something deeper, a mirrored recognition of the unspoken pull between them. He took a tentative step forward, closing the small distance that separated them. His hand, hesitant at first, reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The touch sent a jolt through her, a wave of heat that spread from her skin to the very core of her being. Her breath hitched. This was it. The precipice. The moment where all the walls she’d built crumbled, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, wanting nothing more than to be consumed.

“Tsugumi,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, a confession in itself. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, a feather-light caress that promised more. Her eyelids fluttered, her gaze locked on his. The room seemed to tilt, the world narrowing to this single, charged space between them. She leaned into his touch, a silent surrender. “I…” she started, but the words caught in her throat. What could she say that his touch wasn’t already saying? What could she do that her body wasn’t already screaming?

His gaze dropped to her lips, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. She felt herself trembling, a mixture of nerves and something akin to exhilaration. He leaned closer, his breath mingling with hers, and then, his lips met hers. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, a question asked and answered. Then, as if a dam had broken, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Her hands, those capable, weaponized hands, found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she pulled him closer, wanting to erase any remaining distance.

Shu’s arms wrapped around her, his embrace strong and reassuring, yet filled with a passionate hunger that mirrored her own. He tasted of desperation, of longing, of all the things they had both suppressed for so long. Her cybernetic arm, usually so cold and precise, felt oddly warm against his back. She let it rest there, a silent testament to her dual nature – the warrior and the woman yearning for connection. His kiss grew more insistent, his tongue exploring the contours of her mouth, a dance of exploration and claim. She moaned softly, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and he responded by pressing her further against him, the hard planes of his body a welcome pressure against hers.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were dark with desire, a potent mix of tenderness and a primal need that sent her senses reeling. “Tsugumi,” he repeated, his voice rough, “I… I want you.” The directness of his words, so simple, so profound, struck her like a physical blow. It was exactly what she wanted to hear, what she had been waiting for, and yet, the raw honesty of it left her breathless. She could only nod, her throat tight with emotion, her gaze never leaving his.

His hands moved from her face, tracing the line of her neck, then dipping lower, towards the curve of her shoulder. The fabric of her uniform offered little resistance, and his touch burned through it. He lingered at the edge of her tunic, his fingers teasing the skin beneath. A shiver ran through her as he gently slid the material upwards, exposing her stomach. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This was it. The point of no return. She watched his face, saw the raw hunger in his eyes, the undeniable want, and a answering fire ignited within her.

He untucked her shirt completely, his gaze feasting on the sight of her exposed midriff. His hands, now bolder, traced the delicate curve of her waist, then slid lower, towards the waistband of her pants. She held her breath, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He met her eyes, seeking her consent, and she offered it with a silent, desperate nod. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to unbutton her uniform, each click of the buttons echoing in the sudden stillness. The fabric parted, revealing the lace of her bra, a delicate contrast to the power she usually projected.

He pushed the front of her uniform aside, his gaze sweeping over her. A low groan escaped him, a sound of pure appreciation. His eyes met hers, filled with an intensity that made her feel seen, truly seen, for the first time in a long time. Then, his lips, which had been so tender moments before, began a slow, deliberate journey downwards. He kissed the swell of her breast, his touch sending waves of heat through her. Her fingers twined in his hair, holding him close, afraid to let him go, afraid of what would happen when he finally broke free.

He moved lower, his lips trailing along her collarbone, then to the valley between her breasts. The rough texture of his stubble was an exquisite sensation against her sensitive skin. He nudged the straps of her bra away, his mouth finding the curve of her breast. A soft gasp escaped her as his lips closed around her nipple, his tongue teasing and swirling. It was a deep, aching pleasure, a sensation that coiled in her belly and spread outwards. She cried out his name, her back arching involuntarily, her body arching towards him in a desperate plea for more.

He continued his ministrations, his mouth on one breast, then the other, his touch both reverent and possessive. Her hands, no longer able to contain themselves, found their way to his hair, tugging him closer, urging him on. The feeling was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown her. She felt herself losing control, her carefully constructed composure shattering into a million pieces. Then, his mouth moved lower, his kisses descending her stomach, each touch sending tremors through her.

He paused at the waistband of her pants, his gaze locking with hers. There was a question in his eyes, a plea for permission. She offered it with a shaky breath, her entire body thrumming with anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, he slid her pants down, exposing her to him. She felt a blush creep up her neck, but it was drowned out by the sheer, unadulterated pleasure coursing through her. His eyes scanned her, a look of awe and desire that made her feel more beautiful than she ever had before.

He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on her most intimate parts. She watched him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate folds of her labia. The touch was incredibly gentle, almost reverent, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through her. She moaned softly, arching her hips towards his touch, wanting more. He began to lick, his tongue a warm, wet caress that sent shivers down her spine. Each stroke was deliberate, exploring, worshiping. She felt herself spiraling, the world narrowing to the sensations he was creating.

His mouth moved with an expert precision, his tongue teasing and tasting, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She cried out his name, her body convulsing. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him fast, wanting to prolong the exquisite torture. He continued his work, his tongue a relentless exploration, until she was a trembling, breathless mess, gasping for air. She felt a powerful climax building, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. And then, it broke, washing over her in glorious, shuddering waves. She collapsed against him, her body weak and trembling, the echoes of her release still rippling through her.

Shu remained kneeling before her, his eyes still locked on hers, a look of deep satisfaction and something even more profound. He slowly stood, his gaze never leaving her. He reached out, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his scent, the scent of him, of safety, of desire fulfilled. She felt a contentment she hadn’t known was possible, a deep, resonant peace that settled over her.

Later, lying intertwined in the dim light of the Void ship, the silence was not one of awkwardness, but of shared intimacy. Tsugumi traced the line of Shu’s jaw with her finger, her touch lingering. The encounter had been more than just physical; it had been a revelation. She had exposed herself, not just her body, but her deepest desires, her vulnerabilities, and he had accepted them, embraced them, and reciprocated with a passion that had shattered her carefully constructed defenses. Her fingers brushed against the fabric of his pants, and a soft smile played on her lips. The journey hadn’t ended; it had just begun. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Shu,” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “I want more.”

A slow smile spread across Shu’s face. He turned to face her fully, his eyes alight with a familiar fire. He pushed her uniform aside again, his gaze dropping to her rear. Her ass, firm and rounded, was exposed to his appreciative gaze. He ran a hand down her back, his touch lingering on the curve of her ass. Tsugumi shivered, her hips tilting instinctively towards his touch. “You like that?” he whispered, his voice laced with mischief and something more primal. She could only nod, her breath catching in her throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her buttocks. The sensation was entirely new, a thrilling anticipation of what was to come.

He kissed her ass, a soft, lingering kiss that sent a wave of heat through her. Then, his tongue traced the crack of her ass. Tsugumi gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was utterly foreign, yet incredibly potent. His tongue, warm and wet, explored the delicate flesh, teasing and circling. She moaned, her hips arching involuntarily. Shu’s hands moved to her hips, gently holding her steady as he continued his ministrations. He was an artist, she realized, his touch precise and deliberate, each stroke designed to bring her to the brink of pleasure.

He licked her ass with an increasing intensity, his tongue delving deeper, teasing her anus. Tsugumi cried out, her body trembling. She felt a powerful urge to push against him, to welcome him deeper. Shu, sensing her desire, paused for a moment, his breath warm against her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry. “Ready for more?” he whispered. She nodded, unable to speak, her entire being focused on the sensations he was evoking. He then stood, his gaze sweeping over her bare body. He then reached for his own pants, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. He shed his pants, revealing his arousal, hard and throbbing. Tsugumi’s breath hitched. He was magnificent.

He knelt between her legs again, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. He caressed her ass again, his thumb stroking the crease of her buttocks. Tsugumi shuddered, her mind racing. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. Shu leaned in, his mouth brushing against her ass again. He kissed the very center of her ass, then began to lick, his tongue exploring the delicate entrance. Tsugumi gasped, arching her back. The sensation was electrifying, a mixture of pleasure and exquisite discomfort. Shu’s tongue continued its work, slowly and deliberately, until she felt her sphincter loosen. He paused, his gaze meeting hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough.

She nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of trepidation and burning desire. Shu then slowly, deliberately, guided his cock towards her anus. The head of his penis pressed against her entrance, and Tsugumi whimpered. It was tight, impossibly tight. But Shu was patient, his touch gentle. He slowly, inch by inch, began to push inside her. Tsugumi gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was intense, a stretching, a filling that was both painful and incredibly arousing. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to relax, to embrace the feeling. Shu continued to push, his movements slow and deliberate, until he was fully inside her. She moaned, a sound of both pleasure and release. Her ass was stretched, filled by his hard cock, and it was more exhilarating than she could have ever imagined.

Shu whispered words of encouragement, his voice a low rumble against her ear. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips grinding against hers. Tsugumi found her rhythm, her body instinctively responding to his. The pleasure built, a slow burn that intensified with each thrust. Her ass was being filled, stretched, and pleasured in a way she had never experienced before. She cried out his name, her voice hoarse with passion. Shu’s movements grew more urgent, his thrusts deeper, harder. The feeling was overwhelming, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy washing over her. She felt herself reaching the peak, her body convulsing around him. She screamed his name as she climaxed, a violent, shattering release that left her breathless and weak. Shu followed soon after, his own release a powerful surge that filled her completely. He groaned, his body shaking as he poured himself into her. For a long moment, they lay intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Tsugumi buried her face in his neck, her heart still pounding. She had never felt so alive, so completely and utterly satisfied. The encounter had been everything she had dreamed of, and more. It was a testament to their connection, a bond forged in the fires of war and solidified in the depths of passion.