A/N: Summaries are tricky to write as always, huh~
Jokes aside, finally got around to doing Okita Alter. Funnily enough I have been meaning to do her practically since I started writing Fate/Grand Order; I even had a part-finished fic of her and some other Servants in swimsuits (for a beach-style plot with Ritsuka). Never got far with it and it's been left abandoned ever since, so it's satisfying to finally have an Okita Alter fic out~
That aside, do enjoy~
Straight Forward Love
It was a beautiful summer's day in Chaldea.
The birds were singing.
The leaves were rustling.
The gardens were quiet and serene.
Which only made it all the more startling when Okita Alter approached her Master, Ritsuka, and made a bold statement.
''Master, I love you.''
The suddenness of the confession took him off guard; the gulp of water he'd just taken spat out in undignified shock. It was a good thing he was sitting on a garden bench otherwise he would've fallen to the floor; his knees abruptly losing their strength and leaving him stunned silent.
Stood before him was none other than Okita Alter; the dark-skinned samurai placid and patient as she waited on his response to her confession, some warmth to her cheeks but little else – though truthfully he shouldn't be surprised, considering her often-stoic demeanour. The thought gave him some clarity, and after whacking on his chest a couple times he got his coughing under control and his sanity back together, giving him the chance to speak.
''What brought this on...?'' Ritsuka asked in befuddlement.
Okita Alter shrugged slightly. ''I've felt like this for a while. Thought I'd finally tell you.''
The simple, matter-of-fact reasoning was somehow more embarrassing than if she'd just said she was too embarrassed to confess. However Okita Alter wasn't a stranger; they were good friends and had been practically since she'd been summoned, so it wasn't like this came out of nowhere. If anything it was his fault for not noticing... though, in his defence, reading Okita Alter's expressions was a monumental feat in and of itself.
''Well... why don't we go on a date?'' Ritsuka suggested lightly, smiling. ''Spend some time together first.''
Okita Alter blinked, hummed, then nodded. ''Sure. I'll be in your care, my beloved Master.''
''Don't say something like that so effortlessly...''
''I read it in a romance novel.''
''Ah... is that so...''
X-x-X
As promised, the very next day Ritsuka took Okita Alter – nicknamed Okitan – out on a date.
Doing dates wasn't something he was familiar with, but Okitan wasn't the most romantic of Servants and clearly didn't mind just hanging out and spending some time together; not needing nor wanting extravagant displays of affection. Thus, after calling in a favour from Leonardo he whisked the two of them to modern-day Italy, taking some of the eccentric woman's suggestions and touring the capital of Rome.
Given neither knew much about the city nor its layout, nor had the foresight to bring a map, the two of them ended up just walking around admiring the sights – her arm wrapped around his own so they didn't get separated in the crowds. Sometimes they slowed near stores or popped inside for a look, until soon they stumbled upon a quaint, out-of-the-way café far from the main plazas, and far less expensive than said plaza-front stores.
Which led to their current situation.
''...can I have another, Master?''
''Ah... sure...'' Ritsuka sweat-dropped, gazing across the table at the stack of ten chocolate milkshakes and several empty plates that previously hosted cream-filled buns.
Still he was familiar with Okitan's nigh-bottomless appetite, so with a wry smile he flagged down the waitress – an older woman in an apron – and ordered another round of milkshake and buns. To her credit the older woman didn't even bat an eye, merely smiling and saying something in Italian before shuffling off to the kitchen to prepare another batch, perhaps reasonably expecting Okitan to go through them all before their visit was over.
The café itself was on the cosier side; a low ceiling and the room a quaint rectangular shape, so much so there was only enough room for four tables with two chairs each. Perhaps because of how out-of-the-way it was though they were the only customers, sat by the window and with some shade spilling over them, the sun passing over their heads and keeping them warm without necessarily blinding them. The view of the narrow street outside was nice too; the cobblestone path dotted with people that passed to and fro, their voices muted to a dull thrum.
''...it's very nice here, isn't it?'' Ritsuka idly brought up.
''Mm.'' Okitan didn't hesitate to agree, head tilting as she gazed out the window too. ''...peaceful. Could take a nap here.''
''I don't think we're allowed to do that.'' He chuckled sheepishly, glancing back at his date with a smile.
Noticing a splodge of frosted cream on the corner of her mouth Ritsuka reflexively leaned in, plucking a napkin from his plate and wiping it away. The simple act though was enough to colour Okitan's cheeks, mildly embarrassed by the act – but Ritsuka just chuckled it off and leaned back into his seat.
''I've been wondering.'' He spoke up then. ''What made you confess? Was it really just on a whim, or did someone tell you to do it?''
Okitan glanced back to the window, humming. She was otherwise quiet for a long few moments, clearly mulling it over and speaking only when she had composed her thoughts. ''...I just felt like it, I guess. I saw you on the bench, my chest felt warm, and I decided I wanted to tell you.''
She glanced back at him then. ''Do you... feel the same, Master?''
Ritsuka flushed and opened his mouth – but the old Italian woman chose that very moment to come out of the kitchen and meander over to them, laying down another tall, cold milkshake in front of Okitan, complimented with a curly straw and cream with sprinkles on the top. ''There you are dear.''
''Ah... thank you...!''
Ritsuka smiled exasperated as Okitan immediately forgot about the topic, instead inhaling down the chocolate milkshake as fast as she could, leaving the old Italian woman chuckling.
Though the way said old woman winked knowingly at him made him flush; making a mental note to continue the conversation later.
X-x-X
Their date continued for another few hours; taking them around the grand city until eventually evening came, and after one last meal they returned to Chaldea.
Walking down the length of the dormitory wing Ritsuka intended to escort Okitan back to her room, had the dark-skinned Servant not asked to go to his room. Seeing nothing wrong with it he obliged, the two of them passing by a few other Servants who were either on their way back from training or off to dinner, some stopping to briefly chat whilst others teased them lightly, bringing warmth to Ritsuka's cheeks.
Until soon they reached his room. Withdrawing his key with a hum Ritsuka popped the door open and led Okitan inside, privately relieved he had the foresight to tidy up his room the night beforehand on a whim. From the plain single bed with its neatened quilt to the dusted furniture, his room was practically spotless... though, belatedly, he realised Okitan probably didn't care whether it was tidy or not.
''I don't have anything to drink I'm afraid.'' Ritsuka commented sheepishly, leading his date over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.
''It's fine.'' Okitan sat by his side. ''I don't need a drink anyway.''
Smiling Ritsuka was about to speak... only to cut himself short as Okita grasped the buckle under her bust and undid it, leaving him confused. When the dark-skinned Servant went to take her dress off however, pulling it up by the hem the dots connected in his mind – causing Ritsuka's face to darken to a scarlet hue.
''H-Hold on!'' Ritsuka hurriedly exclaimed, grabbing her wrists to stop her. ''What are you doing so suddenly?!''
''Hm?'' Nonplussed Okitan merely tilted her head. ''I read a book that said couples did this to show their love.''
''What kind of books are you reading...'' Ritsuka muttered under his breath. He dispelled the thought and shook his head, fixing her with a more serious look. ''You don't need to do that Okitan.''
''...but I want to?'' The slight, almost tentative undertone to her words gave him pause. ''I never did receive your answer earlier Master, but... I want to do stuff like that with you.''
The thought was an embarrassing one, heat burning his cheeks... but he couldn't deny that the thought hadn't crossed his mind at least once, albeit with the expectation that such a thing would never happen. Okitan was a beautiful woman after all; the perfect balance of cute and sexy and with a clueless confidence to her that only endeared him more. And while he wouldn't say he loved her... he did care a lot about her, and he could see himself falling in love with her, given time.
Ritsuka spared Okitan a look, troubled. The dark-skinned Servant merely gave him a small, sincere smile, her pale eyes warm despite her inexpressive visage. Faced with such honesty Ritsuka could only gulp down his doubts and cup her cheek, enticing Okitan to lean into it... before at last he drew in close and kissed her.
''Mm...'' Okitan's eyes fluttered shut; her whole body relaxing as she reciprocated.
The dark-haired Master drew the kiss out, relishing the lip contact for as long as it lasted – the need to breathe soon forcing them apart with a mutual exhale. Their lips hovered an inch apart for but a moment before they silently drew back in again, connecting in another kiss that just left them wanting even more. So when Okitan grasped the hem of her dress and started to pull it up, Ritsuka didn't stop her; instead merely unwinding her scarf and pulling it off for her.
In unison they drew apart from the kiss, and without a word said Okitan pulled her red-black dress up, flashing him her curvy hips clad in black panties, followed by her smooth, perfectly-flat stomach and ribs. Her breasts, completely bare and without a bra to hide them, were revealed next; their plump shape holding his attention. That was until she got her dress up and over her head, her long white hair fluttering down and brushed out of her face, her dark skin failing to hide her blush.
Ritsuka wrapped her red scarf around her neck, neatly folding it and smiling when she laid a hand on the fabric, visibly taking comfort from its presence. ''Let's do it then – on the condition we take it slow, alright?''
Okitan hummed and bobbed her head in agreement, leaning in again. Ritsuka met her halfway, their lips fitting perfectly together as they shared another kiss. As they made out his right arm slid around her back and his hand came to settle over her right breast, gently groping her large breast – his fondling fingers coaxing a moan from her lips. The sound was adorable, enticing him to squeeze her breast again and gently heft it about, relishing the little mewl he managed to squeeze out of her.
Pulling back from the kiss Ritsuka shifted in front of Okitan, gently taking her wrists and pushing her down onto the bed. The topless Servant didn't resist, dark cheeks rosy as he leaned in and claimed her lips in another slow, intimate kiss, soon coaxing a moan out of her when he slipped a hand down and hefted her left breast about. Without a bra or anything in the way he could admire the plump, rounded shape, his thumb sliding over her nipple and flicking it lightly.
''Mm... ah, Master...'' Okitan cutely mumbled, shivering when he moved down – kissing her tit once before taking her left nipple into his mouth. ''Mn...''
Embarrassment heated his cheeks up to a rosy hue but he did it regardless, lewdly sucking on the perky nub and pulling on it until it sprung out from his lips, her breast jiggling faintly. Giving her breasts another squeeze he leaned back up and pecked her on the chin, enticing Okitan to grasp the back of his head and pull him more into the kiss; dragging it out for a blissful few more moments.
Until they drew apart, and Okitan murmured a request. ''Master... let me make you feel good, too...''
Ritsuka paused and swallowed, before hurriedly nodding. Pushing down his embarrassment he grabbed his belt and undid it in a flurry, his black pants swiftly being shoved down to his ankles and kicked off as fast as he could, his shoes clumsily coming off with them. He hesitated slightly at his boxers, tugging on them, but when Okitan gave him a bashful nod he all but shoved them down, revealing his erect cock to the dark-skinned Alter-Ego.
Okitan blinked at the sight of it, silent but with darkening cheeks. Pushing down his embarrassment Ritsuka climbed up her front and straddled her collarbone, leaving his dick hanging over her face until he guided it lower, poking her lips with the tip. With little reluctance Okitan parted her lips, letting him push it into her warm, wet mouth – her tongue lashing at the head. The shocking feeling made him tense, a pleasure-filled groan escaping him as he felt the slick appendage slither and slide over it, wetting his tip in her spit.
''Mn... ahh...'' Planting his right hand on the bed Ritsuka pushed his cock in deeper, moaning as Okitan submissively took it.
He was careful not to be too forceful, worried about coming off as pressuring her, but Okitan took his cock without protest – mouth forming a cute 'O' shape that let his dick slide in with ease. When half of his cock was inside her tongue started to lick the underside, slithering along it before eventually just laying flat against the bottom of her mouth, giving his cock something to rest on as it went down deeper.
Until soon he hit the back of her throat. Okitan twitched, her throat convulsing as the head daringly prodded it – and she gagged as he started to guide his cock down. The feeling alone made Ritsuka gasp, clutching at her head as he dared to slide even deeper, feeling her throat muscles clench and convulse around his dick; the blissful sensation making him see white momentarily. Yet still he craved more, enticing him to guide the last little bit of his cock between her lips; finally sheathing himself balls-deep in her throat, said balls resting against her chin.
''...ghk... gh...'' Spasms started to rock her body as she ran low on oxygen.
Ritsuka swiftly lifted his hips back up at that, sliding his cock out to the tip and allowing Okitan to breathe again – wet coughs wracking her body as she inhale some saliva. Before Ritsuka could ask if she was okay however the Servant grabbed his hips and pulled him right back down again, willingly deep-throating him; the suddenness of it forcing a moan from his throat, and enticing him to lift his hips back up again.
Okitan pulled him down in response; thrusting himself between her lips. The sensation felt far better than he thought; hot, tingling bliss travelling up his cock as he speared down her throat, barely lingering for more than a moment but always making Okitan grunt or groan; sometimes gagging when he hit the back of her throat too suddenly. The sounds she made then only enticed him to do it more, excitement throbbing down his shaft as he face-fucked his Servant, her saliva smearing itself along his swollen girth.
''Mm, ah... o-ohh...'' Ritsuka groaned; pleasure teasing the tip when her tongue quickly lashed it. ''Ah...''
It felt too good; the wet, inviting heat that felt far better than his own hand ever would, pushing aside any possible futures of getting off by himself. The lewd thought only fuelled his lust, grunts bubbling from his throat as he worked his hips faster, rougher – surrendering to the carnal want building up inside him, wanting nothing more than to finally achieve release.
''O-Okitan...'' Ritsuka groaned out, voice strained.
''Mmph?'' Innocently Okitan tilted her head slightly – the cute expression made that much more lewd when he was currently going balls-deep in her throat.
Rather than speak Ritsuka kept thrusting, gasping and groaning all throughout – focusing on the blissful heat he plunged his cock into. Her breath washed over his dick and tickled it, her tongue slapped against the underside of his girth and stroked it, her pale eyes peered up at him with embarrassment; all of it was too much for him to handle, pressure shooting up his cock in a white-hot rush-
-until with a gasp he yanked his dick out and shuffled back, straddling her stomach and pushing his cock against the underside of her breast, poking it briefly before sliding his dick between her boobs.
The little bit of friction, combined with the sight of his dick between her tits, was too much. White-hot heat lanced up his cock and he managed only a few thrusts before he finally climaxed, moaning in bliss and shooting thick ropes of white up between Okitan's breasts, streaking up her collarbone and splattering against her neck. Okitan mewled at the feeling, panting as he shot several more thick streaks between or over her rounded tits; both his hands pushing her breasts together for that extra friction and smearing his seed between said breasts.
''Ah... h-haah...'' Ritsuka shuddered; frazzled from his sudden, intense orgasm. ''Ahh...''
Slowly unhanding her breasts Ritsuka took a moment to admire Okitan's visage, trailing down from her flushed expression down to her cum-covered collarbone, the white streaks of cum standing out against her dark skin. A mess of sticky white was smeared between her plump, heaving breasts, a couple tiny dribbles having leaked down her stomach as it heaved with every quick, gulping breath.
Something that prompted him to climb off Okitan. ''Ah, sorry...''
''It's fine...'' Okitan remarked lightly, curious as she ran a hand down her chest, scooping up some cum and popping her fingers into her mouth. ''...bleh.''
Ritsuka cracked a wryly smile at that and chuckled, taking a good minute to catch his breath, idly watching as the dark-skinned Servant ran a finger through the cum pooling between her breasts, stirring it around in lewd circles. Soon though she glanced up at him, then down at his cock, noticing that he was still erect despite his prior climax.
''...Master...'' Demurely Okitan slid her hand down her front, fingers running over her panties. ''...can we do it now?''
''You sure?''
''Mm.'' A slight smile crossed her lips and she tugged her underwear down. ''I am.''
Ritsuka blushed at the cute expression and murmured a faint agreement, shifting up and moving on top of her. Okitan shuffled back slightly to give him room, attentively watching as he nudged her thighs apart and rubbed his girth up against her lower lips, the slight, teasing rubs earning a mewl from Okitan. The anticipation though was too much for Ritsuka to resist, excitement tempting him to nudge the tip inside.
And then at last he pushed in. Gripping heat smothered his cock in an instant, forcing a surprised moan from the dark-haired Master – white-hot bliss circulating along his shaft. Planting both hands on either side of her he eased himself in more, gazing down into Okitan's eyes, wary of any discomfort, but mercifully the Servant felt none. Instead a soft, delighted moan tumbled off her tongue, her insides constricting his cock lovingly and enticing him to spear in deeper, burying himself in her heat.
Until soon he was buried up to the hilt inside her; eliciting a hot, satisfied moan from his throat. ''Ohh...''
''Master~'' Okitan mewled, feeling him twitch inside her.
Ritsuka responded by leaning down, connecting their lips in a sudden, but not unwanted kiss – devouring Okitan's soft groan. He dragged the kiss out even as he reared his waist back, slowly pulling himself out of the Servant's tight heat before spearing back in again, slowly starting to thrust into her. The Servant shivered under him, her lips parting from his only long enough to suck in a quick breath before she reconnected them in a kiss.
Okitan's own hands weren't idle either. Slow and gentle they slid over his chest and up to his collar, rubbing his collarbone before tracing back down to his stomach, then snaking around to his back and pulling him close. Groaning Ritsuka picked up the pace at that, thrusting himself into her womanhood and feeling her arousal wet his shaft a little, letting him thrust easier and faster.
''Mm- hah!'' Breaking off the kiss Ritsuka gripped at the sheets; jerking his hips faster and sheathing himself inside her, the feeling becoming slick and slippery. ''O-Okitan...''
The dark-skinned Servant responded by pulling him down, mashing their lips together in yet another messy kiss – moaning when he hit a sweet spot inside her, encouraging Ritsuka to try and aim for that one spot, scraping her walls with every skin-smacking thrust. The way she tightened around him, her tight tunnel gripping his dick, nearly made him blow his load right then and there; sheer lust the only thing keeping him moving and relentlessly pounding her.
Slipping a hand down he grabbed a greedy handful of her left breast; hefting her plump boob about and getting a feel for it, earning a muffled moan from his lover – the sound all the louder when he broke off the kiss. Their lips swiftly rejoined in a kiss, said kiss deepened when she pulled him down by the back of his head. Burning lungs forced them to break it off after just a moment but Ritsuka mashed their mouths back together hurriedly, feeling his end near.
Which made it all the more surprising when Okitan wrapped her legs tightly around his waist – and flipped them over. ''Mm?!''
Breaking off the kiss Okitan leaned back, still straddling his cock and taking a moment to adjust her position, her knees digging into the bed – before with a moan the dark-skinned Servant started to bounce on his cock. A hot moan arose from her throat, her head tipping back as she vigorously impaled herself down onto him, forcing a moan from Ritsuka's own throat as she did the moving this time; letting him feel his dick spear up into her sex.
Pushing himself up with one arm Ritsuka grabbed her ass with the other, holding it and helping her bounce on his dick – their unified moans ringing through the air. Soft breasts squished against his chest as Okitan leaned in, her arms wrapping tightly around him and soon connecting their lips in a deep, intimate kiss, her bounces becoming desperate and his cock entering her to the tune of slick squelches, her walls tightening up around his cock.
''M-Master... Mast- ah!''
Until with a sharp, adorable gasp Okitan orgasmed – her wet walls clamping down on his cock as she came. The sudden tightness proved too much for Ritsuka to handle and he nigh-instantly blew his load; shooting thick ropes of seed inside her and painting her walls white. She wrung him dry for every shot he could give, aided when he managed to keep thrusting up; pumping his load into his Servant with a moan.
Ritsuka kept thrusting until his hips gave out; strength suddenly abandoning him and leaving him laying flat on the bed with a moan. With a mewl of her own Okitan lifted herself off his cock and all but collapsed atop him, sprawling across his front and pushing her face into the crook of his neck, her hot breaths washing over it erotically.
''Mm... Master...'' Okitan hummed softly, nuzzling him. ''...do you love me now...?''
Ritsuka responded by hugging her tight. ''...at this rate, I will.''
''...I see, I'm glad.'' A warm smile spread across Okitan's lips; the Servant resting her head on his shoulder.
They remained like that for what felt like a small eternity before deciding to take a bath together, one that became rife with cuddles and kisses.
[END]
