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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      殺戮の天使_|_Satsuriku_no_Tenshi_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Foster/Rachel_Gardner, Zack/Ray
  Character:
      Isaac_Foster, Rachel_Gardner
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Clothed_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Getting_Zack's_Attention
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-27 Words: 3888
****** Having Zack's Attention ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     A smutty alternate ending to Getting Zack's Attention.
Notes
     I was going to leave this fic (or rather, the previous one) as it is.
     I really was. I was happy to be able to write something kind of
     fluffy and silly and to just make them kiss. That was going to be it!
     ...But then I touched the idea again and it all fell to porn. =| I
     didn't want to give up on the cuteness that the original idea had, so
     I decided to split it up like this!
     Whether you want to read all of the previous fic or not, I highly
     recommend you at least get to the point where Ray puts on the sweater
     and answers the knock on her door. Otherwise you might be a bit lost
     as to what is going on here.
See the end of the work for more notes
Around twenty minutes before Zack was due, Ray went up to her room in order to
change. She always got into her pajamas before Zack arrived just so that she
wouldn’t have to make him wait. It was part of why she had instructed him to
always knock. She got herself dressed and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting.
Some minutes later she heard the familiar knock on her door. Ray fidgeted a
little as she stood up. Despite her best efforts to prepare herself, she was
shaking as she approached her door. Apparently she was taking longer than
usual, for just as she took a deep breath to steady herself Zack shouted
through the door.
“What, did you fucking jump out that fake window in there?! Open the fucking
door already!”
Ray sighed and felt the corners of her mouth twitch up. So much for thinking
that she was the impatient one… Steeling her nerves, or perhaps forgetting them
altogether, she grasped the doorknob and opened it for him.
“Finally! Took you lo…long……enough…” Zack froze. The expression on his face
clearly showed that the gears in his head had come to a screeching halt. He
stood there, dumbfounded for a good few seconds before his face flared up and
he threw an arm in front of his eyes. “WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING, RAY!?”
Ray fidgeted both from nerves and giddiness at his reaction. She looked down at
herself and tugged at the edges of the sweater at her side. “People call it a
‘virgin-killer’ sweater…” she stated simply, her forever-neutral voice made her
sound far too innocent about it for Zack’s liking.
“WHY WOULD YOU WEAR SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!”
“I thought it was fitting.”
Before Zack could squash any thoughts about what that could possibly mean,
about a dozen of them swarmed his mind. He sputtered and cursed loudly. As much
as he wanted to tell her to cover herself up or to storm off (or both), he
found himself rooted to where he was; standing dumbly in the doorway of her
bedroom. He shut his eyes tightly and lowered his arm.
“You have a strange sense of humor, Ray.”
“How so? I’m not joking around.”
“You do know what ‘virgin-killer’ implies, right? It’s not about actually
killing virgins.”
“I’m aware.”
Zack cursed again. “So then… That means… You’re… You’re serious about this.”
“I am. I have been for a while now, but I don’t think you caught on. Cathy said
I should be more direct so-”
“I am going to shove my fucking scythe up that bitch’s ass if she told you to
wear that thing and nearly give me a heart attack!”
“She didn’t!” Ray shouted. A short silence rang out after that which Ray broke
with a deep breath and a sigh. “She only told me to be more direct. This is
what I decided on. All on my own.” Ray stared up at him determinedly. “I want
you to see me as a woman, Zack.”
Despite himself, Zack let out a huff of a laugh. “Well congratulations, you’ve
certainly put that idea into my head.”
More silence fell and Ray fidgeted with the edge of the sweater again. “I…
Should I close the door and put my pajamas on instead?”
When the question wasn’t met with an answer she began to close the door. She
nearly jumped out of her skin when Zack abruptly grasped the edge of it and
shoved it open again. He stepped further into the room, passed Ray, and set his
scythe against the wall where he usually left it during the night. Silently he
unzipped his hoodie and hung it on his weapon.
Cautiously, Ray spoke again. “Zack…?”
“You’re sure you want this?”
She was shaking, and she knew she was, but she steeled herself. “I am. I want
you, Zack.”
The man breathed a steadying sigh of his own and ran a hand over his face. His
eyes were open when he turned to her again. They roamed over her small form
clad only in the revealing blood red sweater.  Zack cursed in his mind,
acknowledging that she had even gone as far as to choose that color to keep up
the lame joke. Despite that, he couldn’t deny that it was working. He cracked a
smile and sat down comfortably on the bed.
Ray had held up remarkably well under his gaze. She watched as he smiled and
sat down. He patted his pat gently and she was quick to approach the bed. She
only hesitated when it struck her that she didn’t know how Zack meant for her
to sit on his lap. “Be direct.” The little voice inside her head that sounded
curiously like Cathy told Ray. So she did just that. She crawled up onto the
bed and came to straddle Zack’s lap. From the way he placed his hands on her
hips, she concluded that he approved.
When Ray touched his shoulder, Zack frowned a little. “You want to take the
bandages off?” He asked her.
She shook her head. “This is fine. Unless you want to?”
“Would take too long.”
She laughed. “Okay.”
One of his hands slid up her bare side, sending more chills down her spine.
Despite what they had mutually decided to do, Zack avoided her breast and
instead moved his hand around to her shoulder and then went to place his hand
on her cheek. It was all the coaxing she needed to lean in and meet his lips.
For a split second Ray had to wonder if she had been imagining the way he would
kiss all wrong. That thought was dashed the moment he threaded his fingers into
her hair and pulled her closer, their kiss becoming rougher as a result.
Ray barely got a chance to adjust. Zack devoured her lips like it would be his
last meal. By no means was she bothered by it, and she did everything in her
power to return it in kind. The thumb of Zack’s other hand at her hip slipped
beneath the fabric of the sweater and rubbed rough circles into her skin. After
which his hand began to move as a whole, exploring the expanse of her side and
back, fingers occasionally dipping into the edge of the shirt and tracing her
ribs. Ray found herself shuddering despite the warmth of their bodies being so
close together.
“You’re really sensitive.” Zack mumbled against her lips when they parted to
breathe.
“Am I?”
“Or you’re really anxious. One of the two. I don’t fuckin’ know.”
Despite the very short distance between their faces, Ray eyed his features. “It
might be both.”
He chuckled at that. “If it helps any I don’t have much of a clue about how
this works either.”
“That’s not too surprising.”
Whether he disapproved of her statement or not, Zack didn’t let her find out.
Instead he pulled her back in for another kiss. This time he parted his lips
and licked at hers, causing her to gasp. Ray had of course heard about French
kissing from the short time she had spent in middle school, but she had never
actually known how it was supposed to work. She decided to follow Zack’s lead
and opened her mouth to let him in. Their tongues met and Ray’s mind was
suddenly focused on the strange taste that was Zack’s mouth. It wasn’t
unpleasant, she decided. Although unskilled she continued to go with the direct
approach and began to move her own tongue. The little groan that escaped Zack
told her that must be doing it right. Or at least acceptably.
Their kiss was interrupted several times thanks to Ray’s inexperience. She had
to pull away to cough or catch her breath, since breathing through her nose
while kissing proved to not be the easiest thing to do. Whenever she did, Zack
would instead nibble at her earlobe or leave soft bites along her jaw and neck.
A brief moment of clarity managed to wash over Ray during one of her small
coughing fits. Even though Zack was actively making sure she was feeling good,
her hands hand been planted awkwardly on his shoulders the whole time. She
barely gave any thought to how much he would actually be able to feel with the
bandages on before she slid her hands down his chest. The soft growl she heard
before he nipped her ear again caused her to smile. It seemed he liked that.
When they returned to kissing she no longer hesitated to touch wherever she
liked. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders, occasionally slipping behind
his neck to play with the ends of his hair. When one of her hands ventured a
bit lower, down over his stomach, Zack flinched away from her touch. Ray
suddenly remembered the wound that had been there.
“Sorry! Does it still hurt?” she hurriedly asked, jerking her hand away.
Zack grabbed it. “No!” he spat. “It fuckin’ tickles! What’s with you and
handlin’ me so gently?! You know I’m not gonna break!”
Relief washed over her and she closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against
his. “Right. Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Quit apologizin’.”
“Okay.”
Before Ray could capture his lips again, he used his grip on her hair to turn
her head so that he could lavish her neck with attention instead. A little moan
escaped her and she leaned farther so he had more room to work. The hand on her
back slid lower and the tips of his fingers brushed just under the bottom edge
of the sweater, over her butt.
“Shiiiit!” Zack hissed against her skin. “Somehow I keep forgettin’ this stupid
sweater is the only fuckin’ thing you’re wearin…”
“You can take it off if you want. That way there’s nothing to forget.”
Zack let out a laugh again. “Some other time. You bought this thing just to
seduce me, right? Let it do its job.”
“Hasn’t it already-”
“Ray don’t fuckin’ question it, okay?! Shit! I’m not the best at thinkin’ even
in the best of times; my head ain’t exactly on straight at the moment.”
Whether he had meant to or not, Zack’s hand on her ass gave a little squeeze
and pulled her closer to his body. Ray’s eyes shot wide open as she felt him
through the front of his pants. She hadn’t been expecting to be able to do that
and just the thought of how turned on he must be dragged a whimper from her.
She sat upright more in order to look him in the eyes. His pupils were dilated
and he was breathing about as heavily as she was. Zack too must have approved
of the way she looked because he couldn’t restrain a groaned curse.
“Zack, if you want then… I think… I think I’m ready.”
The man was visible flustered by that. “Shit, Ray, don’t just say things like
that!”
“Then what am I supposed to say?”
“What did I tell you about questioning the shit I say?!”
“Right.”
“How the fuck are you so calm right now?”
“I’m not.” Ray raised one of her hands for Zack to see. It was shaking
horribly. “See?”
Zack stared at it for a moment before grumbling and taking it in one of his,
letting go of her hair in the process. He brought her trembling hand to his
lips and kissed it gently.
“Got it. So… We’re really gonna do this, huh?”
Ray had felt her cheeks warm at the surprisingly affectionate gesture. She
nodded. “I want this.”
“Yeah, so do I.” Zack admitted. “So um…gimme a second. Move back a little.”
Ray scooted back a few inches on his lap. She watched with both curiosity and
apprehension as he reached down to the front of his own pants. He popped the
button open and pulled down the zipper. The bulge in his underwear was very
prominent and Ray felt herself swallowing unconsciously. Zack raised his hips
off the bed and dragged both his pants and underwear down over his ass and a
little down his legs, freeing his erection in one go.
Ray couldn’t help but stare. It was the first time she had ever seen a penis,
let alone an erect one. At least, a real one and not as part of some weird
educational diagram. She knew her face was red, but she didn’t look away. For
his part Zack felt equally embarrassed at being exposed. It had always been
weird enough for him to show his skin in front of another person, for his dick
to suddenly be the only bit that was uncovered was incredibly awkward. On top
of that Ray’s unbroken and unflinching gaze was making him want to squirm.
“I’d tell you to take a fucking picture but I’m afraid you would actually go
and find a camera…” he muttered.
She blinked as if she had suddenly come out of a trance and her eyes drifted
back up to his. She shook her head. “That’d ruin the mood.”
“Damn right it would.”
“So um…” she moved closer to him again, the front of her sweater over her own
crotch lightly brushing against his erection. “How does this work?”
“Huh? Don’t tell me you don’t actually know what sex is!”
“I do. But…only in concept…”
“Well, what do you think is supposed to happen? You’re the smart one here,
aren’t you?”
“Judging by the position we’re in I suppose… I should lower myself down onto
you?”
“Shiiiit…” Zack groaned, tossing his head back in exasperation. “You seriously
gotta stop saying shit like that with such a straight face. If you think that’s
the way to go, then just do it! I picked this position so you could be in
charge, you know!”
Unsure of how to respond to that, Ray decided to go ahead and take action
instead. Her gaze fell to his cock once more. She rose up onto her knees,
bracing herself with a hand on Zack’s shoulder and his hands moving to hold her
by the waist. With her other hand she reached between them and grasped the base
of his cock. Zack sucked in a breath, but did nothing more. A little unsure of
herself, Ray slowly sank down, using her hand to align them properly. The
moment the head pushed inside of her Zack choked out a breath. Emboldened by
his reaction, she lowered herself more until he was fully inside of her.
Looking back up at Zack again, Ray was startled by how wrecked he already
looked. His head was still back, his eyes were screwed shut tightly, and his
mouth hung open as he panted heavily. The sight and the feeling of having him
inside of her made her shudder again, an action that had him crack open an eye
to look at her.
“Does… it hurt…?” he asked, his voice breathy.
She was quick to shake her head. “It’s a little weird though…”
He closed his eye again, apparently it being too much effort to keep it open.
“S’fine. Take your time. But hurry up!”
Ray giggled a little at the contradiction, but it seemed to help her a little.
The feeling that had made her hesitant dissipated with her laughter. With less
anxious tension in her body, she drummed up the courage to try moving. Her
first attempt involved her raising herself back up again, but that quickly
proved difficult. She wasn’t certain how big Zack was compared to others, but
she assumed he wasn’t small. Even though that was the case, he very nearly
slipped out of her entirely when she lifted herself and that caused her to slam
back down a little too hard out of panic. Zack bit out another curse.
Okay, so that option was now out unless it really was the only thing to do, Ray
figured. Her mind raced. How was she supposed to move without him falling out?
As if to answer the question she hadn’t voiced, one of Zack’s hands slid down
to her butt and squeezed it again. The action made her jerk her hips forward a
little and the both of them sucked in a breath at the feeling. Putting two and
two together, Ray slowly began to move her hips rather than her whole body. She
rolled them forward and back, setting a slow, testing pace. She could just feel
it, the way his dick moved inside of her with each little roll.
“Is… Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yeah…” he immediately breathed out. “That’s perfect.”
Emboldened by his approval, she sped up a little. After a few rolls Ray began
to feel Zack thrusting his own hips up to meet her, sinking himself even deeper
inside than before. They were quick to find a good rhythm, and Zack’s hands
held her tight to ensure she remained steady on his lap. It wasn’t long before
Ray’s bedroom began to echo with the sounds of Zack’s choked gasps and groans.
Much to Ray’s surprise, she too couldn’t keep quiet. Her voice practically
spilled from her lips in short whines and breathy gasps.
Something did begin to trouble her after several thrusts, however. While having
Zack’s hands on her felt wonderful, and having him inside was amazing, she
couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. Zack had always been the
noisier of the two, but the sounds she found herself making didn’t compare at
all to the ones that tore themselves from his throat. Despite the fact that she
could feel herself throbbing with delight, she just knew that something
was…off.
“Z-Z…” she bit her lip, startled by how tough it was to speak up. “Z-Za-ack!”
she called out.
The man opened an eye to gaze blearily at her. She didn’t know how to voice
what she wanted, didn’t even know what it could be that she wanted, but he must
have been able to tell that she wasn’t quite satisfied just from the look on
her face. With another curse Zack moved a hand from the bruising hold he had
had on her hips. He slid it up her thigh and beneath the sweater she still
wore. She watched curiously, her thighs trembling under his touch. Their
movements never stopped despite the unknown thing he was trying to do. Ray felt
his fingers brush over her crotch, and she would have been embarrassed if he
wasn’t already inside of her.
She nearly screamed the moment his thumb found its way between her folds and
pressed against her clit. She quivered and her hips stuttered a little as he
rubbed her more. Ray felt more than heard Zack chuckle and his hand shifted so
that his middle finger rubbed against her instead, and Ray had to bite her lip
to even have a chance at stifling her voice.
They continued on this way, Ray rolling her hips and ultimately rubbing herself
against his fingers, and Zack bucking up to meet her halfway and to curl his
hand just right to continue stimulating her. It didn’t take all too long before
Ray suddenly felt her whole body seize up and her breathing hitched. Her
vision, despite her eyes having snapped shut the moment Zack touched her clit,
went white. She heard Zack swear just before she very nearly went limp.
“Shit shit shit, fuck! Ray!” Zack snapped. He more than a little roughly moved
her off of him until he had completely slid out of her. Before Ray could even
begin to ask why he had done that, he tore off the bandages on one of his hands
and furiously stroked himself the moment his palm was exposed. It only took a
few jerks before he came over the bandages on his stomach.
Zack slumped back and gasped, completely out of breath. Ray wasn’t in much
better shape, although her confusion over being moved so suddenly had helped to
clear some of the fog in her head. Her hand was still shaking profusely as she
reached out and touched his cheek.
“Zack…?”
“Huh?”
“…Nothing. I don’t…know why I asked…”
“Huh?! What’s with…with that?” he opened his eyes and glowered down at her.
“I guess… I guess I just wanted to know if you were okay?”
Zack spat out a laugh. “Am I okay? After that?! Ray, I think you need to have
your fuckin’ head checked.” He groaned and sat upright. “I’m pretty sure I’m
dead. Yeah. I really must have had a heart attack when you opened your door and
I first saw you. I think I’m actually in hell right now.”
Ray frowned. “Was it…was it that bad?”
Her question was met with a half-assed smack upside the head. “No, you idiot!
It was amazing!”
Ray blushed again and she rubbed the spot he had hit. “Oh…” the faintest of
smiles graced her features. “That’s good… I was worried it had only been good
for me.” Zack stared at her for a long moment. Ray tilted her head curiously.
“What?”
He shook his head. “Nothin’. Your eyes still look dead even when you’ve just
had sex, is all. To be blunt, it’s pretty fuckin’ impressive.”
She frowned. “I’ll try harder next time.”
“Don’t bother.” He stated, waving her off. “I’m used to it. Doesn’t bother me.
As long as you can still smile before I kill you, that’s all I care about.”
Somehow Ray felt a little flutter in her heart. “I will. I’ll make sure my
death is good for you, too.”
Zack ruffled her hair playfully, if a little too roughly. “I know you will.” He
leaned in and kissed her softly. “We should go to sleep now, though. It’s
late.”
“Wait. I don’t want my bed to get dirty.” Ray protested, looking at the soiled
bandages on his lower stomach.
 Zack followed her gaze. “Shit! You’re right. That is gross.”
Ray climbed off the bed and Zack followed suit. He pulled his pants and
underwear back up and allowed Ray to help him remove the bandages in question.
She went to retrieve new ones, but he told her it could wait until morning.
Instead she reached to untie the strings at the back of her neck. She heard
Zack sputter and turn away while she undressed herself.
“You can look.” She told him.
“I’ve already died once today. I’m good.”
Ray shrugged and fetched some tissues from beside her bed in order to wipe
herself off with. She wasn’t too wet, but just enough that she would be
uncomfortable. After which she finally put on her pajamas and told Zack that
she was decent again. The two of them went back to her bed and Zack flopped
himself unceremoniously down onto it. Ray took up her side and slid beneath the
sheet. She was about to close her eyes and settle into sleep the way they
always had, but she felt a hand tug at her shoulder. She looked up at Zack and
he rolled onto his side, facing her. She got the idea right away and happily
nestled herself against him, burying her face in his chest. He wrapped an arm
around her, and the two soon fell asleep that way.
End Notes
     Again, this fic was partially inspired by these_sketches.
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