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Seven Minutes in Heaven, (Kind of?) ~ Parker Bradley (Date Everything) x Reader

Note: This is my first real fanfic ever. So, uh, be prepared for that. And my first piece of fiction I’ve posted publicly, and my first nsfw fic (obviously). So, yes, feedback is appreciated ;-; Sorry if this is out of character I at least tried to make the dialogue Accurate to what he’d say and how he would talk

ALSO I AM TAKING REQUESTS!!! You can ask them in comments or on my blog directly

Summary: For your third game with Parker to decide the odds of your love, you decide to switch things up a bit–with your own sort of game.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, (both characters are adults of course), 2nd person pov, Fem reader (use of she/her, p in v), Biting/marking, kissing, riding, missionary, slight dryhumping, brief mention of pregnancy (READER DOES NOT GET PREGNANT LMAO), both you and Parker kind of dom depending on how you look at it, semi aggressive fight for dominance, cbt (knee to the groin), fucking the tension out, they’re both control freaks + reader is a VERY VERY VERY slight sadist maybe, both are very clearly inexperienced, PARKER DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO BE SEXY WITHOUT SAYING WEIRD SHIT LIKE “OH FIDDLESTICKS"

Word Count: ~ 4,300 (I got carried away at the beginning)

Also, this fic takes place during the fourth interaction with Parker in the game, so spoilers for that.

!! 18+ BELOW THIS POINT !!

It was time for your third–and last–game to determine the odds to win the love (or hate!) of Parker Bradley, the… humanized version of your board games.

Now, board games might have not necessarily been your thing–after all, they were in the attic, dusty and untouched for so long. But something about this guy drew you in. Maybe, it was the way he snapped his teeth at you at your first meeting, like a feral (or perhaps just giddy?) little dog.

But, more enticing than that, was the nervous demeanor hiding under his overexcitement. When you found the right buttons to press to that round little brain of his, Parker would be shaking like a rat caught in a cage, face as red as the hat atop his head. Like when you suggested the two of you undress for a beach themed boardgame, or when your hand “accidentally” brushed against his while you two played chess blindfolded.

Both of those times, you won–but that wasn’t what you were really after. You won, because he clammed up, because he became a nervous mess that revealed something nobody had ever seen before.

THAT’S what you wanted.

When you meet him again, he immediately goes off about today’s game–not giving you a chance to speak. Not even a twinge of nervousness from this guy, just pure, unadulterated enthusiasm.

“Today we will be playing a popular–and COMplicated game! This is a game in the ‘euro-game’ tradition–one of resource allocation, worker placement, and cooperation between players!” He continues, “It’s based on the 20th Century Dairy Wars between England, France, and Belgium, called Cream Capitalist. We will both attempt to outproduce the cream that the other is trying to ma–”

Cream capitalist? Really? While you’re fairly certain you can make a game where the objective is to OUT-CREAM each other into something that turns Parker into a puddle, you have had enough of not being in total control of the situation.

“Why do you get to pick all the games, Parker?”

He pauses. Then, just when he’s about to speak, he pauses again, in much deeper contemplation, hand on his chin. You take the once in a lifetime chance of Parker finally being quiet to continue.

“You said, at the beginning, that the outcome of three boardgames will decide the odds of our relationship, right?”

Parker removes his hand from his chin, looking at you suspiciously. “Yessssssss? Of course I remember! I don’t just forget rules. Especially not ones that I MAKE!!! Soo, what’s the problem?”

He seems more than eager to just get to playing his freaky cream game, but you stand your ground. “But you never said you’d be the one to decide what games we play. It’s not in, the, err–rules. So, logically, because you picked the first two, I should, at the very least, pick the third.”

Parker freezes, seemingly caught off guard. Not in a flustered way; this time he’s genuinely dumbfounded. “But I… I had planned these all along! I…” He trails off, unable to defend his own logic. “Fine. You’re… right. I should have explained every aspect of my plan in full detail. It is absolutely unacceptable for the rulemaker to leave anything out!” He looks at you with a new… admiration in his gaze. For a man so consumed by rules, he seems proud of you for pointing out a flaw in his own design. If only he knew you weren’t doing this for the love of the craft. “You get to choose the third and final game. What’ll it be?!”

You respond immediately. “Seven minutes in heaven.”

Parker stares at you blankly.

“That is not.

His face grows red.

“A fucking.

“BOARD GAME.”

You wrack your brain for what to say next. You didn’t expect him to have been so strict on the whole it-needing-to-be-a-board-game deal, but, you guess that makes sense–he is a board game. “Did you know, Parker, that twister is considered a board game?”

He stands up straighter, hands now placed on the straps of his backpack. “Yes! It may not be… a traditional board game, but it is played on a large, foldable mat, which can be considered the board, in a sense.”

“Then consider the closet to be a board. That’s what everyone does, where I’m from. We consider it a board game.” Holy shit, it feels really bad to lie to this guy. But it’s not like you cheated in any of the other games! Plus, if he really doesn’t want to, you suppose you can stomach playing cream with Parker.

“Okay, that’s bullshit.”

You sigh, clearly defeated by his stubbornness. It’s hard to reason with a guy who wants to decide his REAL LIFE relationships based on a dice roll. And, maybe there’s a chance he really just doesn’t like you at all. Maybe every time you brushed his hand, or when you got undressed, he could have been… uncomfortable. Not interested, or even flustered by your actions. A pit grows in your stomach at the thought. “Okaythatsperfectlyfinewedontactuallyhavetoplayitifyoudontwanttoitwasjustasuggestion.” Anxiety claws at your chest at the thought of having made him actually dislike you.

He returns your gaze with a determined grin. “I know it’s totally bullshit. But I… I still feel bad about the mix-up with the rules. It was… like I said. Unacceptable.” He says that last word with a disgusted shudder. “You have never cheated once, even though you had every opportunity to… while I was flushed by your SILLY TRICKS. I was the only one who made a mistake. So, in return, for me attempting to brush past MY OWN RULES, I will allow you to pick a non-board game game.” He pauses, cheeks growing pink. “Including–BUT I WILL SAY, NOT LIMITED TO–sevenminutesinheaven.”

You’re conflicted. “But, you know what that entails, right? I mean, we can still play the cream game, if that’s what you’re more comfortable with. I don’t want to force you to play this game, with everything involved…”

“HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know EXACTLY what it entails!” His excitement is more unnerving than anything. Even though it seems like you’re getting what you want, it feels like he has more control of your emotions than you do of his at this moment. “And I… accept your challenge. To play this… I must say, rather exciting, non-board-game-game.”

“O…kayyy…” You’re certainly caught off guard, but not like you can complain... Fuck, pull it together. The whole point of this was to get Parker just where you wanted him–and now he’s acting like you’re where he wants you.

You both move to the closet right by the attic. The stuff on the floor, you carefully pick up and move… out. In the hallway, just for now. No time for any of that. He just watches you as you get everything, almost proudly, as if he’s handed the gamemaster’s baton to you. No, not proudly. Parker is fucking amused. He knows you’re out of your element, and is just watching you fall over yourself like an idiot. You step inside, and he follows.

You’ve never been this close to Parker before. Despite not being… fully human, you can feel his warmth, and there’s no doubt there is an entire full flesh and blood man just a few centimeters away from you. This closet might have been the worst choice in your entire house–no doubt it's the smallest, but it was the closest, and with the way Parker is looking down at you… you can’t… r,reallyy…

“Soooo, are you gonna be a good player? Are ya gonna start the timer now, or what? And, most importantly, what decides the winner?” He says the last part with an excited giggle, as if you’re playing go-fish together.

You rub your eyes, leaning your head against the wall as discreetly as you can to avoid your nose bumping against his chest. “Um… whoever steps out first loses.”

Parker puts his hand up to his chin once more. “Buuuuuut, what about the seven minute timer? What if we’re both in here when the seven minutes are up?”

Fuck. You genuinely don’t know. The whole point of seven minutes in heaven being a game is the random aspect of who you spend time with in the closet. Doesn’t really work with two people. “Alright… so, uh… if the seven minutes is up, and we’re both still in there… whoever is the highest in the air wins.”

Parker pauses, befuddled. “Highest… in the air?” His face lights up. “Ohhhh, whoever’s on top! Oooohhhohooohooo,...ho…hah.” the longer he drones on, the redder his face seems to grow, before finally stopping, staring at you with an expression you have no idea what to call.

It is clear to see, however, that at the very least, both of you are very fucking nervous.

But this is your chance! This is literally, EXACTLY what you want! But now you aren’t sure. Well, mainly you aren’t sure if he’s sure.

Parker starts again, this time in a much more… contemplative tone. You’ve never seen him so serious. “You know… you… you’ve done so much shit to throw me off my game. Don’t think that I’ll become a mess the second that timer starts. Because ohhhh, I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILL NOT!!! I won’t let you win this time. You may think I only play board games.”

Apparently he’s waiting for a response, so you just shake your head, mentally clocked out of whatever rant he’s gonna start this time.

“You… may NOT think I only play board games, but I will assure you, once again, that I can put up a fight in anything you give me! So come at me.”

“Parker, are you sure… you’re okay, with the contents of this game? I don’t want you to feel pressured to–”

He cuts you off in a frenzied yelp, balling his fists in the air. “HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I AM READY!!! I AM SOOOO READY!!! I AM READY TO KISS OR WHATEVER ELSEEE!!! ENDS UP MOTHERFUCKING HAPPENING, ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!”

In his excitement, he accidentally shuffles a few inches forward.

“BECAUSE I WILL NOT, I MEAN ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT, LET YOU GET THE BEST OF ME–euh”

He’s cut off by his own choking-sighing sound that seems to have come from somewhere deep inside his throat, and you feel something poke your stomach.

He looks down, horrified, at his own very obvious proof of arousal, and then back to your face, his jaw dropped.

Despite your surprise–(and nervousness that could even be called REAL FEAR THAT THIS IS HAPPENING)--you manage a faint, but jittery grin up at him. “...I didn’t know playing games made you this excited.”

He looks like he’s going to move, but he stays still, bulge still pressed against you.

“Why–why am I GETTING A BONER?! Jeez louise, this is embarrassing! Worst o-of all, I HAVEN’T EVEN ROLLED TO SEE HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU YET! How is this even p-possible?!”

You slide the door closed. The only light comes from your phone as you pull out the clock app.

Parker steps closer, fully pressing you into the wall, his bulge shoving itself needily into your stomach, close to your hip bone. One hand slides to the back of your neck, underneath your hair, and he dips his head down to be more level with yours. His nose brushes against yours, his breath cast against your lips so heavy that it’s suffocating. You drop your phone.

“Do you have annnnyyyy idea how worked up those stupid fuckin’ tricks of yours had me?”

Both of his hands slid up to your cheeks, squeezing them. “Do you–do you have any fucking IDEA? I could have asked you to play another game, and we would have. But do you know why I let this happen?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip is firm. You manage out a “m’noo…?”

“Because I need to get back at YOU! YOU… SLIMEBALL! Nothing you can do to me right now, is unpredictable! S-Stripping down to your underwear… during a board game… IS UNPREDICTABLE! Playing freaky blindfolded chess!”--he steps back to wave his hands around at this, as much as he can in the cramped space– “IT’S UNPREDICTABLE.”

His eyes narrow in on you. “But here… you’re all mine.”

You grab his waist, pulling him as sharply as you can into you. His bulge slams right into your stomach.

“N–ghuh, f-fuck!” Parker’s whimper, or groan, or whatever, was… a much higher pitch than you had expected. Not like he had an intensely deep, brooding voice to begin with, but this time it sounded like he was a lady squealing at the sight of a spider. Jesus fucking christ if it doesn’t make you wet. He’s so twitchy and sensitive–he rests his hand on the wall behind your head, not to get leverage over you like he was trying to before, but to steady his wobbly legs.

“Y-You…” pant ”o-oh, fiddlesticks”... “y-ya got me there, fair and square, missy.”

You grab onto his hand, as if to help him back up, but your grip is loose, and you let him wobble. Now that he’s more on your level, you bring your face close to Parker’s, and your other hand on his cheek.

Despite your own perspiration, your hand is a cool balm on his red-hot skin. You intertwine your fingers on the hand that you hold, and the hand on his cheek grips the back of his hair. Parker lets out a comical “YEOWCH!” and his hat falls to the floor.

You stare at him for a moment. He stares back, wincing and panting. God, too aggressive. It’s too aggressive for the first time, but it feels like neither of you have it in you to hold back. Maybe he does? Maybe, if you just…

You loosen your grip on his hair, pulling him up to his full height. Parker grabs your neck with both of his hands and kisses you. You place your hands on his neck–gently, this time, and melt into it. But it doesn’t last long–nothing does, with him, it feels like (though you hope at least one part of him does), and in an instant he’s on. Your neck. Well, he did warn you.

Parker sinks his teeth into your neck the moment his lips meet it, and you whimper in shock, grabbing the back of his head, and his arms move to wrap around you. Neither of you are focused on staying upright anymore, and you slam forwards with his back against the wall. His mouth peppers down kisses that often turn into mean bites all the way down to your collarbone. You stumble backwards, and slam onto the floor, with him on top of you, his arm softening the blow.

You can’t see his face very well, but a bit of the light trickling from underneath the door reflects on pearly white teeth, and the leer Parker gives looks almost animalistic for a moment. “WOW! You are SUCH a good sport! Gee, y-you even gave me the chance to get on top! And here I thought I was gonna be your BITCH for the day!”

You struggle underneath him during his gloat, but he quickly leans back down to continue his painful (but not unpleasant) ministrations on your neck, his hands sliding under your shirt to grab your waist. You attempt to reach up to shove him off, but his hands make quick work of that, leaving your waist and moving to pin your arms above your head.

You can feel the upward curve of his lips on your collarbone at your helpless whimpers. To him, it’s like winning. Or maybe he just likes the sound of you.

But his cock is still unattended to. With the desperate, jerky movements–you just know it’s aching. But so is your ego, so you lift your leg up and knee him in the groin.

He falls on top of you, but that just makes it worse for him. Now his groin is right next to your crotch, and he brings his hands back to your sides, pushing himself forward in some sort of pathetic, shaky attempt to dryhump you. His sweaty face rests against your neck, muttering intelligible pleas through his pain and arousal that makes your stomach flip. That is, until you make out what it is he’s actually saying; “I-I am… Parker… UNSHAKABLE… BRADLEY!!! Y-You… will nott…” Ugh. He’s still trembling like a leaf, and when he bites you again, you suck in your teeth and shove him off you with all your might.

He lands right next to you with an oof, and you climb on top of him, straddling his hips. His large hands move to the space on either side of him, and he pulls himself upwards, so that he’s now sat fully upright and nearly eye-level with you.

His hands, shaky, leave the floor, but instead of pushing you off so he can get on top, (which he very well could, he’s definitely at least a little stronger than you), they move to unbuckle his belt.

Your eyes meet his face. Parker is spent. He’s tired of fighting–he’s tired of playing around. And god, that’s saying something. His eyes are half lidded, and you can faintly make out the crooked smile and redness on his face. His dick aches so bad he’s forgotten you’re even in the middle of a game. One of his hands aggressively palms himself through his pants–(wait. Is he wearing tights? Wow it is really fucking embarassing that you’re going to fuck this guy)--and the other slides the belt off. It’s not long before his cock is out, fully erect and swollen. Parker hisses at the cold air that hits it. His hand wraps around the shaft, thumb circling the tip, which twitches in response.

All you can do is freeze, your eyes flickering back and forth to his aching, needy cock to his face with eyes that are clearly begging you to do LITERALLY ANYTHING. But there’s a very easy way to cover your embarrassment.

“What do you want me to do to you, Parker?”

He may be able to feel your legs shaking. Or maybe you’re so wet Parker can feel it pooling on his thigh. But his dick is out. And you swear the way he’s looking at you would make any sane person tear him to shreds if it was directed at them.

“I… I w-want…”

He tears his gaze away, his free hand covering his mouth. You grab his chin and make him face you. “What do you want? You still want to win? Is that what? You wanna win with your cock out and begging like that?” It may not be wise to challenge him, because he really could flip you over and fuck you if he ignored the aching of his dick for a little bit longer, but it was clear lust had fogged his brain past the point of reason. Plus, it was hard to resist teasing him when he had been so confident a minute ago. Wait. Wait, it’s been way longer tha–

“I w-want you to fuck me. Please?”

Oh

“I d-don’t even care about winning right now, heh… he.. U-um… ohhh boy… it just aches, really b-bad, and I’m so e-erect. And I can’t stop thinking about y-you fucking me. Right now.” The last part barely came out, his voice descending into pathetic whimpers the longer you stared at him.

You stood up, sliding your pants off. Then, your panties. You were still for a moment–both genuinely scared of ACTUALLY FUCKING YOUR BOARD GAME COLLECTION, as much as you were in, what was, at this point, a sort of sadistic pleasure of Parker’s helpless whimpers as he wordlessly begged you to just sink down onto his fucking cock already.

You crouched down, falling onto your knees, hovering just above the tip of his cock. Parker’s eyes were on you fully now.

“P-Please–oh, god, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

His hands go to your face–not to your body, your waist, or your thighs to pull you down. Your face. His hands, not too soft or rough, but a real man’s hands, a touch you haven’t felt in so long, caress your cheeks gently as he begs you to do something not nearly as innocent to him.

With an aching slowness, you sink down onto his dick, and Parker lets out a deep, breathy groan, but his voice is high and shaky. “O-Ohh… ohh fuck…” His hands move right to your waist, gripping it with a bruising strength that reminds you of how strong he might be–even if he himself doesn’t really know it. “Oh… oh dear. I’m inside you now, that’s just–FUCK”

You slide up quickly to shut him up, but it has both of you sputtering. When you fall back down, with him balls-deep in you once again, you can’t help but moan, your head falling into the crook of his neck, knees giving out completely.

You can feel him anxiously twitching inside of you, and you squirm around him, which only makes you and Parker gasp for air. You aren’t going fast enough, and it’s killing both of you–but you’re too dizzy and overwhelmed to keep up with the pace you know he needs.

“A-Aww, geez, if you keep teasing me like this, I’m gonna come without having been fucked properly… or is it just taking you this long to adjust to my cock?”

You grind onto Parker with him fully inside of you, desperate for friction. “Parker, I-I’m not trying to, I’m not trying to tease you–I’m trying t-to fuck you!” Your voice comes out in a pitiful squeal. God, saying you’re trying to fuck someone is probably the worst thing you can say during sex.

His gaze softens, and he looks up at you with a smile, though his eyes are still foggy with lust. “Here.” He places his hands under your thighs. “I’ll help you, alright? It’s not fair if you’re doing all the work.” Parker’s hands guide you with surprising ease up and down his cock. “See? I’ll help you fuck me. This is a two player game, remember?”

You can’t help but let out a squeal at the sudden and surprising loss of control as you’re lifted up by Parker’s hands, and down… and up again… “M-Mhm…” you wordlessly nod into his neck, as if he cares for a response right now. He answers your confirmation with a satisfied groan as your walls stretch around him over and over again.

You lean your head back, taking his face in the palms of your hands as he continues to lift you up and down his cock. He returns your gaze, and through the limited light you can see his cherry-red face, and blissed-out, almost… stupid expression, with Parker biting part of his lip, giggling to himself in ecstasy. Man, you just have to kiss him.

But when you do, he lurches his head away in a panicked frenzy. “STOP! STOP! I AM GOING TO EJACULATE!”

…so?

Oh.

He can’t really pull out when you’re, uh, sitting on his dick. And you aren’t wearing protection. Okay, to be fair, you didn’t think in a million years you’d end up fucking Parker today. Wait, would it matter if he came inside you? Can your board games get you pregnant? Oh, fuck, I mean, he is your stash of board games, but he also… definitely feels like a full flesh and blood man. Maybe best not to take that risk. “J-Just set me down and you can u-uh… try and pull out.”

He leans forward, carefully laying you on the ground with a gentleness you never thought possible for the overexcitable Parker Bradley, with him still inside of you. Shakily, he takes a moment to thrust into you a few more times, his hands roughly secured on your hips. “Hghh–fuck—” he pulls out, and shoots his load directly onto the closet door with something between a roar and a laugh. “T-Take… thaat…”

He collapses right onto you, and then stiffens. “Oh, shoot! You shouldn’t have let me forget!”

“Parker?” You look up at him, dazed.

“If you make me cum, I have to make YOU cum! The golden rule!”

“That’s not the–”

He shoves his still-hard cock back into you, fucking you with a new, relentless, but now calculated rhythm. “The golden rule of **FUCKING**, that is! What, you thought I’d leave you hanging?! NO! I d-don’t know how much longer I’ll be hard, but if I’m not, and you still have–”

“Parker, sh-shut the fuck up and take your shirt off.”

He immediately does as he’s told, first slipping off his vest and then removing his shirt with it. “L-Like this?” He returns back to hovering over you, thrusting, but his movements are shakier now that he waits for your approval.

“Y-Yes, Parker, that’s good. T-That’s so.. Mmh..”

He muffles your voice with a kiss, one hand on your cheek and the other beside your head as he fucks you. And, god, you’re so close now. Your walls start fluttering in an impending release, and he must notice too, because Parker grows more aggressive with his thrusts by the second–maybe in an attempt to hold on as long as he can, or maybe because of how badly he needs to please you at this moment.

“P-Parker, Parker, fuck, cover my mouth.”

“But I want to hear you! I–”

It’s already too late. Your nails dig into his back, and you let an embarrassingly loud moan that devolves into whimpers as your orgasm ebbs away. He collapses on top of you. Again.

You haven't fully ridden out your orgasm, and he’s still inside you, so your walls milk his cock for nothing, as you both lay tangled up, panting and sweaty. Parker, however, can find it in himself to speak.

“Oh, geez. Y-You… uh…” he pants. “You never started the timer.”

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