Ah... How Time Flies, This Was 3 Weeks Ago... Scratch That, 1 Month Ago. Now It's Grown Into Unruly Mess

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In the Name of Science

For @agnesamarantheastwood who suggested this idea and allowed me to run with it.

Summary: Peter brings a lab coat home one day. It gives you an idea. How could you pass up a chance to drive him wild?

Warnings: afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), lots of bad chemistry puns, penetrative unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), did I say bad chemistry puns already? This went from smut to fluff to humor at the end.

“Welcome home Mr. Parker,” You said upon your fiancé entering the apartment you and him shared. He put down his bag (full of papers) and gave you that small, forced smile that instantly told you it had been a long day.

“Long Friday?” You asked, taking your attention away from the stove.

“Oh you know, the usual. Did you know you can say to your students “this material is corrosive; it will burn through fabric’ ten times and they’re still shocked when it burns a hole through their lab coat?” He held up the lab coat, which had a small but noticeable hole in it.

“I’m sorry babe."

“It’ll be an easy fix. Besides, I should start washing these regularly. I forgot how bad teenage B.O. is,” He said, throwing it over the chair. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Whatcha making sunshine?” He asked, his breath hot on your neck.

“Just some salmon cakes.” This was your routine- Peter would come home and wrap his arms around you, whether you were watching TV or cooking dinner.

“I missed you,” He murmured into your neck.

“I missed you too my love,” You said, flipping the salmon cakes so one side wasn’t burned.

Your eyes darted to the table, landing on the lab coat.

An idea popped into your head.

A different idea. A spicy idea. An idea that made you inadvertently squeeze your thighs together.

“You okay sunshine?” He asked, squeezing a hip.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You brushed off. Fuck, could he tell?

“Mmmm, your heart’s racing fast.” His large hand trailed down to your thigh, which was bare thanks to the shorts you had on. Despite years of dating, you always forgot how Peter’s ‘Spidey senses’ can detect the slightest change in you.

“My heart’s beating fast because you’re very distracting right now and the last thing I want is dinner to burn.” It convinced him enough to let go and start pulling out plates.

“Can you grab the buns?” You motioned to the ones you had gotten from your favorite deli. You turned your attention back to the stove. You felt two large hands grab your ass. You didn’t even need to turn around to know what was going on.

“Really Peter?”

“You said grab the buns. You didn’t say which buns,” He teased. You couldn’t see it, but you could practically hear the smirk in his voice

Just wait, is what you wanted to say. But why ruin a surprise?

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On Saturday, you eyed Peter as he sat at the kitchen table. He had his sewing kit out and was stitching up the lab coat. God, he was hot. It was truly ridiculous. He was hunched over, bottom lip between his teeth, brow furrowed in concentration.

It only encouraged your desire to go through with this idea.

“Babe, I’m going out to run a few errands. Do you need anything?” You asked.

“Can you get more white thread? Feel like I’m going to need some more after I patch this up,” He said, not even taking his eyes off the coat in his hands.

“Sure thing! See you soon love!” You walked out, otherwise he’d see the Cheshire Cat-like grin you had on your face.

It was exciting. You had brought matching sets before, but nothing quite this extravagant. You were thankful your friend forced you to take the card of the shop they used their for wedding night.

It was time to have some fun.

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When you came back, you saw the lab coat was now patched up and lying on the couch.

"Do you need me to wash this?" You asked, not even hesitating to grab it and hold it over your arm, conveniently covering the bag that contained your surprise.

"Sure, that would be great! I should get going on grading these lab reports," Peter motioned to the stack of papers he had on the coffee table.

"Better to do it now than later! Don't want your students passing notes to me, asking if I can get you to grade their papers," You teased as you walked back to the bedroom you and Peter shared.

"That was one time!" He paused, "....or two."

"Or three!" You yelled out from your bedroom. Peter had a pile of lab reports and tests that would keep him busy while you did laundry and got ready.

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"How go the lab reports?" You called out from your room. You had been keeping an eye on Peter in-between doing laundry. He had remained on the couch, grading away. A benefit of when Peter hyper-focused was it made putting on surprises very easy.

"I'm almost done!" Peter called out.

So am I, you wanted to say as you buttoned the last one on the lab coat. It came down to your knees, making your thigh highs look more like stockings. You almost considered wearing Peter's glasses to complete the look, but you figured the heels and pony tail would be enough.

"Hey Pete, could you help me with something?" you asked, slowly walking out of the bedroom and into the living room.

"Is there another bug in the bathroom?" He asked, not looking up from the paper he was grading.

"No, it's actually a science experiment I need help with," you stood in front of the couch. His eyes met yours, a smile appearing on his face.

"If it's 'do I make a cute scientist', the answer is yes," He said, grinning. You shook your head and walked over to the couch.

"I have a hypothesis that I want to see if it's true or not," you explained coyly.

"And what's your hypothesis?" He asked, putting his papers to the side.

"I hypothesize that," you slid down, straddling his waist, "you're going to lose your mind once you see what's underneath this coat."

He gulped, his eyes now on the buttons of your lab coat.

"A-and what data do y-you have to back up this hypothesis?" Peter was trying, he really was. But after several years of being together, you knew you had the upper hand. You were his weakness. You could make him go from cool, confident and cocky to a stuttering, whimpering mess.

At this point, you didn't even try to hide how much you loved it.

"Similar experiments in the past have yielded similar results," you explained, "Why don't we get started?"

His hands were shaking as he moved them to the top of the lab coat. He unbuttoned one, then the second. Upon the third button, you could hear him gulp as soon as the black lace of your bra was revealed.

"That's...…that's new," he managed to get out.

"it's not the only thing I got," you grinned.

"Keep going Peter," you instructed.

"Fuck," you heard him whisper. You couldn't hide your grin.

"So is my hypothesis accurate?" You asked.

"I don't think the experiment is done sunshine," his hands were moving quicker, but still shaking. His eyes widened when he saw the black garter belt which revealed you were wearing thigh highs, not stockings.

Once the final button was undone, you leaned back, placing your hands on his knees to show off the set you had gotten and to take in Peter's expression.

He was trying, trying really hard not to lose it. But his heavy breathing was telling you otherwise. You couldn't help but feel like you were on display, with the way his eyes were looking all over, burning into your skin. He licked his lips, like he wanted to devour you whole.

You were more than happy to oblige.

His hands slid past the coat, cupping your breasts. You bit your tongue as he thumbs moved across your nipples, causing them to stiffen. Which was very obvious thanks to the thin, sheer fabric.

"So...have we reached a conclusion for our experiment?" You asked. You knew he knew how turned on you were. And yet, you were still determined to have the upper hand.

"Yeah," he looked at you, a smirk appearing, "The conclusion is you're way too fucking hot."

You grinned, "So I'm an exothermic reaction? Spreading hotness everywhere?" You motioned to the tent that had formed in his grey sweatpants.

He cocked his head to the side, confused as to whether he should be turned on or not, "Are....are you making chemistry puns?"

You couldn't help but giggle, "It's a chemistry lab coat! And you're a chemistry teacher," you leaned in so your breath was hot on his ears, "and I know it turns you on when I'm simultaneously cute and hot at the same time."

"You should be careful about adding more variables to your experiment, dear," Peter grunted.

You felt him grab the back of your thighs. Instinctively, you threw your arms around his neck. Your instinct was on point, as the next thing you knew, Peter was carrying you over to the kitchen table. The table you may or may not have cleared off in anticipation of this.

He sat you down. It caused him to lean down, which made him at eye level with you. This made kissing much easier. Not that his lips were on yours for long.

You let out a shudder once you felt his teeth nipping at your neck. His hands were all over, making their way from your breasts to your hips. You felt his fingers fumble with the straps of your garter belt, snapping them off the thigh highs. You lifted your hips so it was easier for Peter to slide your now very soaked panties down your legs. You motioned to the lab coat.

"Please keep it on, you're fulfilling like four different fantasies I've had since high school," He said in between pressing kisses into your exposed thighs.

You were about to make a snide remark, but then his mouth was on your core, lapping up your wetness and suddenly you forgot what words were. You tangled your fingers into his chestnut hair, tugging on his soft locks.

The moan he let out against your cunt was guttural and the vibrations it sent up your body caused you to arch your back.

"Fuck P-Peter, feels s'good," You praised, knowing it would turn him on even more.

He continues his assault on your cunt, too wrapped up in how divine you taste to make a bad chemistry joke. He had been able to smell you from the bedroom, before you even came out. In hindsight, he was glad he didn't ruin the surprise. But god, was he desperate for you.

"P-,Peter," you whined, tugging on his hair to get attention, "w-wanna c-come w-with you inside me. Please."

He shook his head, pulling away, "Gotta get my pretty little scientist ready for my cock."

Peter dove back in between your thighs. You arched your head back, careful not to hit it against the table (you had done that before). Despite the little clothing you were wearing, you felt hot. Everywhere.

Weren't you supposed to be the one running the show here?

When you felt two fingers inside of you, you stopped caring. He stretched you out, working that spot that made you breathless. The thoughts in your head were fuzzy and warm. You had lost control of your body with you legs shaking and thrashing against Peter's head. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trying to keep you in place.

Every nerve felt like it was on fire. The fabric of the lab coat provided friction against your back and shoulders. The neighbors could probably hear how much you enjoyed this and you could expect a noise complaint in your mailbox in two to three business days.

Actually, given how loud you moaned out Peter's name when you came, that noise complaint was probably going to arrive with priority mailing.

Peter would normally continue to lap you up. Try to make you come at least once or twice more. As much as he loved making you fall apart from pleasure, he needed you.

You could tell by the way he quickly moved from your thighs to hovering over your upper body.

"Fuck you're hot," You whispered, breathless.

"I'd say you're a pretty perfect arrangement in atoms too," He grinned, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweats.

You were so stunned that he had made a chemistry joke that you didn't notice him lowering his pants and boxers. It was when he grabbed your thighs to pull you to the edge of the table that you realized that you had achieved your goal.

Peter Parker was fucking you while you wore a lab coat. He wasn't the only one who's had science-themed fantasy since high school.

You couldn't help but smile.

"Is someone happy they're getting fucked?" He asked, his voice low and hushed.

"You must be a diamond," You bit your lip to hold back a moan, "because I gave you a hardness of 10."

He rolled his eyes, a smirk still evidence on his face. Peter increased the hardness he used to thrust into you, gripping your thighs harder.

You grinned. You wondered if you could get him to crack.

"You're hotter than a Bunsen burner. A-all t-the way t-turned u-up," He didn't even wait for you to finish the joke before he began to pound into you. He eyes were narrowed in concentration but you could see the edges of his mouth turning upwards. There was a warm gleam in his eyes, the kind that made you feel soft, safe, and loved.

"Even the Kelvin scale couldn't-"

"I can't wait to marry you," He said quickly, before bending down to press his lips against yours. You nodded your head feverishly, your fingers snaking into his hair.

His lips trailed up, resting on your forehead. It was that sweet, intimate display of affection, combined with how his cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, that did you in. The grip you had on his hair tighten as you came.

It wasn't the only grip you had on him.

A string of obscenities left his mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Suddenly, he stilled, emptying out inside of you.

For the next few minutes, the two of you laid there, trying to catch your breath. Heavy panting filled the room. Peter pressed small kisses into your jawline.

"You know, I hear chemists do it on the table-"

"Periodically?" Peter finished for you. You raised an eyebrow. He shrugged in response.

"I teach chemistry. You think I wouldn't know the most basic pickup line?" He pretended to be insulted. You grinned, shaking your head against his cheek.

"You use them so well....almost like you've used them on someone else before," you teased.

"Just an this amazing, beautiful woman who wore lingerie under a lab coat for me."

"Huh, sounds like you should marry her," You rested your forehead against his. Now it was his turn to grin.

"I am. I am going to marry her," he gently rubbed his nose against yours. He sighed, happily. Peter looked completely at peace. It was your favorite look on him. It was a look you wished you could keep him in forever. It's what he deserved.

The two of you laid there, smiling and staring into each other's eyes. You enjoyed it before realization set in.

"We're going to need to wash this lab coat again, aren't we?"

"Oh, one hundred percent, Peter. Though it is your turn to wash it."

"Oh, so we're taking turns now?"

One thing that I really, really loved about Shang Chi was the representation of what Asian families are really like— basically the concept of “tough love.”

I actually watched the film with my dad the first time and even he liked the film even though he doesn't usually like films with a lot of fiction and CGI. I kind of feel like it is because he is the kind of father that Wenwu was to some extent (he didn't train me to be an assassin but you get the point).

The film in itself was so, so relatable.

The way that Wenwu sent his men to kill Shang Chi just to test him— Asian dads expect their children to be the best— but the fact that he was right there keeping an eye on the fight tells you that he definitely wouldn't have let his son actually get hurt even if he lost.

Wenwu shunning Xialing constantly after Ying Li’s death but training Shang Chi reflects how in most Asian families, the boys are expected to be tough and the girls are expected to be quiet and demure.

Xialing teaching herself to fight better than the boys, and ‘building an empire of her own’ is pretty accurate in that girls have to work so much harder than boys and make their own future if they want to have one at all. And even after Wenwu comes to collect his children, he barely acknowledges her and that hurt me so much because of the ACCURACY. Even though she was more successful than Shang Chi, her father didn't pay any heed to her. In Asian families, it's kind of the norm for parents to expect the son to support their family and never the daughter, even if the daughter is more successful. It's a matter of pride when the son achieves something but not when the daughter does.

Even though my own family is comparatively supportive, I've also had to hear it from my parents about how I don't have to worry about having to support the family or earning enough because that's my brother's responsibility. And my brother is eight fucking years younger than me.

And like I said, my parents are pretty supportive when it comes to studies. I guess that's just a deep rooted belief that's not going away anytime soon.

Then there's that scene where young Shang Chi is practising his punches, his knuckles are bleeding and Wenwu notices that and tells him to stop. Then he even cleans his son's cuts himself. This scene shows you that he does love his son and that he's not just some sadist or anything who loves to torture his child.

It's also one of my favourite scenes in the film because of this reason. It established Wenwu as a grey character and not just as a villain. He wasn't the best father, but he was a father to Shang Chi, he did love his children.

There's rarely an open display of affection from parents to children in Asian families. Especially not from fathers. But that doesn't mean that they don't love you. My father has never even hugged me once, unless it was for a photograph or something. He never ever praised me for scoring well in my exams but when I didn't score that well, he would criticize me endlessly. That sounds harsh, but I do know he's proud of me. He'll say that to others but never in front of me. He'll buy me stuff that I want but also keep comparing me to others. He is barely aware of what's happening in my life, what my interests are. He wants me to do what he wants me to do in life, and fulfill his dreams more than he wants me to fulfill my own. Even though I'm an adult, I'm supposed to live by his rules. But whenever I get even just a bit sick, he gets so worried and treats me like a baby. Just because he doesn't seem to care doesn't mean he doesn't actually care. And that's the deal with most Asian parents.

They will push you and keep pushing you to the edge but pull you back just before you break.

Just like Wenwu did in that scene. He kept making Shang Chi practise, but stopped him when he was bleeding.

And then there's the fact that Wenwu had a bad temper which is so typical of Asian dads lmao

They do and say things in their anger that they regret later but they also don't know how to apologise, so they just start treating you nice.

In the final battle, when he's fighting his son, he literally shows no mercy. But you just know that Wenwu is confident that his son won't get killed. And in case he did, Wenwu would never ever have forgiven himself for what he did in his rage.

Asian parents can't stand it if you dare speak up against them. But they have the right to say whatever they want to you and blame you irrationally. Wenwu blames his son for Ying Li’s death even though he was just a child because he's blinded by grief. He doesn't see any reason why his wife had to die and so he blamed his own son. When Shang Chi tells him that he wasn't there for them, you see him start to understand his feelings. But when he says that his mother wouldn't want him anymore because of who he's become, he gets pissed. Because how dare his son say something like that to him.

Even after he blasts Shang Chi into the lake, you see him contemplating whether he should save him or not but then he hears Ying Li’s voice and decides to rescue her first.

When the monster is freed though, Wenwu doesn't hesitate even a second to save his son. And then he gives him the rings. I suppose it was his way of apologising for the mess he realised he had made when he saw that he was truly just imagining Ying Li’s voice to be calling to him, that she was no more, that he hadn't been there for his children when they needed him and that he had unleashed a soul sucking monster on top of that. Asian dads don't know how to apologise.

When the Dweller in Darkness is sucking his soul, Wenwu’s last memory is of Shang Chi as a baby. And that's so important because no matter how old you are, Asian parents will always see you as a child.

And after his father dies, Shang Chi is distraught inspite of all their misunderstandings and even though his father traumatized him for so many years of his life.

And I swear that's exactly what your relationship with your parents is like in an Asian family. You may disagree with them four times a day, have a huge argument twice a week. But in the end, there's love even if it is rarely expressed and buried under all those strict commands and stern glances.

My panties just magically disappear ...

Chris Evans behind the scenes of Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

Special thank you to all the fanfic writers that turned me into a slut™️ w/ a daddy kink that only likes older men ….

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned