From that moment on you knew you were dead meat. With the way things looked, you wanted to up and end yourself there and then.

Your father moved in quickly, crouching down next to Peter who was now panting heavily having already made a mess in his trousers and the wet patch was only beginning to grow.

"What the hell are you two doing in here?!" Banner exclaimed, running to join your side with Thor close on his tail.

"That doesn't matter right now, we need to get Peter out of here!" Your father yelled back, eyes landing on the poor kid who was practically drowning in his own sweat.

"Can someone please explain what's going on here?!" you yelled over the panicking, eyes beginning to water as your heart jumped into your throat.

"Thor you do the honours" Your father sighed rather heavily, looking up to the long-haired man, you following your father's actions. Thor took a deep breath, standing at Peter's feet with his eyes clocking his body movements.

"This here," he gestured to the back of him where the plant was standing, "is called Sex Pollen. For myself, as I am a god, I am immune to the effects it may have on humans such as yourselves. The Aliens we battled with last month used it for recreation, as they find it difficult to reproduce on their own. For humans, the effects can be harsh, and the longer the substance stays in his bloodstream the worse it will get, possibly leading to trauma"

"So how do we get it out of him?" you yelled, voice shaking as Peter flinched beside you, his hips sliding lower along the floor as he thrust into thin air.

"Well, the only known cure is... Well... Sex"

"Of course it is" you groaned, fingers pinching your brow.

"And it has to be with the person they desire" Thor finished.

"Well, does he have a girlfriend or something?" Your father looked up to Banner and Thor, then to you. You gave him the look of 'don't look at me' before Thor gave a light chuckle.

"What's so funny?" you asked rather annoyed, looking up to the blonde man now standing with his hands on his hips.

"Well, I'm no expert but that girl appears to be you Lady Y/N" Thor smirked. You mouthed a confused 'what', looking back down to Peter. His eyes were strained on your breasts, his chest thundering with heavy breathing as he practically drooled over you. His hands were moving slowly, but you could see them making their way towards you.

"Oh, no, no - absolutely not!" Your father pulled Peter's hands back, but the power of the pollen was taking over and Peter gave your father a harsh shove, his hand retreating back and gripping your inner thigh. You gripped Peter's wrist, swallowing as you tried to push it back but he was getting needy.

"There's gotta be another way!" You wobbled on your feet as Peter continued to push on, your only advantage being that for some reason when he touched you his strength fell weak, arms turning to jelly. He was pulsating and Peter had lost track of how many time's he'd came just sitting there. He wanted nothing more than to throw you down and thrust into you until you were screaming his name, but the sane part of him screamed that - that would be wildly inappropriate.

"Unfortunately there is no other known cure unless your father and Banner can come up with one" Thor suggested, looking down to the pair sitting on the floor. Your father inhaled deeply, looking up to you.

"Thor, take Peter to his room, and I don't want you anywhere near him until this is resolved you understand?" Your father gave you a hard stare, to which you contemplated before agreeing and loosening your grip on Peter's wrist. Peter almost took the opportunity to lunge at you, but Thor was quick to wrap his arms around Peter and hoist him over his shoulder. The teenage boy kicked and screamed, "No! Please, Y/N! I need you!" while you sat there, staring at the now empty space.

"Hey, you alright?" Banner leaned down beside you, placing a subtle hand on your shoulder. Your eyes flicked over him for a second before nodding. You were shocked over everything; the boy you had loathed for so long had feelings for you?. And, not discreet ones either. Your skin shivered at the thought as a single immoral thought entered your mind. You wondered what Peter was going through right now, how he might be feeling with everything going on. You were praying your dad could find a new cure.

On the other hand, Peter had been locked away behind the safety of his bedroom door, barricaded in with locks and chains so he couldn't break free. For a while, he had resulted in banging against the door frame, crying out your name as the sweat on his shirt began to slowly drip onto his carpet. Forget 11, Peter's senses had been dialled to 30, and he was slowly deteriorating into a sexual haze. Peter was sure he would die this way because there was sure as hell no way he was getting you anywhere near him. He had just tried to grope you for crying out loud. He could hear everything, ever car that passed, every buzz of electric pulse that flowed into his bedroom light, every drop of sweat that flowed out onto the carpet. If this didn't kill him, Peter suggested he might just end it himself.

With the pulsating, Peter was finding it hard to stand and knew he would have to do something about his situation at some point. He was beginning to overstimulate and it was overpowering him. So, stripping off his shirt and kicking away his jeans, followed by his soaked boxers, he collapsed into the bedsheets with teary eyes and a rock hard member. Peter brought one arm to rest against his face while the other got to work wrapping itself around his cock. Just one touch and he was leaking again.

Peter needed no help getting off, and he was sure as hell he was hallucinating. He could hear you clear as day, and you were nowhere near him.

"Peter..."

He heard his name being called loud and clear, your breath shallow and weak as you moaned into his ear.

"Peter, ugh... Oh, f-uck..."

He couldn't help the profanities falling from his lips as his hand began to work himself faster. The heat in the room was contagious and heating him faster than being stranded in the open on a summers day, he felt like any moment he would melt. With an arm covering his eyes adding the extra darkness, he could almost see you, his eyes clocking your every movement as he slammed into you with full force, your first orgasms already passing as he continued, over stimulating the both of you but neither of you cared.

Peter squeezed his base hard as he came, hot cum shooting out and onto his chest. Usually, he'd get a few pumps, but here with the pollen taking full control, he didn't know when it would stop. Pump after pump more and more cum flowed out onto Peter's chest, hot and sticky. Eventually, he came to a gentle and stable rest, his hand falling weak as it was beginning to cramp slightly. But then your voice came again, this time an antagonising scream leaving your lips. He could practically feel your nails digging into his shoulders as he imagined you riding him, taking all of him as he filled you. And then, for the second time that night he was hard again, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Downstairs you had been waiting for what felt like hours, sitting at the dining room table with a plate of meatloaf in front of you, but to no surprise, your appetite had been thrown out the window. Shallow footsteps caught your attention as Steve headed towards you. He was like your second dad, and if he was here to lecture you about your choices you weren't up for it.

"How you holdin' up?" he sighed, gently bringing out the chair next to you and taking a seat. For the first time in a while, you moved your hands from your face, dropping them down in front of you. You truthfully had no words, but Steve wasn't going to be satisfied with no response.

"I am... So confused" you scrunched your brows together, "The kid I have hated since the first time I caught eyes with, has a crush on me?"

"Of course that's the first thing you worry about" Steve chuckled, bringing the plate of cold food towards him.

"Okay, I know there are bigger things to be worrying about, but I just can't get my head around it" you sighed, shaking your head lightly as you stared off into space.

"Well, I know you don't wanna hear this but Peter is in a lot of pain right now. I've spoken to Thor and he said Peter can go maybe 72 hours before he over-rides and this thing could... Possibly kill him"

You turned your head slowly to face him, "Your serious?"

"Deadly. He'd become so exhausted that his body would eventually cave. So... Until they find a cure we're relying on you" Steve pat your shoulder gently. Your heart jumped into your throat at the thought. You were all up for helping a friend, but this was... This was sex, and Peter wasn't exactly someone you'd say you were close with. "No pressure"

"C-cant you just find someone else?"

"I asked Thor and again he said it had to be you. It would maybe stabilise him for a while with someone else, but it wouldn't kill the infection completely. It has to be the person they're most attracted to" Steve tilted his head slightly, knowing how you must be feeling and trying to lay it on as gentle as possible. He couldn't push you to do anything you didn't want to, especially not this... But desperate times call for desperate measures.

"This is all my fault" you swallowed, a hand approaching your face to cover your mouth.

"Hey, that's not true-"

"Yes, it is! I-If I hadn't have gone in there for a stupid picture then P-Peter wouldn't be upstairs suffering right now" you turned to Steve with teary eyes and a damp nose. All he could do was sigh, as he wasn't about to fight against you. He pulled you into a hug, your head falling into his shoulder as you snivelled.

"We're gonna get through this, okay?" he reassured you, running small circles around your back. You nodded, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, "Okay"