#mature fluff

[plzneverfindme]

[plzneverfindme]

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tempting fate (smut, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/12944478?view_adult=true

cause you’re the trouble i want (mature fluff, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/13184520?view_adult=true

conflict of interest (fluff, teacher!au, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/11772699?view_adult=true

horror and chill, baby (smut, college!au, shyan) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12514416?view_adult=true

we went to an orgy and we didn’t have sex (well, kind of) (mature fluff, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/13391070/chapters/30674295

thank you, satan (smut, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/13709424

breathe out so i can breathe you in (smut, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/12470120

bruises and bitemarks (smut, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/13872882

lead me down to the edge (smut, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/13800327

first, i have to be alone with you (smut, shyan): https://archiveofourown.org/works/12544352

[maytherainbowbewithyou]

According to Plan Clint/Coulson TeenVengers

 Tony glanced at the clock and grinned. Phil would be here any minute. He turned back to Clint who was still standing in front of the mirror, twitching about nervously. Looking at the other teen Tony couldn’t help but feel rather proud of his handy work. He'd put the blond in a form-fitting, dark purple (it was his comfort color) button up and a pair of black jeans that fit him in all the right places. The combat boots wouldn't have been his first choice but they worked well enough and Clint wouldn't part with them.

His grin only grew when the doorbell rang, but Clint on the other hand seemed like he was about to go crawl in a hole and hide for the rest of eternity, which at this point in their friendship really wouldn't surprise Tony. “Oh come on, “ he grabbed the other teens thicker wrist, handed him his leather jacket and proceeded to pull him down the stairs to where Phil was waiting with Jarvis.

Phil looked up at him and the moment his eyes landed on his date they never left. Another swell of pride filled Tony and he pushed the two together. He had already planned out their night for them, but this only enforced his strong belief that Clint was getting laid tonight.

Clint smiled up at Phil as they walked to the car, trying not to seem as nervous as he felt. This was his first ever real date and he couldn’t help but worry that he would screw it up some how. That would suck majorly cause he really liked Phil. His smiled turned into a bright blush though when he saw the way the older man was staring at him.

He was going to kick Tony's ass when he got home. For now though he pushed that thought aside as they made their way to the restaurant, making small talk the whole time. He was beginning to feel really comfortable. However when he saw the restaurant they were going to he was returned to the idea of kicking Tony's ass, hard, very hard.

This had to be one of the most expensive restaurants he had ever seen, not that he had seen many. It did help though that Phil looked just as astounded as he felt. They were lead inside then out to a table on a balcony where there dinner was waiting with a bottle of wine and candles. Clint wanted to crawl under the his blankets at home and never come out again. He felt horribly under-dressed, Phil was at least wearing a suit and looked a lot less out of place. He really didn't get why his best friend had insisted on him wearing this if they were begin sent to a place like this.

Clint was avoiding eye contact when they sat, looking every where but at his date and Phil rolled his eyes knowing what the other was thinking. “You look great, by the way,” he said like it had just occurred to him and the corners of Clint’s lips twitched upwards as his face flushed slightly.

“Oh, thanks. I’m pretty sure the people here have never seen anyone like me,” Clint chuckled, looking up at him through his lashes.

“Their missing out then,” Phil returned with a smile before he poured them both a glass of wine.

Dinner was actually really good and the mood between them shifted as the time went by. The next thing Clint knew he was holding on of Phil's hands over the table as they talked about nothing and the other one was slowly inching up his thigh. Clint shifted and tired not to blush. His boyfriend had never been this forward about anything and he didn't know what to blame because it certainly wasn't the wine, considering that Phil had just barely finished his first glass.

He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when soft music began to play. It confused the hell out of him but it made Phil smile. He watched as the older man stood and held his hand out to him invitingly. “May I have this dance?” He asked in a velvety voice and there was no way Clint could say no.

He took the proffered hand and stood, muttering a warning. “I don't know how to dance to this kind of music,” he admitted as Phil pulled him close, moving a hand to rest on his lower back while continuing to hold on to Clint’s with his other.

He smiled when Clint put a hesitant hand on his shoulder. “Just follow my lead.”

For the first minute Clint stared at Phil's feet as they went, careful not to accidentally step on him until he finally got the hang of slow dancing. When he finally had the basics down he lifted his head, blue eyes locking with Phil's. They stared into each others souls as they danced, making slow, lazy circles around the balcony.

When the song ended Phil leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Clint’s smiling lips. He had meant for it to be quick and innocent, but the teens moved his hand from Phil's shoulder to the back of his head, using it to pull him closer. The kiss turned passionate and heated as Clint's body pressed against him and his lips parted to Phil's questioning tongue.

They were both red faced and breathing heavily. Phil was actually the redder of the two and stood straight once more, adjusting his tie. “Perhaps we should leave.”

“Your place?” Clint suggested. Tony would be so proud of him.

Phil smiled and nodded, hoping he'd read the blonds implication correctly. He took Clint’s hand in his and lead, thanking the people who worked there on his way out.

The car ride this time was rather quiet, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one, more like a nervously excited one and they never let go of one another's hand. Phil would trace small circles on Clint’s skin with his thumb and the other would respond with a light squeeze and a smile. It was nice. Even they both knew what was coming neither of them were having any issues with the thought, which was saying a lot.

Phil had always been quite unnerved when he thought about how he and Clint would eventually have to take this step in their relationship. It wasn't the act itself that made him uncomfortable, but the after. Clint meant a lot to him and he didn't want to ever do anything that could somehow hinder what they had. He was ready to take that step now though and he could tell that Clint was too which was all he really wanted.

Clint scrambled out of the car when they arrived at Phil's place and he could feel the butterflies begin to flutter in his stomach again. It was a good kind of flutter though, not the kind that made him want to heave his internal organs out. It was an excited nervous, the kind that made him jittery and smiley, something he definitely wasn't used to.

They went straight for the bedroom, shedding their shoes and jackets, and tie in Phil's case, on the way there. Clint stood by the bed and stripped out of his shirt and jeans, leaning only his boxers as his boyfriend went to the bathroom to retrieve the necessary items. When Phil returned with a bottle of lube and a condom he stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of the younger man who smiled at him warmly and sat down on the bed, scooting back so there would be room for him to join him.

Phil felt his body begin to heat and he strode over to the bed where he set the things on the bedside table for later use before stripping down to just his boxers as well. He nudged Clint’s legs apart and knelt between them before he pushed him down so that he was hovering over him. He dipped his down and kissed his boyfriend , a kiss that only deepened when Clint’s strong arms locked around his neck, pulling him closer.

Their kisses grew hotter and long as they went until they were both slightly lightheaded and panting. Phil rested his forehead on Clint’s and smiled down at the misty-eyed teen who was slowly coming undone. He moved down then kissing at the exposed throat, his hands exploring the body beneath him, memorizing every dip, bump and scar. Especially the scars. He would run his thumb across everyone he found then move his lips down to runs his lips over it, delighting in the way it would make Clint shiver and whine.

“Phil,” Clint pleaded softly as the delicious, slow torture continued. His boxers had gotten unbearably tight and if the other man kept doing what he was doing Clint was pretty sure he would lose his mind. He'd never been touched like this. Like he was something precious and fragile, meant to be handled with love and care. It made his heart hurt in a way Phil could only ever do. “Please?” he murmured next when his lover looked up at him, the need and desire to move on implied by the tone of his plea. He knew Phil wanted this to be perfect, but for him it already was. This was more than he had ever dreamed yet and barely anything had happened yet.

Phil smiled up at him, something he could get used to seeing really quickly, and moved up to kiss him again. The kiss spoke volumes. It spoke of the desire, need and adoration they felt for one another but most of all it spoke of love, a love neither of them had ever fathomed experiencing in their life. Clint’s lifted his hips to help Phil remove his boxers and watched as he pulled away to open the bottle, coating three of his fingers.

He moved his hand down to Clint’s puckered entrance as the blond spread his legs wider, showing of how flexible he really was. Phil pulled off his own boxers as well while he repressed a shudder as he began to image all the other things the younger man could do and distracted himself by pushing one finger in slowly. He worked it slowly, stretching the tight muscles to create room for the next one. By the time he was able to slide the next one in Clint was biting at his bottom lip, watching him intently.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he began to work them, gradually scissoring them wider and wider.

Clint’s breath hitched and he struggled to get his words out. “You, you can go, go faster you know.”

“I know, but I don't want to hurt you,” Phil replied softly as his fingers slipped even deeper into the tight, velvet heat that was his lover.

Clint blushed slightly and let out a soft moan when Phil's third finger slid in, brushing against all the right spots. He threw an arm over his face and grumbled when he heard the older man chuckle. “What?”

“You're adorable,” Phil said as he pulled his fingers out, meanwhile opening the condom with his other hand. He slid it on and slicked it up then lined up as Clint sputtered for words.

“I am no-!” Clint’s protest was cut of by a loud moan that was a mix of pleasure and pain as Phil pushed inside him with one quick thrust. His arm flew from his face to grasp at the blankets tightly as his eyes scrunched shut and he arched of the bed.

Phil stroked Clint’s trembling thighs gently and watched as he slowly relaxed once more. When the teens breathing settled back to a mostly normal state he smiled up at Phil and nodded for him to go. He smiled back and began to thrust. He started out slowly but gradually got faster, going deeper and deeper each time.

It was long before Clint became a moaning mass of ecstasy, squirming underneath him with his legs wrapped tightly around Phil's hips. He also had his arms around him as well, fingers clawing at his skin so hard he was certain the marks would last for days, but he didn't mind. He just loved the words that were coming out of his boyfriends mouth. Mostly they were scrambled praise and his name but every now and then he would catch a faint, breathy 'I love you' and his heart would flutter inside him. They didn’t last long though. Clint came first and the sight and feel of that had Phil following after him quickly.

Once they were both cleaned up they pulled back on their boxers and slid under the covers together. Clint wrapped around Phil, his head resting on the mans chest while his hand combed through his long blond hair, scratching at his scalp ever now and then. Clint couldn't ever remember being so relaxed. He moved even closer and released a content sigh.

Phil chuckled and wrapped his free arm around here. “I'm not going anywhere. I’m still going to be here in the morning.”

“I know,” Clint replied with a soft smile before he drifted of to sleep.

***

“What did you do?” Steve asked suddenly and Tony jumped, turning to find both Steve and Loki giving him a curious look.

“What are you talking about?”

“You're keep grinning like you did something,” Loki answered because he knew that type of grin better than anyone.

“It's nothing really. I just have a feeling that everything went according to plan.”

Steve and Loki exchanged a skeptical look then simultaneously rolled their eyes, making Tony laugh.