Hi! I love the way you write your headcanons and stories ☺️, I've been following you for a while now but I never dared to comment or ask out of shame, I wanted to make a proposal if you like, you have the final decision whether in headcanons or a short story, about how Tintin would react if he were caught with Reader red-handed and how he would behave after he got caught🙈 (Caught kissing passionately with Reader, or being flirtatious, somewhat playful or something more NSFW🙈) would he get angry? would he get scared? would he pretend to be demented and pretend nothing happened?
I really love your writings 😊💖, you have complete freedom if you are not interested, I'm not going to bother, but I'd be more than happy if you like the idea.✨ And sorry if what I wrote is not understood, English is not my native language.
Once again,so so for the years that took me to write this.
We should've been in a room...
Warnings: spicy content,lots of kissing,suggestive.
[Name] = Your name (Female)
Today everything was going too…”right”
Like, you and Tintin were enjoying some time together and then Captain suddenly had an “emergency visit” to the store in the city and basically ran out of Moulinsart. It didn't take much thought to understand that probably Castaphiore was nearby and he needed to run away as quickly as possible.
And that's fine, not the first time, but then, the professor appeared and basically dragged Nestor to his lab to help him with some experiment that, in his words “need another pair of good hands” which made you and Tintin concerned due to the man’s history of inventions. After some patience and repeating the same words over and over, the professor finally said he was trying to create an intelligent pair of gloves that heats up or gets cold depending on the weather (?).
With a lighter heart and no worries, you go back to enjoy your day with your boyfriend for the first time in forever, all alone on the big Moulinsart. Cooking lunch, eating together, talking or listening to each other, being such a good time that neither you or him noticed the time passing. At 7:34pm, after eating a fulfilling dinner you two walk back to the living room. Normally you would just stay in one of the bedrooms of the house since Haddock would be watching TV and screaming at it for whatever reason, but taking the opportunity you and Tintin soon snuggle on the couch to watch something, lights off, a blanket covering your legs to keep the warmth creating a cozy atmosphere and cuddly atmosphere.
As usual, he hugs your waist,with the free hand,he hold yours,drawing lazy circles on the back of it with his thumb,getting your mind and body at ease with a simple touch. At that peaceful moment, a random thought flashes through your mind. In the beginning, holding hands was a huge deal,at least to him, consistently asking before even the slightest touch, which was funny to see considering he's “touchy” in some ways bringing a small giggle from the memory, attracting his attention.
"Hm? Is something funny darling?" — He looked at you, full attention and ears. You just smile, shaking your head softly.
“No no, just remembering when you almost never dared to touch me” . “Well, I just wanted to be sure you were comfortable and felt respected..maybe I also…felt a little shy at the time..” — a soft chuckle fell off his lips along with a small blush from admitting it out loud.
“Shy is an understatement, after our first kiss then...” — you let it linger, smiling and looking at him with these cat-like eyes that he knew all too well what those mean.
“And of course, you would never let me live that down…” — he rolls his eyes while you giggle, squeezing against his side in an affectionate gesture.
“Even after asking for permission all the time,still got red, that's something impossible to not remember~” . “Okay ok, I can see why, but it was needed for us to be here now” — he flashes his natural,soft charming smile, an inevitable act that melts you on the spot. He turns to the side, just enough to be able to tug you against his chest.
You lean on, body molding against his easily, a thing you could never get tired of, knowing how you two just fit and how his arms feel around you, safe and warm, like home. Snuggling closer, Tintin makes sure to adjust you comfortably in the embrace, keeping the arm loosely wrapped on your waist,holding you like the most precious and delicate treasure while watching whatever show was passing. “Indeed, and I love it, just like this” — your voice comes out as a whisper, likely to not disturb the intimate atmosphere that was installed through the slow dying of the conversation.
The TV, now left aside when his eyes land and focus on you, becomes just a background noise. The silence of the house, being empty and containing only the two of you created this bubble, this world inhabited only by you and him where neither of you felt capable of caring about anything other than each other for the moment. The redhead's gaze was gentle, his expression tranquil yet full of love, the same love he always made sure to show that he was the one who had the privilege of holding you like this, protecting you from anything no matter what it could be.
While his thumb caressed the back of your hand almost mindlessly, his eyes wandered over your beautiful face, absorbing every little detail. The way your eyelashes cast a soft shadow on your cheeks,the curve of your nose, how your hair frame your beautiful face just right, the sparkle in your eyes when you looked at him making his heart tighten in the best way, every tiny thing that makes you, undeniably you.
And then, his eyes fell on your lips. Unable to resist, he let go of your hand,the tip of his index finger caressing along the line of your jaw,raising your head slowly, the softness elicited a low sounding humming from you in appreciation. When his palm covers your cheek,his thumb gently brushes your lower lip. Seeing the adorably beautiful blush on you, Tintin felt his heart flutter, demonstrating how weak he was in the face of your mere existence.
“Darling…can I kiss you,please?” — and there it was, even after two years together, still asking. You let out a brief, quiet giggle and just nod with a small grin.
Guiding your face gently,the journalist finally closes the distance between you. A shiver runs through your body when your lips meet, your hand, which rests on the boy's chest, slides smoothly to his shoulder, slowly caressing and savoring how he felt under your palm.
Tintin was no different. From the first time, he made a point of savoring every second of those stolen moments of soft intimacy as if it were his last. Normally, his hands didn't move or explore for a simple reason: you're his first girlfriend. You have experience, he doesn't. Therefore, above all, the boy tries to be respectful since he doesn't know what or how to do it, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you never wanted this. God,you daydream about the day his hands finally caress your body, exploring, griping you as if you were the only thing keeping his heart beating and alive. However, again,he was inexperienced,and above all, you would never want to force him into something the redhead wasn't ready for.
But, the fact that you were completely alone inside Moulinsart did not go unnoticed by him. No captain, no professor, no Nestor nor Milu who's always on his feet, now is the best moment to try even if some nervousness is filling his mind. Gathering courage,might as well creating it from scratch, he risked moving. The left hand that had previously held your cheek slowly slid to the nape of your neck, fingers running through hair, holding it and pulling it slightly against him, unconsciously making the hairs on your neck stand on end at the touch, a clear demonstration of how your body desired him almost instinctively.
His right hand, more daring albeit careful, moved to your waist. The tips of his fingers slid around the curve, grabbing weakly. You squirmed by pure instinct, unable to hold back the sigh that escaped your throat,although, to your absolute despair, Tintin’s lacking experience thought the sigh was a negative indication that he was overstepping the limit, putting an irritating distance between your lips again.
“I…I’m sor—” . “Don’t stop” — you cut mid-sentence. Your hand not just holding, but pressing his on your waist.
Looking at you, Tintin felt his breath catch and heart pound faster. Your beautiful eyes gazed at him pleading, lovingly, and something more, mirroring his own,the soft and gentle vibe slowly changing,clear by how one looked to another. His body began to warm up,cheeks reddening from feeling the heat of your body through the hand pressed into your waist regardless of your shirt that still separated his skin from yours. It took a small moment, just a brief communication with his eyes, asking and receiving an immediate "yes" from you.
Only then,he pulled you back in,erasing the space between your lips again and your body promptly moved, yearning to be as close as possible to feel him against you, his warmth, his touch, absolutely everything you could. Your hands sought support on his shoulders so that, tentatively, you could pull him too. Almost in a trance, his body obeyed your command without the need for words, gently shifting its weight until your back rested on the soft upholstery of the sofa. The surprise was short-lived in your clouding mind,pulling your legs up and on the couch to have him properly above you.
A brief moment of clarity managed to pierce the fog in the journalist's mind, allowing him to observe the situation in its entirety. One hand still on your hip, the other, now serving as support since he was on top, the new position allowing the sheet to slip to the floor, forgotten. Things had escalated too much for someone without experience, Tintin felt somewhat hesitant,the nervousness forcing him to rethink. Of course, it was something he had wanted for a long time, but was he doing it right? Was it enough? Was you enjoying it?
Before he could overthink it further, your hand reached his cheek when you felt him tremble slightly,brushing it softly like soothing a frightened puppy, which,funny enough,clears his head like a magic only you possess over him. Too much power in your hands? Yes, and he is exactly where he wants to be. Slowly,he pulled away, pausing the kiss only to turn his face and kiss the palm of your hand, rubbing his cheek there in appreciation, a small, sweet smile appearing on your face.
“Too much on your mind?” . “Mhm, not anymore, thank you my love” — his answer sounded small, sincere and gentle,eyes half-open, gazing at you for a few brief seconds in clear admiration. Even though desire was still present, adoring you in these small moments would always have a reserved time.
Moving your hand back to his shoulder, he leaned in for another kiss. It was different in a way, pressing against your lips with more certainty and a growing intensity that surprised you because of the relatively slow start. The hand resting on your waist suddenly moved as it was given a life of its own. At first, a light caress before delicately pushing the hem of your shirt up, touching skin. The contact was electric, small but significant,pulling off a low muffled moan from you,the new sensation clouded your mind in a whirlwind of want in a state of need and greed, wanting more,wishing that no one come back so this moment would never end.
Your hands couldn't stay still. Slipping to his chest,gripping his shirt the other doing the same at his back,wrinkling the fabric, both tugging almost desperately,wanting as much contact as possible,not staying opposite of the sensations running through your body like a insisting ache only your boyfriend could sate. Encouraged by your reactions, Tintin finally took another step,riskier even. Tilting his head to the side and opening his lips just enough, you feel the gentle pressure of the tip of his tongue, as always, asking permission before anything.
By this point, your brain was turning mushy. The most that came out was a low whimper and a weak nod, enough for the boy to continue. When their tongues met and gently intertwined for the first time, Tintin let out a low, drawn-out grunt as the hold on your waist tightened, sending your mind into a spiral. The grip made you feel his fingers sink into your skin, unfortunately not enough to leave a mark, but the sensation was enough to cause a particular growing heat lower in your stomach and a slight tremor to run down your legs.
The movement at first was experimental, even when just an attempt,the journalist felt drunk. His brain worked over time to take in it all,your warmth against his fingers,your lips,the heat and wet feeling of your tongues tangling up slowly but surely, the low sighs that refused to be held back in your throat, the way you also sought for him. It was new, exciting, and so,so good, because it was you. His girlfriend, the only one capable of capturing his heart in such a way that if you asked for the world,he would make sure to hand it to you on a golden plate,a small proof of how deeply in love he was and in this moment that he waited for so long,he left all thoughts for later,closing in deeper into this bubble,in you.
With one knee, he weakly pushed your leg up, which, without resistance, opened a little more space so that their bodies could finally fit together as one,his hips finally able to ground down and forward,dragging a low muffled dream like noise from both. As you felt him press your body against the sofa cushions with a little more firmness, a moan almost escaped your lips if he hadn't taken them in another kiss after a brief pause, muffling the sound he would absolutely remember.
In the dark living room, the only light that partially illuminated their two bodies on the sofa came from the still-on, albeit forgotten TV. Their bodies served as a source of warmth for each other, their clothes becoming too restrictive, making them sweat even though the surrounding air was cold. Their lips parted for a few seconds, enough for a small shaky breath before clinging to each other again, time passing unseen and unnoticed.
Their tongues moved intensely now. In a rhythm created by them and only for them, in a mixture of need and a love so undeniable that it burned in a passion that before was only gentle touches, holding hands and embraces. His taste-bud finally explored, entwining itself against yours, wanting to discover every new detail,your taste already becoming his favorite, moving his head to fit perfectly, memorizing every sound you let out, the shiver of your skin every time his hand moved up your ribs and the way your legs shook when he suddenly moved forward causing a friction,small but enough to taunt,like showing what could truly be happening.
It was hot, steamy, needy, and desperate all at once. Only after God knows how long you two finally moved apart again. Breathing heavily,shaky like someone who has just run a marathon twice, lips a little red and swollen, faces flushed, clothes crumpled from the movement, your hair messy, pupils dilated, but both of you smiling. Perhaps from happiness or euphoria — not that you really cared about the meaning — his forehead on your shoulder, closing his eyes just a second to gather himself.
“..Gosh….[Name]...” — Your name rolled off his tongue as a breathy prayer, leaving him speechless for a moment after his first ever make out session. "...you..I..love you,darling. I love you so…so much.." — His voice still carried that hint of breathlessness and husky,his warmth breath hitting the skin of your neck making you shiver by how hyperaware you are after the sensory overload you both passed through. He stayed there, mesmerized like everything that just happened was a dream that he's deceiving to wake up and lose perfect moment. You laugh weakly, smiling and kissing his cheek.
“I love you...just as much, Tintin” — You breathe out,still reeling from everything. If he wasn't already red, those words in that weak, breathy, happy tone of yours would make him become a tomato. He smiled too even when you couldn't see it, slowly raising his head back up to stare down at you,those soft blue eyes now narrowed slightly in that cheeky way of his.
"just as much? Lucky me…” — His voice linger in a low whisper,meant only for your ears,hand already moving to the back of your head. “Care to prove it, my dear?" — He flashes a small charming grin, fueled with confidence and with his usual underlying soft playfulness, ready for another make out session, aiming to make the next better than the last as soon as your lips collide again. Trapped in that bubble, in that intimate moment amidst the darkness of the room as night fell darker outside, your hearts pounding so loudly it was deafening, you two didn't hear the approaching footsteps.
“Phew! Finally got away from Castaphiore, took me hours to— by Poseidon's beard!”
The captain shouted in surprise and quickly turned around, not only bursting the bubble but also smashing the intimate atmosphere of before. You quickly separated in shock,the sheer vision of you two after a make out session an undeniable sight: faces red, lips swollen, breathless, clothes and hair messy, vision slightly blurred by the sudden light in the once dark environment. Things couldn't get worse—
“I finished! I finally finished making the gloves that…what’s going on? Why are you red? Are you sick?” — and then the professor entered with a tired Nestor beside him, wearing a pair of very elaborate and, at first glance, impractical gloves.
The house, previously empty, filled up in seconds that both didn’t notice because they were in another world moments ago, and now, all eyes were on you. His body moved away quickly, like a child caught touching what they shouldn’t, he sat down and helped you to stand up and sit next to him on the sofa,covering your messy and blush state from their stare. Besides the clear embarrassment on your faces, a certain anger bubbled weakly in your core. Did they really have to come back now?
“It- It’s nothing much! Come on, ye troglodytes! Get out, all of you!” — The captain, as always an angel with a huge heart and clearly ashamed after what he saw, walked towards the professor and Nestor, pushing them both out of the living room. “Sorry lad! I saw nothin!” he shouted from afar, making you both feel even more embarrassed for having been caught red-handed.
“…what an unfortunate oversight…we should be in the room…I’m sorry,my dear…” he said in a low tone, an underlying frustration and annoyance that he tried to hide, scratching the back of his neck before he fixed his shirt. You nodded but smiled, even though embarrassed and a also frustrated by how things turned out.
“Don’t apologize, we decided to stay here instead of the room, it’s all right…well, more or less…it’s going to be complicated to talk with captain after this…” “Don’t even mention it…” he replied softly passing a hand through his faint red face, eliciting a weak laugh from you.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, with all the sensations dying down, you found some courage to break the silence.
“…so…did you…like it…?” — your cheeks grow red once again, talking about this type of matter was never a thing between you two but curiosity got the best this time.
His silence made you regret it instantly,maybe it was uncomfortable to talk about? Of course it is, after the fiasco it was, this is the first thing you want to talk about? What a brilliant idea-
“...I loved it.” — he said quietly, looking back at you, cheeks still flushed and a cute small smile that turned your heart into jelly. “And…” — he continued slowly, both hands holding yours. “Can we..maybe do it again but in a proper place without the possibility of the same fiasco to happen?”
Your heart jumped out of your chest. Again. He wanted again, it's one step further from the place your relationship was, before it was only loving kisses but he wants it, he trusts and feels comfortable to want more. You couldn't help the giddy smile to appear on your lips,hugging his neck and nodding.
“Of course we can and yes, please, with a place where we can lock the door next time. Deal?” — he nodded.
“Deal” — and sealed it with a loving kiss, summing up the movie night with cuddles, but in the room now…
N/A: heeey,so my first kinda "spicy" one (Compared to the other i'm cooking,yall in for a wild ride lol). I've changed and rewrited it again so,so,so many times bro. I already can see I doing the same on the other I'm making,this gonna take a looooong while but well! I hope I made a good job with this one. Hope you guys liked,bye bye♡
