Splatter (Older!Damian x Reader)
Request: May I please ask for an imagine where damian comes home to his artistic s/o painting and he comes up behind her and starts trying to get some loving and reader is like ‘im busyy’ but after damion starts tickling her neck with kisses she turns around, wraps her hands around his neck and… sLAPS him in the face with paint then she bOLTS, Damian catches her and covers her with paint and kiss marks and it v’ fluffy♡
Summary: A paint fight helps you create the finishing piece for your exhibit.
Word Count: 693
You were focusing intently on the artwork in front of you. It was the final piece to complete your exhibit at the upcoming gala. Unlike the majority of your work, this one was bright and colorful, inspired by your feelings of love for your newly wed husband. It was glorious and lively, but something was missing. Something to give the painting true life.
Your concentration was fully focused on the work, allowing Damian to slip into your designated art room unnoticed. He watched you silently for several moments. He adored the passion that he saw in your eyes whenever you created art. He had never seen someone as beautiful as you in those moments. He watched you struggle with placing your colors for as long as he could bare the distance.
He slid his fingers across your back gently causing you to startle. You frowned and looked back at him as he pulled you out of your world.
“Damian,” You looked up at him over your shoulder. “Not now, I’m busy,” you added before returning to your work. He watched you add another paint stroke before he curled his arms around your middle.You tried your best to ignore him, but it became increasingly difficult when he began to plant loving kisses across your neck. When he found that sweet sensitive spot, you practically melted against his chest. You allowed him to suck a gentle hickie on your flesh before you turned to claim his lips with your own.
The kiss was passionate and felt so meaningful. It was difficult to remain grounded when he kissed you like that. Before he could deepen the kiss and wash away the last of your resistance, you pulled away and quickly smacked him with your paint coated brush.
His expression was priceless. He stood there stunned with a green smear on his left cheek. You couldn’t contain the laughter that exploded from your chest. As you were laughing, you missed the mischievous glint that entered his blue eyes. As you were doubled over, he picked up a tray of paint. The same moment you looked back up, you were greeted by a handful of red paint. You squealed as he rubbed it all across your forehead.
“Not as funny now, is it, beloved?” he laughed musically. You set your determined gaze on him as you tossed aside the brush and grabbed the tubes of green, blue, and purple. You attacked him swiftly. He countered with red, orange, and yellow.
The chasing began in a strange game of paint tag. You’re unsure of how long the game lasted before he ended it by practically tackling you to the floor. He covered you with purple and blue kisses. You giggled as you watched the orange and yellow transfer onto his skin. You smiled lovingly up at him. It didn’t take long before a rare, but dazzling smile graced his features.
“I love you,” you sighed as everything felt right in the world. He planted another deep kiss on your lips. He shifted his weight to settle between your legs, but a loud thud abruptly ended your moment.
You gasped as you saw it was your canvas that had hit the floor. Damian was off of you in a second as you leapt up as your heart dropped. The painting was face down on the floor and had taken the discarded paint pallet with it. Damian remained silent as you gently lifted the canvas and replaced it on the easel. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to prepare yourself for the damage. When you finally found the courage to open your eyes, a smile spread across your face. It was perfect.
On top of the colorful picture you had created, there was now an array of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple splattered here and there. As you looked between Damian’s paint stained face and the canvas, you realized it was the spark it had desperately needed.
“Can you repair it?” he asked as he came to around to look.
“There’s no need,” you smiled. “It’s perfect,” you beamed as you stood back and looked.
A/N: I hope you like it! It was really fun to write the cuteness!