(Y/N) POV:

I watch as Tae head falls back, a low sinful groan slipping past his lips as I move my mouth away from his mating mark, his collarbone colouring beautifully red against his warm golden skin, hands tight and hotter than usual, burning the large print of his palm and fingers to skin, where they'd delved under the fabric and tugged me close, anchored me there.

"Jagi...stop. Teasing." He grits out tightly, hooded eyes flashing red as they peer at me from lowered lashes, bitten red lips slick as they part to reveal fanged incisors.

Bingo.

"Just like that Tae. Such a perfect mate. So responsive." I coo, brushing a kiss to his lips, sighing and melting into it when his lips part and his tongue darts out, hot and fiery and demanding as he licks into my mouth, unravels me with the deep fiery demanding urge as he dominates the kiss, even as he wriggles and twists under me, trying to shift and twist our positions. Not yet. Not now.

And then he whines, petulant and frustrated when I slide off his body, find my footing beside the chaise lounge even as the jolts of desire and the heady dangerous consuming look he shoots me has my core tightening and need pooling low in my body.

"I thought you wanted me as your muse jagi. You're getting a bit distracted." He says, voice low and smooth and seductive, a sensually laced growl as his red eyes drift over me, seem to graze directly across bare skin and penetrate the barrier of clothes. There's a sly tilt to his lips as he splays his body out, head thrown back to rest against the arm as his hand settles on his abdomen, legs bent open towards me.

What a tease. For all that I try get one up on him, he so easily reverses it all.

It takes me longer than I'd admit to tear my eyes away from the sensual display he makes, the seductive offering of his body he puts out as he positions himself for me, torso bare save for the splodges of colour marking his collarbone and throat, abdomen muscles clenching and unclenching and tongue swiping over reddened lips.

And then he smiles, a dazzlingly sweet smile that shatters through the picture of primal need that he becomes, a sweet disarming smile.

"Well then. Get your materials ready baby mate. Paint away. Deck me up as you wish." He says casually, lips twitching at the way I can't bring myself to move, to shake myself out of the heady stupor to do what I'd intended. To paint him. The sight of him too entrancing and powerful.

"Or you could come back here." He says with a low rough dangerous voice, liquid honey, molten desire in his words as he captures my eyes, as he parts his legs for me- indicating just where exactly he wanted me.

I swallow.

Mind clouded with lust, longing, need and want. Sheer consuming desire that captivates me, that stops me from moving away until I'm forcefully wrenching my eyes away from the sight, until I'm pushing myself to move, away from the hypnotic call of Tae and towards the dressing screen, ducking behind it and stopping.

To draw in several heavy gulps of air to soothe my heated frazzled body, lungs constricting and expanding against the air I draw in, eyes falling to the beautiful array of clothes and fabrics spilling out of drawers, hanging on racks. A veritable treasure chest of clothes, designs and patterns dating back centuries. And my breath catches at how much history, how many stories each article of clothing must hold, just how breath-taking Tae would look in each and every one of them.

No wonder our mates had been drawn to the constant burning flame he was, enticing and bright and vivid and full of life. Sensually enticing and dangerous too, a love that consumed and burned and engulfed you whole.

My eyes catch on the jewel tones, muted shades and light pastels- each and every colour would sit so beautifully against his skin. I move forward, entranced and caught between a fluttery gauzy fabric and the jewelled trinkets that twinkle and sparkle on their stands.

Tae was a beautiful canvas. And all of these were accessories and evidence to the fact that Tae's body would look just as powerfully beautiful fully clothed as it would dripping with jewels. 

My eyes catch onto a delicate set of linked silver chains, fine and thin and looped together, connected by jewels that were meant to gather around a throat and spill over. They're stunning and I know set against the golden warmth of Tae's skin, they'll be radiant- will look so devastatingly beautiful adorning his skin. And know it's the right choice. Hands delicately taking it off the stand and holding it close, eyes catching onto a deep coloured set of breeches, imagining Tae in both and feeling a nervous flutter inside.

Would he wear them? Would I be able to cope if he did?

Would any artwork ever truly attest and give justice to the beauty that was my mate?

But when I step out from behind the screen, hands carefully holding the treasured pieces close, I watch as his eyes light up, as they track my steps forward until he's sitting up, no longer splayed across the padded cushioning and staring at me with warmth and excitement pooling in his eyes.

"Stars above jagi, you really know how to pick items huh?" his voice, rough and slightly thick with emotion as he looks at me, as he moves to shuffle across to the edge until he's perched there, legs parted as his hands go to my hips, draw me forward to step in between them.

I feel my breath hitch at the way he looks at me. As if he sees only me, eyes slowly trailing over my face, over the bob of my throat and the way the thread of desire between us thickens, pulses and throbs with need.

"Will you wear them?" I ask.

"Will you put them on me?" he counters with a softness that somehow cords through the burning intensity of longing for each other, makes my soul and heart curve towards him- towards that gentleness, that sweetness under the heat. And I silently nod, dropping to my knees, his hands carefully taking the chain from me as I draw his trousers down, thumbing at the button and hands skimming and brushing down the side of his legs as I carefully draw them off.

There's a comfortable ease with the way he sits there, a familiarity with our bodies but it doesn't stop my breath from catching at how gorgeous he is. And as I reach for the dark breeches, I can't help but to lean in to brush a kiss to the inside to his thighs, to the soft inner sensitive skin. A chaste brush of lips to both of them before I'm leaning away to draw the breeches over his legs, smiling when his hands fall to my shoulders from the chaise to grip at my shirt tightly, looking at me through lowered lashes.

He reaches over to hand over the chains as his legs tighten when my hands get closer to his hips, a sharp inhale before his hands loosen.

"I'll...I'll do it." He says, voice sounding wrecked and hoarse, the deep rough tone as the syllables bubble past tightly pressed lips.

And his hands go to lace the breeches up, the fit far tighter and the fabric sinfully clinging to the outline of his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination, highlighting and accentuating all the angles and the cut of his hips.

I stand up once he props himself up by his hands once more, arching his head back to allow me to slide the delicate chains to drape over his shoulders, reaching to draw my hands around his throat, his head falling forward to allow me to fasten the clasp, fiddling with the jewels to make sure they settle perfectly.

And then I'm gently putting the matching earrings on him, smiling when he just stares and when I'm done presses a kiss to my hand.

"All prettied up for you baby mate. Do your worst." He says, gently taking hold of my hand to press kisses to the inside of my wrists, gathering them up to encase with a single hand- unwilling to let go and me unwilling to leave to separate a few meters.

And when I finally manage to, manage to extract myself from the giddiness I feel in his arms, it's to retreat to the easel he set up when I was behind the screen, watching as he takes centre position on the chaise lounge to sit with his back to me, head turned at an angle.

From the position he's sitting in, I can see the sharp planes of his back, the gentle sweeping slope of his shoulders and the way the light reflects to cast an illumination on his golden skin, the room somehow automatically casting the perfect lighting on him. Whatever wards were in the house were working to enhance Tae's graceful outline, shifting the lighting and casting glows and soft shadows.

It almost hurt to look at him.

And I know even as my hand moves across the canvas, sketching an outline of him first, that I can't do the sight before my eyes justice, I can't capture the ethereality of Tae into paint, can't capture the feelings and emotions that cause the air to thicken.

And he remains like that, so still and poised, turning at moments to shoot softly sweet smiles and sometimes contrastingly devious, lips quirking up as he takes a break to turn to me, peer back at me, the golden breadth of his lithe muscled torso exposed, muscles shifting with each movement.

"You can move Tae. I'm going to paint you now." I say softly, knowing how hard it must be to stay stiffly poised in the chaise.

The moment I say it, it's as if strings have been cut, a deep rumble of relief as he throws his head back, peering at me upside down with an endearing smile, a flash of fangs in a boxy grin , shoulders and throat glittering with silver that catches the light as he looks at me.

"Does that mean I don't have to remain seated?" he asks.

I nod, smiling at him.

He stands up, tall imposing posture that seems to fill the space, the air electric as he turns, body glittering, the silver offset by the warm honey of his skin, hand moving to push away his hair.

"Finally! I definitely don't miss the sitting around as an art model. Though if you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to hold back jagi. Nothing will stop me from reaching for you." he teasingly says as he stretches, abdominal muscles taught, the deep v of his hips prominent as he stretches, breeches sculpted to his legs in a way that leaves me breathless when my eyes linger.

He moves around the chaise, moving over with a stalk that can only be described as hungry and predatory, moving with seductive aim as he approaches, my breath catching and heart clenching at his intimidatingly handsome figure which grows closer and closer.

"Looks like you want to just eat me up." he muses, moving around the easel and not sparing it a glance as he stands behind me, a line of gentle warmth that seeps through my top.

And then in a fluid movement too quick and sudden to process, I find myself plucked from the soft cushioned chair, airborne for the slightest of moments and set back onto a lap, muscled thighs cushioning me and arms winding around my shirt, delving under fabric to anchor me to a pair of firm strong arms.

And then lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

"Or...I could eat you right up." he muses, lips moving to kiss the skin under my ear, teeth dragging against the lobe, fangs two pinpricks of sharpness as he tugs  at the earring looped through, I shudder as his tongue flicks against my skin, at the way the heat of his touch remains even as he moves his lips away.

"I'll try control myself. Though baby mate if you look so delicious, I might just lose control." He says with a teasing lilt to his words.

And his hands tighten around me, brushing over my stomach. 

"What are you waiting for then? Keep painting, don't let me stop you." Tae speaks before falling silent.

And I try. I really do, hand steady as I dip the brush into paint, begin to fill in the outline- eyes full of the memory of Tae posing for me, able to remember the scene as if it still remains in front of my eyes.

And slowly I become only distantly aware of Tae's firm thighs and hands anchoring me to him, holding me on his lap, losing myself in painting- pouring in each emotion, each suffocating breath of air as he'd sat in front of me, heavy and charged with desire and attraction, each emotion I'd felt both behind his story and in the time it took to draw him, to dress him and to be in the company of my mate.

But then just as I'm lulled into a seemingly false sense of security, he strikes. Slowly at first. The press of lips to the nape of my neck as he seals them there, gently at first. Butterfly kisses dotted to the nape of my neck, unable to fight the shivers when his nose brushes against my skin, gently guiding my head to fall forward.

I grip the paintbrush tightly, biting my lip when his lips linger more and more, nosing against my skin before he stops at a point where the light touch makes me shiver, lips curving before he nips down, teeth tugging at skin, pressure where he sucks and laves his tongue over the spot.

My breath quickens.

And as he lets go of the skin from his teeth, pressing a quick kiss there he speaks up again.

"Why did you stop painting? Keep going jagi." He says, breath brushing against the wet slickness of my nape, the shudder now rolling through my body as I stiffen, raising my head to stare at the canvas, at the incomplete painting.

"Because you...you're distracting me!" I retort, turning my head to shoot him a look and find myself frozen at the flash of sly mischief I catch on his face before it smoothens out into one of deceptive innocence.

"No I'm not. I brought you here so you could add to the collection." He says, voice dripping with tenderness and warmth, from lips that had mere moments ago been brushing across my skin.

I bite the inside of my cheek at the sweet smile he shoots me, glaring at him.

But his sweet expression doesn't melt or fade away and I turn back, clearly having lost against him.

And start to work on the painting once more. And it's as I'm blending colours and trying to capture the colour of the golden radiance and illumination that had been on his shoulder blades that his thumbs begin rubbing up and down my stomach, broad sweeping movements as his fingers spread wide, as they splay across my skin and tighten, thumbs inching higher.

I freeze, a gasp slipping past my lips when the touch of his hands exploring my stomach comes accompanied with his lips dragging away the neckline of my top, kissing across the exposed skin it bares, teeth scraping against my shoulder. 

Even that's fine, even then I stubbornly push forward, hand only trembling in the slightest as I lift the brush back up. 

But then he moves his mouth to my opposite shoulder, continues his ministrations by removing one hand from around my stomach, the other tugging me back- splayed possessively as he tugs the fabric away from my left shoulder, impatiently because the fabric tears under his touch before his mouth descends mercilessly over the mating mark Minnie left, applying pressure with the wet hot suction of his mouth, clamping down as he sucks and licks at it. A sure-fire failproof method that has my body turning to putty in his hold, body curving bonelessly inwards but the firm strength of his hand keeps me tightly backed against his torso, able to feel the delicate thin linked chains of the jewellery press into my back.

"You're not going anywhere." Tae murmurs, detaching his lips to speak.

I groan, hand shaking as I set down the paintbrush onto the safety of the easel, hands reaching out to grip the sides of his thighs tightly.

"Tae stop." I grit out.

He hums against my skin, the reverberations another heightened feeling that makes my skin itch with the heat the rises from inside me, the sheer want that rises with Tae's actions.

"I don't want to." He replies shortly.

My hands tighten as I grip his thighs, squeezing and unconsciously using enhanced strength, rousing a tight groan from Tae; muffled against skin.

"Tae the painting. You said...you said you wanted it." I grit out, the bond between us an inferno of increasingly building want for each other.

There's a few beats of charged silence.

"I can't control myself, just need to eat you right up." he growls, desire lacing each word and that's all the warning I get before his fangs sink into the mating mark, hot white pleasure flashing through my body, searing through each vein, turning my vision blank as the consuming burning flood of pleasure pulses and courses through my body, turning everything else into static, background sensations except everything that is wholly Tae, the suckling sensation as he drinks and feeds from me.

And then the soft floaty sensation as his fangs retract and his tongue darts out in kitten licks to lap at the mark, each touch electrifying and so so intense against the sensitive mating mark.

"You're just too delicious to resist jagi. Can you blame me?" he murmurs, hand continuing that dizzyingly distracting movement as his hand inches up, the brush of his thumb catching on the underside of my breast, a keening sound slipping past my lips.

And even as my blood rushes with the heady intoxicating call towards Tae, my hands tighten, a flash of fiery retaliation as I ground my hips back against his, where he'd tugged me flush against him- a breathless smile as he groans, hand tightening as I push my hips back to where his instinctively jerk against me.

"Jagi..." he groans.

And I smile even as my lips part in a breathless pant when he meets my grinding hips with an upwards thrust of his own.

"Going to eat me up? After I asked so nicely for you to be my muse? That's not very nice Tae." I gasp out.

He growls then. Low and guttural.

The sound hovering on near animalistic with how primal it is, with how it makes my body tighten and that knot of desire coil.

And reminds me that not 12 hours ago the same Tae had been seeking closeness in cuddles in bat form. This was a whole other level of physical clinginess- elevated to this dizzying situation I found myself in.

And there's a blurry rush of movement, body gripped tightly as he moves and spins and suddenly I'm falling, falling back against the chaise lounge as he hovers over me, thigh pinned between mine to keep my legs parted. The delicate chains of the jewellery clinging to his shoulders, the centre jewel sparkling in its warmth as he leans in close.

The red hair he'd been experimenting with recently was a dangerous one. Though I preferred his naturally wild black curls, the deep red was still captivating, silky straight strands that caught the light and shone like a beacon as he moved closer. For a project he'd said. And distantly I wondered and suspected if that project was to do with making his mates combust. It certainly seemed like it with the way he'd smirked victoriously at our stunned reactions.

"If you got to dress me up, it's only fair I get to dress you down. You're wearing too many layers." He playfully says, though his hands are purposeful as they reach the few buttons of my top, deftly undoing them.

"Arms up." Tae commands, something so powerfully dominating and demanding in his tone that when he draws my top up, my arms rise to allow him to tug it off, shivering and twisting under his touch when his hands explore and map my torso, a keening cry when his fingers pinch and tease through the lace, his other hand pinning my hips down.

"No escaping now jagi. You're mine." He says, echoing my words from hours ago. But his were full of predatory hungry intent.

And sensual promise as he looks down at me, as he grounds his thigh upwards to coax out a moan.

I grip his wrists when they come to land on my hips, thumbs sliding under the lacy waistband to brush against skin.

His lips descend onto mine, a slow consuming flame of need that burns and scorches where his mouth claims mine, where he kisses me deep and slow, kissing me as if he has all the time, tongue moving gently across mine.

And his hands draw away the layers until I lie exposed in front of him, his hands gripping the inside of my thighs to part me for him when he slides his lips away.

"You're so beautiful it hurts." He murmurs softly, eyes shining with love.

My heart aches at his words, causes me to push up to meet his lips in a quick fiery kiss that's a messy clash of lips, teeth and tongue, my hands falling to the lacing of his breeches and impatiently tugging at them, groaning when the fabric seems to stick to skin, mouth moving away as my eyes drop to the sight.

"Do you like these breeches?" I ask.

He cocks his head, a slow smile spreading across his lips at the meaning.

"Well they are one of many. But it's vintage 19th century—" he begins before my hands have fisted into the fabric and tears it, impatient to get him free of the fabric, eager to feel his bare skin against my own.

He cuts off with a sharp gasp, eyes flaring crimson and burning into a deep burgundy.

"You're going to pay for that." He says, all the warning I get before he fully divests the two of us of clothing, the enchantingly beautiful necklace still perfectly aligned, clinging to the warm hue of his skin as he moves to trail his lips over my body, working in sync with his hands to have me unravelling under him, cries of his name, whimpers and moans that he so easily coaxes out- knowing exactly which buttons to push, which parts of me to lave more attention to that has me shuddering and writhing against him as pleasure floods my body and he pushes me over the edge of that cliff- to drown and be consumed in that flood of ecstasy.

And paying for it turns out to be helpless to do anything except grapple for purchase on his arms as he holds himself above me and drives himself into me, each sharp deep thrust punctuated with the glittering delicate chains swinging as they moved from against his body, mouth opened to spill a litany of groans and moans and painstakingly sweet murmurs of my name, the softness of his words and kisses contrasted with the harsh fierceness as he pushes himself into me, thigh propped up against the back of the same chaise lounge he'd been posing on. His hand moving to grip my ankle, leaning in to brush a kiss to the side of my calf before he's rolling himself against me deeply and slowly.

I cry out when we reach the edge together, clinging onto each other, to the sensation of him in me, on me as he moves impossibly closer, heart full and bursting, lungs filled with the scent of the mated coven scent and senses overwhelmed with everything that is just Tae.

He moves close to pepper kisses across my skin, to my lips, my own head rising to meet his, hands going to wind around his neck and hold me close.

And as we relax, coming down from our shared high, my breath evening out from its sharp rapid gulps to something steadier, I feel a flash of mischief as his mating mark hovers in the site of my vision. And my hand moves to rub at it, to put pressure on it, laughing when he groans and the strength in his arms leave, dropping down on top of me.

It's a comforting grounding weight as he pins me to the chaise, thigh falling as my leg wraps around his waist and anchors him to me.

"Now you're not going anywhere." I mumble, arms winding around him to hug him close, relishing in the closeness, at the way his body pins me to the cushioning.

He laughs, nuzzling close to press sweet kisses to my shoulder, humming in agreement.

"Not going anywhere." He promises.

We fall into a silence, my hands brushing through the silken red strands.

"You know...next time I ask you to be my muse I might have to tie you down to keep you from pulling a stunt." I say jokingly, huffing at how he'd turned what was meant to be a shared moment of trust into something so...so deliciously intimate.

Not expecting the sensual drawl I get in return.

"Adding spice baby mate? Let's see who ends up losing control." He says, voice slightly muffled.

And I groan, head falling back.

"You're impossible. I'm not staying with you next time you get clingy." I retort, hands tightening in the strands of his hair as he hums and laughs against my skin.

"We'll see about that." He replies before silence falls again.

Relishing in the comfort of just being close, of feeling that aching need to be close simmer down to just the sweetness of physical closeness and easy affectionate touch.

And that's how the others find us, Tae's body sprawled over mine, jewelled throat and shoulders sparking in the light, lazily marking me, my mouth open in a silent gasp.

And it's Kookie who speaks.

"You had an art session without us? Without me? That's not fair! I do art too! I wasn't with the coven when they met you!" he complains.

But Tae's easy grin is disarming and unbothered.

"Don't worry Kookie. Plenty time for you too." He promises, eyes flickering crimson as he looks at his other youngest mate.

And I only pray for Koo to make it out in one piece. And hope Tae isn't as hungry when it comes to him. But then again is it really so bad if he is?

I'll leave that for him to decide and find out.

(THERE WE GO! PART 2 OF TAE AND BABY MATE'S CHAPTER! AND IT GOT A BIT...STEAMY, FIERY AND INTENSE BUT IT JUST FELT RIGHT, I WAS JUST GOING IN THE DIRECTION TAE WANTED IT TO! SO IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT...WHOOPS? AND IF YOU DID THEN YAY! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND HOW YOU JUST FOUND IT ALL! THIS WAS A SHORT...REMINDER LET'S SAY OF WHAT SORT OF TEASY FIESTY MATE TAE IS BUT ALSO THAT (Y/N) PUSHES BACK TOO, SHE'S PICKED UP A FEW TRICKS! AND I AM SORRY IF ANY OF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE READING IT- BUT IT IS MARKED AS MATURE SO DO READ WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE IN MIND! NEXT UP WE WILL HAVE KOO'S PAST- IT WILL BE VERY HURTY SO DO KEEP THAT IN MIND IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THAT! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKED THIS ARTSY HOPEFULLY SENSUAL INTERACTION BETWEEN THE TWO! THIS WAS FOR MY DARLING Midiiplier - WHO I WAS GOING TO TEASE, BUT YOU WIN TOO EASILY SIGH...YOU USE MY LOVE AGAINST YOU!! ANYWAYS! ONWARDS FROM HERE! TAKE CARE, STAY SAFE AND ENJOY MY LOVES!!)

I WANTED to add the photo for reference but it just won't LET ME! I really wanted everyone to see the same visual- but I'll upload it onto here as soon as I can!! 🥺😫

QUESTION...A REGRET YOU HAVE THIS WEEK?

Mine is...I was meant to be kicking my junk or snacking habit to a cheat day but I FAILED so miserably this week and I've got so much regret for this, really hating my lack of self-control! BUT! One week at a time.. hopefully, I can do it! 

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3