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fairy dust series ✨ au — part two: the seducing kitsune | wc: 3.2k

— previous part: the wicked fairy

pairing: fae!oliver x ivy (ofc) x kitsune!noah summary: ivy finally meets noah tags & trigger warnings: age gap, it's implied that the fem. character is a virgin, it's also implied that noah shape-shifts back and forth from his kitsune form into his human one, noah uses his nine tails to his advantage, slightly jealous!noah, noah asks to be pet, noah gets on his knees, noah gets pet, sexual content: oral sex (fem. rec.), voyeurism (if you squint). my works 🌙

The Seducing Kitsune ೃ༄*ੈ

She hasn’t played hide and seek in over a decade.

Ivy steps cautiously away from the sand and into the forest, leaving behind the quiet oasis where she had watched Oliver’s mesmerizing, naked form.

The air is thick with the sweet, heady scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of trees. Her heart flutters in her chest, a mix of excitement and trepidation. The memory of Oliver’s playful yet dangerous smile lingers in her mind, but now her thoughts are consumed with the search for Noah.

The forest around her is alive, every leaf and branch whispering secrets while the sunlight filters through the dense canopy, casting shadows on the ground. The air shimmers with energy, and the very ground beneath her naked feet feels like it pulses with life.

As she wanders further, she hears a rustle among the bushes. Ivy’s heart leaps, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

Noah.

She catches glimpses of sleek, black fur darting through the underbrush, always just out of reach.

At first, her steps are hesitant, her mind clouded with worry and a touch of fear. But with each sighting of the creature she’s chasing, her confidence grows, and apprehension gives way to exhilaration.

Laughter bubbles up from deep within her, a sound as pure and joyous as the song of the birds flitting above her. She hops after the Kitsune, her movements light and carefree. Butterflies of every color dance around her, their wings glittering. Other tiny and magical creatures scurry at her feet, and sparkling dust falls from the sky as the trees seem to part just for her, inviting her to go on, to dive into the deepest parts of the forest.

Ivy’s breath comes in quick, excited gasps as she races through the trees. Her skin tingles with a strange, intoxicating sensation, as if the very air is infused with magic that seeps into her pores, warming her from within. She feels a joy, a pure, unadulterated happiness that spreads through her veins and pulses in her heart.

She only stops when a wave of dizziness washes over her. She feels lightheaded, almost drunk on the sheer joy and magic around her. She looks around, her eyes searching for any sign of Noah. The forest is silent now, save for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. A grey rabbit hops away, disappearing into the underbrush.

“Noah?” she calls out, her voice echoing softly through the trees.

The air shifts, a subtle change that she can recognize now. It’s the same sensation she felt when Oliver appeared in her room, the sign of a tangible presence nearby that makes the hairs on her arms stand on end. She turns slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.

Leaning against a tree not far from her, in a pose strikingly similar to Oliver’s from ten years ago, stands a young man. He is taller and slimmer than Oliver. He’s barefoot, and wears black jeans and no shirt. His chest and arms are adorned with a myriad of tattoos, a snake coiling around his neck, intertwining with leaves and a hand reaching for a red apple right on his Adam’s apple. His brown, almond-shaped eyes lock onto hers, and his sensual, soft hair falls in a casual, yet deliberate, layered haircut. A smirk plays on his thin lips, one corner tilted upwards in a way that makes Ivy’s skin tingle.

“Hi, Ivy,” he says, his voice smooth and inviting.

Ivy holds her breath, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity.

The intensity of his gaze, the way his eyes seem to see right through her, leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Yet, there’s something undeniably magnetic about him, a pull she can’t resist. Her heart races, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins as she stands frozen, staring at the enigmatic figure before her.

She’s taken aback by his beauty, a shyness creeping into her heart. Noah is as charming as Oliver, but while Oliver’s eyes held a playful sparkle, Noah’s gaze is different—hungrier, more intense.

“Noah,” she whispers, almost unconsciously, his name slipping slowly from her lips like a sacred incantation, as if to engrave it in her memory.

Noah tilts his head to the side, his smile widening. His hair moves with the gentle breeze, adding a touch of wildness to his appearance. She wants to touch it. Badly. “I like the sound of my name on your lips.”

She stares at him, drinking in every detail of his form. Is she really going to have him just as she has Oliver? All to herself? The thought sends a thrill through her. She takes a deep breath, the scent of the forest filling her lungs, the aroma of earth and greenery seeping into her veins, grounding her.

“Oliver says you like to play,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

“I do,” he replies, each word dripping with a seductive edge. He takes a step toward her, and then another, closing the distance between them with a predator’s grace. “Are you going to let me play with you, Ivy?”

Ivy finds herself nodding eagerly, her body betraying her cautious mind. As he approaches, she instinctively recoils, taking careful steps backward until her back collides with the rough bark of a tree. The sensation is grounding, but her heart races.

“Careful,” Noah says, his voice steady and firm. There’s a sensuality in his tone, a roughness that seems to caress her skin, sliding through her senses like honey dripping from her fingers. “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m fine,” she assures him, though her breath is caught in her throat and her heartbeat is quick, drumming in her ears. Her hands explore the texture of the tree’s bark, seeking support in its solidity.

Noah is close now, towering over her. He seems to grow taller and more imposing with each step he takes. Ivy’s body is tingling.

His presence is overwhelming, but the more her instincts tell her to look away, to find Oliver, she can’t.

The forest around them is watching their every move. The air is thick with magic, butterflies and other tiny creatures flitting around. The trees seem to lean in, as if eager to witness the unfolding connection between Ivy, the human girl, and Noah, the seducing kitsune.

Noah reaches out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. His touch is electric and it sends shivers down her spine. Ivy’s breath hitches, her eyes locked onto his. The world narrows to just the two of them. The forest fades into the background.

“You’re trembling,” Noah notices, his voice a seductive purr. Ivy isn’t aware of it until he mentions it. “Are you afraid of me, Ivy?”

She shakes her head, though she isn’t sure if it’s entirely true.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, his brows furrowing at the expression on her face. She’s been hurt before. He can see it. “Never.”

He waits for her stance to soften, for her soul to let him in.

Noah gently extends his hand towards Ivy, his palm open and inviting. “Touch me,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around her. “Feel it.”

Ivy’s heart is racing and she feels dizzy. She wonders if it will always be like this.

Regardless, the warmth and sincerity in Noah’s brown eyes draws her in.

She reaches out, her fingers trembling as they approach his. The moment their fingertips meet, a rush of energy courses through her.

As her hand fully meets his, Ivy feels a wave of emotions flooding her. It’s as if all of Noah’s desires, his yearning to hold her, to care for her, to love her, are being transferred directly into her soul. She can sense his desperation, the ten long years he’s waited, the depth of his need to treasure her, to protect her, to play with her and taste her.

Ivy feels her resistance crumbling, the walls she had built around her heart slowly dissolving under the gentle pressure of his presence.

Noah’s thumb brushes over her knuckles, sending a tingle up her arm. His touch is a promise of the tenderness and passion he holds within. Ivy takes a deep breath, the scent of the forest filling her lungs, mingling with the intoxicating presence of the kitsune before her.

“Ivy,” he repeats her name to bring her attention back to him. When she looks up, it feels as if she’s known him all her life. Noah is the softness and primal side of her that she never understood, that she always thought made her some kind of weird child. “Ivy,” he continues. “What do you want?”

The intensity of his eyes might make her faint.

“I want you to play with me,” she confesses.

A smile curves Noah’s lips, and he steps closer, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek. “I’ve been waiting forever to hear those words from you.”

The joy dripping from his words is a balm to her wounded soul.

As his thumb caresses her skin, Ivy feels a sense of peace settling over her. She knows, deep in her heart, that this is where she belongs.

With Noah.

With Oliver.

Here.

Noah’s eyes glint with a mischievous light as he closes the final gap between them. Instead of kissing her, he leans in closer, inhaling her scent deeply. His nose brushes her jawline. He trails his nose along her neck and down to her clavicle, his breath warm and teasing against her skin. Ivy straightens up, her breath hitching, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Do you live on Oliver’s back?” she asks, nearly achingly, her voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and nerves.

Noah chuckles, the sound rich and low, the vibration of his laughter resonating through her. “I live in his heart,” he says dreamily, his eyes locking onto hers for a brief, intense moment. “And I can live in yours too, if you’d let me.”

His nose continues its journey along her bare shoulder, the gentle, intimate touch making her skin tingle. Ivy’s mind is racing with the possibilities that Noah’s words suggest.

Noah suddenly furrows his brows. He hums.

For a moment, he doesn’t seem happy.

“He’s already kissed you, hasn’t he?”

Ivy’s breath catches again, her thoughts swirling. Ivy nods, her voice lost in the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her and the memory of Oliver’s kiss still vivid in her mind. She closes her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her.

Noah’s gaze darkens slightly, a blend of amusement and something more primal flickering in his eyes.

Noah leans in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss. “I’m much more fun than he is, Ivy,” his voice is husky with desire.

His words hang in the air, heavy with promise and mystery. It doesn’t matter that her mind is racing; her body responds to his touch as if it’d always belonged to him. She feels herself surrendering.

“Show me,” she orders bravely.

Ivy parts her lips, where the memory of Oliver’s pressing against hers still remains. Her pulse quickens, her body responding to the magnetic pull between them. The forest around them seems to hold its breath. She feels the weight of Noah’s promise hanging in the air, a tantalizing mystery that she can’t resist.

Noah’s lips hover near hers, his breath mingling with hers, and she feels herself drawn to him, unable to deny the magnetic allure of his nature. The world fades away, leaving only the intoxicating presence of Noah and the promise of what’s to come.

Noah’s lips finally find hers, and he kisses her with a tenderness that makes her want to crumble in his arms, to let him take care of her forever. His kiss is soft and gentle, coaxing out her deepest desires with each delicate press of his mouth against hers. Ivy’s thoughts dissolve, leaving only the sensations of his touch, the taste of him, and the way he makes her feel cherished and wanted.

His hand slides down to her thigh, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her dress. Ivy’s breath hitches as his hand moves higher, reaching between her legs. She grasps his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she tries to articulate her feelings.

“I’ve never… nobody has ever…” she stammers, but Noah immediately understands. His eyes light up with a triumphant glint, rejoicing in the fact that he and Oliver are the first. They will be the only ones.

“Oh,” he says, and the words feel like a song on their own. “Have you been waiting for me? You, pretty little thing?”

Yes, she wants to say, but she’s speechless at the way he’s looking at her, with the same promise that Oliver did—to take care of her, to replace every bad thing, every horrible memory, with something better, something magical.

Noah’s fingers crawl up to touch her navel lightly, igniting a fire inside her. Her stomach sinks with every breath she takes, anticipation building. His eyes darken even more, if possible, promising to push her limits and take her higher and higher and to never let her fall.

“What are you going to let me do to you, Ivy?” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. “You’ve already poisoned me. Your wish is my command.”

“Anything,” she replies quickly, desperate for him, for more. She has just one request. “But—”

“But?” he asks, rising an eyebrow, amused. He wants her confident, demanding.

“Will you let me pet you while you…?”

“While I what?” His voice raises. “Don’t be shy. Not here, Ivy,” his instructions are clear, leaving no room for hesitation. “Say it. Say what you desire,” Noah urges, his gaze locked on hers, filled with unspoken promises.

“While you lick me,” she breathes out, her voice trembling with a mix of boldness and vulnerability.

Noah doesn’t reply with words; instead, he smiles widely at her, maintaining eye contact as he lowers himself to his knees. The anticipation coils tighter within her as he lifts her dress, hooking his slender fingers into her panties and pulling them down. He leans in, so close to her core, his breath warm against her skin.

“You smell like flowers,” he murmurs, his voice a reverent whisper.

Hesitant yet yearning, she guides her hand to his hair, feeling the softness of his locks between her fingers, and it’s she who moans at the feel of it. Noah looks up at her, his expression one of pure adoration and hunger.

“Pet me, Ivy,” he says softly, his lips brushing her navel.

With that, he dips his head, his mouth finding her, and Ivy’s world tilts.

She gets lost in the sensations, in the tender yet insistent way he explores her, her hands trying to follow his rhythm on his scalp.

For this moment, there is only Noah, and the way he makes her feel utterly cherished, utterly adored.

As Noah’s tongue caresses her with kitten licks, Ivy is engulfed by a myriad of sensations that blur the boundaries of time and space. Each gentle flick and tender exploration sends ripples of pleasure through her body, drawing her deeper into an intoxicating haze. The forest around them seems to shimmer with magic, the trees whispering ancient secrets, and the butterflies hovering in an ethereal dance.

She loses herself completely, her mind a swirl of ecstasy and wonder. At some point, she becomes aware of a new sensation—something soft and light dancing around her ankles. It feels like delicate tails brushing against her skin, teasing and tickling. The sensation grows, wrapping around her calves and trailing higher, and she realizes it’s Noah’s tails, covered in silken fur that sends electric shivers up her spine.

It is this feeling, this unexpected caress of fur, that pushes her over the edge. Ivy shakes, her body trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over her. She crumbles, her legs giving way, and Noah is quick to rise, catching her in his arms.

Ivy clings to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she gasps for breath, her eyes wide with the intensity of the experience. Her cheek presses against Noah’s bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart.

She has never felt anything like this, a sense of completeness and raw vulnerability intertwining. Tears spring to her eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming joy and relief that floods her soul.

Noah holds her close, his hand moving up and down her hair in a soothing rhythm. He cooes her softly, his voice a calming balm to her frayed nerves.

Ivy’s breathing gradually steadies, and she nuzzles closer to Noah, taking comfort in his embrace. She feels cherished, protected, and above all, she feels seen.

Noah is filled with a mixture of tenderness and pride. As Ivy revels in the warmth of his arms around her, she feels another subtle shift in the air. Her senses, still heightened from her recent climax, pick up the unmistakable presence of another.

“Are you done?” a familiar voice asks, cutting through the tranquility.

Ivy’s heart halts mid-beat. She looks up to see Oliver standing a few paces away, one eyebrow raised in a mixture of amusement and approval. There is no reproach in his tone, only acknowledgment, a silent understanding that Noah has done exactly what was expected of him.

“No,” Noah replies, his voice firm with a rough edge. “I’m not done.” His arms tighten protectively around Ivy, as if shielding her from a threat that doesn’t exist.

She feels safe. Now that both Noah and Oliver are in her line of sight, she feels wrapped in a blanket of comfort only provided by the green of Oliver’s eyes and the brown of Noah’s.

Oliver steps closer, his gaze shifting from Noah to Ivy. His eyes soften, a playful glint appearing as he takes in her flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a tenderness that makes her heart flutter as she continues nestled against Noah.

“Did Noah play with you?” Oliver asks, his voice low and soothing. There’s a possessiveness in his eyes, but it’s tempered with affection.

“Yes.”

Oliver’s smile broadens, “Good,” he murmurs.

With delicate fingers, he touches Ivy’s pink cheek.

Noah shifts slightly, allowing Ivy to extend an arm toward Oliver and place her palm open on his chest.

At the touch of both men—both creatures, the overwhelming yet comforting sensation intensifies to a new level. Glitter begins to fall from the sky, settling softly on their skin. Ivy feels a surge of emotions—awe, excitement, and a deep, profound longing that seems to radiate from her very core. This is what she’s been yearning for all along—not just the physical pleasure, but the connection, the sense of belonging that these extraordinary, surreal creatures are providing; who have spent a decade—or even longer—waiting patiently for her.

Covered in sparkling dust, Ivy finally feels whole, as if she has found her place in a world that once felt incomplete.

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