The Spirit Ones

Little Fox (Yone x Reader)

Yone decides that his little pet wasn't trained enough for his liking, so he has to take matters into his own hands - aka. Teeth-rottingly sweet and dominating Daddy Yone
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Your feet dangled in the shallow river, running close to your cave to fight off today's heat. It had been an unbearable summer day, and the evening air was still heavy with heat. You had fixed your hair in an easy updo with a hairpin and decided that you'd be clothed enough in the haori Kayn had given you when you first 'met'. You splashed some water your feet in amusement at the thought. You didn't know how or why, but now you were feeding off of the soul energy of a ghost? Demon? Whatever the hell Yone was supposed to be and the even worse amalgamation of a human and some random demon known as Kayn. You weren't ungrateful, though, in your long existence on Runeterra, you'd solely had companions as long-lived and amusing as those two men. The other Vesani never truly understood you; humans died too easily, and most other Vastaya were too simple-minded to bother with. So you smiled as you noticed the second reflection looking at you over your shoulder.

"Yone!" You turned your upper body to face him, and he was quick to crouch down next to you, giving you a court smile. You knew that Yone spoke a specific Ionian accent, and you wanted to show off your Vesani abilities a bit by adressing him in his dialect. "How have you been?"

Yone looked at you for a long while, probably raising an eyebrow underneath his mask before sighing, "Busy, I guess. The Azakana never rest, so neither can I."

You frowned at his words. Everyone deserved rest, especially him! "That's not healthy, neither for the living nor the undead. Tell me, what can I do for you? Perhaps... I could help you blow off some steam?" You asked, your hand finding its way on his arm, massaging his strained muscles.

Yone didn't really have to answer as you were already turned towards him completely, your feet drying in the soft grass as you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Perhaps you're right." He answered, his hand was now laying gently against your cheek. "Do I have your consent?"

You looked at him a bit in shock. This was the first time someone had ever brought that up. You were used to just taking what you wanted and dealing with the consequences later. "Where does that come from now?"

"Please, I know we rushed things the last time, but I have to... no, I want to do it right. I want you to want it as well."

This felt heavy on your shoulders, but if it would help Yone, then what harm could there be in indulging his little request? "I do, Yone. I want it and I want you."

Yone swallowed thickly before getting up. "Please just tell me to stop if it goes too far."

You nodded, hunger and excitement spreading in your lower belly at what Yone had in mind. How rough would he be if he had to prep-talk you both before it.

It was as if someone had turned a switch and suddenly the gentle, caring and always propper Yone was once again replaced by what you had glimpsed him to be a while ago -hungry, lustful and suffocatingly dominant. He stood up, looming over you, as the hand on your cheek was suddenly holding your chin firmly in place, making you look up at him.

"Tell me, are you a bad fox?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Yes." You breathed.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Yes, what?" He placed his foot in between your thighs, right underneath your already aching core.

"Y-yes, master." Shame had been long lost on you. If he wanted to play this game, then you'd be gladly joining in.

"Good girl." He cooed. "You can make this easier by addressing me the right way. Do you understand?"