Can you do drowning with Ayato please? – Zera ❤️ Anon

Done! ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ It was actually difficult to keep this short. This is an idea that I feel like I could get out a couple thousand words on, but for the sake of this prompt, I kept it short. Maybe I’ll revisit it and write something longer someday…

“Quit complaining. You’re being noisy, and it’s annoying,” you growl from where your fangs are buried in Ayato’s neck. He’s been whining since you started, trying pathetically to shove you away from him.

“It hurts!” he yelps in response, struggling to sound angry. “Get off of me! You can’t treat me like this!” New prey always has some room to learn, and you do try to go easier on the humans who haven’t realized just how futile their struggles are, but this is just irritating.

Ayato shoves you again, hands catching on your shoulders and pushing hard. His face is red with pain and exertion, and those pretty green eyes are deliciously wide. You think that you might still go easy on him.

“Fii~ine,” you say, drawing out the word in in a sing-song tone. “If you don’t want me to bite you, we can do something else.”

There’s a flash of relief across Ayato’s face, but he just as quickly covers it up with arrogance. You want to see that pride shatter, replaced with the kind of fear humans like him should be showing you.

When you pull back, Ayato’s posture slumps ever so slightly. He’s tense when you’re close to him, you think with delight. How entertaining. You already know what you’re going to do with him next, and it’s easy to slip behind him, scooping him up just enough to teleport to where your next bit of fun will be, laughing as Ayato squeaks at the sudden movement.

He looks around frantically, like he can’t understand how he changed rooms so quickly. Like he hasn’t seen you teleport before. When he finally takes in where he’s at, an adorable look of confusion settles over his features, making him look all the more like a pouty child.

You’re beside your mansion’s indoor pool; a dark room with low light and dark tile. The water laps at the edges of the pool, and Ayato eyes it with something that seems almost uncomfortable.

“The fuck is this…?” Ayato mutters, sounding half nervous and half unsure. You just smile again, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“I told you; if you don’t want me to bite you, we’ll do something else. And judging from your attitude, I think you could stand to cool off.” There’s a flicker of terror in Ayato’s eyes, but it’s too late.

From behind him, you give a rough shove, and with a splash, he’s in the water. You laugh delightedly. Maybe this will teach him to have some more respect for the creature that could kill him in a second.

But instead of popping up, wet and offended, like you’d expected, Ayato surfaces in a flurry of panic. He’s struggling, clawing at the water like he thinks such frantic motions will keep him up.

It occurs to you, suddenly, that he doesn’t know how to swim.

And well, it’s not like you want your prey to die.

You haul Ayato out of the water as easily as you can with him kicking like that, annoyed that you had to jump in after him and get wet. As soon as he’s on solid ground, he collapses, hacking up water and coughing like he’s dying, shivering so hard you can see it. You sit beside him until the coughing subsides, until he seems a little calmer, then speak up.

“So you can’t swim, hm?” Ayato flinches. “That’s what I thought. What a troublesome human, making me save you like that. I think you should beg me for forgiveness,” you say, voice harsh and irritated.

He’s looking at you with nothing short of terror, still shaking pitifully. You think that this might have been a better punishment than you expected.