𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 | 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘫𝘪 (18+)

Wakasa Brain Riot (18+)

Content warning: Wakasa Imaushi x fem!reader 

Warning: Mention of suicide, blowjob, anal sex, anal fingering double penetration, food sex, cursing, praising kink

Word count: 4246

Notes: Wakasa is 27 y/o (the fandom wiki said so) but just know that he is around shinichiro's age since he is the former black dragon's special attack unit after all. If you're a minor, keep it to yourself. 

The pipe was leaking again for the fourth time this week. You already called the plumber and he said he'll come but he was nowhere to be seen. There's not enough energy in you left to continue mopping the wet floor as you almost slipped earlier. You rest your chin on top of the flat mop and let your mind wondered in that blank box of yours in the head.

This week was hard enough as it is and to top it off, it was raining outside, making your whole house gloomy with little light. You live alone in this big apartment that cost more than a kidney, you were silver-spooned by your parents since you can remember and people always used that as an advantage.

They thought they can manipulate you into giving them what they wanted. You knew that yet you let them stepped on you because you like the recognition they gave you in public. It was just a sick game you play on repeat, to fill the void in you.

How many years has it been since you last saw your parents again? The digit was unknown as you spent your life with people you didn't know. The one that drove you to school was never the same people the day before and now you're 22, people still be knocking on your door to give you flowers for every birthday you had.

You don't need that, all these money and gifts just another reminder that you're lonely inside. You do realize that and you let the pain burn you so good, you thought of dying to end it. It's funny really. A roof on top of your head, shoes that cost a paycheck, gold in your mouth thus you still think of killing yourself.

It's a cycle you can't escape from so you endure it for however long it takes 'til you finally broke. Your eyelids felt heavy by the time. You can't sleep last night with all the noise your next-door-neighbor made; they were throwing a party it seems.

Then an idea popped in your head, you opened your eyes once again to rethink about it before straightened up. You place the mop next to the counter before striding to your front door. You were hesitant to knock so you kind of making a fool of yourself. You took a deep breath, trying again but you remembered that you don't know what you're going to say.

So, you decided to return back to your house, trying to think of something that doesn't sound weird to ask in the morning.

Before you can leave, the door suddenly opened, revealing a guy poking his head out to look at you. He had this half-lid, tired eyes on and stared at you blankly as if he was asking a question silently.

"Um..." Blank. No words came in mind even though you majored in English. Honestly, what should someone say in this type of situation?

He waited patiently, making you sweat under your favorite band tee. Not sure where to look, him or the concerning darkness of his house.

"Did I bother you?" His voice was low and monotonous. Like he can't wait to get back to his shallow world.

Weird for a guy as emo-looking to live here. It's always the what-did-your-son-achieve-at-school type and not the I-hate-every-human-being type. So, to her, he seems decent to ask for help.

"Actually, my pipe was leaking for days. I called the plumber but nobody showed up." You explained. "Do you have any idea on how to fix it?"

He gave you one last stare before he closed his door with a thump.