• Shinya Kogami x f!reader smut imagine

• Day 1 of Kinktober: Public Sex.

• CW: Semi-public sex, smoking, mentions of being drunk, sex, breast play.

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Shinya was drunk.

Well, not super drunk (or so he claims), but enough to where he was stumbling over his feet and hiccuping every now and then.

It was Halloween night, so, of course he and a few of his coworkers went out after their shift during the day and had a few drinks. He was hesitant at first, but after enough pleading, he was convinced, and then, it was simple—one drink turned into two, and then into three, and then into drunk karaoke—

Needless to say, he was drunk.

He excused himself from the bar with his coworkers and went out back to have a smoke break. With his head spinning, he plops his back against the brick wall of the building and pulls out a cigarette from the cigarette packet in his pocket. He places it between his lips, and fishes deep into his pocket for his lighter. He retrieves it eventually after missing it a time or two, then brings it up to the cigarette and lights it, taking a deep inhale.

He closes his eyes, savoring the flavor of the nicotine before slowly exhaling, opening his eyes as he does so.

The nicotine seems to calm his drunken state, because when he opens his eyes, the world seems to stop spinning for a few seconds.

He takes in his surroundings, seeing as how he's in a dimly lit back alley, surrounded by dumpsters and glowing, neon signs. Thankfully, the alley doesn't smell—at least, not rancidely, so he resumes to smoke his cigarette without caring that he's in a dingy alley.

He continues to look around as he smokes, his eyes glazing briefly over the different kinds of signs and buildings until he lands on a building in front of him, only a few feet away.

It's an old, run-down building, from what looked like what used to be a brothel or a strip-club of some kind, simply because of the neon sign posted at the top of the building that was no longer lit that was shaped into a leg with a heart in the background of it. Wooden boards closed up large windows and hung loosely around the worn-out brick pattern of the building. Old, yellow, caution tape hung loosely around the door.

He huffs and sighs, letting out yet another plume of smoke as it expells from his lips as he stares at the building in front of him, but his attention is quickly snatched away when he hears something clutter around in the dumpsters.

He raises an eyebrow and turns his head to where the noise came from, glancing over the area of the dumpsters. He notices the movement is still, and deduces that it must be a cat or something searching for food.

He returns to his original position, smoking against the wall of the building, but there's suddenly another noise, rustling in the dumpsters. He raises an eyebrow, turning his head to look at it once more, and of course, he sees nothing.

He grumbles to himself, something about how he wishes he can just smoke in peace, but, once more, his wishes are thrown away when the neon signs above him start flickering. He looks up, finding it strange, when suddenly he feels a cold shiver run down his spine.

He quickly backs off from leaning against the wall and touches his spine, wondering what the hell is going on with him. He shivers, shaking his shoulders to shrug off the feeling, but the feeling quickly returns again, this time, it's colder than the last as he feels ice creep up his spine.

Shivering again, Shinya lets out a breath and it fogs in the air. He furrows his eyebrows, wondering how in the hell the temperature could've dropped so low so suddenly. He rubs his arms in an attempt to warm himself, but it's genuinely no use.

He huffs, and makes a turn to head back inside since it's too cold to smoke a damn cigarette, but Shinya stops.

His feet plant together and he feels stuck. He tries to move, but with the cold surrounding him, he feels like he's frozen in place.

"What the hell..." Shinya mutters to himself, and he tries to take another inhale of the cigarette, but the familiar hiss of it going out makes him narrow his eyes at it, only to see the butt of it being squashed like two fingers are pressing against it, only, he doesn't see anything.

His heart quickens in his chest, as for the first time in a long time, he's scared. He's cold, and he has a feeling he's being watched, but he doesn't know by whom, or by what.

Cautiously, he slowly reaches down and grabs a wooden board. He slowly brings it over to him, and he brings his knee up, and holding the board over his knee, he brings it down and snaps it in half. He drops the other half, and holds the one shard in his hand like a bat.

He looks around, hoping to see something in his peripheral vision, but when all hope is lost, he spins around on his heel, and comes to a still with his stance and his wooden board.

His heart stops.

He sucks in his breath.

Another shiver runs down his spine.

There, in the distance, stands a girl, well, a woman, dressed in all black, yet, Shinya can see through her.

A long, black dress follows the shape of her body, and it trails along the floor, though, the dress' ends are torn and tattered, thus showing off her legs.

He swallows thickly, and, coming upon the realization that he can't fight a ghost, he drops his board, and holds up his hands in surrender.

Curiously, the ghost tilts her head, as if she was admiring Shinya. She tilts it the other way, and then, slowly, she walks up to him, taking slow steps, putting one foot in front of the other.

Shinya shivers again, feeling colder with each step she takes. He rubs his arms again, and reaches down into his pockets to light another cigarette, but before he can do that, he suddenly feels a hand on his hand, stopping him from doing so.

"Don't."

Her voice is soft, and she looks up at Shinya with a pleading look in her eyes. Her eyes are soft, and now that the ghost is close to him, he can see how pretty she is. She's gorgeous, despite being able to see through her.

He nods slowly, and he puts the cigarette packet back into his pants.

"Sorry, it's just uh... I'm freezing," he chuckles dryly as he looks at her.

Her eyes seem to widen and she steps back. She takes a moment, closing her eyes, and she breathes in and out slowly, and as she does, Shinya feels the coldness around him dissipate.

He sighs as he feels warmth reappear in his body, and, the dizzy drunken feeling returns too, once that cigarette has been expelled. He takes that burnt-out cigarette out from his mouth and chucks it onto the ground and then looks back at the pretty ghost.

"Thanks," he says, and the ghost-girl smiles.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me. I don't know why, but, people usually get so scared when they see me..." She says softly, her voice wistful as she looks back at the old building.

Shinya shrugs. To be honest, he's scared alright, but the front he puts up luckily seems to put the ghost-girl at ease.

"Uh... right," he chuckles dryly again. He rubs the back of his head and looks up at the building. He clears his throat. "What happened here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Fire. Cigarette lit a rug and the building caught on fire. I got caught up in it, too." Her voice is flat, and she furrows her eyebrows like she's angry that it happened.

No wonder she hasn't moved on. She's still an angry ghost.

"I'm... sorry." Shinya isn't sure what to say. Hell, he's not even good at being sympathetic for living people, so he hopes the ghost doesn't hate him for giving such a lousy response.

"Hmmph." Is all she says as she crosses her arms. She looks up at Shinya, and she blinks slowly, her demeanor suddenly changing from hateful to almost a, pleading look. Her eyes are wide and she approaches Shinya.

She places a hand onto his chest, and, Shinya remains still despite his heart beating quickly.

The ghost-girl runs her hand along his chest, slowly, as if experimenting to see when he'll tell her to stop, but, truthfully, Shinya thinks he doesn't even have it in him to tell her to stop.

Despite her being dead, the girl is gorgeous. Her pretty hair frames her face so well, and those wide, pleading eyes of hers makes Shinya swallow thickly, and her hands, are so soft as they glide over Shinya's chest. His eyes wander downward, past her face, and... fuck.

He's not one to ogle at a woman like this, but, her breasts sit perfectly in that dress of hers, and her cleavage is right there against him.

He quickly diverts his gaze, hating himself for even looking at a woman—let alone a dead one—like that, but by God is she gorgeous.

"Your heart is beating so quickly. Are you really scared of me?" She asks softly, looking up at Shinya with those wide, sad eyes again. Her hand retreats away from his chest, but Shinya quickly reaches out and grabs her hand—which, is surprising within itself that he can even grasp her—and places it back onto his chest.

"I am scared of you, but... the longer you touch me, the less scared I get," he says, honestly, and beneath the girl's hand, she can feel his heart rate slow down.

Slowly, she smiles at Shinya and she leans in. Her breath is cold against Shinya's ear, and her fingers begin to draw small shapes over Shinya's chest.

"Wanna see how long we can touch each other?"

She pulls back from him, and she smiles gently at him.

Shinya raises an eyebrow, amused that a ghost of all things wants to fuck him, though, he has to admit to himself that he's more curious about it than anything else... so... fuck it.

"Hell... why not?"

An amused grin appears on his face, and he leans in, kissing her.

Her lips are chapped, and dry, and he instantly gets a whiff of a fire. She smells like burnt cigarettes, and Shinya groans at the smell, finding it actually pleasing to him.

He wraps his arms around her waist, and she follows suit, wrapping her arms around his back.

The kiss is hot and searing, and the smell of cigarettes are exchanged between the two of them as they taste each other on their tongues. They moan, and when she moans, Shinya groans as he feels his pants getting tighter.

He walks them, slowly, over to the brick wall where he was leaning against earlier and he presses her up against it. He huffs into the kiss and pulls away for a moment so he can lift her up. His calloused hands grip the fat of her rear, and he lifts her up, and immediately her legs lock around his waist, and then he resumes kissing her.

He presses her back against the wall, and, with a curious hand, he lets his hand slide down her body, and it slides underneath the dress she's wearing, wondering if a ghost girl can even get wet.

He glides his hand along her thigh while his other hand holds her up—which isn't even hard to do, as she's literally weightless—and slides his fingers between her thighs, searching for those familiar folds.

His eyes widen when he finds them, and upon finding them, he realizes that they're wet. He grins to himself and chuckles into the kiss, finding it amusing that a ghost can still get wet.

So, he slides his fingers around and feels for her clit. When he finds it, he hears a moan fall from her lips, and he grins against her lips. He pulls back from the kiss and begins trailing down her chin, and down to her neck, groaning softly as the smell of cigarettes get stronger, thus only making the raven-haired man harder in his pants.

His fingers move around her clit, eliciting soft moans from her. He groans against her neck, finding that touching her like this is addicting, and it's only making his cock scream against his pants as it throbs inside, making him leak pre-cum into his underwear.

Normally, he'd try to make the woman cum first, but God he's throbbing so bad, and, he's so curious as to what she feels like inside, so, he retrieves his hand from her pussy which leaves her whimpering.

"I know, I know... gimme a second," Shinya murmurs into her ear and kisses her neck as his one hand reaches down to undo the belt buckle, and pull his pants down until the fall around his ankles. He groans, feeling more free than what he originally was, and so finally, he pulls out his cock from his underwear, and he gives it a few strangled pumps before lining himself up with her.

"Ready?" He murmurs into her ear and she moans.

"Yes."

With that, he slides in, and, he lets out a long groan when he realizes she feels just like a normal girl, except, she's so tight and warm. He pushes his hips all the way against hers so that way they're flushed together.

He groans at the feeling, enjoying how her wet, gummy walls suck him in. He chuckles upon the realization that she probably hasn't been fucked in a long time.

"Haven't been fucked like this in a while, huh?" He chuckles against her skin as he nips along her skin, and she tilts her head back, gripping his shoulders.

"Been twenty years," she murmurs as her eyes close.

Shinya's eyes widen at that and he slowly starts to move his hips, his thrusts moving at a slow pace.

"That's way too long..." He mumbles into her neck, and his kisses move down to her breasts, kissing the tops of them as he slowly begins to move his hips at a quicker pace.

He looks down, and, raises an eyebrow once he sees that he can see himself inside of her. His breath catches in his throat, and, experimentally, he thrusts inside of her at a quicker pace, and, just as he thought, he sees her squeezing down around his cock.

He grins to himself at the sight, and so, he thrusts harder, and slows down, and then picks up his pace again, enjoying the sight of her squeezing on his cock. He groans and buries his face into her neck again, biting down and leaving a mark, and then takes another inhale of her scent.

The cigarette smell drives him up the wall as his pace suddenly quickens again, leaving the ghost girl whining and moaning loudly. He grins and kisses on her breasts once again, and he frees up a hand of his to bring to her breast to knead and squeeze.

When she moans at this, Shinya feels himself throb and his balls tighten. He curses under his breath and he groans, feeling like he's gonna cum any second.

"Shit... gonna cum," he warns her, and she nods quickly. Her nails grip into the leather of Shinya's jacket and her head falls back against the brick wall.

"Haaa... yes, please, please cum in me... haven't had it in so... long...!"

She lets out a loud moan, and she tightens so, incredibly tightly around Shinya as he pumps in and out of her, and then she lets out a long moan, her legs tremble violently, and it's not long after when Shinya suddenly cums, letting out a low groan.

He looks down and watches as his cum fills up her pussy, and as some of it dribbles out of her onto the floor.

He lets out a weak chuckle, and slowly, he sets the ghost girl down onto the ground. He gives her a weak smile, and props his hand up against the wall above her head, looking down at her.

"So," he takes a breath, "Same time next week?"