Thinking of ex!convict Sukuna getting out of jail and opening a restaurant…
cw: kidnapping, dubious/non-con , dead dove do NOT eat, ddne, degradation, AGE GAPP, mentions of murder, cannibalism, sukuna is a baddd guy, drugging, slapping, rough sex reader is implied to be black (she IS black) smut, remember! Don’t like don’t read! Mdni [1774 word count]
A/N: hope yall like thissss i think i cooked ns, criminal sukuna 😖
Ex!con sukuna getting out of jail and running a little takeout restaurant. You place an order, you pick it up and you leave. Not much interaction since sukuna would be in the kitchen most of the time but he still needed to hire at least a few people to take orders and be a line cook..
That's where you come in. You saw the flyer and thought ‘this is perfect! You knew how to cook and you had prior experience with working a register; what could go wrong?’
You were an innocent little thing, a bit dumb too. You never thought too hard and only thought about the basic stuff; a good job that could cover your rent and maybe other necessities.
When sukuna saw you, he could tell this was out of your element. You never worked with a chef like him before, and it shows. So happy and so… soft. Your hair was in two slicked back ponytails with a curled bang. Makeup done to highlight your already angel-like features; light pink blush and cute freckles all dotted around your brown skin.
Yeah you were totally out of your element — you were a stark contrast to the grimy soup kitchen feel of his restaurant but your smile remains present, asking when can you start and how much are you paid hourly.
The way you acted intrigued him. Young, pretty and surprisingly you weren't intimidated by him. His left eye gone, that side of his face replaced with a huge scar and tattoos litter the right. He's covered in tattoos actually— from his face to his neck and to his chest. He was a big man too, MUCH bigger than you, built with muscle and maybe some hint of fat but mostly muscle.
Piercing red eyes, a resting face that would scare a military vet— But nope! You felt no sense of danger or fear. And honestly that pissed him off, why are you so.. happy
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It's not a big surprise you got the job, but not for any of the skills you have; Sukuna hired you to study. He wanted to watch you in this type of environment— you could be good entertainment who knows.
After a few weeks of working there ‘Kuna started purposely messing up your prep work. Hiding your knives for vegetables, replacing labels on seasonings— He did it all just to belittle and scold you, and every time he did it his cock grew harder and harder.
“Such a dumb little girl huh? Can’t even cut properly„
He loved seeing your eyes tear up and how you struggled to even say anything back. He wouldn't do it often enough to make you quit but just enough to satisfy his hunger— for now. But after a while, he started watching you walk home— nothing too bad just studying.
And he did it regularly too. Of course you never noticed but every day you’d clock out he’d watch you take a bike home— you didn't live too far from the restaurant, a good 20 minute bike.
You live in a shabby apartment but you made the inside, from what sukuna could tell, your own little safe haven. Pretty pink artworks decorate the walls, with cute accessories for your amenities. You may have lived in what looks like a dump but it certainly didn't feel that way, to you.
You were happy in life, the normal stresses of mundane things didn’t get to you; and that's what sukuna found most interesting.
He’d already been through the stresses of life, and then some. With going to jail for many charges but yet opening a spot where he could sell food and not really be bothered by cops was a blessing of sorts.
Every night after Sukuna followed you home he wondered what he’d do with you. He didn't know if we wanted to take you and lock you away, eat you, or just look after you. He was too old for this— but the thought of him coming home to a sweet thing every night and stuffing your cunt made him hungry.
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When he DOES take you it's probably from a night out from drinking, or maybe he’d invite you over. He’d slip something in your drink and make you get all loopy, slurring your words an’ all glassy eyed.
Oh ‘Kuna lovedd you like this— he could do whatever he wanted with you but instead, he lays you down in a spare room.
And he kinda just sat there and stared at you. Occasionally smooshing your pretty face in his hands– he didn't understand it. He shouldn't be all mushy for some brat, nd’ it wasn't just that too. ‘Kuna knew how good it would feel to break you. Sooo many conflicting feelings.
When you do wake up you scream— of course, you screamed and kicked; The fear and distress on your face made his cock swell, a sick grin spreads across his face, mocking you- making you feel so small— so significant. You try to kick him but he swiftly grabs your ankle
“Why you tryna kick me hmm? Barley did anything to you brat”
‘Why a-am i here—‘
Sukuna doesn't really answer that. Just a simple ‘hmm’ before he starts to bend your ankle a certain way “you gonna be good f’me?”
You made a confused face and tilted your head slightly; what did he mean by that? And that confusion turned into panic
Seeing the realization and panic hit, Sukuna's grin turned into a full terrifying smile. “What did ya’ think i was gonna do to you huh? Really are just a dumb lil’ girl”
As soon as he said that, his hands trace your calves, to your thighs, and finally stopping at your hips and that's where he hooks a finger in the top of your waist band and begins to slide them down.
Thats also when you realize: you’re not wearing the same clothes you came in with. You had on low-rise jeans and a cute frilly babydoll top, not a pretty dolly bed set— of course as your taking note of that you begin to kick, flail, scream. All earns you a hard smack! From his palm
“You wan’ me to hurt you huh brat? Fine. Wasn’ like i was gonna be nice anyways”
Your cheek burns as your eyes water; this can't be happening right? It has to be a big joke.
Sukuna begins to trace sloppy circles on your clit, slightest touches making your nerves go crazy. Tears spill out of your eyes as you try to cover your face from this mess
“Such a crybaby, move those hands brat” He smacks away your hands as he scolds you
You hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants as he mutters under his breath in annoyance
How dare you make him feel a twinge of guilt! Never, in his life has he ever felt guilty or bad. He didn't feel bad when he killed a man, didn't feel bad when he ate one, didn't feel bad when he stole, Never!
But the simple fact that you can get all pouty and teary eyed and he’d feel.. something was pissing him off
“Turn over, don’ wanna see your cry baby face”
He holds your head down with one hand as he lines his cock against your cunt— just from slight taps you could feel how big he was, the thought of something that big, terrified you. It would break you for sure.
You sob into the pillow as you feel just the tip push into you, it already feels like its splitting you open. Sukuna can feel you sucking him in; “calm down yeah? God your so tight”
He stays still for a bit, before fully filling you up. A loud whine is pulled out of you as ‘kuna begins to pick up the pace, he presses his hand on your back to steady himself as he slips in and out of you
“Whinin’ and moanin’, you like this huh? Such a slut”
A quick slap to your ass as he puts you into a mean arch— feels like hes turning you into mush. Squelches and slaps fill the room as his cock fills you up
‘Pl-pleaseee stop S’kuna it h-hurrrts’
He chuckles at your weak pleas, he wraps his arm around your neck putting you in a mean choke hold “if you really want me to stop then beg like you mean it”
His hold pushes you deeper onto his cock, you scratch and dig your nails in his arms, trying to run— escape, anything. “Awwh, trying to run brat? Hmmm try harder”
He slams his hips into yours— changing speeds, hips snapping at an inhumane pace. It feels like he's bruising your insides and honestly, the stimulations too much. It felt like you were gonna pass out— and you did.
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When you woke up your clothes were changed again and you felt cleaner? Like you had a bath or something. But the sheets were still the same, smears of blood, sweat, and bodily fluids. The more you look around this room the more.. put together it looks.
It has a nice looking vanity, a bookshelf and delicate looking porcelain dolls decorate the shelves. Thats also when you realize you aren't chained to the bedpost anymore; was he letting you go??
A few seconds after thinking that Sukuna enters the room.
“Made you something to eat, y’comin?”
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You two sat in front of each other awkwardly to say the least. The food wasn't bad, actually it was very good considering he's a chef so what so how would it be anything less than perfection?
He stared at you while you ate though, ruby eyes analyzing your every move, your movements while chewing. It icked you out, and seeing him in front of you intimidated you even more, broad shoulders and big strong arms.
Anyways, while you're chewing you wonder if he’ll let you go, I mean he let you out of the room and he doesnt seem hostile.. so maybe—
“Y’done eating yet? We have to go over grown rules”
“Ground rules..? I thought I was gonna leave..”
The way you actually thought he would let you go— it's laughable
“Pfft- you actually thought I would let you go? Such a dummy”
It feels like there's a void in your stomach. The dread and hopelessness you feel in suffocating
“Sorry honey, but m’not done with you just yet”
“Finish eating so we can go over some rules, yeah? Cause it can be worse then last night”
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