#chef

Chef!Sukuna who never showed his face to customers, always staying in the back to cook. Did he have any other staff? Well, there was a waiter, Uraume, sometimes this girl, Yorozu was working there as well. A rather odd pair of employees.

You've heard rumours that he was hideous. Or just anti-social.

Chef!Sukuna who's booming voice could be heard when some unsatisfied customer dared to go to the back and complain about some overly large rib bone in his soup.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY KITCHEN!"

"I'm here to complain to the chef-"

"I AM the chef."

Nobody questioned why that man disappeared after this, maybe hid in shame from being yelled at.

Nobody questioned why the next day's special was steak.

Chef!Sukuna who had some sort of event happening. New customers could get a free entrée.

You, being sensible ,obviously didn't want to go. But your friends had other plans, begging for you to join them.

You caved in eventually, you couldn't say no to free food in this economy.

Chef!Sukuna who had a full restaurant. You and a few other friends joining the busy atmosphere.

Tables full, a long line outside behind you.

Everyone wanted a taste.

You were more curious to see the chef of this establishment more than the free food after you saw a large painting of him near your seat.

The menacing, red irises watching you from the frame. You couldn't help but stare back at the painting, his tattooed and scarred face pulled you in. The baby pink hair, perpetual scowl and the black chef uniform on him...

Your friends were too busy with their noses deep in the menus to notice you were having a staring contest with an inanimate object.

A soft voice made all of you snap your heads, a short, white haired person ready to take your order.

Chef!Sukuna who didn't show up once during your meal. What you and your little group had ordered tasted... really damn good. The drinks and sides were delicious. Damn him.

You left after a few hours, head full of gossip and a drink you can't remember the name of, but it had gone down smoothly.

Chef!Sukuna who you kept trying to find, trying to get a glimpse of. You never saw him leave or come to work, none of the social medias had his mug anywhere. Usually they had the owners face plastered everywhere. How frustrating.

That painting haunted your dreams, all sorts of dreams.

Those mean eyes, that frown. You could just imagine how gruff his voice would be, those skilled hands..- fuck, you can't be having wet dreams about a damn painting.

Chef!Sukuna who had taken a day off for once in his life. The malevolent kitchen closed for one work day.

You were just taking a walk trough town, bag slung over your shoulder and headphones so tight on your head you could feel the music flow into your skull directly.

You had just wanted to take a familiar route, it was a sunny day after all.

You passed some passage between two brick buildings. In the corner of your eye you saw some beefy man smoking. That pink hair he sported was familiar, but you just kept walking straight.

HOLD ON.

The speed of which you stopped on your heels, almost stumbling backwards from the motion.

Chef!Sukuna who was leaning against a building, a ciggy in hand while staring up at the sky, smoke flowing out of his nose and slightly parted lips. He had on a regular outfit, just a pair of some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, clearly taking a little break from whatever he was doing on his day off.

You were peeking in to the alleyway, the people passing by probably trough you were crazy.

The way his muscles bulged... those damn pecs looked grabbable. Not to mention that strong jaw and lightly crooked nose- oh god. His side profile made you want to melt into a puddle.

While he wasn't looking you tried to snap a quick picture of him.

YOUR DUMBASS LEFT THE FLASH ON.

The moment your phone shuddered and a flash of light came from the entrance of the alley, Sukuna's eyes turned, narrowing.

But you were long gone, covering your mouth while dashing away, quickly hiding in some cafe a few buildings away.

Chef!Sukuna who crushed the cigarette and left the area. Maybe in search of the pest who disturbed his peace or just to go back to his home. You didn't know, too busy acting natural in the corner of the cafe, eyes panicking while looking at the entrance. But he didn't even pass by.

You checked the picture you got... he was already looking at you in it, still leaned back against the brick, smoke curling up from the cig. And for sure he was staring right at you.

Chef!Sukuna who was irritated as hell this past week.

And you who were visiting the restaurant more than you probably should. At least three times a week. You'd wander in, order a side and maybe a drink. You always choose the table closest to the doors leading to the kitchen. Or the station Uraume picked up the ready meals from.

All of it just to try and get another glance at him. At Sukuna. You just wanted to see him work, that's all...

Chef!Sukuna who OBVIOUSLY noticed a returning customer, as you often ordered the same thing. Uraume had noticed too, but didn't comment.

And one slower day, you being one of the only customers, besides some couples, Uraume walked up to your table, that friendly look as usual.

"Hello. Are you enjoying the food?"

"Oh, yes. Could you please give the chef my compliments?" you smiled, trying not to look too nervous.

"I think he would appreciate it if you'd go and tell him yourself." Uraume showed you their hand, as if insisting you follow them.

Now you see, just trying to look at him was one thing. But following a waiter into dark doors and into a well lit and organized kitchen to see the hunk of a man leaning back against a counter, sharpening a knife, were two completely different things. His uniform strained over his chest, biceps flexing while shifting the knife and sharpening block back and forth.

Your eyes met his, almost like how the painting before. But you could see that Sukuna was even more pissed off. That frown on his mouth made you shudder.

Uraume had fled the scene.

Chef!Sukuna who didn't even let you speak, throwing the knife. It went flying past your head, bangs fluttering from the speeding object. You could hear it hit some cork bulletin board somewhere behind you.

"You're the weird girl who's been stalking me. You think i wouldn't notice?" He spat.

His voice instilled a bit of fear in you... but most of it went to your core. You swallowed, bottom lip quivering a bit, trying to gnaw on it to not show. "N..no i... i'm just a regular-"

"Bullshit." He pushed off of the counter, stalking over to where you stood. A rough hand grabbed your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks up to force your mouth into a pout.

Your legs had turned to jello now.

"Is this what you wanted? To annoy me, like some fat fly buzzing around?"

You tried to shake your head no, but he forced you to shake it yes instead, up an down while his fingers left pink marks on the soft flesh of your cheeks.

Chef!Sukuna who found a better use for you. Usually, he'd chop someone up and cook them up into some dish and serve it as a special.

But he thought your face was pretty enough not to slice off.

You had agreed to... well.

You were pushed down to your knees, a fat cock flopping onto your face. A mean looking Sukuna above you. "You wanted to pay compliments to the chef? Show it."

You nuzzled up into the meaty thing.

He held it by the base, smearing his already leaky tip across your mouth, cheeks, uppp to your forehead. Getting you completely covered in the precum.

You tried to lick it, wanting to taste.

But the moment you parted your lips he was stuffing your throat full. A hand gripping your hair and pulling your skull back, forcing you to open up wider. The girthy, heavy thing rested so well on your tongue, it finding it's way down your throat.

You couldn't help the tears pearling up in the corners of your eyes, drool already escaping past your stretched out lips.

He mockingly cooed down at you, purposefully thrusting fully inside- your nose buried in a lovely patch of pink, curly hair. "I thought you loved my meat. What, not tasty enough for you now?"

Chef!Sukuna who was currently pounding you from behind- a mean cocktip bullying your cervix and mushy walls.

You were bent over the pristine island counter, face pushed down by his large palm, cheek smushed into the cold steel. Drool was spilling out on to it, moans filling the kitchen.

"Stop getting my counter filthy, lick it up." He grunted, hips slapping into the fat of your asscheeks, balls heavy down on your clit while he split you open on his cock. Needy pussy sucking him in after each thrust. You stuck your tongue out, whimpering when he angled upwards and hit an especially nice nerve bundle inside.

"Chef...? The customers are getting impatient, shall i close the restaurant?." Uraumes voice came from the doors, them peeking in. Not even phased by the nasty sight.

Sukuna, not stopping and using his other hand to land a harsh spank on your ass out of irritation.

"Tell them i'll be staring on... fuck, stop grippin me so tight... their damn food in five."

Yoon's notes: is this peak?

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