As Long As You're Next To Him (1)
CultLeader!geto x NonSorcererFem!reader (2)
Summary Such a strange but handsome man kept on requesting you to serve him at the restaurant you work at in the heart of Tokyo. What is his business?
Tags Isolation, Manipulation, Age gap, CNC, Kidnapping, Creampie, Size difference, Power imbalance
Words count 3.9K
You work the morning shifts from Monday to Friday at a local restaurant. It’s in a pretty popular area in Tokyo where many tourists seeks for traditions Japanese food to get the ‘full experience’ of being ‘Japanese culture.’ It doesn’t bother you exactly. And plus, you became fluent in English due to how many English speaker visits. You’ve always wanted to go to college in America. That’s why you’ve been saving up.
And everyday, only from Monday to Friday at exactly 5:45 pm, where the restaurant started to slows down with less people, where you just sit in the back playing on your phone waiting for your shifts to end at six pm, a tall man with dark, long hair and wearing a Gojo Kesha will walk in, alone, and ask to sit at the exact same seat in the corner of the restaurant and always request for you when other waiters or waitresses tried to serve him. Only you.
You’ve served him a few months ago, earlier. Probably around three pm, it’s not too busy during that time, just enough to keep you moving. That day, he came in with another guy. He looked like a foreigner. A black guy, tall as him, his name is Miguel from that day. But after that, you’ve never seen him again along with Mr. Suguru. Now he comes alone.
And today was no exception. He came in, sat in the corner and requested for you. This should’ve bothered you since your shifts is about to end in fifteen minutes but it didn’t. Even though tipping culture isn’t a thing here, he’d always ‘tip’ you extra a 150,000 yen when his order is barely a fourth of that. He’s basically helping you reaching your goal everyday.
The truth is, you’re used to this type of behavior. You’re beautiful, many says you could be a model but you never even thought about it to take that path. You’re too short to be taken seriously as a model. And modeling is too much restriction. You prefer to eat whatever, have your skin breaks out from time to time without the public criticizing you. You like a quiet life.
That’s why your co-workers envy you. A thousands usd tips just for serving him a single plate of meal and drink? Sounds too impossible to be true.
However, that prize came with a price. Every time he entered the restaurant, you felt a tense, heavy load on your shoulder, like you’re carrying buckets of water on your back. And whenever you serves him and decided to start a conversation, he’d randomly asked if you’re feeling tense anywhere on your body. And whenever you say you do, he’d wrapped his large hand onto yours and bring it to his forehead, mutter something under his breath and all of the sudden, the tension is gone.
Every single time, you’ll be shocked and asked if he’s a magician. And he’ll laugh and say he’s something way cooler than that.
”How can I help, Mr. Suguru?” You clicked your pen and held out a notepad. “The usual?”
”Hm.” He pretended to scan the menu. “I want to try something new today.”
”Anything in mind? Sweet, savor? I could recommend some.”
”Hmm.” He thought. “I prefer something…savor.”
“You want something like rice or something else?”
”Meat…” You scanned through the menu with him, lowering your back a little bit, your face barely a few inches around his. “Sukiyaki?”
“That’s a very nice choice, y/n.” He dragged your name a little too long to be casual with his deep, calm voice. “But, no, that’s not the savor I’m looking for today.”
”Well, Mr. Suguru.” You swinger your hand while snapping your fingers. “We’re one of the best restaurants around. Don’t worry, we’ll figure what your taste bud is looking for. We have a great menu.”
”Sure do.” He closed the menu. “Y/n…”
”You feel something heavy on your back?”
”Now that you mentioned it…” You straightened your back. “It’s very tense. God, I think I’m getting old!”
He chuckled and held your hand. “How old are you? Eighteen? Nineteen?”
He burst out laughing. “Eighteen and you’re calling yourself old?” His thumb caressed the back of your hand. “Your life just got started. You finally have…independence.”
You nods. “I know. But sometime I feel like I’m running out of time. Especially with my goals.”
”Your goals?” He looked at you with curiosity.
”Hm.” He nods. “And where is this little college you want to go to?”
The second you mentioned the U.S, his grip tightened and his face dropped to something…scary. You’ve never seen someone so calm and mad at the same time.
”Oh?” He stared into your eyes. “That’s very far…and it’s so dangerous with a pretty girl like you, all alone there. Why don’t you go to college nearby?”
You shook and tried to retrieve your had back but his grip was persistent. “I think it’s best if I go to college in America. Better opportunities…”
”Japan have good opportunities.” He went on. “As long you have connections and the ability.”
”R-Right. But I don’t have connections—“
”You have me.” He cuts you off. “I have connections. Insane amounts.”
”Mr. Suguru…” Your voice shook. “Please.” You glanced at your hand that he’s digging his nails into.
”Oh.” He let go immediately. “My apologies. Let me see if I did any scar.”
You massaged the places he dug into. “N-No it’s okay.” You swallowed. “I’ll get you started with a drink.”
”My usual drink. Please, y/n.” He folded his arms, resting the behind one another on the table. “Thank you.”
You rushed into the employee room.
”You okay?” Your co-worker asked you.
”No! The man that usually come during this time went insane.” You still held onto your hand. “He got so mad at me when I said I want to move to the U.S for college.”
”Fuck. I always know there’s someone wrong with him. I mean just look at how he’s dressed?” He puts his phone into his pocket. “You want me to handle it?”
”Please.” You quickly tapped in his drink.
“You got it, princess.” He teased and got up from his chair.
You smiled and sat down. You’ve always like your coworkers, especially him, Akio. He’s a few years older than you, and he worked here four years before you. And when you got hired, it was like his life mission to be your big brother. He’s always protecting you, helping you, and teasing you. He may be annoying occasionally but it makes up every time this type of situation happens.
Suguru’s drink came out in no time. Akio placed it on a tray and walked out the kitchen, not before passing you with a comforting wink that says “I got you.” You smiled and watched through the door’s window.
”Here you go sir.” He placed the glass in front of him.
Suguru paused and stared at him. “Where’s y/n?”
”Oh, she left. Her shifts ends at six pm and it’s currently…” He checked his watch. “Six.”
”No?” Akio repeated, clearly confused.
He cleared his throat. “I understand she’s hiding from me because my careless action just moments ago.” He continued. “And I would like to personally apologize to her. So please call her out.”
”She clocked out.” Akio lied one more time.
Suguru eye twitched. “I understand.” He picked up to glass and took a sip, staring into the air.
Akio nods and walked away.
“What happened? He looked pissed.” You asked him.
”Told him you clocked off. Which you should.”
”I don’t feel safe going home alone right now.”
Akio sighed. “I’ll call a friend to drop you off.”
You nodded. “That sound great.”
“Give me a second.” He whipped out his phone and went into a quieter space to make a phone.
You leaned against the wall near door. This is going to be the third report made to your boss this month. You were distracted with your mind, playing out how the interaction with your boss will go.
Just then, a push, the door swing open. Your heart nearly had a heart attack at the sudden action. But not as nearly when you looked up.
”There you are, y/n.” He looked down at you with a genuine smile. “I knew you will never leave me out to dry.”
Your brain screamed at you to run, draw attention, but your body stayed still. “Y-You can’t be back here…” You stuttered.
”I know.” He pouts. “But I was so lonely and heart broken out there to think you abandoned me. I got very…upset.”
You tried to peek outside the kitchen. But Geto blocked your view with the raise of his arm, his long sleeve blocking any visible view.
“I will serve you.” You tried to ease the situation. “Please, go sit down. You can get in a lot of trouble…”
He gave you a still smile that doesn’t even have a hint of warm. “That guy, Akio was it? Said you clocked out.” He leaned down to meet your level. “But it’s clear you didn’t. So is it him lying to me or was it you?”
You pressed your back against the wall. “Mr. Suguru…” Your breath stuttered.
“Y/n…” He pinned you against the door, locking it. “Every time you called me that, I get so tempted to just pin you against the booth and take you right there.”
You felt a heavy force clenching your chests, basically cutting your ability to breathe. “Hey, y/n.” He called out softly, his hand rising to your chest, grabbing a handful of one of your breast. The tension your chest loosened. “Do you feel heavy here?”
You tried to push him away, your neck twisted to the side.
He didn’t even budge when you used all your strength. “Why do you keep trying to keep me at a distance?” He kissed your jawline. “Am I not handsome enough for you? Not rich enough? Not kind enough?”
”Mr. Suguru…” Your hitched when you felt his warm lips just below your lips.
“What is it? What is it that you don’t want me the way I want you?” His hot breath sends shiver down your spine.
”Y-You’re way too old for me…”
“Twenty seven is old?” He grabbed your cheeks and forcefully twists your face to look at him. “Nine years is too old?”
”Y/n.” He went on. “I’ll make you the happiest girl on earth. Just don’t go to the US and we’d be fine.”
“Don’t you agree?” He asked coldly.
“Yes, yes! Please!” You pleaded.
He frowned. “That’s not a very honest answer.” He straightened his back, towering over you. “I hate liars.”
”Shut the fuck up.” He snapped. “You’re lucky you’re just my type…” He studied your face.
“Y/n!” Akio called out for you. He tried to open the door but it’s locked… “Y/n, what are you doing? Open up!” He rattled with the doorknob. He tried to peek into the window but there was no one inside visible.
”Y/n, are you there?” He knocked.
”A—“ Geto palmed your mouth, his large hand practically almost covered three quarters of your entire face.
You reached to unlock the door but Geto used his other hand and grabbed your wrists and pinned it above your head. “I will kill everyone in this restaurant if you don’t behave.” He whispered into your ears.
”Aki!” You called out but your scream was muffled.
”Y/n?” Akio called out one last time. “Did she leave already?” He mumbled to himself and went to the kitchen to search for you. Perhaps you got scared all alone and you wanted to stay with the chef…
Once the footstep faded away, Geto turned to you with the sharpest anger you’ve ever seen. “You’re so feisty.” His nails dig into your wrists. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
”Huh…?” Your head felt heavy and your vision started to blur out. Your limps weakens, and as your eyes shut close, you collapse into his arm that was already spread open for you.
Geto lowered his face to take a sniff of your scent. You smell sweet. Warm vanilla. Then he picked you up with ease into his arm, your head and the back of your knees supported by his hand.
He kicked open the back door in employee room and stepped outside. With you still supported in his arm, he spawned a large white bird. He hopped on and the bird took off into the sky, away from the visible view of civilians walking on the ground. Not that they can see curses anyway. They just can’t see a random man floating in the sky carrying a young woman in his arms.
It didn’t take him long to reach up the hills of Tokyo where his temple lies, overlooking everything. He shook you. You didn’t wake up. Good. His bird faded away as he stepped onto the ground and carried you inside.
He walked down the empty and silent halls toward his bedroom, the only secluded area.
He lies you down onto his mattress and kneeled beside you, admiring your unconscious body. “You’re not a monkey like the rest of the others.” He curled his index finger and caressed your soft cheeks. “You’re different. You’re like…him.”
He lowered himself and tested the water. He pecked you on the lips slowly and looked at you for any reaction. He slipped his fingers to his lips. Holy fuck. He finally did it. He gave you another kiss, this one deeper and longer, pouring his heart out and his frustration.
He’s been watching you outside the restaurant for a long time now. He knows everyone in your life and hated them all. He wants you to be his and his only. Those monkeys don’t deserve your attention. Especially that bitch Akio. When he served him just today, he swear he was going to become a curse himself.
“Y/n.” He called out softly against your lip. “Wake up.” He palmed your forehead.
Your eyes fluttered opened, the sudden light from the ceiling stung your eyes. You squinted, everything was blurry.
Geto lifts his head and watched you slowly wake up. “Y/n.” He smiled. “Don’t be scared—“
When you see his blurred face, you spring to adrenaline mode. You slapped him across the face with all the strength you could gather but it barely did damage. He didn’t even flinch or move at all. He took the slap like a screaming into a pillow.
“Y/n.” He said with a condescending tone. He tried to move closer to you. “Listen—“
”Stop!” You screamed at him. “I’m going call the police.” You reached for your phone in your pockets, expecting to feel your phone but…nothing.
He swayed your phone in his hand, dwarfed by how large his hand is. “With this?” He clicked on the screen, revealing the wallpaper you have. It’s a photoshoot of Cornell campus. “Hm. I know this university. Very fancy. Thought you might wanted to go to Princeton.”
Akio: Hey, y/n, are you at home?
Akio: That strange man disappeared as well
Akio: I don’t want to assume too fast cs ik ur smarter than to let him take you
Akio: But lmk if ur safe.
His gaze were sharp when he see those text messages pops up one by one. Then he rotated his gaze back toward you. “But that won’t be necessary.” He stood up from his knees, and keeping his eyes on you, he dropped your phone onto the ground and destroyed it with his shoes.
”What do you want from me?!” Your entire body trembled. The chatter of your teeth was satisfying to his ears.
He took a couple of steps to reach you. You crawled back to create distance until you hit against the corner of the room with nowhere to escape. He knelt down in front of you and curled a loose hair from your French braid.
”I want you.” He answered. “I don’t want to take your life or anything like that. Just you by my side, 24/7, and that will be enough.”
You bit down on your teeth when his fingertip glazed the side of your face and you looked to the side. “You are taking my life.”
”Now, would you want to die? Is that what you’re suggesting?”
”N-No!” You gasped. You’re still unsure what his intentions are. It could be devious like you with you then kill you or…like what he said…
He curved his lips into a creepy, calm smile. “Exactly. You’ll love it here by my side. I promise.”
”Call me Sensei.” He finished off with. “Geto-Sensei. Go on. Try it.”
He left you with no choice. ”G-Geto-Sensei…”
Geto licked his bottom lips, the same way a predator in the wild would lick his lip when he found his prey after starvation. “Say that again.” He leaned into the crook of your neck. He could smell the sweet perfume you applied this morning. Vanilla.
He messed up the braid you had by fisting a handful of hair into his hand. He tugged it back, warning you to not disobey him but also giving him a better access to your neck.
“Geto-Sensei!” You cried loudly.
”My name slides off your tongue so perfectly.” He forced his way in between your thighs. He fumbled with his clothes. He slides off the first layer. “You’re getting me all riled and hot here. Naughty girl.” He peeled off each layer until he’s left in just his boxer.
Though you didn’t want to, shouldn’t, you were mesmerized by his body. He’s fully jacked but not super muscular where it’s threatening and uncanny. He’s perfect leaned and muscular. And his long, black hair fall over his shoulder so prettily.
Geto chuckled when he sees you staring. “You like it?” He hold onto your wrists and placed your palm on his hard chest, where you could feel his heart beat. “Feel that? It’s all from you. My heart is pumping so much blood to my cock, just for you.”
He guide your hand lower and lower until it reached his v-line. “Don’t you want this?” He closed the distance. He pecked your lips to test the limits. You kissed him back. “This, my ‘organization’, power, and everything I own could be yours. As long as you stay in my sight.”
”Geto-Sensei…” You breathed, completely captivated. His voice was deep, calm, and smoothing. He’s being so gentle. You felt your underwear being soaked.
”That’s me, y/n baby.” He pinched the bottom of your shirt. “Do you love me, baby?” He raised your shirt up, revealing your stomach.
You stayed silent and raised your arms, allowing him to strip you. He threw your shirt across the room and unbuttoned your bra like he had done this a million times. Your breasts fall from the support your bra was holding.
He held your right tit into his hand, moving the soft fat around like he’s memorizing the structure. “Do you love me, baby?” He asked again, this time more sternly.
”I-I don’t know!” You panted.
”You don’t know?” He raised his brows. “You don’t know.” He mumbled under his nose. Without any hesitation, he slapped you across the face. You fall to the ground.
”If you don’t know.” He towered over you despite being on his knees. He stripped his boxers off, letting his aching cock spring free. “I’ll make sure you know after this.”
He grabbed onto your hips, his thumbs almost touching and he ripped your pants down and your underwear.
“G-Geto!” You tried to stop him but his hand flicked into action and held you down by wrapping his hand around your throat.
He slid his middle finger between your wet folds. His finger was long enough to wrap all the way around. “You sure you don’t love me?” He mocked you. “You’re wetter than water.” He slapped your cunt.
You choked out a moan and your back leaped off the floor. “So reactive.” He said to himself rather than to you.
He slid his middle finger into your vagina easily due to how wet you are. He curled and twists his fingers inside to ease you for the bigger games coming.
”Calm down.” He grunted when he felt your walls throb against his fingers and tightening. He could tell you were close but it wasn’t enough.
He forced his ring finger inside. It wasn’t as easily as the first finger but your walls learned to adapt quickly. He bend his fingers and slide his fingertips around to find your sweet spot.
His fingers barely pressed against your sweet spot and a sudden wash of tense heat washed over your body. You clenched your thighs and squirted all over Geto’s arm.
”Jeez.” He laughed and watched you soak his forearm.
Trickles of tears fall from the corner of your eyes. You weren’t sure if it’s from pleasure or stress. You expected Geto to let go by now and just do whatever he wants to do.
You felt the pressure of his fingers fades away…you let out a sigh of relief until he thrust the entire length of his fingers, curled enough to put the perfect amount of pressure onto your sweet spot.
”N-No!” You yelped and tried to close your legs but he withdrew his hand from your neck and pushed open your thigh.
”Uh-uh.” He teased you. His thumb rubbed against your clit softly.
Your body started to tremble all over again. You could feel yourself clenching and throb against him. You prepared yourself for another rush of climax.
”You’re so cute when you’re about to cum.” He drew his finger out. His skin all wrinkled and twitched at the sudden lose of warm and tightness. “I’ve been wondering how you taste.” He dipped his head, using his both free hands to force your legs spread wide open.
All you could do is look at him, too deep into the pleasure to say no to this. He’s so handsome…
He licked his tongue between your folds like a lollipop, making sure putting pressure on parts that mattered.
”O-Oh!” You hold onto his hair for support.
”Does it feel good?” He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit to get a reaction from you. “Y/n-Chan?”
”What’s my name?” He stuck your clit gently with his lips.
”G-Geto-Sensei!” You bit the bottom of your lip. “Y-yes! Geto-Sensei!” The unfinished climax he edged you on finally released itself, this time harder than last.
Instead of backing off, Geto lapped and drank up the very last drop of your squirt. Some got onto his face and hair.
He straightens his back and wiped his mouth and face. “Now that you had your fun.” He positioned his tip at your slippery hole, loose for anything at this point. “I deserve to have some fun too. Don’t you agree?”
You were barely awake after the second climax. Your brain signals you to nod your head.
Author's note Possible part two...An old work...
(Update from 4/9/26: There's a part two now)
