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Evaluation of Different Surface Treatment Methods

Overwhelmed by the countless surface treatment processes and their confusing definitions? Don’t worry! This blog simplifies everything for you with clear definitions and detailed process diagrams, helping you grasp the essentials of various surface treatment processes in just minutes!

1. PVD (Physical Vapor Deposition)

PVD is an industrial manufacturing process, belonging to a type of coating technology, primarily using physical means to heat or excite materials to deposit thin films. This technique, also known as vacuum coating or vapor deposition, is commonly employed in surface treatments of cutting tools, various molds, and in the manufacturing processes of semiconductor devices.

AD: Compared to chemical vapor deposition, physical vapor deposition has a wider range of applications. Almost all materials can be used to prepare thin films through physical vapor deposition.

DIS: The uniformity of film thickness is indeed a concern in physical vapor deposition.

PVD Physical Vapor Deposition 01

PVD Physical Vapor Deposition 02

2. Mechanical Polishing

Mechanical polishing relies on the grinding and rolling action of very fine polishing particles, as well as cutting and plastic deformation of the material surface, to remove protrusions from the polished surface of the metal sample, thus obtaining a smooth surface.

AD: The equipment structure is relatively simple, and the price is generally lower compared to other methods.

DIS:

Mechanical polishing is challenging for polishing workpieces with complex shapes or surfaces featuring special patterns or textures.

It tends to generate metal dust, which can affect the health of polishing workers.

It requires a high level of skill from workers, making it difficult to control the consistency and stability of workpiece quality.

Mechanical processing inevitably leaves microscopic cracks and residual stress on the workpiece surface, which may affect the quality and lifespan of the workpiece and pose safety hazards for production.

mechanical polishing

3. Chemical Polishing

Chemical polishing is a method that relies on the selective dissolution of surface irregularities on samples through the chemical etching action of chemical reagents, eliminating scratches and leveling surfaces.

AD: Chemical polishing does not require special fixtures or DC power supply equipment. It is simple to operate, energy-efficient, and not limited by the size or shape of the workpiece. Additionally, the direct cost of polishing is relatively low.

DIS: The pollution issue is particularly severe, as handling the waste liquid generated during the polishing process can increase costs.

Chemical Polishing

4. Electropolishing

Electropolishing, also known as electrochemical polishing or electrolytic polishing, utilizes the phenomenon of electrochemical dissolution generated by the anode in an electrolytic cell to selectively dissolve micro-protrusions on the anode surface, resulting in a smoother surface. In this process, the workpiece to be polished serves as the anode, while an inert metal acts as the cathode. Both poles are immersed in an electrolyte solution, and a direct current is passed through to achieve selective anodic dissolution, thereby increasing the brightness of the workpiece surface.

AD:

Consistent internal and external color, long-lasting luster, and the ability to smooth out concave areas that mechanical polishing cannot reach.

High production efficiency and low cost, suitable for large-scale sample preparation.

Enhanced corrosion resistance of the workpiece surface, applicable to all stainless steel materials.

DIS:

The quality of electrolytic polishing is influenced by the specifications of the electrolyte, as well as the current and voltage settings, making it difficult to determine the correct parameters.

Achieving satisfactory results for samples with cast iron or impurities is more challenging.

The electrolyte composition is complex, requiring careful attention to safety during use.

Electropolishing 01

Electropolishing 02

5. Spray Painting

spray painting is a coating method where the liquid is dispersed into uniform and fine droplets using a spray gun or disk atomizer, typically with the aid of pressure or centrifugal force, and applied to the surface of the object to be coated.

AD: Fast construction, good surface smoothness, no texture differences.

DIS: Spray painting machines are relatively expensive, and there is a significant amount of paint wastage.

Spray Painting

6. Powder Coating

Powder coating is a process where powder coating material is sprayed onto the surface of a workpiece using powder coating equipment (electrostatic spray gun). Under the influence of static electricity, the powder evenly adheres to the surface of the workpiece, forming a powdery coating layer.

AD:

Powder coatings do not contain VOCs (volatile organic compounds), eliminating issues such as fire hazards, toxicity, and environmental pollution.

Minimal material loss and high utilization.

Easy control of coating thickness, high construction efficiency, low construction difficulty, and energy and labor-saving.

Scratch-resistant, impact-resistant, durable, and excellent chemical resistance.

DIS:

The investment required for manufacturing powder coatings and replacing coating equipment is significant.

Color matching for powder coatings can be challenging, and changing colors or types during coating is more cumbersome and costly.

Cannot be used on substrates with poor heat resistance such as plastic, wood, or paper.

Powder coatings are susceptible to clumping during storage due to pressure, temperature, and humidity fluctuations.

Powder Coating

7. Sandblasting

Sandblasting, using compressed air as the driving force, involves high-speed jet streams of abrasive materials (such as copper ore sand, quartz sand, emery, iron sand, and sea sand) being sprayed onto the surface of workpieces, causing changes in the appearance or shape of the workpiece surface. Due to the impact and cutting action of the abrasives on the workpiece surface, the surface cleanliness and roughness of the workpiece are altered. This process improves the mechanical properties of the workpiece surface, enhancing fatigue resistance, increasing adhesion between the workpiece and coatings, prolonging the durability of the coatings, and facilitating coating leveling and decoration.

AD:

Sandblasting can quickly clean the surface of objects, and the surface quality after sandblasting is good, effectively prolonging the lifespan of objects.

Sandblasting can be adapted to various types of objects, whether they are made of steel, ceramic, or plastic.

Simple operation.

DIS:

Sandblasting generates a large amount of dust and waste, causing environmental pollution.

Sandblasting operations require certain knowledge and skills; incorrect operation may damage the surface of objects.

Sandblasting requires regular maintenance and cleaning to ensure its proper functioning.

Sandblasting

8. Shot Peening

Shot peening is a widely used surface strengthening process in factories. It involves bombarding the surface of workpieces with shot particles to implant residual compressive stress, thereby enhancing the fatigue strength of the workpiece through cold working. This technique is extensively used to improve the mechanical strength, wear resistance, fatigue resistance, and corrosion resistance of components. Types of shot particles include steel shot, cast iron shot, glass beads, ceramic beads, etc.

AD:

Simple equipment, low cost

Not restricted by the shape and position of the workpiece

Convenient operation

DIS:

Poor working environment

Low unit output

Lower efficiency compared to shot blasting

Shot Peening

9. Electroplating

Electroplating is a process that involves using electrolysis to deposit a metal film onto the surface of metal or other material components. This process helps prevent metal oxidation (such as rusting), enhances wear resistance, conductivity, reflectivity, corrosion resistance, and improves aesthetics.

AD: Attractive surface appearance, excellent corrosion resistance, strong mechanical properties.

DIS: Improper handling of generated wastewater and exhaust may lead to environmental pollution, high energy consumption, and potential health hazards to humans.

Electroplating

10. Anodizing (Anodic Oxidation)

Anodizing refers to the process where aluminum and its alloys, under specific electrolyte and process conditions, form an oxide film on the surface of aluminum products (the anode) due to the action of an external electric current.

AD:

Anodizing can form a dense oxide film on the surface of metal, effectively preventing oxidation and corrosion.

It increases the hardness of the metal surface, making it more resistant to wear and scratches, thus extending its lifespan.

Different colors of oxide films formed on the metal surface enhance its aesthetic appearance and decorative properties.

The roughness of the metal surface increases after anodizing, which promotes adhesion between coatings and substrates, making the coating more durable.

An insulating oxide film formed on the metal surface improves its insulation properties.

DIS:

Particularly when dealing with large areas or thicknesses of metal products, significant energy consumption increases production costs.

Strict control of processing conditions and operating standards is required, leading to longer processing times that may affect production efficiency.

The oxide film formed during anodizing may affect the dimensions and shapes of the metal, posing a certain risk to the normal operation of high-precision or high-demand components.

The anodizing process is mainly suitable for certain metals such as aluminum, magnesium, and titanium. For other metals like steel, copper, and silver, the anodizing process may not be applicable or effective.

Although the oxide film formed by anodizing has high hardness and corrosion resistance, it may be damaged under certain conditions such as mechanical wear or chemical corrosion, requiring regular maintenance and repair.

Anodizing Anodic Oxidation

11. EPD (Electrophoretic deposition)

Electrophoretic deposition is a process where, under the influence of an applied voltage between positive and negative poles, charged paint particles in an electrophoretic coating migrate toward the cathode. They react with alkaline substances generated on the cathode surface, forming insoluble deposits on the surface of the workpiece.

AD:

Safety in production: Electrophoretic coating uses water as a solvent, making it non-toxic and non-flammable.

High-quality coating: Electrophoretic paint has strong adhesion, uniform thickness, and excellent corrosion resistance.

High utilization rate: Electrophoretic paint is efficiently used.

DIS:

Limited applicability to small and medium-sized parts due to equipment constraints.

Restricted to conductive substrates and single-layer coating: Once a part is coated with electrophoretic paint, it becomes an insulator, preventing further electrophoretic coating.

Limited color options: Electrophoretic paint colors are predominantly dark.

EPD Electrophoretic deposition

12. Micro-arc Oxidation

Micro-arc oxidation, also known as micro-plasma oxidation, is a process where, through a combination of electrolyte and specific electrical parameters, an instant high-temperature and high-pressure effect is generated on the surface of aluminum, magnesium, titanium, and their alloys via arc discharge. This process results in the growth of a ceramic coating layer primarily composed of metal oxide on the substrate.

AD:

The metal oxide layer formed by micro-arc oxidation is metallurgically fused with the substrate, resulting in high bond strength. The ceramic layer has a dense structure, good toughness, and exhibits characteristics such as wear resistance, corrosion resistance, high-temperature shock resistance, and electrical insulation. It can also meet requirements for thermal insulation, catalysis, antibacterial properties, etc.

The process has a wide range of applications and is environmentally friendly during processing.

DIS: The surface may be rough and uneven.

Micro arc Oxidation

13. Metal Brushing

Metal brushing is a manufacturing process involving repeatedly scraping aluminum plates with sandpaper to create lines. The main process consists of three parts: degreasing, sanding, and washing. During the brushing process, a special film technique applied after anodizing treatment enables the metal surface to form a film layer containing metal components. This process makes each fine scratch clearly visible, allowing the metal to exhibit a subtle sheen amidst its matte finish.

AD:

Wear-resistant, high-temperature-resistant, and corrosion-resistant.

Easy maintenance and cleaning in daily use.

Fine texture.

Long lifespan.

DIS: Relatively expensive price.

Metal Brushing

14. Etching

Etching is a technique that removes part of the material through chemical reactions or physical impacts. Etching typically refers to photolithographic etching, where after exposure and development, the protective film on the area to be etched is removed. When exposed to a chemical solution during etching, it dissolves and corrodes the material, creating a concave or hollow effect.

AD:

Metal etching processes can create extremely precise shapes and patterns, and the consistency of the metal etching process ensures that each product in mass production has the same quality and characteristics.

Etching processes can be applied to various metals, including copper, nickel, gold, silver, iron, and some non-metallic materials.

Metal etching processes generate relatively little waste, and in many cases, waste can be recycled and treated.

High efficiency.

DIS:

Etching processes require precise control of factors such as chemical solution concentration, temperature, and etching time, leading to high complexity.

High equipment and manufacturing costs: Etching processes require specialized equipment and materials such as etching tanks, power supplies, heat exchangers, etc. Additionally, precise control of the production process is needed to ensure product quality and consistency.

Workers may be exposed to hazards such as chemical substances, high temperatures, and noise.

Etching

15. IMD (In-Mold Decoration technology)

IMD, also known as non-painting technology, is an internationally popular surface decoration technique. It involves applying a surface-hardened transparent film, printing the pattern layer in the middle, and injecting the back molding layer. The ink is sandwiched between layers, making the product resistant to friction, preventing surface scratches, and maintaining color brightness for an extended period without fading.

AD:

Strong scratch resistance and corrosion resistance.

Long service life.

Excellent three-dimensional effect.

Strong resistance to dust, moisture, and deformation.

Color can be changed as desired.

Patterns can be easily modified.

DIS:

Long lead time.

Prone to issues such as film detachment and distortion.

High defect rate in products.

IMD In Mold Decoration technology 01

IMD In Mold Decoration technology 02

16. OMD (Out Mold Decoration)

OMD is an extension of IMD (In-Mold Decoration) technology that integrates visual, tactile, and functional elements. It combines printing, texture structure, and metallization characteristics to achieve 3D surface decoration.

AD:

Substrate material is not limited, can be metal or plastic.

Can achieve 3D shapes.

Can encapsulate internal structures (back-molding).

Allows for simultaneous processing of multiple small products.

DIS:

High equipment investment.

Unable to achieve complex 3D shapes.

OMD Out Mold Decoration

17. Laser Engraving

Laser engraving, also known as laser etching or laser marking, is a surface treatment process based on optical principles. It involves using a laser beam to engrave permanent marks on the surface of a material or within transparent materials.

AD:

Fast marking speed, low cost

Attractive patterns, high resolution, and high precision

Wear-resistant

DIS: Limited color options

18. EDM (Electrical Discharge Machining)

EDM is a specialized machining method that utilizes the erosive effect produced by pulsed discharges between two electrodes immersed in a working fluid to remove conductive materials. It is also known as spark machining or spark erosion machining. The tool electrode is typically made of materials with good conductivity, high melting points, and easy machinability, such as copper, graphite, copper-tungsten alloy, and molybdenum. During the machining process, there is wear on the tool electrode, but it is usually less than the material removal from the workpiece metal, and in some cases, it can be negligible.

AD:

Capable of machining materials and complex-shaped workpieces that are difficult to cut using conventional cutting methods, such as sharp corners.

Does not produce burrs and tool marks.

Tool electrode material does not need to be harder than the workpiece material.

Enables automation due to the direct use of electrical energy.

DIS: Low efficiency.

EDM Electrical Discharge Machining 01

19. Laser Etching

Laser etching involves the treatment of steel surfaces with high-energy density lasers to create patterns such as snake skin, etchings, pearlescent finishes, or other forms of textures.

AD: High welding accuracy and small heat-affected zone, suitable for repairing precision molds.

DIS:

Welding wire is relatively expensive, leading to lower efficiency.

Bulky equipment makes mobility difficult, and unsuitable for on-site operations. Welding repairs need to be performed on a workbench, making it impractical for large molds or workpieces.

Repairing irregular-shaped defects can be challenging compared to straight-line repairs.

Large heat-affected zones during welding repairs increase the likelihood of workpiece sagging, deformation, and undercutting.

Lower welding accuracy, unable to meet the requirements of high-precision molds.

Many mold repairs require preheating, insulation, and other processes, making them cumbersome and time-consuming.

Laser Etching

20. Pad Printing

Pad printing, also known as tampon printing, is a specialized printing method that involves using a steel (or copper, thermoplastic) plate with an engraved design. A curved surface pad made of silicone rubber material is used to pick up ink from the plate's surface. The ink is then transferred onto the desired object's surface by pressing the pad against it, resulting in the printing of text, patterns, or other images.

AD:

Wide application range: Pad printing is commonly used on products with recesses or on the back of objects where screen printing is not feasible. It can achieve clean printing results even on uneven surfaces.

Convenient operation: Equipment can be operated semi-automatically or fully automatically, with low labor costs and high production efficiency.

DIS:

Ordinary results.

Pad printing cannot create patterns with large areas.

Due to the clear edges of the recesses processed by steel plates, gradient colors cannot be produced.

Pad Printing

21. Screen Printing

Screen printing refers to a printing method that uses a screen as the printing plate, which is made into a screen printing plate with images or text through photosensitive plate-making methods. Screen printing consists of five main elements: the screen printing plate, squeegee, ink, printing table, and substrate. The basic principle of screen printing is that the ink can pass through the mesh holes of the image/text part of the screen printing plate, while the non-image/text part of the mesh holes cannot pass through the ink. During printing, ink is poured into one end of the screen printing plate, and a certain pressure is applied to the inked area on the screen printing plate using a squeegee. At the same time, the squeegee moves steadily towards the other end of the screen printing plate, and the ink is squeezed from the mesh holes of the image/text part onto the substrate.

AD:

Screen printing can use various types of inks: oil-based, water-based, synthetic resin emulsion-based, powder, etc.

Screen printing plates are flexible and have a certain elasticity, suitable for printing on soft materials such as paper and fabric, as well as on hard objects such as glass and ceramics.

Screen printing requires low printing pressure, making it suitable for printing on fragile objects.

Thick ink layer with strong coverage.

Not limited by the surface shape or size of the substrate. Screen printing can be applied on flat surfaces, as well as on curved or spherical surfaces. It is suitable for printing on both small and large objects.

DIS:

Only one color can be printed at a time.

Plate-making and film output costs are relatively high, making it unsuitable for small-batch production.

Poor performance when used on uneven surfaces.

Ink quantity cannot be easily controlled.

Screen Printing

22. Direct Thermal Printing

Direct thermal printing refers to a method where a thermal-sensitive agent is coated on paper to create thermal recording paper. When subjected to heat, the thermal recording paper causes a physical or chemical change in the substance (coloring agent) to produce an image.

AD:

Fast printing speed and low noise level.

Clear printing and easy to use.

DIS: Direct thermal printers cannot print duplicates directly, and the printed documents cannot be permanently archived.

Direct Thermal Printing

23. Thermal Transfer Printing

Thermal transfer printing works by first digitally printing the desired image onto transfer paper using specialized transfer ink in an inkjet printer. Then, a dedicated heat transfer machine applies high temperature and pressure to accurately transfer the image onto the surface of the product, completing the printing process.

AD:

Simple printing process with accurate positioning.

Does not cause damage to the material.

Suitable for printing images with color gradients and on multiple materials.

DIS:

Poor breathability.

Fine cracks may appear in the printed pattern on clothing when stretched.

Poor durability.

Thermal Transfer Printing

24. Planographic Printing

Planographic printing is a printing method that uses flat printing plates. It is the most widely used printing process globally and is also employed in the manufacturing of semiconductor and MEMS devices. Planographic printing, also referred to as "offset printing" or "indirect printing," is a common commercial printing technology. It involves transferring images or text from flat printing plates onto rubber blankets, which are then used to print onto paper or other materials.

AD:

Fast printing speed, relatively low printing cost, and high print quality.

Suitable for large-scale and repeat printing jobs.

DIS:

Requires preparation of preliminary work such as plate making and setup.

Not suitable for short-run printing and customization.

Planographic Printing 01

Planographic Printing 02

25. Curved Surface Printing

Curved surface printing involves placing ink into engraved plates with text or patterns, and then transferring them onto curved surfaces. The text or patterns are then transferred onto the surface of the molded product using the curved surface. Finally, methods such as heat treatment or ultraviolet light exposure are used to cure the ink.

AD:

Wide applicability: It can be used for printing on various curved surfaces, such as cylinders, spheres, and irregular shapes.

High customization: It can print complex patterns, text, and images on curved surfaces, achieving personalized customization.

High production efficiency, and stable quality.

DIS:

Higher cost due to the need for more equipment and technical support.

Subject to limitations of printing machinery and technology, some specific shapes of curved surfaces may not be fully covered.

Design complexity may increase as designers need to consider the variations and distortions of curved surfaces.

Ink curing in surface printing may be uneven or incomplete due to the influence of the surface shape.

Curved Surface Printing

26. Hot Stamping

Hot stamping refers to a process where hot stamping materials or hot stamping patterns are transferred onto objects such as paper, cardboard, fabric, or coated materials using heat and pressure. Hot stamping is commonly used in the binding process, especially on covers.

AD:

Precision and meticulous craftsmanship, with minimal equipment errors, resulting in finer patterns on hot-stamped items.

Capable of performing three-dimensional hot stamping.

Energy-efficient, reducing environmental pollution, and offering fast hot stamping speeds.

DIS:

The high precision requirement of the hot stamping process for equipment leads to increased costs.

The process involves relatively complex and intricate procedures.

Hot Stamping

27. Water Transfer Printing

Water transfer printing is a technique that transfers printed images or graphics from a flat surface onto the surface of different materials using water. It is divided into two types: water immersion transfer and water overlay transfer (curved surface overlay). Water immersion transfer is mainly used for transferring text and photographic images, while water overlay transfer is primarily used for complete transfer over the entire surface of an object.

AD:

Aesthetic appeal: It can transfer any natural patterns, photos, and graphics onto products.

Innovation: Water transfer printing technology can overcome the limitations of traditional printing methods such as heat transfer, offset printing, screen printing, and surface coating, allowing for the creation of complex shapes and angles.

Versatility: Applicable to surface printing on hardware, plastics, leather, glass, ceramics, wood, etc. (not suitable for fabric and paper).

Personalized design.

Efficiency: No need for plate-making; direct printing and immediate transfer.

DIS:

Transferred images or graphics are prone to deformation.

Fully manual operation leads to high labor costs and low production efficiency.

Water Transfer Printing

28. Flat Screen Printing

Flat screen printing involves fixing printing molds onto square frames, which are usually made of polyester or nylon mesh (screen) with hollow patterns. The patterned areas of the screen allow ink to pass through, while the non-patterned areas are sealed with a polymer film layer to block the mesh openings. During printing, the screen is pressed tightly against the fabric, ink is poured onto the screen, and a squeegee is used to repeatedly scrape and press the ink through the patterns onto the fabric surface.

AD:

Convenient plate-making process, with large repeat lengths, multiple color matching options, ability to print fine patterns without color bleeding, high ink volume, and the capability to achieve a three-dimensional effect. Suitable for printing on silk, cotton, synthetic fabrics, and knitted fabrics, especially for high-end fabrics with small batches and multiple variety requirements.

Hand scraping of the ink on the hot table allows for unlimited printing repeats.

DIS:

Due to the long distance between color frames, it is difficult to achieve overlapping colors.

Manual fabric placement, manual lifting of the frame, and hand scraping of the ink result in high labor intensity and uneven ink scraping.

The heat source for the hot table is typically steam heating, though some use electric heating, which consumes a lot of electricity and is prone to accidents.

29. Calendering

Calendering, also known as pressing, is the final process of finishing leather. It involves using the plasticity of fibers under heated conditions to flatten or create parallel fine diagonal lines on the surface of the fabric, enhancing the gloss of the fabric. This process is typically carried out using a swing calender machine or a bottom leather rolling machine. Usually, it involves two passes: the first pass compresses the leather body, done after even wetting, followed by stacking to balance moisture content. The second pass is for calendering, which results in a smooth and glossy leather surface with a compacted leather body, thus achieving the finished leather.

Conclusion

With such an array of surface finishing processes available, navigating through their definitions and intricacies can be daunting. However, this blog streamlines the information by organizing definitions and process diagrams, making it effortless to grasp the various surface treatment techniques in just a few minutes. Each method's advantages and disadvantages are neatly presented, enabling a quick understanding of their applications, efficiencies, and limitations.

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tonycries · 9 months ago

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Bad Boys Bring Roses - G.S.

Synopsis. You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

Pairing. Yakuza boss! Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, yakuza! au, fake marriage, annoyances to lovers, elders suck, mentioned k*lling (not reader or Satoru), Satoru is INSANE and SO down bad, one bed trope, praise, biting, oral (fem receiving), fíngering, unprotected, créampie, spitting, overstim, flower language, kníves, bit dark, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 9.1k (whoopsies)

A/N. I just HAD to get this out of my mind like I wanna write an entire book series on this. Spent too long researching rose language as well so see if y’all catch that hehe.

You thought the wedding invitation was a joke when it had arrived - a delicate, lacey little card that you’ve probably read over a million times by now. It had been stuffed haphazardly into your mailbox, along with a ridiculously large bouquet of purple roses. Seemingly inconspicuous when you first tore into the thick envelope, wondering which one of your friends was getting married now.

And it was - that is, until you saw your name at the very top - right where the blushing bride’s was supposed to be.

We hereby formally invite you to the marriage of…

What?

No return address. No date. No groom’s name either. Only yours, written in beautiful, golden writing - inviting you to your own wedding, exactly a week from now.

You remember perfectly the way you’d flipped it over and over in your hands, the gears turning in your head as you tried to crack down on the motive behind this invitation. A threat? A joke? Texting all of your friends about what a cute prank that was - only to get a shared confused reaction, and a few “April Fool’s has already passed, y’know.”

Hell, you’d even cornered the mailman, desperate to get to the bottom of this. But that wasn’t particularly helpful when he was only able to shake his head in protest, pale as a sheet, and trembling ever-so-slightly as he sped away from you. Weird.

Without a clue as to who sent the letter, or even a follow-up in the days after, you stuffed the invitation somewhere deep in the back of your closet and handed the bouquet to your mother. Not bothering to tell your parents where it was from - because who’d worry over a stupid prank like this? It was probably one of the kids from down the street that’d gotten their grubby lil’ hands on a printer.

You, however, had more important things to focus on - like trying to help your father revive his failing diner. It was a family business, a quaint, hearty little shop. One that was quickly, and dangerously, losing both customers and employees with the brand new fast food place that’d popped up right across the street.

Which is why you found yourself here - working overtime on a Saturday night, looking over the empty chairs and stacks of boxes from behind the counter. Whatever, it was only a few weeks until relocation anyway.

You heave out a sigh, eyes flitting to the clock beside you - 11:21pm.

Nine minutes more, you drum your fingers in boredom, maybe you should just close up early. Because sure as hell no one else was-

“Oh? Still open?”

“Ah- Uh, yes, welcome!” Jolting out of your reverie, you stand up ramrod straight, taking in the customer standing at the door. He wasn’t one of the regulars - no, you think you’d remember if he was. Cloudy white hair, piercing blue eyes that twinkle from above his shades, even in the dim light of the diner. He was so very tall, taking up almost all of the doorframe, only getting more and more imposing as he walks up to you in quick, long strides. Magnetizing.

And if you dared let your eyes wonder, you caught a few tattoos peeking out from his unfairly snug button-up, clashing with its flashy blue color. Dragons? Trees? Or were they flowers - roses?

“Roses.” the man in front of you answers your unspoken question, voice so very deep, and melodic - tinged with something playful in it that you wouldn’t have expected at first glance. At your raised brow he continues with a wink, “Could tell ya were checkin’ me out, sweetheart.”

“F-forgive my rudeness, sir.” you sputter, face burning. You look away from the way his muscled ripple as he crosses his arms, immediately turning to fumble with the menus, “Please take a seat and I’ll be there with you shortly.”

You’d expected him to take up a booth, or maybe head towards one of the good tables around the corner. What you did not expect was for him to plop down on the stool right in front of you, flashing you a playful grin before humming, “S’alright, m’just waitin’ for someone.”

Oh. Well, it made sense that someone like him would be taken. Swallowing, you hand over the menu, before giving him a close-lipped smile, “A lover?”

Resting his head on his palms, not bothering to even glance at the list of dishes before him. “My fiancée.”

“Congratulations, Mr…”

“Gojo Satoru.” he tilts his head, looking way too happy with himself. “Please, call me Satoru.”

You nod softly, picking up your pen and notepad to get this conversation over with - and maybe to also avoid his heavy stare that made something hot and uncomfortable coil in your stomach. “Right, Mr-” at his disappointed whine, “Satoru. Congratulations, must be one heck of a thing to plan.”

“Oh I’m having fun with the wedding planning.” He waves off your words with a chuckle, missing - or pointedly ignoring - the way you were waiting for his order. “How’s it going for you?”

What?

You narrow your eyes at the way Satoru was batting those long lashes up at you, deceivingly innocent and waiting for your answer. “I’m sorry- Me? Did you mean with the diner relocation plans or-”

“No no no.” he laughs, loud and boisterous. And usually you’d have a thing or two to say at someone interrupting you if you weren’t so mesmerized by that little dimple at the corner of his grin. One that moves as he plows on, “M’asking how wedding planning is going for you, wifey~”

There’s a beat of silence. One. Two. With you gaping at the pure audacity as Satoru quiets down to little titters, seemingly studying your reaction in amusement. Which slowly, but surely, drains from his face as you grit out a sharp, “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, sir. We’re very busy and don’t have time to entertain your pick-up lines.”

Those widened blue eyes sweep the painfully empty diner, letting out a low whisper. “I can see that.” you let out a strangled noise of embarrassment at that. “But you’re really gonna ask your husband to leave?”

Huffing in frustration, “I don’t have a husband.”

“...you do.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t. And who the fuck are you to tell me I do?”

“What?!” Satoru jumps out of his seat in shock, fast enough that the stool clatters to the floor with a deafening clang! Hands slamming on the counter as he leans over it - so close that you could feel his minty breath fanning your face with each hurried, shrill word that tumbles out of his lips. “What do you mean you don’t have a- I’m gonna kill those fuckin’- After I bought Canva premium just to make that invitation? Did the flowers come at least?”

And while Satoru is panicking, words spilling out of his mouth a mile a minute - only one of those rings in your mind - invitation.

“You.” you hiss, barely audible over meltdown in front of you. Pointing a finger accusingly, “You’re the one behind that prank with the dumbass roses.”

That seems to snap Satoru out of his dramatic monologue - and you’re glad it did. Because he looks up to meet your glare, “Hey! You didn’t like the roses?”

And for the first time, you see Satoru more serious than he’d been ever since stepping into this diner. Eyes somewhere behind you, ablaze and almost…frightening. “Didn’t you ask him?”

You whirl around to see your father, who’d apparently rushed downstairs at the commotion. Baseball bat to fight off the intruder hanging in midair as he stands frozen, taking in the scene before him - but more importantly, that man in front of him. “You.”

---

And, well, it’s not everyday that you’re having late night tea with your parents and one of your father’s…business associates. Even rarer when said business associate is…you gulp, praying to whoever’s above that this is all some sick dream you’ll wake up any second from.

“So, let me get this straight…” you sigh, pinching your nose in frustration. It’s been an hour or two of trying to understand whatever this was. Giving a stern look at the two men squirming across from you in the booth. “My father was conned by one of your-” you gesture your head at Satoru, which only makes his smirk grow, “-men to take a loan from your um-”

“Family, yakuza. Anything goes.” he supplies helpfully.

You wave him off, trying as quickly as possible to brush off the ‘yakuza’ bit that makes your stomach lurch. “And now he owes you a favor of…what exactly?”

Satoru leans across the table, t-shirt opening tantalizingly. Voice dropping to an almost-pleading murmur, “Look, I just need you to pretend to be my doting, loving, charming, gorgeous-” backtracking at your withering glare, “...Anyway. I just need a fake wife for a few months, convince my family to get off my back about arranged marriage n’ carrying the Gojo legacy. Then bam! you stomp all over my heart, we divorce and I’m too heartbroken to ever get married again. Easy.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

You bet Satoru’s disappointed groan echoed across all 23 words of Tokyo, because it was definitely ringing in your ears amongst whirlwind thoughts of marriage? To a yakuza? Completely, and utterly ridiculous. And from his talks of “carrying the family name” it seemed like he was some sort of future head as well. Though, he definitely wasn’t acting like it right now.

“Alright. Plan B, then.”

Oh? You couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t that much of a manchild as sits up from where he’d been splayed all over the table in tragedy. Lacing his fingers together before turning to your father, continuing in a more diplomatic tone, “But I want the cash you took. In full. Now. Gonna hafta disguise my best friend as my wife, n’ dresses for a six foot man aren’t cheap.”

Your mother looked like she could faint right then and there. Choking out a noise of surprise, “B-but we’ve deposited it all for the relocation- Please, can’t we pay any other-”

At the firm shake of his head, you stammer, “Now? Aren’t you some yakuza nepo baby, can’t you just ask your parents for money?”

“No.” Satoru chuckles, in a tone which told you that he probably could but might just lose his head for it. Only further supported as he muses, “Not unless I want a finger cut off for dealin’ money on the side. Seriously, sweetheart, why did you think I sent you the invitation last week?”

“Take me instead.” you father cries, trying to negotiate above Satoru’s half-joking mutters of “Ugh, I’m not into ol’ men dumb enough to sign yakuza contracts.”

It was all too much. You couldn’t take out the relocation deposit - it was a new start, possibly the only thing to save your family. Nor do you have enough in savings to pay back the loan. And if Satoru’s warning was anything to listen to, then you knew that dealing with the yakuza could be dangerous. Why you? Why you? Why you?

“Fine.”

The moment that word leaves your lips, it’s like the whole world freezes. Everyone in the room - including yourself - unsure of whether they heard you right. “I’ll do it.” you clarify, voice hesitant but firm. Eyeing the way Satoru’s eyes begin to sparkle, the beginnings of a smile curling his lips. Raising a finger to shush your father’s protests, “But for a month, until we leave this place. After that m’going with my family and you’re never to contact us ever again. Deal?”

And oh Satoru seemed over the moon, reaching out to grasp your hand in a handshake - so warm, and softer than you’d imagined. “Swear on m’life, wifey. You can kill me if not.”

He was so intimidating - and intimidatingly exhilarating.

Only an hour more of arguing and a quick phone call later, men - yakuza, you assume - were flooding your family’s little diner. All tattooed and burly, looking somewhat comical as they carried your few packed-up suitcases outside. Well, at least they stayed for a late dinner.

And ended up being witnesses to a very rushed, very rushed signing of marriage agreements. Evidence to really show up your alleged marriage. It barely even lasted a few minutes before, well, that was that - you were married, to the son of a yakuza head.

You say a quick goodbye to your teary parents, soothing them with promises of “I’ll be back before you know it. One month. That’s all.”

“And don’t worry about a thing,” Satoru sing-songs, coming up behind you. “If there’s anyone she’s safe with, it’s me.”

“You better keep your mitts off of my baby.” your father warns, raising the baseball bat still clutched in his hand menacingly.

“I won’t lay a hand on her, father-in-law. And anyone that even thinks about it…” he cackles, breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll kill.”

Prancing off to hold the door of that shiny black Mercedes parked outside open for you. “Ladies first.”

With another quick hug to your parents, you hastily make your way inside. Feeling extremely out of place amongst the overly luxurious interior in your slightly-stained work uniform. God, the covers on these cushions themselves probably cost more than your house.

“Like the car? I can buy you one. Or four, as a wedding gift.” Satoru grins.

Oh, right. You weren’t in here alone - you were here with your new…husband. The word felt so strange to even wrap your head around, instead you turn to meet his easy smile. Clenching your jaw as you grit out, “So how do we act m-married?”

You swear he brightens up impossibly, scooting closer to you on the seat. Heart lurching as he raises his eyes to meet yours, dizzy with the heat of his proximity, he promptly pulls out his Notes app.

“Well, you see. I forgot to send this with the invitation so you better memorize this before we get home.” flashing you a long, long list of likes and dislikes, “Here’s my favorite color and my favorite Digimon and-”

That car ride could not have been longer. Because in addition to arguing with Satoru about who the best Digimon was, you had to fill out your own version of his overly extensive list. “So we can be foolproof.” he’d whined. And you’d been so engrossed in the process that you barely noticed the looming estate out the window.

“We’re here, young master and madam Gojo.”

It took a second to register that the driver was talking to you as well as Satoru, immediately pushing your face against the window to take in the scenic site before you. Heavy wooden doors - probably taller than an average house - opening to reveal sprawling gardens. Koi ponds and rose bushes lining a pathway that led to a traditional Japanese house - all power and glory. You half wondered whether you were still in Tokyo.

“Home sweet home.” Satoru grunts. “Such a beautiful hell, huh?”

Your home, for the next month. At least.

And if you had any doubt that Satoru was in fact the future yakuza head, that all went out the window at the welcome you got. Men lining the wooden hallway, bowing at the waist while your all-new husband wraps a hand around your shoulders, pointing out the various rooms and ornaments as he led you in.

“-and this is going to be our room.” he brings you in front of a large tatami room, one the size of your entire diner.

“Ours.” you repeat. Walking unhurriedly to the king-sized bed in the middle - the only bed. Heart pounding as you take it all in.

“Ours.” Satoru echoes, happily. And if he was any bit as affected as you are, then he doesn’t show it, instead pulling out a blue yukata from the closet, a golden Gojo emblem stamped on the back. Made with such a pretty, delicate fabric that it made you shiver to think how much it cost. “Now, I had these made jus’ for you last week. You can give me a lil’ fashion show tomorrow, so make sure you get some rest, wifey.”

It’s only when he says the word “rest” that you realize exactly how tired you are. Your long shift and the entirety of this having your eyes feeling heavier than usual.

“Um…” you start, risking a glance at the bed.

Satoru jolts, “Ah- don’t worry, sweetheart. You take the bed.” beginning to saunter outside to meet his team. “Got some work, so I’ll be sleeping in my office. Dream of me~”

And, really, you almost felt bad splaying yourself out on the crisp navy sheets. Sinking into the heady smell of fabric softener, and something so so Satoru. Addictive. Like an expensive cologne that made your head spin, one that wafted through your mind as you dreamt of summer weddings, and blue, blue skies.

“Ichiji.”

“Yes, young master.”

“See to it that the madam is safe. Anyone try anything funny and you bring them back alive. I wanna be the one to play with them, okay~?”

“Of course, young master.”

---

Admittedly, you probably have the best sleep of your life at the Gojo estate- or, it would’ve been if your husband didn’t burst in every morning at 7am. Handing you a ridiculously big bouquet of white roses, straight from the garden, before dragging you outside.

Milling about the estate, Satoru was never too far behind, chattering away. Letting you hold onto his strong arm crossing the bridges, occasionally having you show up to yakuza meetings as his plus one. Relishing in the rumors spreading all through the yakuza syndicates in Tokyo. Gojo Satoru, and the commoner wife he’d do anything for.

Weirdly enough, some strange little part of you thinks he puts in a lot more work than necessary for some pretend relationship…

“I think that stupid plan is really working, y’know.” you muse to him after a few days of this. Dipping your fingers into one of your favorite koi ponds with a nod at the figures watching you from a distance - Gojo clan elders, you assume. “Those old coots hate being within a five mile radius of me.”

Satoru huffs out a laugh, “That so? S’probably the method acting then, huh? Taking good care of me, wifey?” he wiggles his eyebrows, nudging you from where he was holding an umbrella beside you.

Furrowing your brows mockingly, “S’funny for you to say, they don’t even look at me. But they follow me around everywhere.”

“Do they annoy you, must I do my duty as a husband and gouge their eyes out?”

He…didn’t sound like he was joking.

Rolling your eyes, you pointedly ignoring the way your heart lurches at the word “husband.” Still so jumpy at the idea. “Speaking of, your parents give up the marriage proposals, yet?”

At this, Satoru clenches his jaw. “Still nagging, but they’re finally considering you as my actual bride rather than some hijink.” he spits out, seemingly recalling whatever conversation they’d had before. “And they want to have some family ‘dinner’, but it’s going to be awful and you don’t-”

“Let’s go.” you interrupt, nodding determinedly. “The realer this marriage seems, the faster we can divorce, no?”

He blinks at you slowly, “That’s…true. For the divorce, then?”

“For the divorce.”

And, well, that was settled - you were to meet your new in-laws. The ever-elusive heads of the Gojo clan. Also one of the most powerful yakuza in all of Japan, but, semantics really.

You spend the evening cooped up with Satoru in the library, poring over the bloody history of the yakuza - with the Gojo’s heading them all. The only time he actually leaves your side is a few hours before the dinner.

“For you.” he’d murmured, lips ghosting your ear, slipping something cold onto your finger. You look down to see one of the most beautiful rings you’ve ever seen - gold, with delicate blue and white diamonds encrusting it, cut in the shape of roses. “Can’t be married without a wedding ring, huh? Think of it as a good luck charm for tonight.”

And with that he’s swept away in a flurry of bodyguards and ruffled men, and you’re left standing there all alone. Cheeks burning, wondering how the hell he knew your perfect fit.

You worry longer about the dinner than you spend actually preparing for it. Though, that’s probably because of the group of stylists that come into your room to help you dress. Wordlessly fussing around you despite your weak attempts at conversation, eyes averted. Almost like they were…scared of you.

But there wasn’t much time to think of that - not when you’re being marched off in the direction of what you remember Satoru had called the family dining room. “More like a fuckin’ meeting room for those hardasses.” he’d snarked.

The moment you step in, all eyes turn to you - the only ones you recognize being Satoru’s, who immediately stands with a smile. “Ah, wifey! Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” pulling you into a tight hug. His voice drops into a low, raspy murmur in your ear, “Ya look fuckin’ gorgeous in my colors, y’know.”

Traitorously, jolts of electricity run down your spine. Especially at how fucking gorgeous he looked in traditional wear. Whispering back, “Playing up the doting husband bit, huh?”

“Only for you.”

Pulling away, you drink in his dangerously handsome state. Hair so effortlessly styled, tattoos winking at you from just above his yukata - blue, to match yours. So pretty.

Stammering out, “Corny.”

“Only for-”

“Now that the girl is finally here, may we begin with dinner?” A stained voice sounds from behind Satoru, old and tinged with a tone that years of customer service told you did not bode well. Craning your head, you look over his broad shoulders, meeting the eyes of several disapproving elders.

Shit. Some of the most dangerous people in this country right now.

Gathered here - for you.

Automatically, you knew which ones were his parents - painfully upright, and hauntingly beautiful in a cold, calculated way. Sat right at the head of the long table. With a jolt, you realize that you two are seated right opposite them.

“So.” his mother starts, as you take your seat with a bow. Satoru doesn’t waste any time on niceties, plopping down right next to you, scooting closer than necessary. “Congratulations on the…wedding, my son.”

My son. You ignore the way both parents pointedly avoided looking at you. Your husband, however, does not. “What~ Not gonna wish my dear wife as well?”

It’s a silent staredown - one that has the entire room on edge. You don’t realize that you’re clenching your fists in tension until Satoru untangles them, slipping his larger hands into yours. Gaze still alarmingly intense and locked on the other side of the table.

He wins.

“Congratulations. Let us begin now.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, the tension only slightly broken as butlers stream into the room, carrying decadent trays of food. Well, at least the food might make up for how appalling this dinner is going to be.

It’s only 15 minutes in that you realize how very, horribly wrong you are - because the elders of the Gojo estate really don’t hold back, do they? Thank God you memorized every part of that stupid likes and dislikes list.

Besides picking apart every aspect of your relationship that they could manage to squeeze out of you between the appetizer and the main course, the main scrutiny tonight seems to be you. But in that icy, subtle way that has Satoru’s jaw clenching tighter each second.

Lips curling, Gojo senior eyes you over his wine glass. “So, dear,” voice dripping with underlying venom despite the pet name. “Is it true our Satoru missed an esteemed marriage meeting with the Zenin group to ambush you at some rundown old diner?”

You fight to keep the smile plastered onto your face, painful and cracking under the pressure. A hand squeezing under the table to stop Satoru from opening his mouth to retort, you answer instead, “Well, ambushed wouldn’t be the word. You could say we fell in love over the counter - at my family’s diner.”

“A waitress, she said?”

“Now we know why it was this rushed. Probably pregnant.”

“The scandal. How far the Gojo name has fallen.”

The few stifled gasps from the other end of the table are so dramatic that you could almost laugh. But you don’t. Breath hitching as Mrs. Gojo chuckles, “Marrying the daughter of a lowly diner owner? How... quaint.”

“Mother, be quiet or-”

“What?” she throws her hands in exasperation. “Can’t I say anything around here. Honestly, Satoru, I’m just trying to make conversation with your new wife.”

Before either you or Satoru can react, his father speaks up, apparently not done with the interrogation. “You understand that we’re just worried, right, dear? Especially with marrying into prestigious families, of course.” The emphasis on “prestigious” is not lost on you.” And it drives you insane.

Steeling yourself, you train your eyes on the untouched food below you. “I understand.”

Plowing on as if trying to infuriate you, “And you understand that this position is dangerous? You’ll be targeted.”

“I understand.”

“Do you? Don’t be swept up in our Satoru’s charm and wealth, dear, my son just wants a way out of duty.” tone dripping with disdain, Satoru’s grip becoming tighter and tighter on yours. “The Gojo syndicate owns half of this city, we could bulldoze over that little diner of yours with only one phone call”

“My wife and I are leav-”

“I said I fuckin’ understand.” Your words hang in the air like a foul stench, and you raise your head to glare. If looks could kill, all the elders in this room would be six feet under and you’d be dancing on their graves already. “Neither me, nor my husband would ever let that happen because he knows a thing or two about respect, unlike you.” Lacing your fingers tighter with Satoru’s. “So shove your mighty family up your wrinkly asses. I don’t give a flying shit.”

Eyes wide, jaws dropped, the old couple opposite you finally seems stunned into silence. And if it was any other situation you could’ve almost laughed at how similar they looked to Satoru when he found out you thought his proposal was a prank.

His father adjusts his glasses. “Perhaps that is so.”

Ah, if only the rest of the table would be quietened just as easily.

“Not only is she a slut she’s a-”

Thud!

It all happens so fast you’re not even sure if your eyes are playing tricks on you. Because in a split-second, the knife that was at your side is suddenly embedded, deep into the wooden table - barely even an inch away from the elder that had spoken up.

“You’re lucky I’m matching with my wife n’ didn’t want to dirty this new yukata.” a voice sounds from your side. Melodic and so so eerie that you don’t realize for a second that it’s Satoru - your Satoru.

He loops an arm under your legs as he stands up. Easily maneuvering you into a princess carry, forcing you to cling onto his robes for dear life as your feet dangle from the floor. You look up - maybe to snap at Satoru to put you down - only for the words to die in your throat at how absolutely fucking feral your husband looked. Eyes wide, aura menacing. A grin gracing his features, not the familiar one which had your heart racing, no - something so dangerous and cold.

“Now,” he hums. Turning his back to the room, gaze still locked with the shocked heads inside, “My lovely wife and I will be retiring. Won’t you all say goodnight to your future madam?”

You don’t know what shocks you more - the way everyone in that room mumbles out a disdainful little “Goodnight, ma’am.”, or the way Satoru cackles as he carries you to your shared bedroom. Laying you gently on the mattress with a quiet, “Be right back, sweetheart.”

What the fuck happened?

He could’ve killed that man. And looked like he wanted to.

Your brain yells at you - run away run away run away- But you weren’t…scared? In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever been less fearful in your entire life. Especially not when Satoru stumbles back into the room, clearly rushing. Something warm spreading in your chest at the trays of food in his hands.

“Dinner’s better without a bunch of fossils on my kill list.” he grins. Settling right next to you on the bed, setting out the dinner he’d brought for you. And, well, you didn’t doubt that they really were on his kill list.

“Hey, wifey.” Satoru speaks up after a few moments of silence, satisfied with the food laid in front of you. “M’sorry for putting you through that. No more family dinners from now.”

You inch closer to lay your head on his sculpted shoulder, a hand bringing up the food to his pretty lips. He smelled so good, faintly like pine, and clouds. It made you so dizzy. “Eat, Satoru.”

That’s all which is said, because maybe that’s all that was needed. And for a second there, you almost forget that this is all pretend.

---

“Hey, uh- mister. You alright?” you call out, voice barely audible over the rain.

The sullen figure didn’t react at first, soaked through and eyes trained on the ground. Unmoving, even when you hesitantly drew closer, umbrella quivering in your hands.

You should turn around - walk away like everyone else on the sidewalk was doing. But no, something about the way he sat alone, stoic to the storm around him made you inch closer. “Here.” you hold out your umbrella. “S’our diner’s, but you look like you could use this more than I do.”

He jolts, as if hearing you for the first time. A flash of blue, so quick you almost think you miss it. Still not raising his head fully, the man’s snowy hair tousles as he jerkily closes around the handle. Pretty. And so so sad.

“It’ll be alright.” you nod.

And with that, you turn, running back in the rain to the haven of the diner, where your father was waiting impatiently - he’d just bought the boxes to start packing up for relocation. Fingers still burning ever-so-slightly where his hand had brushed against yours. How strange, you wondered his name.

---

Satoru stayed true to his word over the weeks that followed. His parents seemed well and fully intent on avoiding you. And, well, other than a few disdainful remarks, the elders mostly scurried away in fear at your very sight.

The only thing that made your skin prickle was that the housekeepers had a penchant for peeping in on the two of you. Increasingly following you - they always did, but now…honestly, it was a bit disconcerting.

But other than that, it was almost…peaceful. You wake up every morning to a large bouquet of burgundy roses at your bedside table - and a husband. Because Satoru had taken to sleeping on the little couch at the corner of your room every night - saying something about not wanting to rouse suspicion because if he actually had a wife he’d be “taking her to bed every night”. Somehow, you didn’t doubt it.

“Funny how it’s getting close to a month of being married, but you haven’t even kissed me yet.” you deadpan. Looking down at where he was resting his head in your lap, sprawled across the soft grass in the garden.

Something else also happened - something different.

Because Satoru was a bit touchier, a bit closer. Like right now, preening into your fingers carding through his soft hair. “Oh~? Why, wanna take me to bed, wifey?”

“You wish.”

“Maybe I do.”

Your hands still, pulse racing as your eyes bore into Satoru’s, trying to figure out what sort of bad joke this was. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning down closer - too closer. Close enough that you could count every shade of blue in his hungry gaze. But by the grace of whoever was above-

“Young master, please excuse the intrusion but you have-”

Sitting up abruptly, addressing the newcomer in a stone-cold tone. “How many fuckin’ times have I not told you to never bother me when I’m with my wife?”

The servant bows apologetically, sputtering out apologies as you move to get up. Flashing a smirk at Satoru’s dramatic pout, “I have to catch up on some reading anyway. See ya, Satoru.”

“Noo~ my sweetheart don’t leave me~”

You stifle a laugh at his little tantrum, so different from when he was serious. He was so….dizzying. “You’ll be okay, Satoru.” Glancing up nervously to meet the servant’s intense stare, studying the scene before him, how different his master was. “I’ll be at the library now.”

And Satoru notices - of course, he does. He sees that tiny flash of concern in your eyes. One that you might not have noticed yourself. He lowers his voice as you walk away, so you don’t hear him speaking behind you. Words dripping with a similar venom he always heard from his parents, “Now, tell me who you’re spying for. Names, first and last.”

Satoru doesn’t join you in the library that day, the first time in weeks. And you find yourself missing him more than you should. It’s dark out by the time you’re raising your head from the books, joints aching from poring over them for hours. The house seems a lot quieter. Somewhat bigger.

Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was wrong.

Scratching the back of your head, you wander through the wooden hallways to your bedroom - wondering what was amiss. Your feet take you there as if on autopilot, thankful for Satoru’s meticulous tours.

“Hey,” you smile softly at a servant making your bed, “Where are-”

Your question dies in your throat at the way she yelps at your words, hurrying down the corridor with a jerky bow. Weird. Leaving you all alone, and confused, muttering to yourself, it’s only then that you notice the flash of red by your bedside table.

Not a bouquet. Only a single, red rose - a note tied around the stem, something you’d never gotten before.

“The marriage proposals have been revoked, your contract is fulfilled, my ex-wife.”

Oh, reading that hurt more than it should’ve. You should be happy at being free, a few days earlier than expected at that - but it was over - just like that. You didn’t want to leave him. You didn’t want to leave him.You didn’t want to leave him.

Were you going insane?

Clutching the flower like a lifeline, heaving out a sigh, “Maybe Satoru knows…”

“Thinking of me?”

Startled, you whirl behind to face your husband. In the dim-lighting, making out the stoney expression on his face, eyes wide and a little duller than they had been earlier today.

“Satoru?”

His eyes light up at the mere sound of your voice - then you’re engulfed in him. Wrapping you in his arms, bowing his body into yours, so tight that it almost hurts. But you let him, fisting the fresh yukata in your hands - and that’s when you realize, he’s changed his robes since this morning. “Are you okay?” you whisper into his shoulder. Drinking in the smell of his cologne, and something faintly metallic.

Every cell in your body is screaming at you to take the opportunity - to run away from this yakuza and his slaughter and whatever this was. But how could you? Staying rooted to the spot, not even a speck of fear.

Satoru heaves out a heavy breath, tickling the hairs at your nape as he pulls you impossibly closer. “Those nosy elders won’t be bothering you anymore, sweetheart. You’re free to go.”

A shudder runs down your spine at his words, and you didn’t want to think too hard about what they meant. Instead, you guide him to your bed - and, surprisingly, he allows you to. Letting the two of you sink into the plush mattress. With Satoru still in your arms. He repeats, “You’re free to go.”

Run away. Run away. Run away-

There it was again - that strained little manta. You stare right into his eyes, voice thick at the sinking feeling in your stomach. “My 30 days aren’t over yet.”

“Leave. Please.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, like your hands drawing patterns down his back had broken some dam. “M’not a good man.”

You press your lips to his forehead, searing and a desperate attempt to soothe the man. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

“I’m yakuza, sweetheart. Doomed to follow my parents here.” he mutters, strained and voice more unsure than you’ve ever heard. And once he started, it was like Satoru just couldn’t stop, rambling into your skin, “I hate it here, and you should, too. All these fuckin-”

“So go with me instead.”

“What if-”

“Toru.‘ you cut off his words, slurring and spilling out of his mouth. Gently, you pry him away from his little haven, reeling back to take a good look at the face he’s been hiding for so long. Hair mussed, curtaining his whirling eyes - all disheveled and vulnerable where he was once so suave.

Your eyes bore into his, unwavering. “It’ll be alright, Toru.”

And then he’s kissing you - and you’re kissing him. Only when his lips meet yours, soft, and so so sweet, do you realize that this is everything you ever want right now - possibly these past few weeks. “Y’can kill me if you don’ want his.” he mutters into your open mouth.

It’s so desperate - a messy clash of teeth and saliva, Satoru was drinking you in like you were the last drop of water on Earth. He tasted so sweet, like candy almost, and the gentle caress of a lover. You were addicted like you could do this forever and ever and-

And then he’s pulling away. A disappointed little whine leaves you involuntarily as he parts, delicate strings of saliva snapping in the space between you two. Satoru’s mouth drops into a soft oh! at the noise, surging forward minutely like he was about to kiss you senseless again. Only to halt with a pained grunt, just a hair’s breadth from your lips.

“M’sorry.” Claiming your lips once again, like a man possessed. Drinking in your breathless gasps. Like he never wanted to let go. “F-fuck, sweetheart. Y’don’t know how crazy you drive me.” he pants.

“Why did you pick me?” you blurt out, a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind every time Satoru slipped his hand in yours, introducing you as his loving wife. “Was it just the debt?”

He’s kissing your pulse now, canines hovering over the erratic little cadence. Breathing you in like you were intoxicating. “No.” he’s licking a long, languid stripe up your neck. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of skin he could reach.

“Then why?” your words come out in almost an embarrassing plea. But by the way his breath hitches, you know that Satoru loves it.

“Because.” he breathes, “You treated me like a human.”

He’s capturing your lips with his again, nipping at your bottom lips. You squeal as he pulls, suddenly wanting him to tease you like this everywhere. To have him absolutely ruin you like you know he could - treat you like the wife he claimed you were.

But Satoru wasn’t done yet - far from it. He chuckles, kissing down your neck, fumbling with the ties of your yukata, “Remember that night? You probably don’t, was rainin’ so hard I thought I’d drown out there.” Worshiping the valley between your breasts as he hastily unbuckles your bra. “That night was when the marriage proposals had come in. They said I’d either carry the legacy or be forced to leave the family. Kicked out of my own home.”

And you’re reeling from both his words and the way Satoru was rocking his hips into yours now, something hot, and so achingly hard pressing in the damp area between your legs. “Thought I was gonna take ‘em all out that night.”

“Take them all out?” your breath hitches.

“Every. Single. One.” Fingers dancing across the hem of your panties. “Wouldn’t have felt bad about it either.”

Satoru’s licking down your navel now, humming in confirmation into your skin. “But then…” he groans, taking in the first fucking sinful sight of your drenched panties. So flimsy and already dripping for him - and after just a few kisses, really? You were heaven on Earth. “But then along came you. So pretty and all worried f’me. The daughter of that diner owner I’d loaned money too.”

You watch, heart racing as Satoru swallows in awe. Darkened gaze locked on the way your slick beads out of your pussy, bare thighs trying to close - give yourself some semblance of dignity. But no- how could you? When Satoru’s holding them apart.

“And then I knew…” he’s sliding his index underneath your panties up and down, grazing your swollen folds. Pooling your sweet sweet juices on his fingertip before popping it into his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut at the taste, and you’ve never seen him look so blissful. “I just had to have you.”

Rip!

The cold air brushes against you before you even know it - only when you feel Satoru’s hot breath against your dripping cunt does it hit - this bastard just ripped your panties off. And he was dangling it like a badge of honor, breathing in your juices so animalistically.

Your lips wobble as he just admires your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing. “Hah- please.”

“Please what?” he grins, and you can feel him licking little circles around your inner thigh. So close. “The wife of a yakuza boss has gotta know how to use her words.”

“You’re awful.”

“And yet you married me.”

With such a cute lil’ whine that makes Satoru’s cock twitch so painfully, you buck your hips closer to his hot mouth. “Wan’ your mouth on me, to eat me out. Please, Toru.”

He lets out a shuddering breath, “There’s my girl.”

You gasp when he surges forward, burying his pretty face nose-deep in your pussy. Holding your breath as he lazily licks up your folds - long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from your base to your swollen clit. Swirling deftly around the sensitive nub.

Drunk off your pussy with the way he’s so messy - seemingly unable to decide between sucking harshly on your poor, ravaged clit to dipping into your sloppy hole. And it’s driving you mad, keening and pulling at his soft locks. You haven’t been touched this good in ages, and Satoru was well and fully intent on ruining you.

“Shhh, don’t worry, wifey.” words muffled into your cunt, “Your husband’s gonna take care of you.” He’s throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

“Real good care of you.” Then he’s plunging knuckle-deep in your plushy pussy, the tips of his long fingers massaging your plushy walls. Messy enough that your slick is trailing down his wrist. Roaming for that one spot he knows will have you moaning deliciously. Pressing down, hard. “Found it. Gonna have you screamin’ my name til’ the entire estate hears.”

You tug on his hair, urging Satoru’s mouth towards your cunt - partially because you wanted him there, partially because you really needed him to shut up right now.

And shit how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?

Satoru is grinning, you can feel it on your throbbing clit as he wraps his pretty pink lips around it. Pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that little spot each and every time. Looking like he was absolutely in heaven as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over and-

“Sh-shit. Toru-”

“Mmm, yes- fuck, love it when you call me that.” he groans. And oh he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you - eyes half-lidded, such a pretty blush disting his cheeks - and making out with your pussy just as much. Tilting his head back, back, back so that your juices slide down his throat. “Feels good? Ya like when m’ruining your pretty pussy?”

“Yes!” you squirm. Shaking, bucking your hips into his touch so desperately. “Wanted it s’bad.”

He’s becoming frenzied now, drinking in your cute little whimpers like he was addicted. But it wasn’t enough - it never was and fuck Satoru wanted more more more-

“Move your hips, yeah- jus’ like that.” Satoru’s grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Letting you pull and angle him just as you please.

“Gonna be the best fuckin’ husband you’ll ever have. N’ anyone that says otherwise, m’gonna fuckin’ kill.” The vibrations have your body jerking violently. “Make you cum harder than y’ever have. C’mon, say yes.”

And with that, he’s alternating between lapping at your clit and bullying his tongue through your swollen folds. Stretching you, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Jaw grinding deeper into you as he eats you out like his last meal. “Ngh- fuck, yes yes yes-”

“Beg for it, beg for your husband.”

“Wanna cum- Ah! Please, wanna cum, Toru.”

One hand so messy toying with your dripping entrance - not having the patience or the sanity to even draw circles anymore. Just quick, hurried patterns to get you off. The other digging into your hips, so hard you were sure it’d leave marks for tomorrow. Making you drag your sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth. Using him.

“Hngh- Toru! Ah- fuck fuck Toru Toru T-” You’re shaking - crying out as you cum. A guttural, strangled moan of your husband’s name. So violent, and hard that you don’t even realize at first. Just that you’re rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears.

And he doesn’t stop - not even once. If you were in any better state of mind you’d wonder whether it hurt - whether his fingers were cramping up, and his tongue was tired. If they were, he didn’t show, only letting you chase your high as roughly as you want.

Greedily lapping up all your juices. Even when you’re blinking your vision back, chest heaving as you try to regain our breath. “S-Satoru.” you mewl, stars behind your eyes with each flick of his tongue.

“Jus’ a bit more. Wanna taste all of you.”

You weren’t going to make it out alive.

Big, fat tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation as Satoru finally rises from what you almost worried would be his favorite seat. “All done. Now, keep that pretty lil’ cunt on display f’me, my girl.”

And your cunt is clenching in- fear? Anticipation? As your husband finally unties his yukata, letting it slide off those milky, toned shoulders. And shit he was such a fucking masterpiece. The dim-lighting bouncing off every curve and dip of those carved abs. Delicate swirls of his tattoo inching from his collarbone, down, down, down, hugging Satoru in a way that made you so half-lucidly jealous. All the way till the last inky thorn meets the neat tufts of white hair peeking up from the hem of his underwear.

“Touch me.” he groans into your ear. The words barely leave those pretty lips before your hands are everywhere. Dancing down his tattoo, groping at this pecs - too much to worship, not enough time.

“Toru…” you trail off, hand reaching out to brush his waistband. Tugging just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Red, and so so angry, fat tip weeping down his length, already so soaked in precum. He was so intimidatingly long - longer than anyone else you’d had before. Thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself.

And he sees right through you.

“Now now, none of that.” he tuts, pushing your bare thighs as far apart as they’d go. He spreads your cunt so shamefully with his thumb. Spitting once, twice. Some of it splatter against your thigh as Satoru mixes his saliva with your slick. “Don’t worry, wifey, m’gonna make it feel good for ya.”

You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he drags his fat head down your folds. Wetting himself, all the preparation he was going to give you because fuck Satoru needed to be inside your pretty lil’ pussy right now.

Then you feel like you’re being split apart - as if Satoru’s cock was pushing all the way to your lungs as he presses through the first ring of muscle.

“Ah! Ngh- Toru, s’too big!” you yelp, eyes locked on the way your lips were stretched so lewdly around his tip. Clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in, inch by fucking inch. No mercy. Absolutely none at all.

And while he sounded like he was on cloud nine, you were having your head spin, torn between wanting to run away from his massive cock and just push yourself down for more more more. His lips claim yours - absolutely animalistic because God he needed to shut up your pretty whines or else Satoru was going to cum right here right now.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breath. Ngh- You can take it.” Satoru pants into your mouth, fucking into you in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to fit inside your snug cunt. Sounding like he was losing his sanity each time your heavenly walls milked him. “So fuckin’ tight. Jus’ relax f’me. Oh yeah, jus’ like that. You can take it you can-”

You gasp for air when he finally bottoms out inside you, tears streaming down your face and clawing at his back.

Satoru only coos, letting you mark him up all you want. Pace increasing relentlessly, “Aww, my good lil’ wife. Taking me so well, huh?” Starting to rock his hips just a bit faster into yours, “Always knew y’would.”

“Can y’feel me, right-.” Balls smacking against your ass, his finger tracing an invisible line halfway down your tummy. “-here?” Thumb stroking where he could feel himself bulging inside you, pressing down. Hard.

You almost sob at the pressure, jolting - you should’ve expected that the yakuza boss would fuck so mean.

And shit you can just do nothing but take it, hips jerking wildly as Satoru pounds into you with reckless abandon. Clutching at his shoulders, the sheets, his hair - just anything.

“C’mon~ Don’t run away from me,” he grunts, strained like he’s struggling to maintain restraint. Lacing his fingers on top of your head to slide you impossibly deeper onto his cock. “Jus’ fuckin’ got you, so don’t you dare run away.”

You can only nod. Eyes glazed, cockdrunk and letting him thrust so sloppily. “Won’t run away Toru…” you babble, “Wan’ you to make me yours.”

“Mine? Gonna be all mine?”

“All yours, Toru.”

And maybe you were an idiot, maybe you were a mastermind - because with a choked out little moan of what sounded like your name, Satoru’s pulling you both to sit up. The gravity makes you bury his cock deeper and faster into your tight pussy.

With the new angle, your husband’s hitting all the right spots easily, almost as if he knew your body better than you did. Veins rubbing so deliciously against your walls, shifting around your hips to fuck up into that poor, abused spot.

“Ya like this, huh?” he groans, fingers now toying with your ravaged clit. Rolling it around harshly between two fingers. “Always knew this cute pussy could take me s’well. Just didn’t know it would feel this fucking heavenly.”

Faster, sloppier. Bouncing you on his rock-hard cock like he was claiming you from the inside. So, so desperate and debauched.

And exactly where you wanted to be.

You leave delicate pink bites down this pale neck, alongside those roses - marking him in your own way as you edge closer and closer. It was too much. Everything was too much.

“Toru-” you sob. And he already knew what that meant. With how your voice breaks so adorably and the way you’re clenching around him hard enough that it’s almost difficult to ruin that cute pussy.

“Close?”

“Mhm…”

“Well then.” thrusts getting sloppy, with no reason or rhythm now. Grip on your body tightening like a vice. “Cum f’me like a good lil’ wife, then.”

And that makes you throw your head back in ecstasy - it makes you cum. Thighs quivering, jolts of electricity running down all the way from your overstimulated cunt to your hazy mind. It has you chanting Satoru’s name like a lifeline while his teeth dig into your flesh. Hard enough that you distinctly wondered whether he was out for blood.

Letting out low, muffled moans into your neck while he cums as well. Hot ropes of seed filling up your poor, bloated pussy, painting your walls such a sinful white. Cumming and cumming so hard you wondered whether you’d make it out alive.

And because of the obscene position, you could feel the way it dribbled down your legs. Thick globs landing in a pool on the overpriced sheets below, smearing so lewdly between you two. Hips still fucking up into you - not even thinking about it as he pushes his seed deeper and deeper.

You managed to raise your eyes, still dazed to meet his - exhausted, and dark with lust and something else that you really weren’t in the right mind to decipher right now.

And then Satoru’s lips find yours again, biting and tugging lazily. Tasting so unfairly of candy and sweet, sweet trouble. Body melting into you like all the worries have been lifted from his shoulders. He’s looping his arms tighter around your waist, crushing you into an almost-painful hug against him.

Something soft. Something new. Something that makes a little part of your heart twinge to break the kiss and pull away mere millimeters. “We better not divorce after this.”

“Of course not.” He chuckles into your lips, resting his forehead against yours like he was trying to map the constellations in your eyes. “I haven’t even given you my wedding gift yet.”

Smirking, you lock your legs tighter around Satoru’s toned waist as he lets the two of you fall back into the mattress. Sinking into it - and each other - with both exhaustion and something of a quiet, unspoken little fondness. Batting your lashes up at him, “Mhm, I remember someone talking about giving me four mercedes as a wedding gift and I’m leaving if not.”

“Well then, better get to it. Four for my in-laws to get on their good side, too,” he nuzzles the bite mark on your neck. “Because I plan to stay like this for a long, long time.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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