Grease & Heels | Jujutsu Kaisen AU • Toji

Your exhausted neighbor shows up at your door in the middle of the night with a crying toddler in his arms… and no idea what else to do except ask you for help.

Talias the type of girl that parties & loves to be wild.. then she meets her father’s friend/ associate. Toji Zenin

In this spicy Jujutsu Kaisen modern AU, a quiet cybersecurity genius has been secretly obsessing over you for months, and fixing your deleted spicy vacation photos is the teasing whisper that finally makes him snap.

When notorious hitman Toji Fushiguro bleeds onto your floor and hands you a stack of yen to act like his partner, a quiet downtown flower shop becomes Tokyo’s most unlikely safehouse and fake dating becomes dangerously real.

*! EXTREME SMUT WARNING !* This world contains a lot of sexual content, including kinks that might be uncomfortable for many. Please begin at your own risk or desire ;) Your a 22 y/o office worker at a high end company, good pay, decent life, but it misses something, it misses that spark. And you happen to find just the way to solve that.

One accidental collision with the world's biggest celebrity changes everything. You just wanted to live a quiet life, but now you are dragged into some celebrity drama - who will you pick and choose?

Satoru Gojo was your best friend before he was your first heartbreak. You'd loved him for years before you nearly confessed three years ago, but he told you his heart belonged to someone else. Now, after years apart, Satoru asked you to pretend you were his, and for a little while, you almost believed it. He gave you the kisses, the tenderness, and the illusion of being chosen. But every kiss was meant to bring him back to her. And it worked.

Everyone knows what Toji Fushiguro does with the women he brings home. Gone by Sunday, no exceptions, no repeats. You've spent years in that house for a completely different reason, waiting on his son, Megumi. Then one bad night you show up needing someone to talk to, and it's the wrong Fushiguro who answers the door.

Toji didn’t plan to flirt tonight. The bar was loud, crowded, and crawling with women who looked like they’d all been printed from the same Instagram filter—tight bodies, tighter dresses, perfect smiles with no real bite. He wasn’t in the mood for fake. Wasn’t in the mood to pretend he didn’t notice how much effort it took to look effortless. He liked curves, but not if they came with fear of breaking. He liked confidence, but not if it came with a script. What he wanted? Was real. And then he saw you. Sitting like you didn’t want to be seen. Laughing, but not fully. Your curves hugged the chair like they belonged there, like they didn’t need to shrink or adjust. Your hands clutched your bag like a shield. Your hair framed your face like a veil. You didn’t sparkle. You didn’t pose. And that made you the most magnetic thing in the whole damn room.