#jo togame brainrot moments

[togament]

AUUGHHHFUGUUH!!!!!!!

Togame works at the food stalls during festivals!!!!!! HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK. Imagine minding your own business, perusing the festival stalls as a person attending a festival does (duh) and LO AND BEHOLD the cute tall bespectacled guy you ran into at the izakaya district’s behind one stall, busy at work.

I would be too damn shy to order a single serving, man. I would be shaking, I think.

[heartkaji]

french

(n) ─ togame can’t help but feel funny when you speak to him in french

a/n : saw this post by @brainrot-of-a-thot & ume’s part spoke to me so here we are

“say something else, please baby”

you’ve been trapped here for an hour, thighs spilling over togame’s as he draws tiny hearts over plush skin. his glasses slip down his nose and his fingers feel sweaty & sticky from the heat but togame doesn’t seem to care too much about anything else but you right now.

“i’m tired, jo” you whine & it’s a truth. had you known that speaking french to togame would turn him into this clingy, obsessive francophile, you would’ve kept your french roots to yourself.

“please mami,” he drawls, “your voice sounds even prettier in french”

oh, togame. you’d be a devil to resist him when he pleads so helplessly, hair sticking to the back of his neck as his thumb grazes your inner thigh in a needy gesture. god, he was pathetic.

you sigh, rolling your eyes as you tug on his collar; adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows,

“j'en ai marre de toi mon amour. laisse-moi partir s’il te plâit”

your voice comes out as a drawled out whine, and for a moment you can almost hear why your perverse boyfriend was so desperate for your voice. french dips your words in honeycomb & spits them out with a coating of sugar & togame jo has made this treat his new strange addiction.

togame shakes his head & throws it back against the head board, laughing, “god, you’re so beautiful.”

“and you’re so sick, mon amour”

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j'en ai marre de toi mon amour. laisse-moi partir s’il te plâit :: i’m sick of you my love, please let me go