#RAIN’S SATIRE JOJO FIC

[heavenlyraindrops]

ᴊᴏᴊᴏ ꜱɪᴡᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Word count: 400+ ——> warnings: Jojo Siwa ——> THIS IS SATIRE! I posted a poll a while ago as a joke so now I’ve ended up with this monstrosity of a fic.

karmas a bitch 🤪🤪🤪

You were on set for Karma as the Tampon Girl™, the one who sexily humped Jojo during the scene on the island where she molested everyone in chronological order. You loved being a sparkly red bike light, especially since it caught Jojo’s attention. 

You were out at dinner with your other actors/ colleagues who had worked on the video, and you were all sat around the long table. Everyone had already finished their food. Jojo was sitting next to you. There was lots of edgy sparkly tension in the air. Jojo must have sensed it because she ran her hand through her hair, although only the tips of her fingers actually touched it because her hairline was so far back. Her big smooth shiny forehead reflected the light towards you like a mating call. It made your heart thrum against your ribcage. 

She suddenly stood up, and all the other actors (and the camera man, I forgot to mention the camera man) swiveled their heads to look at her. She pointed an edgy finger towards you, giving you an edgy smirk. Her edgy ice-cream cone haircut flopped over her edgy forehead beautifully, obscuring her edgy receding hairline. 

“Come with me,” she said. You were suddenly very horny, and your mind flew back to when she tossed you into her lap like a pancake in the music video and you both gyrated in the respective spaces in the air next to each other. 

You had to admit, her Akumatized By Hawkmoth Era™ was very sexy. In its own unique way. 

Jojo humped the air on her way out to the salon, finger still beckoning to you. You followed, burning with the desire for her to show you what a Bad Girl she was and all the Bad Things that she could do. 

You both stood outside, and you shivered lightly as the cold from the night air bit into your skin. Jojo gave you the lightskin stare, gaze crawling over your face as if she was trying to memorize every feature, the same way she gazed into your soul when you were humping each other while you were dressed up as the Tampon Girl™ It made your heart flutter tamponfully. 

She leaned close to you, her breath hot on your ear. You shivered again, not from the cold this time but from the anticipation of what she was about to say.

“Karma’s a bitch,” she whispered. “I should have known better…”

“Oh, Jojosopholemew,” you moaned her full name and then you both kissed. She licked your face and that was probably gonna give you herpes but whatever. 

You both started humping each other outside the restaurant on the street like stray cats. The end.