Jerome Valeska Imagines

I'd like that a lot

Warning: You are a major tease and Jerome fondly admires you.

He sat there pondering. How could he win you over? Was it his constant laughter that you didn't like? Is that what was keeping you from him? Or did you just like to tease him? Did you act interested just to shoot him down for your own entertainment? If that was the case forget about you.

"That can't be it," he thought aloud.

"What can't be it?" He turned to see you standing in his door way.

"Nothing, Dear." He turned back around. You walked in and sat on the arm of his chair.

"C'mon. You can tell me," you said softly, leaning to whisper in his ear. He turned his head slightly to see your face, smirking a smirk you always made when you teased him this way. He saw your cleavage and knew you were fooling him. He continued to stare out the window. "Girl problems? I could always help you, y'know." You paused. "You mind if I get undressed? This outfit is so hot. Almost like a certain member of the Maniax.." You said with a slight smirk. He turned slightly.

"And who would that be?"

"Obviously none other than Barbara. I mean have you seen her calves?" You hummed. You took off your shirt and undid your pants before sitting on Jerome's bed, pulling your pants all the way down, kicking them off your feet. He rolled his eyes but couldn't help looking at you.

He loved the way your body looked. Every curve. Every shadow. Every little freckle. He remembered the first time he saw it in all it's beauty.
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You walked around your room in your boots and threw a sweater on for the hell of it. You walked out of your room and down towards the hall by the door.

"Hello boys. Barbara." You acknowledged. She smiled at you and the boys stared. Currently you were wearing the shortest shorts you could pull off and a white crop top, grey sweater that you'd just thrown on over top obviously, and a pair of black boots that went up to your calves. "I know what you're thinking, but no I'm not going to give you all a lap dance," Barbara giggled under her breath, "I'm the distraction, along with my lovely Barbara." You pointed to her almost similar outfit. Jerome stepped up.

"Can I get one of those from you later, Doll?" He asked, his smile evident. You walked up to him and put your hands on his shoulders.

"If you do this job right maybe I'll give you a special little treat," you whispered.

"How come Smiley gets all the chicks?" Greenwood asked.

"Because I'm the boss," he tried to remind Greenwood of the earlier incidents. You gripped his shoulders.

"Actually, Sweetheart, I'm the boss. I always have been. Always will," you told. He chuckled.

"You got a funny imagination, Princess." He chuckled. You let go of his shoulders.

"Fine. No treat then," you told. He was immediately sad.

"Ha! She's got you whipped and you aren't even together!" Greenwood chuckled.

"I was going to give you a small treat as well Greenwood, but I guess you won't get yours either." He frowned. Everyone else laughed. Jerome looked at you admiringly.

He knew you could be quite the tease and he didn't mind. He liked it. You tended to use your looks to get what you want and he knew that. He also knew that everyone of the Maniax, aside from Barb, tended to dream of you in their arms. But they also knew Jerome had silently claimed you for his own.

"Let's go get that job done, aye?" You said and walked out the door, your hips swaying behind you.
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The job was a success. The guy was killed, no one got hurt, you and Barb were perfect distractions.