Dwayne {TLB} Imagines

Prey 18+ (Mild smut)

Dwayne x Fem!Reader

Requested by @shadowcatgirl09

Request: Okay first one! Can I get Dwayne (TLB) plus a female reader with "Are you trying to trap me against the wall? You're a little small for that."

You heard them before you saw them. The rumble of bikes across the beach grew louder and louder until they darted into sight and parked up where they usually did. Several people had to hop out of their way to avoid getting hit by the bikes.

Their raucous laughter and whooping echoed around several shop owners on the boardwalk hurried to shoo people out of their stores so they could close before they managed to get in. But a few of them weren't so quick. You didn't bother. They always managed to get in somehow. Like they could crawl into the cracks. Hurrying, so they wouldn't know that you were watching, you sat down behind the till and threw your feet up on the counter. You casually flipped through a comic book you'd been given by the kids a few stores down. You could never tell if they were twins, brothers or two friends that were always together. You didn't really care enough to inquire.

"Well, well, well." Paul said as he strolled into the store. He flicked at the nick-nacks on the small rickety shelves as Marko pushed past him. Marko, the littlest of the group, didn't seem to make as much trouble as the others. Though you were certain it was because he would steal as much as he could fit in his pockets every time he was on the boardwalk. You weren't paid enough to do anything about that so you paid it no mind and watched Dwayne over the top of your comic. He entered behind Paul and muttered something to him. The two of them snickered and muttered as Dwayne looked over at you. Your eyes flicked down which was how you spotted Marko out of the corner of your eye. He'd snuck round the counter, quiet as anything, and managed to get a closer look at the more expensive trinkets in the cabinet under your feet. You startled slightly which made Dwayne and Paul laugh. Marko merely looked up at you as if he was unsure what could have possibly made you jump. Though he smiled slyly to himself after he turned away. He had absolutely done that on purpose and routed you out from behind the counter.

"I thought you quit." Dwayne said as he and Paul split. The store was small. Really with the three lines of shelves you, Paul and Dwayne could barely stand shoulder to shoulder. It always smelled musty and damp no matter what anyone did. The store sold hippy stuff, stones, plastic toys and cheap crap marked up three times what it was worth. The tourists bought into it but any local would turn their nose up at the store.

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't." You answered quickly. Paul chuckled and turned to Marko, leaning over the counter.

"Either you did or you didn't. You're still here aren't you?" He pressed. You sighed and shrugged.

"Only until he finds someone else." You answered quickly.

"Is he even looking?" Dwayne asked as he leaned on the shelf above your head. It rocked and dropped something heavy next to Paul who yelled. Marko quickly snatched up whatever it was judging by the scurrying sounds and the way he and Paul hurried out, clearly holding something large under their jackets.

"You're going to have to pay for that." You said as you turned to Dwayne who grinned.

"Pay for what?" He tried to turn and leave as well but you darted under his arm and blocked the way. The two of you danced around like that for several more minutes until you almost had him trapped against the sliding metal door of the shop.

"Are you trying to trap me against the wall? You're a little small for that." Dwayne said with amusement. He chuckled at the determined face you made and let you back him against the metal door which rattled loudly at the contact. Unsure of what to do next you pointed an accusing finger at him, jabbing it against his bare chest. He watched with amusement letting you get closer and glare up at him. He leaned down, white teeth flashing in the low light of the small stall. "Then again. You seem pretty tough for something so small."

"I am!" You answered quickly. His proximity made you swallow nervously and your stomach fluttered. He chuckled to himself and leaned in more.

"Hmm." He said and held your gaze as he smiled. "You're going to find I don't make good prey."

Suddenly the nerves snapped and you surged towards him. Lips on his hands pressed against his shoulders as you slammed him against the metal door so hard you thought it would fall off its flimsy rail. For a moment you were in control. Until his mouth consumed yours, hands spread across your back to crush you against him, lifting you off the floor until your tiptoes struggled to touch the ground. He turned and trapped you, caught in his arms you felt yourself give in as he broke the kiss, trailing affectionate nips down to your neck, his teeth grazing the soft, warm skin as one of his hands slid down your body and into the front of your denim shorts. You gasped, the small sound drowned out by the roar of the boardwalk outside.