𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠

I've Never Seen You Here - Axl Rose

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Words: 2,889k

Summary: It's no secret that you and Axl desire each other, but what would happen if you met at a club? (smut)

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, and unprotected sex. (Use a condom, guys!)

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It was a little past four on a Tuesday afternoon, you were behind the counter, with your back against it, fanning yourself with one of the menus, trying to get some relief from the hot summer weather in Los Angeles.

Your friend, Braeden stood in front of you, drying some glasses that had just been washed by you.

The bell on the entry door ranged, announcing new customers at the cafe.

You didn't mind looking who it was, you weren't really in the mood to deal with people now. You were just about to ask Braeden to take their orders when she spoke up.

"Your ginger is here" a smirk appearing on her lips.

You turned around just in time to see him passing through the door. He nodded in your direction in a greeting way. It was your turn to smirk.

Forgetting completely about your previous annoyance, you stretched your pink 60s inspired dress and picked your small notepad, walking towards his table.

He was there with his friends, all of them talking loudly about something that had happened on their way to the cafe.

He looked so cool with his leather jacket and bandana. Smoking hot, you would dare to say.

"Welcome to Flar's Cafe, what can I get you?"

You started writing down their orders as the skinny brunette started telling you, but you couldn't not see the way the ginger looked you up and down.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

Turning around, you walked back to the counter, feeling his gaze burn your back.

Once you got their food you went back to the table, placing everything on it.

"Anything else you might want?" You asked with a smile.

"That's all for today, sweetheart." The ginger answered with a grin.

It was always like this. They started coming to the cafe a few months ago, every time the ginger would call you a nickname or smirk at you. You would smirk back, or ask what they wanted, looking right into his eyes, just for the pleasure to see the lust that spackled on them.

The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife.

Sometimes you wanted to bluntly ask for his number, or write yours and hand it to him, but you never got the guts, since all his friends were around.

You moved back to work, attending other tables, making coffee, cleaning the counter, but at every chance you got, you would look in his direction and sure enough, he would be looking at you.

"You're gonna keep this mouse and cat game 'till when?" Braeden spoke up, making you jump startled.

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you just ask him for his number?"

"Because first: I'm working, that's not professional at all. Second: his friends are there, what if he says no and all of them start laughing at me?"