Were you stalking me?
Kennex x Reader Intro: The reader is dating John for a long time, but they really don’t know each other so well as she imagined
Words: 463 Warnings: mention of sex
Writer’s notes: English is not my main language, but i wanted to share my thoughts with you anyway.
This is a quick one that came to my head these days hope you enjoy it!
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You first met John on a bar nearby the station, you had the silliest chat about weather and you don’t remember how you ended on his room with you both of you unclothed under the sheets. Those little “silly talks” became a routine since then, you exchanged numbers and at least twice a week you managed to meet him somewhere and it all ended the same way.
At that time you had just broke up with your ex, you weren't up to anything serious until then. But for the past months things with John were getting serious enough for you feel embarrassed when you couldn't answer when your friends asked you about your date's last name or his profession.
After the most amazing sex you had ever had with him, you began to wonder. He notices your mind was elsewhere. He cuddles you, kissing your forehead "Is everything ok, y/n?" "Yeah" you manage to answer while laid your face on his chest "I was wondering- if is it weird that we're doing this for so long without knowing anything about each other” "How can you say that? I know your name is y/n y/l/n..." he chuckles "No, silly. Seriously, I don't even know what you do for living and you know nothing about me" "Well, I know you’re y/age, graduated on y/school/college, you work as y/profession, you took parking tickets because you forgot to refresh the timer, you were never in jail, you volunteer on child’s hospital every weekend and seems to be a nice person" You jump out of the bed with a scared look on your face "Were you stalking me!? are you those hacker freaks to access my personal online profile?" you step away from the bed getting your clothes to change and run away as fast as you could "You should stay away from me! Should I call the cops?" He laughs and goes to you with the sheets over his hips "No, y/n, listen. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I AM a cop. I had to check on you before getting involved." he holds your hand that was grabbing your pants to put them on again. "Please don’t leave. I'm sorry not to tell you this before. You can check my ID over my desk if you don’t believe me". You go check on it, just to make sure, and you immediately get embarrassed for a while "Well, I guess it’s my fault too, never asked you before either. Do you have a gun?" He hugs you laughing "Yes, but I won’t show it to your amusement. Could you please come back to bed?" The night goes by as passionate as it could be. And, finally, you had something more than a first name of your date. ***** thank you for reading =)