#kennex

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.

9.That Don't Sound Like You FYI, Bits of this are from the song “That don't sound like you” By Lee Brice also this was meant to be posted ages ago!, I thought I had. Enjoy! 

You hadn't planned on calling him, but you just needed someone, anyone to talk to. A few months ago you stupidly agreed to move practically half way around the world your boyfriend, who, by the way has turned out to be a total douche bag, well when he's not around other people that is, But when he’s in a room full of his work colleges or at some benefit and your on his arm, he's the sweetest,kindest guy you’ve ever met, He makes you feel like the only girl in the world. 

Only one other person ever made you feel like that. He answers after the seconds ring “Y/N? That you?” He asks sleepily. “Y-yeah” you clear your throat “Yeah John, its me”  “You okay sweetheart? Its like 3AM there” You couldn't help the smile that creeps onto your face.  “Yeah, I’m alright”  You hear shuffling and a click. “You sure? You don't sound like you” A sigh escapes you. “I cut my hair” You blurt out “What? You always loved your hair” John says sounding surprised  “He, ah He didn't like it” You say “So you cut it?” John questions  You nod your head and wipe at the tears that had started falling  “Y/N? Sweetheart? You still with me?” “I’m still with you” You reply sadly. 

You never should’ve left, You loved your life, Your job, Your friends, it was all pretty perfect, Then you met him and he made you so happy, you fell for his charm, you’d been together for six months when he suggested moving, he got a great job offer and wanted you to go with him, You didn't even hesitate, You said yes immediately. And now here you are, Alone in a huge house, crying on the phone at 3AM to the only other man you could of loved, while HE is out doing got knows what or who. 

“I’m Sorry John, I shouldn't of called, I just, I don't have anyone here” “What did he do?” John asks anger filling his voice “He hasn't hurt me John, well not physically anyway, Jesus, John, He just, he changed so much since coming out here, He’s mean now, I practically had to convince him to let me get a job.” You scoff “He wanted me to stay home, like like, some trophy wife!, I'm so fucking unhappy”

“Come home” John says  “I, I cant” You say

“You can, That town, that job, that guy, You can leave them behind, Sweetheart, you know you're better than that, If you wanna come back, you can come back”

You stay silent for a beat. Thinking it over, You really had nothing here, No family, No friends, You didn't love Him, and he sure as hell didn't love you.

“Okay” You say “Really?” John says surprised “Thought I was gonna have to try and convince ya for a second there sweetheart” 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll see ya soon John”

When he comes home from work at the end of the day, John finds you crying, curled up on the couch in the darkness.  He rushes to your side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in against his chest.  You close your eyes tightly as he embraces you, your tears staining his shirt as you breathe in his scent.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”  He murmurs, pressing a kiss into your hair.  “Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

A small, shaky chuckle bubbles up out of your chest in spite of your upset and you take a deep, cleansing breath, pulling back just enough to look up at the man before you.  You shake your head.

“I’m fine,” you assure him.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t you apologize,” he murmurs.

You lean closer to him again, pressing into his chest once more, nuzzling into the curve of his neck.  You’re quiet like that for a long time and you’re glad that John’s not rushing you.  Truth be told, there isn’t anything to rush.“D’you ever just get emotional?”  You ask.  “For no reason?  Like you’re sitting there and you feel like damn, I just want to cry and I don’t know why?”

John pulls away to look at you again.  Your skin is pale and in stark contrast to the bags under your eyes.  He doesn’t need the objective signs, though - he’s been lying in the same bed as you night after night, feeling you toss and turn.  He knows you haven’t been sleeping well.

“You’re over-tired,” he supplies.

You murmur in agreement, closing your eyes as John rests his chin atop your head.  He tilts a little bit, his cheek rubbing against your scalp, the stubble on the angle of his jaw catching in your hair, pulling at it a little, like velcro.  “Your hair is so soft…” he whispers, still nuzzling.You tip your head up as he pulls away yet again but this time he descends on you, his lips capturing yours, kissing you gently.  He moves slowly, giving you an out if you’re feeling too raw to be so intimate, but you get lost in him.  You press yourself into the kiss and before long, the two of you are doing your best to disrobe without breaking the contact.

As you get tangled up in one another, bodies moving, grinding, sliding, you forget all about the tiredness and the heartbreak, and that night you sleep well for the first time in a week.