"Hello, Nana," Kentrell lowered his iPhone to be near her face, recording, as usual. He turned the phone to show her rubbing the right side of his face, gently so that her long acrylic nails didn't scratch him.

"Nana," He called her name again, leaving soft kisses on her lips while she laid there with her eyes closed.

She raised her hand to push the camera away, and he smiled as she buried her face deeper into the crook of his neck, trying to fall asleep.

It was currently a little past six in the morning, and Dream, Kentrell, Dayvon and even Midnight, too, had fell asleep on the patio last night. They were all sprawled out on the large conversation pit couch with a thin, but oversized blanket thrown over them.

They hadn't done it intentionally, but ended up dozing off after a deep conversation about how different lifestyles affected the way people acted towards others. That conversation led to a world of other ones, too.

Surprisingly, it was actually comfortable-and they'd all slept through the night. Kentrell had been up for an hour though, and was woken up when Dream had got up to go use the restroom.

Currently, he was using his iPhone to vlog, as usual, even though Dream wasn't ready to be in front of a camera right now. She was now trying to put him back to sleep, but obviously wasn't doing a good enough job.

"Hey pretty girl," Kentrell pressed his lips against hers a few times in a row, and she cracked a smile, making him do the same.

"Go back to sleep, Kentrell." She wrapped her leg around his body, and his hand immediately went to rest on her thick thigh.

"I'm not sleepy no mo'. It's yo' fault. Now you gotta stay up wit' me." He stared at himself in the camera, twisting his front dread around his finger.

"No. I'm just going to ignore you." She chuckled, removing her leg after a few seconds, and then she turned her body to face Dayvon's, who was still asleep with his head underneath the blanket.

"Why is you facing that way? Stop being weird." Kentrell literally picked her body up and turned her back around, making her laugh.

"Leave me aloneee. Geez. Bother your boyfriend." She grabbed his arms, smiling once he flicked her bottom lip.

"Shut up. That ain't my nigga, that's yo' nigga."

"Oh, please. Don't be tryna not claim him 'cause he sleep. I'm snitching when he get up." She snaked her neck at him, then laughed when he grabbed it so that he could kiss her face.

"I ain't scared of that nigga. Better ask 'bout me shawty." He chuckled, finally letting her go to lay down again.

"I did. He said you was a b-,"

"Get punched in yo' mouth if you want to." He cut her off, turning his phone horizontally while she laughed again.

She put up the peace sign in the camera as he zoomed in on her face, then zoomed in on her lips, so she stuck her tongue out.

"Let me see," He turned his head, and she did as well, letting her eyes close as he sucked her soft tongue into his mouth.

Dream pulled away from him just as he was about to have the kiss intensify even further, and she saw the dazed look on his face, making her smile. He had such a nice face, and a pretty smile too.

He always wore either one out of two expressions; one being the natural mug that was always on his face, and the second one was a relaxed expression where his lips poked out in a miniature pout.

There were a few scars engraved in his forehead that Dream learned were from when he broke his neck as a child, while wrestling, which resulted in him wearing a halo brace for a long period of time.

A diamond was tattooed underneath his right eye, and 'Hassen', his middle name, was tattooed right underneath his hairline. Most of the time the tattoos couldn't even be seen because of the way his dreads hung past his eyes.

His nose was narrow, but fit his face perfectly, and the quickest sign of him being upset was when his nostrils briefly flared. To sum it up, he was beyond handsome.

Dream was low-key surprised with his mannerisms after being with him these last few weeks. According to the blogs, Kentrell was an angry, violent person with a bad attitude, but he was actually the complete opposite.

Even though he was easily-aggravated, most of the time, he was soft. He was caring, and constantly checked up on Dream to make sure she was okay. Obviously his love language was giving gifts, and he loved kisses too. He was so sweet to her, so she didn't understand why such a bad image was always painted about him.

"Stop looking at me like that." He covered her face with his big hands, and she smiled underneath them, pulling her head back.

"You are so handsome. Hug me." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he chuckled, letting go of his phone to hug her back.

"Thank you." He laid his face in her cleavage, and she shook her head at him, a smile still on her face. It was obvious where most of his obsession with her was focused at.

"Dream,"

"Why you never told Dayvon you loved him back?" He asked her after grabbing her attention by using her name. The question low-key caught her off guard, but she had wondered the same thing herself.

"Um, that's random.." She chuckled, not really sure what her answer would be. She hadn't even mentally answered it yet.

"I know. Me and him was talkin' 'bout it last night though, when you fell asleep, and I just remembered. You hurt his feelings. That's why he haven't said it again since when he did the other day." Kentrell revealed, and Dream's small smile slowly faded away.

Dayvon and Kentrell had been over her house for the last week, and literally had only left to go get some clothes so that they could stay longer. They were so attached to Dream, that even when she went to school, they sat in the parking lot the whole time, waiting for her to get out.

The week had been filled with; watching movies, a nail date where she had convinced them to get manicures, unpacking the rest of her clothes, and a ton of kisses in between.

The day that they had came over together, was the first and last time Dayvon had verbally told her that he loved her. She obviously tried to debunk that and insisted that it was lust, but Dayvon was serious.

The way she brushed it off really did hurt his feelings, but he hadn't brought it up to her because he didn't want her to feel as if she was pressured to love him back. He was used to his feelings being one sided, and he knew that he loved too fast, and too hard.

Dream honestly wasn't intending to hurt his feelings, she was just still a bit disoriented with their new relationship. A part of her felt like Kentrell and Von loved each other too much, and didn't have enough room to love her, too. It wasn't a jealousy thing, but more so something she'd unintentionally observed.

Even though they showed her more attention than they did each other, it just felt kind of foreign, and maybe a bit forced, too. That was probably because she wasn't used to so much affection at once, so she wasn't sure how to handle it now that it was given to her.

She could admit to being afraid to openly love him-both of them-, because she didn't want to regret it. Love was such a scary feeling, and so unfamiliar to Dream in a romantic setting. Now, she felt bad that she hadn't said it back to him, especially since she knew the love was there.

"I didn't-not say it back, on purpose. I just-it was so much going on, you know? I didn't think it was the right time." Dream turned over to lay on her back, staring up at the glass ceiling that gave them a view of the early morning sky. The sun hadn't rose yet, but would soon be doing so.

"You love him?" He watched her facial expressions to see if it would give a different answer than what she was about to say.

"Yes. I'm just nervous. I've never done this before and I just feel like everything is moving so fast. I mean, like, it's only been two months and I literally have two boyfriends." She had her arms folded across her chest, and he listened to her let out a low sigh.

"You ain't even let us ask you out. Damn." He mushed her head to lighten her mood, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Well. Obviously the answer would be yes anyways so there's not even a reason to ask anymore." She chuckled, and he did as well, sitting up to rest on his elbow.

"You shouldn't be scared to love. I used to be, too, because that's what happens when you done been hurt a lot. Dayvon ain't never hurt me though, even when I sometimes hurt him. He sweet; so I know fa' sure he won't hurt you. I won't hurt you either. You don't have to be scared, mama." He held her face, and her eyes lowered as he left soft kisses on her lips.

"Thank you, baby. You are so perfect." She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, feeling him bury his face in the crook of her neck.

He gave her another kiss, and then returned to his previous spot on the side of her, just as Dayvon began to turn in his sleep, finally on his way towards waking himself up.

His hand reached over to feel for Dream, and she chuckled, watching as he laid his head on her breasts, making himself comfortable.

"Look," Kentrell pointed, and she looked up, the two of them watching the sun become visible, and soon, it shone bright on Dayvon's clear face, making him frown.

"Good morning. It's time to wake up." Dream grabbed his face, and he slowly picked his head up, letting his eyes open.

He leaned up to kiss her face, and then he dapped Kentrell up, before sitting all the way up to stretch his body out.

"Oh, now all of a sudden you tired." Dream rolled her eyes at a quiet Kentrell, and the only time he got quiet is when he became sleepy.

"The fuck up, girl." He waved her off, and she smiled, putting her attention back on Von, who was climbing out of the conversation pit.

"Man, get yo' ass on." Von finally spoke, shaking his head at Midnight when he tried following behind him. At last, Midnight had came to accept them, well just a little bit.

Dream figured it was time for her to get all the way up as well, and go feed Midnight some breakfast before taking a shower. She didn't want the smell of outside lingering on her body.

"Baby, come on. Come take a shower with me so you can get in the bed." She tapped Kentrell's shoulder, and he laid there a few seconds longer, before standing up.

He helped Dream out of the pit, and then the two of them gathered the blanket and the snacks they'd ate through the night, and followed up with fixing the plush pillows.

They walked in the house soon after, with Midnight trailing behind them, knowing it was time for him to eat. He stood by Dream as she made him a bowl of premium dog food, and put some left over fried chicken in the bowl as well.

After sitting the bowl in his tray, she fixed him a bowl of cold ice water next, and sat that in the tray as well.

"You need a damn bath." She shook her head as she rubbed behind his ear, watching him sloppily eat his food, greasing up his face from the chicken and his drool.

Finally, Dream dragged herself upstairs where she heard shower water running, and the first thing she saw was Von sitting on her bed.

"Get off my bed Dayvon. You stink. Go get in the shower." She frowned at him, and he looked up from his phone, laughing.

"Girl shut up. Come here." He grabbed her arm to pull her near his body, and she wrapped hers around his torso to give him a hug. A few moments later, she reached up to hold his face, and was able to smell the mint freshness of his breath once she gave him a small kiss.

"I love you." She told him, and his expression almost immediately relaxed as he gazed down at her.

"Kentrell run his mouth too fuckin' much." He chuckled, finding it coincidental that she said it right after he'd had a conversation about it with Kentrell.

"Not too much on him. I'm glad he did. Why didn't you tell me that you were upset about that?"

"It wasn't that serious. If you ain't ready, I'ma respect that. You don't have to say it back just 'cause I said it." He shrugged, holding her ass in his left hand, while his phone remained in his right one.

"It is serious. I said it because I want to. The only reason I didn't when you did, was because I was scared. I just didn't think that it was the right time, and I didn't want to regret saying it then. But I do love you, so much." She rubbed his face with her thumb, and he leaned his head down to give her a kiss.

"I love you more."

"Thank you for being so patient with me." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he picked her up from the ground, shifting her in his arms.

"I'll do whatever for you." He told her, and she smiled, laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her to the bathroom.

When they made it inside, she was placed on her feet again, and while Dayvon undressed, she tied her hair up into a ponytail, then pulled her bonnet on.

"I ain't telling you shit else. Yo' ass talk too much." Von stood in front of Kentrell, blocking the water from hitting his body.

"Nobody give a fuck. That tiny ass secret." He waved him off, fixing the square shaped faucet head so that it hit both of them.

"You lame as hell." Von rolled his eyes, listening to Kentrell laugh at the same time that he dismissively shrugged his shoulders.

Both of their heads turned when the glass door opened, and Dream stepped inside with her arm covering her chest. For some reason, that's where she was most insecure about, even though it was one of their favorite parts on her.

"Don't start. Geez." She sat down on her shower bench, referring to how they were already staring and she'd only been in the shower for five seconds. They couldn't keep their eyes off of her.

She'd only showered with them-both, at the same time-on three occasions, but each time, she felt like she was in one of those gang-banging pornos where the tiny girl was the center of attention in a room full of muscular men-although they had never even done anything sexual with her in the shower.

"What you sitting down for?" Dayvon smirked, grabbing her waist to pull her up to her feet, and she shook her head at him.

"I'ma stop showering with y'all. Y'all are strange." She chuckled, and Kentrell did as well, biting his lip at her figure.

He never understood how a woman as pretty as her could be insecure about anything, when she was literally perfect. He didn't see a single flaw within her physical appearance, and it was crazy how she could point out plenty of them.

"Let me see, Nana. I ain't gon' touch." Kentrell had a slick grin on his face as he grabbed her arms, and she let him remove them from over her brown colored nipples.

The day that they'd came over her house was the last time they got to touch her in such a sexual manner, but it didn't bother either of them. Dream wasn't ready for a lot of stuff, and that was okay. Neither of them were rushing anything with her.

Dream appreciated them for that, but she wasn't holding back because she wasn't ready; she was holding back because she wouldn't know what to do when the time did come.

Even with listening to plenty of sex stories from Jayda and Ariana when they were with their ex-boyfriends, they never told her exactly what to do, or how they did it.

She didn't want to embarrass herself, or sit there and do nothing the whole time while they had their fun, just because she wasn't educated on modern sex. The different positions and pleasurable triggers, she knew nothing about any of that.

"Come here," Von pulled her over towards him, and she chuckled, making sure to keep her eyes up and away from his dick that stood at attention.

It felt like she lost her breath for a few seconds after Kentrell stood directly behind her, and though she couldn't physically feel his dick in contact with her slit, she could definitely feel the presence there.

"Wassam, Nana? Relax." He spoke from behind her, and she bit her lip, finally looking down. The first thing she saw was Dayvon's strongly erected dick, and that alone had her stomach doing backflips.

"Relax," Dayvon repeated, and she covered her face, eventually resulting in a laugh from both of them.

"Stop. Oh my god, y'all did that on purpose. It isn't funny." She childishly whined, a genuine pout on her face as she moved herself away from both of them.

"Yo' lil ass so nervous, you shaking." Von pointed out, smiling at the effect they had on her.

"Stop, no I'm not. I'm not that nervous. I just don't know what to do and I feel left out." She huffed, folding her arms across her chest again.

"Left out of what?" Kentrell chuckled, his eyes traveling back up to her face.

"I don't know. It's just-I know y'all are waiting on me to stop being such a scary cat, and, I know y'all do it with each other, but I wanna do it too. I just don't know how." She tried to explain without tripping over her words, and both of them smiled at how innocent she was.

Little did she know, soon enough, they were going to turn her completely out. Sooner than she realized.

Tbh I really do wanna write an urban book but I still wanna use Dave as the faceclaim. I'm low-key tired of him though, but he brings the most views and he fine af. Then again I'm tired of urban plots; teenage pregnancies, drug dealers, shit like that. Everything is so repetitive, that's why I wanted to stop writing bc I feel like nothing is original anymore. 🫤 Y'all ugly.