Three days later.

"Saniyah, you want mayonnaise baby?!" Kentrell called out through the house, currently making burgers in the kitchen.

"No. Just bacon and cheese please!" She yelled from her room, and he rolled his eyes, making her plain burger. She was pickier than him and he already was picky as hell.

He made her a burger on brioche buns, adding some shoestring fries that he'd made to the plate, and then drizzling ranch over them.

He carried her plate along with a bottle of sprite back towards her room, passing it to her, then sitting the soda on the nightstand.

"Thank you handsome." She tilted her head up, and he pecked her lips a few times, making her smile.

"You welcome my baby." He kissed her forehead, and she chuckled, sitting up in the bed.

She adverted her eyes watching Von walk in her room, and her face lit up as he made his way towards her.

"Wassup mama? You feeling better?" He kissed her face, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

"Yeah. Kentrell forcing me to eat." She chuckled, letting him kiss her lips. He sucked her bottom lip before releasing her from the kiss.

"Good cause I got you more tests. Hurry up." He sat the bag on the bed, and she rolled her eyes, taking a bite out of her burger.

"Wassup?" Von grabbed his neck to kiss him, and Kentrell pecked his lips, before pulling back, making him frown.

"Wassam? You hungry?" He asked, sitting a stack of money that he was counting down on the dresser.

Von didn't answer, instead following him out of the room. He was starting to become pissed off with Kentrell.

"What's yo problem?" He asked, standing at the counter as Kentrell began cleaning up the small mess that was left after he'd cooked.

"What you talkin' about?" Confusion ridden in his tone as he wiped down the counters with a Clorox wipe.

"Ever since we fucked y-." He started, and Kentrell quickly cut him off.

"Nigga keep yo voice down. What you so loud fa'?" He frowned at him, and Von's head jerked back.

"Nah nigga. Like I said, you been acting off since we fucked, then you keep blowing me off whenever I ask to fuck again. You been flocking me and shit instead of being straight up." He talked purposely above his normal tone, and Kentrell rolled his eyes, throwing the wipe in the trash.

"Don't walk off while I'm talking to you. I ain't disrespected you so don't do it to me." Von grabbed him up once he tried walking past him, and Kentrell frowned.

"Bra get off me. You tripping." Kentrell pulled away from him, attempting to leave again and Von blocked his way.

"I'm tripping? My nigga you the one being a fucking weirdo." He held a deep mug on his face, becoming irritated.

"What are y'all yelling about?" Saniyah made her presence known, walking to stand between the two because she could see that Von was ready to get physical.

"Nothing-." Kentrell was cut off by Von.

"Don't sit up here and fucking lie to her. Nigga been on some goof shit for damn near two weeks." Von's muscles unintentionally flexed, and Saniyah made him step back a bit, seeing how upset he was.

"Dayvon shut the fuck up." Kentrell sent a mean glare his way, making his head jerk back.

"Nah nigga you acting like we got some shit to hide and we don't. I'm not finna let you sit up here and play me like I'm embarrassing or something." He retorted, letting Saniyah hold him in place.

"Baby what's going on?" She held a small confused frown on her face as she looked over at Kentrell.

"He fucked me two weeks ago. Nigga been kissing on me in secret and shit, asked me not to tell you. I'm thinking it was on some other shit but this nigga is deadass scared to tell you." Von told her, and her frown softened as Kentrell clenched his jaw.

"You talk too fucking much. Bitch made ass nigga mad cause I didn't kiss you? Take yo pussy ass on mane." Kentrell attempted to walk away, and Saniyah pulled away from Von to grab him.

"Baby look at me." She held his face, watching as he avoided her gaze.

"Nah. I don't wanna be hea' and I don't wanna talk right now. I'a be back lata'. Watch out." He attempted to move her, and she turned his head to look down at her, seeing a slight embarrassed expression flash across his face before quickly disappearing.

"Kentrell why didn't you wanna tell me?" She asked, confused because that wasn't anything new to her. Well, she didn't know that they'd actually had sex, but they had been growing closer whenever the three of them had sex lately so it wasn't surprising.

"Bae I ain't tryna get into that right now. Let me go please." He mumbled, and Von frowned.

"Nah, talk about. Don't sit up here and try to play victim like you ain't been hurting my feelings everyday since it happened. Every time I try to kiss you with her around you act like I disgust you or something. That shit aggravating because when she not here you be all over me."

"What the fuck do you want from me? If you wanted to stop you should've been straight up instead of playing these two different roles as if she didn't already know that we liked each other. You acting like I ain't good enough for you or something." Von gestured with his hands, and Kentrell's jaw clenched.

"Baby you hurt his feelings. He deserves a reason why. What's going on?" She pecked his lips, and his arms wrapped around her body, making her return the hug.

"Them wasn't my intentions I just ain't w-I don't want you to feel like I'm less of a man or somethin'. I didn't feel like yo boyfriend no more after we did it I felt like his. And I don't wanna make you feel like I'm wit' him instead of you." He told her, and Von scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"How when she already knew about us? It wasn't that fucking serious, you did too much. That was unnecessary as hell." Von irritatedly spoke, his arms folded as he leaned against the counter.

"Dayvon don't invalidate his feelings like that. I think it could've been solved a different way, but he's not wrong for the way he feels." She told him, meeting his eyes.

"Not w-? What about the way I feel? All he had to do was tell me that this like my fifth time asking what the problem is. He is not the fucking victim you need to quit babying him all the time." Von frowned at her.

"Babying him? Von I'm just trying to get you two to talk and you're not making the situation any better by yelling. I literally agreed with you and said it should've been handled differently. You making it seem like I'm choosing sides and I'm not." She let Kentrell go, a frown placing on her face as well.

"You is choosing sides. You holding this nigga as if he the victim and he ain't. You always pick his fucking side." He attempted to walk off, and she grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Nah Noni this shit irritating. I been hiding the way he been making me feel for two fucking weeks. And when I finally tell you-expecting you to help me figure it out-you hugging on him like he the one that got done wrong. He always tryna play fucking victim and you fall for the shit every time." His voice rasped out, tired from the yelling he'd done.

Saniyah wrapped her arms around his neck, and he didn't hug her back, so frustrated that he felt like crying. He hated feeling played with.

"You got me feeling like I'm fucking bothering you instead of just telling me what was up. I would've left you the fuck alone and wouldn't have even let you fuck me if you was gone act this way afterwards. You got what you wanted from me so now it's just fuck me, huh?" He met Kentrell's eyes, and he didn't respond, not breaking eye contact either.

"Baby get off of me please." His voice cracked, and she met his eyes, before releasing him from her grip.

Von wiped under his eye before a tear could fall, walking off back to her room, now irritated. Saniyah listened to the door slam behind him, and she sighed.

"Kentrell.." She trailed off, a small frown on her face as she looked at him.

"I didn't do it on purpose. Every time something happens somehow it be my fault. I didn't force him to let me fuck, he came on to me. It ain't like I just been straight ducking this nigga, I just didn't feel comfortable doing it around you." He frowned as well.

"Kentrell he's right. You have such a victim complex and you don't even realize it." She told him, and his frown deepened.

"I didn't even do nothing?" He confusedly spoke, folding his arms across his chest.

"Kentrell you have to start taking accountability for things that you have fault in. Every time we have a problem you are quick to say that it isn't your fault. You know that how you've been treating him is wrong and yet you're still putting the blame on him for the way he reacted."

"It isn't fair to him and you have to find a way to take responsibility for your actions. You know that I would never judge you or think less of you for being with him. I've been knew, and I still think you're you. It's literally just sex, and it's not something that you should be ashamed of."

"He's right to feel the way that he does, and he's also right about me babying you. I have to start letting you know that's sometimes you're wrong baby. It wasn't fair what you did to him, and I feel like there's another reason on why you did it because you know that I already knew about you and him." She voiced her thoughts to him, and he ran his hand down his face.

"I d-can I go and talk to him?" He asked, and she nodded her head, stepping out of his way.

Kentrell let her words marinate as he walked back towards her room, upset with himself. He turned the doorknob, walking inside to see Von sitting on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands and his hair now pulled into a back ponytail.

"Dayvon." He called out, and Von didn't respond, his leg bouncing at an irritable speed.

Kentrell pulled Saniyah's desk chair to sit in front of him, and Von attempted to stand up, being stopped.

"Wait. Just let me talk and then you can go." He searched his face, and Von wiped under his eye, not responding. He hated how emotional he was starting to become.

"I love you. You know that?" He told him, and he scoffed.

"Don't try to be fucking sweet cause she not in here. This exactly what the fuck I'm talking a-." He started, and Kentrell cut him off.

"Can you just let me fucking talk? Let me talk." He frowned at him, and Von rolled his eyes, using his shirt to wipe his face dry.

"I love you. And after I fucked you, I loved you more. I'm in love with you, aight? I don't know how to f-I don't know how to address the way that I feel. It's hard for me to talk about my emotions because I never got the chance to until I got with Saniyah."

"I didn't want you to feel like I was coming on to you too strongly so I pulled back. I shouldn't have done that, and I should've talk to you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings and for treating you like you wasn't enough for me."

"I know how that feels and I don't like that feeling. You more than enough for me, that's why I love you. I ain't mean to do dat' shit bad da' way that I did, I made a mistake. I'm learning new shit everyday and I'm not perfect. I still got some shit that I need to work on wit' myself."

"But I can't do it without you, and without Saniyah. I like when y'all help me. And I don't like it when you mad at me. I'a do better, I promise. I'm sorry for the way I handled this and I should've talked to you. I'm not asking you to forgive me, but I'm sorry. I know better next time."

Kentrell finished venting to him, afterwards wrapping him up in a hug, and Von hesitated, before sighing under his breath and returning the hug.

"You hurt my feelings Kentrell." His voice rasped, his head face in Kentrell's shoulder.

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that, im still learning. I love you." He mumbled, and Von tightened the hug, his jaw clenching.

"You in love with me?" Von mumbled back, and Kentrell nodded his head, pulling him closer.

"Yeah I am. I didn't want Saniyah to know because I don't want her to feel like you taking me from her or something. I be overthinking shit sometimes, I'm sorry. I love you though." He told him, pulling away from the hug to grab him up for a kiss.

"No. I don't want no kiss right now Kentrell." Von stopped him, and he frowned for a bit, before the expression softened.

"Dayvon I said I'm sorry. I'a do better next time." He tilted his head, searching over his face.

"Sorry don't fix everything. I asked you too many times what I had did wrong so that I could've fixed it. You ignored me every damn time man I just wanted to fucking fix it. That shit wasn't fair and you can't just apologize and think I'm supposed to forgive you just like that." He told him, avoiding his gaze.

Kentrell hesitantly let him go, feeling even worse than he did before hearing the hurt in his voice.

"Before I got wit' Noni, everybody ignored me. I ain't never had no friends or nothin' besides my brother, and that nigga ignored me too. I'm tired of being ignored when shit don't even be my fault. When you told me that you liked me I told you if you was ever uncomfortable to let me know to avoid shit like this."

"I didn't agree to be with you too just to be ignored again. That shit is so fucking aggravating because I don't ever do shit to mufucka's. I just wanted to fucking fix it and you wouldn't let me." He stood up from the bed, and Kentrell did the same, his 5'11 figure slightly taller than Von's 5'10.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. I don't know how to fix this." He mumbled, keeping his eyes on Von's face.

"And I'm just supposed to let you try and fix it when you didn't let me huh?" He finally met Kentrell's eyes, making his expression soften after seeing Von's red eyes.

"Dayvon I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around his neck, and Von laid his head on his shoulder, his jaw clenching as Kentrell kissed his face.

"I'm tryna change. I wanna love you better. You gone show me how?" Kentrell asked, his tone soft, and Von closed his eyes once he kissed his lips.

Kentrell lightly gripped his neck, and Von groaned, being pushed on the bed as the kiss deepened.

"I'm sorry. Let me fix it." He pressed himself between his legs, and Von hissed, grabbing his waist.

"I want Saniyah in here. I'm not doing nothing else without ha'." He told him, groaning as Kentrell sucked his neck.

Kentrell called out Saniyah's name, standing up to undress himself, and once she walked in, she chuckled at the two of them.

She walked into Von's arms that were opened for her, letting him pull her on top of him.

"You okay baby? I'm sorry." She told him, biting her lip as he pulled the oversized shirt that she wore from over her head.

"Yeah. I'm good fat ma. I need you though." He mumbled, and she let him unclip her bra while Kentrell undressed him.

"You know things can't be fixed with sex right?" She looked down at him, and he nodded.

"I don't give a fuck about that right now." He told her, sliding her down his dick, and she gasped, her face immediately frowning up in pleasure.

"Kentrell." She whimpered, wanting him to join as well, seeing him stroking his dick.

"Nah baby let me watch." He softly grunted, and she moaned, feeling Von reach her spot with ease.

"Saniyah ride yo dick ma." Von gripped her ass in his hand, and she bit her lip, pushing her hair over her shoulder and sitting upright.

She rested her hands on his chest to keep herself stable, beginning to whine her hips in a slow circle, keeping her muscles clenched around his dick.

"Fuckkkk." He groaned out, trailing his hand up her body to grip her boobs in his hand, making her moan.

No longer able to just watch, Kentrell positioned himself between Von's legs, letting lube lubricate his opening.

He held his waist, slowly inching himself inside, and Von released a loud grunt, his dick beginning to throb as Saniyah rolled her hips on it.

"Fuckkkk, I missed you." Kentrell moaned under his breath, and Von grunted, his eyes rolling back.

"Is this how you want it baby?" She moaned in Von's ear, and his legs lightly began to tremble as Kentrell started stroking him at a slow pace.

"Ky?" She whimpered, wanting an answer from him, moaning again once he slapped her ass.

"Yeah baby. Fuckkk, slow down girl." He groaned, his jaw clenching as both of them pleased his body.

"Von look at me." Kentrell leaned over to see his face, Saniyah laying on top of Von with her arms wrapped around his neck and her head in the crook of it.

He opened his eyes, meeting Kentrell soft gaze, and he groaned, watching his face pleasurably frown up.

"I'm sorry. You hear me? Baby I'm sorry." He grunted, slamming harder but still slowly, and Von moaned as his body jerked with each stroke.

"Fuckkkk. Fuck, Saniyah I'm cumming. Get up. Get up, fuck." He bit his lip, knowing she didn't want him to nut in her.

"It's okay baby. You can cum in me if you want. You wanna cum in me?" She moaned, and his eyes rolled back as an orgasm built up in his body.

"Answer her." Kentrell grunted, keeping his eyes on him as he slid himself deeper, making Von moan, and Saniyah felt herself get wetter around him.

"Yeah. Yeah baby can I nut in you?" He groaned, and she bit her lip, leaning her head up to kiss him, and Kentrell groaned, sitting back upright.

He fucked Von harder, bringing his hand down hard on Saniyah's ass, making both of them moan into their sensual kiss.

"Y'all so fucking nasty. Mmm, I love this shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck." He grunted, slamming deeper with each stroke, and Saniyah moaned as Von grunted hard against her lips.

"Kentrell slow down. I can't take that m-." Von cut himself off, groaning loudly as he felt Kentrell's nut release inside him.

"Fuckkkkk. Fuck, awn fuck." Kentrell moaned, halting his movements, and Von's orgasm took over his body, beginning to fill Saniyah up.

"Baby fuckkk." He groaned, holding her body close to his as his cream gushed out of him, spilling into her.

Saniyah moaned, feeling his dick throbbing inside of her, both him and Kentrell having orgasms, which in turn caused her to have one-her body beginning to shake.

"Oh my godddd!" She cried out, squirting over Von's dick, making a mess around the three of them, listening to both of their moans.

Didn't know how to end this. I wanna slow down on the sex scenes but I'm a whore and can't help it. So........... but fr should I stop lmfao