"That's seven nigga, gimme that." Santana picked up a stack of cash off of the ground, leaving the dice where they were while the men around him smacked their lips simultaneously.

"Yo, this nigga gotta be bringing trick dice. Ain't no way you win almost every time you play bro." His younger cousin, Maurice, gave him the hundred dollar bill that he used to bet with.

"Even if I was, you need to be mad at yourself for not picking up on it. Gimme that shit nigga." Santana spoke to his cousin first before taking the stack of cash that Israel had bet with as well.

"My pockets ain't hurting. That's nothing to be excited over, pussy." Israel waved him off, watching him tie a rubber band around all of the money he won.

"That sound like something a nigga who pockets is hurting would say. But whatever." Santana shrugged, dapping one of his uncles up as he left the group of men to go find his wife.

Today was Super Bowl day, which meant it had to be a family reunion for Santana and his relatives because of their shared love for football. Almost every man in their family played at least high school or college football, and some of them even got drafted to the big leagues.

A watch party was being thrown at his parents house for the game, and since he couldn't miss it, he made Israel and Bria come along with him because it wasn't like they had anything better to do anyway.

Speaking of Bria, Santana fixated his gaze on her as she approached them with a plate of food in her hands and a small frown on her face-probably from the outside heat.

"You hit big mama." He held out the money he'd just won from rolling dice, watching a smile slowly replace her frown.

"Do you play just to give me the winnings after?" She asked with humor in her tone, and he nodded his head with a shrug.

"And what you win for me?" She looked over at Israel, letting out a laugh at the sight of him scratching the back of his head like he didn't know what she was talking about.

"He a fucking loser. Came up off two grand. I told him he ain't want this smoke and he didn't believe me." Santana sat down in the chair he previously sat in, and Bria sat in Israel's lap since Santana was smoking.

"You gone take that? 'Cause me personally, I wouldn't." Bria looked back at him, putting some fries in her mouth.

"Fuck you and him." He waved her off too, making Santana laugh while Bria playfully mushed his head back.

She focused back on her plate as soon as they started talking about the football game, picking up one of the tasty Korean meatballs with her fork.

Bria loved when Santana's family got together because he came from such a diverse background and everyone brought a dish from their culture which gave her a wide range of food to pick from.

On her plate, she had Korean meatballs, fries, fried chicken wings, jollof, goat meat, and butter chicken and naan. She got small portions of everything so that she'd eat it all, but was already planning her to-go plate in her head because the food was so good.

"Wassup nigga. What you got goin'?" Santana's older cousin, Amarion, dapped him up, unintentionally interrupting he and Israel's conversation.

"Shit, nothin'. Wassup with you?" Santana snapped his fingers after letting his hand go, his words coming out a bit muffled since he was holding his blunt in between his lips.

"Same ole' shit. Yo, ain't this yo' girl? Wassup lil' B." An obvious look of confusion graced his face as he looked down at Bria, seeing that she was sitting in another man's lap.

"You came over here to say wassup or to be nosy? If she mine then what you worried 'bout her for?" Santana stood up from his seat, pushing him back a bit because he was too close to Bria for Santana's liking.

"I know I don't play about you but that nigga really don't play no games about you, like at all." Israel chuckled, watching as Santana engaged in a seemingly heated conversation with his cousin a few feet away.

"He's such a hothead. He'll get into it with anybody over anything. I guess I am his soft spot though." Bria used the naan dough to gather up some butter chicken, then put it in her mouth.

"You guess?" Israel curiously rose an eyebrow at her, and she laughed, watching Santana walk back over to them.

"You so crazyyy. I think I wanna have yo' babyyy." Bria stuck her tongue out after Santana leaned down to kiss her, causing him and Israel to laugh since those were literally her circumstances.

"Nigga you be crashing out behind her, ain't it?" Israel chuckled, grabbing his Dr Pepper out of the built in drink holder of the chair.

"Anytime and every time. But nah, I knew Reece dumbass went and ran his mouth 'bout her sitting on yo' lap-I seen them over there talking. Just ain't think they had the nuts to say nothin' to me 'bout my lil' shit." He referred to his younger cousin Maurice.

Plenty of his family members had been staring at the three since they'd first arrived, and at first Bria thought it was because they recognized Israel for his celebrity status in New York, but then she remembered she was literally dating the both of them.

Her relationship with them had quickly become a regular thing for her, and sometimes it slipped her mind that three people being in a relationship wasn't something that society deemed as a common practice, but neither did she care.

And she was glad that Israel and Santana obviously didn't care either. They would take turns kissing her in public as if they were still at home or something. It was clear that the two men couldn't care any less about what anyone thought about them.

Bria walked out of the bathroom with a towel around her body, using the wall for guidance because the steam lingering in the air from her hot shower had her ready to pass out.

She pulled her towel off and placed it over the bed ottoman, then sat down on it. Using the strawberry pound cake whipped body butter that she got from Bath & Body Works, she moisturized her skin while it was still damp so that the scent would still remain when it dried.

Afterwards, she pulled on an oversized shirt with a pair of panties and then walked towards the living room where Israel and Santana were waiting on her to start the movie night she'd spontaneously planned because she was sick of the football talk she had to endure for the last week.

"Santana get up." She had a frown on her face, seeing that he was already dozing off and the movie hadn't even started yet.

"You better hurry up and start this shit 'for I go to sleep for real." He fixed the pillow that was behind his head, and she rolled her eyes, walking towards the kitchen.

"What you doing? It's literally past midnight." Bria took Israel's business phone out of his hand, holding it behind her back.

"Shit don't stop." He shrugged, leaning his head down to get a closer whiff of whatever perfume she was wearing.

"You smell good. C'mere." He pulled her towards him by her waist, and she smiled at the feeling of his face in the crook of her neck.

"You still on that break?" He asked, smirking at the sound of her laughter as she pushed him back.

"Stop being fast. Come on." She left his phone on the counter, then grabbed his hand to pull him back into the living room.

Bria pulled the bottom part of her plush sofa out to turn the couch into a sleeper bed, and laid down in the middle after grabbing a large throw blanket from the hallway closet.

"Don't start Tana. At least pretend to be interested in the movie." She grabbed his hand that went between her legs as soon as she pressed play on Ferdinand.

"You knew what you was doing, wearing these little ass panties with that perfume on." He played with the waistband of her thong, pulling it back so that it popped lightly against her skin.

"Then you gon' turn this mufucka' to a bed like you ready to get fucked on it." Israel added, causing her to shake her head at them. They stayed on her like moths on light fixtures.

She put her elbow across Israel's lap, using him for stability while she propped her head up in the palm of her hand. Her eyes lowered to watch Santana make himself comfortable between her legs, laying his head back against her middle area.

Moments like these were her favorite. She didn't care if all they were doing was blinking at a bare wall; being with the two of them doing anything at all made her the happiest. Their presence alone was more than enough to satisfy her.

Another thing that had been making her happy lately was how comfortable Israel and Santana had become with each other. Sometimes she'd even wake up in the middle of the night and hear them casually talking to each other like they'd been friends for years.

This was the life she'd never dreamed of but she was so thankful for getting it anyway.

"You and these Disney movies, yo." Israel slouched down further into the couch, realizing that she was forcing them to watch another cartoon movie.

"That's all she watch. These-and them serial killer shows." Santana pulled Bria's legs over his shoulders, rubbing his fingers between her polished toes.

"Y'all would probably like my stuff if y'all actually paid attention." She said, referring to how Israel was on his personal phone and Santana would for sure be asleep in a few minutes.

"Nobody wanna watch these kiddy ass movies. You should've played Madea or somethin'." Israel told her, causing her eyebrows to come together in a frown.

Bria gently moved Santana's head from between her legs, then she got off of Israel to step off the couch completely. She could hear one of them smack their lips at her-probably for being dramatic-but she didn't care.

"You know she pregnant and emotional, dumbass." Santana's voice faded away because of the distance as she walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

She didn't even bother putting a movie on because it wouldn't be too long before they followed her and she didn't feel like hearing one of them complain about it. Instead, she plugged up her phone on the charger and lowered herself under the blankets.

Her house was freezing cold, which was her favorite temperature to fall asleep in. Even though it was already dark outside, her blackout curtains made her room pitch black-so with that and the air going, she figured she would be sleep in no time.

"Come back and watch the movie fat ma. I ain't gone say nothin' bad." Israel's voice could be heard from the doorway, and Bria remained underneath the comforter, ignoring him.

"Bria," Santana called, making her roll her eyes. She hated how they double teamed her now.

"Move. I don't wanna go back out there. Matter fact, y'all can sleep out there. Get out my face." She stopped Israel just before he could lean down and kiss her.

"The fuck? I ain't even do nothing. Why I gotta sleep in there?" Santana frowned, turning the light on.

"Yes you did-you was tryna go to sleep. So since you was so bored, bye. Get out." As if they were on one band with the same sound, she targeted them both.

"C'mon mama, we been out all day. How you gone blame me for being sleepy?" He climbed in the bed with her, pulling the covers back to move them out of his way.

"Whatever. Y'all annoying." She laid her head on her folded arms, deciding to ignore them since they obviously wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"Nah you just spoiled. I ain't even say nothing wrong for real." Israel laid in his spot on the other side of her, kissing her cheek anyway even though she dodged his first one.

"Stop talking to me and stop kissing me Koda. I'm not playing with you." She pushed his head away from her, using his middle name to make sure he knew she was serious.

"What you gone do if I don't?" He teased, watching the way her gaze shifted between his eyes and his lips. His eyes lowered when she leaned in for a kiss, and then to his surprise she turned her head to kiss Santana instead.

She purposely made her kiss with Santana nasty since she knew he was still watching her, using her tongue to trace Santana's lips before she pulled them into her mouth, lightly sucking on them.

"Bria I really don't give no fuck." Israel smirked, meeting her gaze again when she was 'done'.

"Me either. Stop talking to me." She sat up to pull her shirt from over her head, tossing it randomly to the side.

Santana chuckled at their interaction while simultaneously staring at Bria's naked body that was on top of him, moving his eyes to her face when she leaned down to give him another kiss.

He reached between their bodies to pull his hard dick from out of the entrapment of his boxers, rubbing his tip that was a light shade of brown through her slit to moisten her up further. His erection grew stronger from how warm she was, and as soon as it throbbed, Santana pushed through her outer lips.

Israel watched the way Bria's mouth fell open in shock even though she was fully expecting Santana to do that, but she was caught off guard every single time she had sex like it was her first time all over again.

"Close your mouth before I have him put something in it." Santana thrusted up into her at a steady pace, not even giving her time to adjust to his length.

"Nah, I got it." Israel's hand wrapped around her neck, and his grip tightened until she lightly tapped his hand to let him know when to stop-she couldn't breathe, but she enjoyed it and he knew that.

"Head back mama. Take that shit." Israel sat up, pushing two of his fingers down her throat once she did as told.

Santana smirked at how well she followed directions, watching her mouth close around Israel's fingers like he'd previously told her to do. His hands placed firmly on her waist, keeping her body still as he began to fuck her with the full length of his dick.

The sound of her shrieking was muffled due to Israel finger fucking her throat, and neither of them stopped their thrusts, causing her legs to tremble as her first orgasm of the night approached.

"Mmm, fuck! I'm cumming!" Bria cried as soon as Israel took his fingers out of her mouth, rubbing her spit that was on them around both of her hard nipples.

"No you not. Get up." Santana immediately lifted her off of his dick, stopping her orgasm just seconds before it could happen.

"Spread 'em." He then grabbed her legs to pull them apart while Israel held her hands out of the way because they both knew that Bria could easily make herself cum even when they weren't doing anything to her.

"Oh my god. Fuuuck," She whined, squirming to get away from them, now low-key frustrated. She hadn't done anything sexual with either of them in two-extremely long to her-weeks and they'd just ruined her release that was so close to happening.

"You said stop talking to you? I don't wanna hear you say shit either. Open up Bria." Israel stroked his hard dick in front of her, now standing on the ground with Santana next to him, doing the exact same thing.

"Baby I c-,"

"You talk too much. He just said don't say nothin'." Santana roughly grabbed her face to force her to open her mouth mid sentence, and Israel slid his dick down her throat when she did.

He wrapped her hair around his fist to move it out of his way as he penetrated the warm wetness of her throat, listening to her heavy gags as his eyes focused on the expressions on her face.

"Hold it mama. You got it." Israel moved his other hand to her neck, able to feel the print of his dick inside of it.

Santana saw her legs trembling again, so he climbed on the bed next to her-facing the headboard while she faced Israel-wrapping his right arm around her torso so that she couldn't move, and his left hand rubbed down her slit before two fingers slid through her tight walls.

"Be still or I'ma stop and you won't get yo' nut B." Santana pressed down on her clit, listening to her muffled loud moans mixed with her exhausted cries.

"She cumming. Pull out." Santana instructed, and Israel did as told, her cries finally becoming audible.

"Ohhh my g-shit!" She put a deep arch in her back, burying her face against the mattress to hide the fact that she was crying. Her cum oozed out of her in a clear color while a small amount also squirted out over the comforter, making both men smirk.

"Turn over mama. Let me taste you." Israel effortlessly picked her up, and she had a small pout on her face as he guided her to lay on her back near the top of the bed.

His head dipped between her legs while her orgasm was still happening, so as soon as he gently pulled her clit into his mouth, she came again. Just as she was about to push his head away, Santana grabbed both of her wrists and leaned down to kiss her to prevent her from tapping out.

The feeling of him groaning in her mouth at the same time that Israel was sucking on her lower half had her ready to pass out. She was used to having at least a little control in the bedroom, but during both sessions where she'd had them together-that was literally out the window. She didn't stand a chance.

"Israel!" She whimpered, trying to use her feet to push him back by his shoulders, but then Santana held underneath crease of her thighs to hold her legs against her chest, practically folding her in half.

"Baby I can't t-fuck! I can't. Oh my god, I'm done Tana please let me up. Please?" She begged just as her legs began to violently vibrate from another orgasm building up.

"Nah. You got it. Let him get in this pussy first." Santana kissed her forehead, and her jaw went slack when Israel entered her with no warning.

"She so pretty Bria. You tight as fuck." He grunted, using his fingers to spread her lower set of lips apart to make it easier for him to push through. He didn't understand how she was still so tight when neither he nor Santana were lacking down below.

"Wait baby I'm cumming. Please stop." She couldn't even grab his waist to stop him since Santana still had her arms pinned above her head, restricting her use of them.

Israel didn't stop; instead, he made sure his strokes were slow and gentle enough for her to handle-but somehow that made her release happen quicker because in just a few seconds he could feel her opening become even more moist with her cum.

Her scream was cut short by Santana covering her mouth while simultaneously gesturing for Israel to continue. He listened to the sound coming from Bria's lower half as Israel roughly thrusted into her, letting his eyes lock on her light brown ones that were filled with tears.

"Don't cry pretty. Make him nut and I'll give you a break. Aight? Don't scream." His voice was low and raspy as he talked to her, and she nodded her head with dazed eyes.

Santana removed his hand from her mouth and her wrists, finally freeing her from his grip. She quietly sniffed, reaching her arms up to hold around Israel's neck, pulling him down on top of her.

"Slow down baby. Please? I'm not going anywhere." She spoke softly in his ear, listening to him groan lowly in response while doing what she asked.

"I can feel you. You 'bouta cum? Hm?" Bria reached down to grab the base of his dick, feeling it throbbing inside of her.

"Mhm. Shit, Bria, don't stop mama." He groaned, letting his head hang in her neck as she massaged his sack, building up his orgasm.

"Cum for me daddy." She kissed his ear at the same time that she gave his sack a light squeeze, and he moaned, his body momentarily going weak as his nut shot from the tip of his dick.

Bria moaned softly in response to his cream painting her walls white, basically filling her up as he remained inside of her. When he finally rolled off of her, she clenched her legs together in an attempt to soothe the soreness of her middle area.

"Let me see B." Santana climbed back on the bed with a hot towel in his hand, and she lazily spread her legs apart to let him help her.

She could barely breathe correctly; her body felt so tired and weak. The two of them sure knew how to wear her out-especially when they somehow was able to work together to take care of her body without needing to say a word to one another, they just knew.

Her dazed eyes looked to the side at Israel who was damn near asleep, and she smiled, turning her head to fixate her gaze on Santana who was focused on helping the swelling of her middle area go down a little.

"You didn't cum baby?" Her smile slowly faded in realization, not even knowing how she hadn't managed to notice before.

"Mommy swole. You can help me tomorrow." He leaned down to give her a reassuring kiss, causing a small frown to take over her face.

"She's fine. Move this out my way." She pushed the towel away, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her while he smiled.

"Nah, I said you can take a break mama. Look at you. You tired as fuck. I'm good." He wiped the tears that still occupied her face after stopping her from grabbing his dick.

Bria really was extremely tired and her body was physically exhausted too, but she didn't think it was fair that she and Israel had an orgasm and he didn't because he wanted to make sure they got theirs first.

She was honestly surprised that he wanted her to make Israel nut without making sure that he did too, and she was mad at herself for not noticing that he still hadn't.

"I'm never too tired for you. Let me help you. I'm okay, I promise." She pulled him closer to her, reaching between them to guide him inside of her. She was even warmer than usual because of the hot towel that was just there, causing Santana to groan under his breath.

"I'm sorry papa. I didn't know." There was a purposeful pout on her face as she stared at him, and his dick completely erected at the sight of it.

Santana put his arms beneath hers to hold her close to him, watching the way her mouth fell open as he began to stroke her deeply but at a slow pace so that he wouldn't overwhelm her.

Her skin was so soft underneath his fingers, he couldn't help but to rub on her body as he continued fucking her. He was so in love with every part of her, so sex between them had always been sensual but now that she was carrying his seed, it was like he wanted her even more than usual.

"Mhm. There it go. Wassup mommy? You talking to daddy tonight, ain't it?" He grunted with a smile, going deeper inside of her to use the tip of his dick to play with the substance she leaked while tears brimmed in her eyes again.

"I'm so in love with this pussy. She be so wet for me, B. I love watching you get nutted in-by him, by me. You take dick so good, girl." He laid his face in her neck, tightening the grip he had on her body.

"Thank you daddy. I love you." She rubbed the back of his head while moaning in his ear as he repeatedly jabbed at her spot.

"Daddy love you too baby."

I'm trying to be equal cause y'all be swearing a bitch got favorites. I hated when y'all did that in Sweet Nothings 🙄