Ruining The Grounds Of Hell  – Final

  –ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ..–

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

 

-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨’𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-

 

Hyce walked into the apartment, he dropped his car keys on the table and headed upstairs.

 

“Babe.” Hyce called softly.

 

He pushed open their bedroom door — and froze.

 

Clothes everywhere. Sheets off the bed. A broken picture frame on the floor. The closet half-open. It looked like someone had tornado-spun the room.

 

“Sergio…” Hyce’s heart jumped.

 

He heard water running in the bathroom and rushed toward it, panic already forming — but the door opened at the same moment.

 

Sergio stepped out.

 

The moment his eyes landed on Hyce, his face crumpled.

 

He didn’t say a word — he just broke.

 

His knees hit the floor instantly, hard, like he had no strength left. Tears spilled down his face in seconds.

 

“Babe…” Hyce whispered, stunned.

 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” Sergio sobbed, grabbing Hyce’s waist tightly, burying his face against him. “Don’t hate me, please… I didn’t mean it, I swear… don’t leave me…”

 

Hyce’s chest tightened painfully. He gently stroked Sergio’s hair, trying to calm him.

 

“Who said I hated you?” Hyce whispered.

 

Sergio slowly lifted his face — tears everywhere, eyes red, nose pink, lips trembling.

 

“You broke up with me…” Sergio choked.

 

“I was just angry,” Hyce said softly.

 

“You blocked me on socials… and refused to talk to me… and you didn’t come home last night,” Sergio continued, voice cracking.

 

Hyce sighed and gently held his chin, making him look at him.

 

“You know I love you, right? So much. Sergio, do you really think I’d stay away from you forever?”

 

Sergio’s face twisted with guilt.

“But Jason… I’m so sorry I let him ruin our relationship. I won’t talk to other guys again or make other friends—”

 

“Stop.” Hyce cut in firmly but gently.

“I’m not stopping you from associating with others. Just… know the boundary. I’m strong physically, not emotionally. And losing you— even for a second— destroys me.”

 

Sergio blinked up at him slowly, then stood up, cupping Hyce’s cheeks gently.

 

“I promise,” Sergio whispered. “This will never happen again. I swear. I was going crazy without you.”

 

Hyce chuckled lightly.

“You look funny right now.”

 

Sergio blinked. “Funny?”

 

Hyce bit his lower lip — a small, unconscious little nibble.

 

Sergio froze.

 

“…f+k,” he whispered. “Do that again.”

 

“Huh?” Hyce’s cheeks warmed.

 

“Your lips,” Sergio breathed. “Bite it again.”

 

Hyce — completely unaware of the effect he had — shyly bit his lip again.

 

Sergio let out a low, broken groan.

 

“F+k… so pretty,” he whispered, stepping closer. “So damn pretty.”

 

Before Hyce could react, Sergio slammed their lips together roughly, kissing him like he’d been starved of him for weeks — like he was afraid Hyce would disappear if he didn’t hold him tight enough.

 

Hyce melted into the kiss instantly.

 

Their mouths collided, tongues brushing, breaths mixing. Hyce wrapped his arms around Sergio’s neck as Sergio pulled him closer, kissing him harder, deeper, almost desperate.

 

Then—

 

SMACK.

 

Sergio’s hand landed on Hyce’s ass.

 

Hyce gasped and laughed into the kiss.

“Sergio!”

 

“Mmm, keep laughing,” Sergio muttered against his lips. “I missed that.”

 

He kissed him again, slower now, but deeper — like he was relearning him, claiming him, reassuring himself that Hyce was real, right here, back in his arms.

 

And Hyce kissed him back just as hard.

 

—–

-𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫>> 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞-𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠•

 

They all sat at the large dining table, the chatter of the family around them fading into background noise.

 

 Hades’ presence beside Bluey made her pulse quicken—his hand brushed lightly against her thigh under the table, a teasing, deliberate touch that made her breath hitch.

 

She tried to focus on her plate, on the conversation, but his fingers didn’t stop. Just a graze, a squeeze, a brush—enough to make her heat climb, to make her cheeks flush. 

 

Every so often, he leaned in, whispering a low comment meant only for her ears, and she shivered under the table, unable to hide it.

 

Her phone buzzed. She glanced down.

 

✉️ Meet me upstairs. Now. – Hades

 

Her lips parted, her pulse hammering. She typed back almost instantly:

 

✉️ On my way…

 

The words barely sent, and he smirked at her across the table, those piercing eyes drinking her in. 

 

A soft, possessive growl left his throat. He gave her thigh one last lingering stroke, making her bite her lip to stop a moan, before standing abruptly, drawing himself away from the table.

 

Bluey swallowed hard, gathering herself. The tension between them was electric, almost unbearable. 

 

As he disappeared toward the stairs, her heart was a drum in her chest, every step she took following him feeling both impossible and inevitable.

 

Trevor, sitting a few seats away, glanced over and grinned knowingly.

 

“It’s about to go down,” he muttered under his breath, and Bluey could only smirk, cheeks heating even more.

 

“What’s about to go down?”Iris asked.

 

“Oh, you’ll see. I hope the beds in your house is strong enough.”Trevor smirked.

 

The legacies looked at each other oblivious.

 

“Oh, I get it now.”Hugo chuckled.

 

*

 

Bluey’s breath quickened as she walked upstairs. 

 

Every step closer to Hades felt like surrender, and yet she wanted nothing more than to give herself to the fire building between them.

 

-*-*-*-

 

Few steps brought Bluey to Hades’ door, she took a deep breath before opening the door, stepping in only to meet Hades by the door.

 

He has been waiting too, and a handsome smile appeared on his face when he saw her.

 

His hair is still moist as a result of the bathwater, and some sticky strands on his forehead made him more handsome.

 

Did he just have a quick bath?

 

The longing look on his face complicated things… it’s always insane when he looks at her like that.

 

She gulped nervously, looking up at his face.

 

“So… why’d you call for me?” She stuttered, and Hades smiled wider.

 

Isn’t she so cute like this?

 

“You were driving me insane back at the dining….I….f+k…why aren’t you saying anything? You’re making things hard.”She nudged him.

 

“Damn, you’ve got A1 in driving me crazy without trying” Hades whispered, bent over her and cupped her face with both hands.

 

He crashed his lips hungrily on hers.

 

Bluey gasped into his mouth, grabbing a hold of the sweatshirt he’s putting on by each sides as she began kissing him instantly. 

 

His lips were cold, chilly cold when they seek hers with urgent need.

 

His tongue swept between her parting, dragging across her bottom lip.

 

It was tantalizing, she felt multiple sparks at once and heat danced across her skin.

 

He bit lightly on her bottom lip, then he sucked, his hold on her face tightening as they both dissolved into a sweet mash of emotions

 

He tastes like mint and sweet…Hot, breathtaking and delicious.

 

His mouth is ferocious, hands moving from her face to her hips as he picked her up in his arms, and her arms adorned his neck as they ate each other up so fast.

 

F+k!! 

 

Kissing him hard like this felt too delicious. This is different from any kiss they’ve shared before, she craved more each minute.

 

This man is an expert at whatever he does. Every sweep of his tongue, every groan from his throat, every flex of his muscles came with a charming charisma.

 

He was kissing so professionally like the good kisser she remembered him to be, his lips so f+king perfect.

 

She wrapped her legs around his hips, her fingers fisting his hair as she kissed him more fervently.

 

Their hearts echoed against each other, the thuds and the sounds from their kissing lips sizzling up the heated room.

 

Hades’ hands located the neckline of her nightie, and she held him tighter when he pulled it down her body.

 

It’s a fragile material which tore apart at his impatient pull.

 

“F+k! That shit is crazy expensive! And it’s my favorite!…” She mumbled into the kiss.

 

“I’ll get you a full wardrobe of it if you want” He mumbled back, hardening the kiss again as he unhooked her br@.

 

Her boobs spilled on his chest, and she released a cute moan as her n+ples grazed his sweatshirt.

 

Hades broke the kiss slowly and gave her chest a hooded stare, making her all red.

 

“F+k, you’re so damn s+y” he whispered hotly, reclaiming her lips as he closed the door with the back of his leg.

 

They were kissing madly as he walked to the back chair in the room.

 

The hunger in the kiss was maddening, it’s been far too long they’ve been withholding this!

 

Hades cupped her as$ with both hands, squeezing gently, an act which made Bluey arch her hips as he sat on the chair, straddling her on his laps.

 

Her already throbbing center came in contact with his already hard erection immediately, and she moaned with her eyes closed, seeking every pleasure his touch gives.

 

Slowly, he started moving her bu+t against his p+nts, rubbing her drenched middle on his bulging erection as the kiss got heated again.

 

He got the lower part of her nightie away from her body, and it fell on the ground helplessly, leaving her in just her lacy p+nts.

 

Bluey broke the kiss suddenly, giving him a needy look which made him even more rocky in the middle.

 

“Hades…” She whispered, rubbing his lips.

 

“Kiss me…” He replied, and she capture his lips again.

 

The need in her became so ex+tic. She has never felt such s+xual desire before. She wants him so bad, as much as he does.

 

Roughly, she tore away the three buttons in front of his sweatshirt as the need to see the whole of him consumed her.

 

Hades’ hand reached her panties, and he pressed his knuckles against her wet opening through the lacy material.

 

“F+k! You’re so wet,” He commented, making her hear the smile on his lips.

 

 She was more than wet, shamelessly drenched with her p+sy dripping insanely.

 

He gently pushed her p+nties to the side, baring her to his touch.

 

“Oh gawd! Hades!” She threw her head back, crying when his fingers touched her engorged buds.

 

She could feel the wetness his fingers were greeted with as the scent of s+x and arousal filled the room.

 

He inserted a finger inside her, and the sensations sent her mind spiralling..

 

“Ah Hades!” She gasped, and he grunted as he pulled it out, then he added another two.

 

“Oh…hh! Please…” She m]@ned shakily as her muscles clenched his digits.

 

“So.. tight…” He groaned as he took the fingers out only to put them in again three at once.

 

He began pumping in and out of her, fingering her professionally like a s+x starved lover.

 

“More… More please…ah!” She cried on his fingers.

 

His grip around her waist tightened as he made her bounce on his laps while he grabbed her lips for another heartwarming kiss.

 

His fingers curled inside her, touching the roof and making her roll her eyes back.

 

“F+k…I’m gonna…cum…” she m0aned, using her hands on his shoulder to hold him tighter as the 0rg@sm started building.

 

“C+m for me, Mi Ruina. I want my fingers soaked when I pull them out of you.” He breathed above the valley between her b👀bs, screwing her faster with the fingers.

 

He brought his wet lips to her ear, and his heat on her lobes made more 0rg@sm build…

 

Her legs began shaking as he gave her deeper thrusts with the fingers, so f+king deep.

 

“Damn!…oh damn!” She cried.

 

“C+m hard.” He whispered.

 

“Oh my… Hades…. F+k!” She cried out again as she felt it…

 

The steaminess, the…damn!

 

The juices spilled out of her, wetting his fingers so much as he pulled them out.

 

They went straight to his lips, and as he licked her juices slowly in front of her, it got her hornier.

 

She swallowed a gulp as she watched him lick, and like a wild hungry cat, she pulled his shirt away from his body, their eyes concentrating as she did the stripping.

 

His eyes are dark, the brown in it looking so beautiful as they stared.

 

She finished pulling off his shirt and took in her bottom lip, staring at him again.

 

His chest is rippled, abs chiseled and looking so irresistible. 

 

The man in front of her is so damn gorgeous, her p+sy responded to the heat.

 

“Unzip me.” Hades ordered, and the tone he used got her thinking about how hotter he looked while saying that.

 

Her hands were shaking as she unzipped him slowly, trailing her fingers on his waistband as she slowly pulled the pants down.

 

She was greeted by a thick, hard…long c+k which made her c+nt water with it’s majestic presence.

 

He was so veiny, large and pink at the top, making her gulp again as she had a good look. It’s been three years since she saw this part of him.

 

“I’m gonna make you feel good.” Hades whispered, slowly reeling her in as their lips met again.

 

They travelled to the bed where he trapped himself in her middle and coiled her legs on his waist.

 

They were still kissing when she felt his c+k touch her entrance.

 

He laid her on the bed, supporting himself with both elbows at her sides.

 

“Condom?” He asked.

 

Bluey shook her head.

“I’m too impatient for that.”She breathed.

 

 She dug her nails on his chest as he slid himself in torturously slow.

 

“You’re…so…big.” she m0@ned on his lips, feeling the stretch his c+k is causing down there. He’s spreading her so wide.

 

“Hades….wait… please…”She cried and he pulled out immediately.

 

He shut his eyes tightly. She feels so damn good and it’s taking everything in him not to slam into her right now.

 

“Does it hurt?”He asked, his voice low and rough. Desire filled in his eyes.

 

“Yeah. Just…do it slowly.”Bluey sobbed.

 

He nodded and wiped her tears.

“Okay… I’ll be gentle. Real gentle.”He groaned, thrusting into her slowly.

 

“You’re so damn tight” he whispered, interlocking their fingers and pinning it down the bed as he pushed in more length gently till he’s completely settled inside of her.

 

Their breaths were hard, panting and seeking as their body heats filled the room.

 

 He looked down at her n+ples with a n+ughty smile, staying still inside her as he whispered…

 

“I love the color, gorgeous tits you’ve got, baby.” 

 

She smiled, touching his face in a caress.

 

“Don’t ever leave me.” she whispered, gasping as she moved slightly inside her.

 

“Don’t leave me, too” He replied with a deep kiss, taking one of her perky t¡ts inside his mouth.

 

He drove into her slowly and all Bluey could do was m0an. The rhythm, the position, the depth, it took her to cloud nine.

 

“Faster….go a little faster.”She m0aned a mess and Hades lost it entirely.

 

He pulled out and flipped her over, making her get on her knees, he lowered her till her chest was pressed into the bed, and he took her wrists, caging them against her back.

 

“Bluey…. I’m not going to hold back.”He groaned.

 

“I don’t want you to….just…..ahh!!”

 

Bluey screamed as he drove his entire length into her in one brutal thrust.

 

He began f+king her like his life depended on it… Banging and spanking her as$ at the same time.

 

Bluey couldn’t breath nor close her mouth… 

 

Her lungs were begging for air but all they got was hotness, making her insides churn.

 

She could feel her legs cramping as he f+ked her brains out, but she couldn’t care less… she’s so craving for this.

 

It’s been too long, and tears of pleasure wet her eyes which soaked the sheets.

 

“You feel so damn…gooood.”Hades groaned, shitting his eyes completely.

 

This feeling…

This hot feeling against his cock is everything…!

 

“Oh…my…f+k!!!”

 

Bluey m0aned loudly as the wooden bed began shaking violently with his speed. He was driving in deeply like a wild animal, devouring his prey.

 

His s+×y prey.

 

“You like that…huh?”Hades voice dipped low as he gave her a hot spank.

 

*

DOWNSTAIRS —

 

They were all sitting still at the dining table, totally embarrassed to look at each other.

 

They could hear bothe Bluey’s screams, the spanks, the bed shaking… EVERYTHING!!

 

They were being so f+king loud.

 

“Can we…all move to the other building?”Iris said feeling extremely shy as well as all of them.

 

Anthony glared at Robert.

 

“Why are you looking at me? It’s his girlfriend!”Robert said.

 

*

 

“Yes..Harder!! Yes!!”Bluey cried, squ¡rting on the spot as the bed shook louder.

 

She was already on her 3rd orgasm and Hades wasn’t slowing down.

 

This should better continue till midnight, she doesn’t wanna stop.

 

She held on to him now, as she rode him but honestly, he was the one thrusting upwars, she was digging her nails into his back as he screwed her cunt DEEP, HARD and FAST.

 

“My gawd! Please more! … More baby …More!!” She screamed.

 

“I’m c+mming.”Hades groaned and their eyes locked instantly.

 

She could see it, the tears in his eyes as he thrust in one final time, burying his c+m deep into her core.

 

Bluey collapsed weakly against his body breathing heavily.

 

“That …was…so wild.”She mumbled weakly, their sweat mixing.

 

She felt him moving again and her eyes widened. He flipped her over and she was laying on the bed, her legs spread over his shoulder. 

 

“Ready for round two?”He winked and she chuckled till it dissolved into a loud moan.

 

—–

-𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫- 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞-

 

The living room was buzzing with excitement. Balloons floated near the ceiling, colorful streamers hung from the corners, and a gigantic cake sat on the table, waiting to be cut.

 

 Laughter and chatter filled the air as everyone gathered for Trevor’s special day.

 

“He’s here!” Bluey called out, pointing toward the stairs.

 

Everyone cheered. “Happy Birthday, Trevor!”

 

Trevor descended the stairs, a grin spreading across his face. Bluey immediately ran up to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

 

“Happy birthday, big brother!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

 

Anthony stepped forward, holding a sleek, glossy key. “We’ve got something special for you. You asked for it.”

 

Trevor’s eyes widened as he caught sight of a brand-new Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, Limited Edition, gleaming under the morning sunlight through the window. 

 

The deep metallic orange reflected every color in the room.

 

“No way…” Trevor whispered, his jaw dropping.

 

“It’s yours, big boy. Happy birthday!” Corazon said, squeezing his shoulder.

 

Trevor’s hands trembled as he accepted the key. “I… wow. Thank you!”

 

Robert stepped up next, handing over a neatly wrapped gift. “Something from your aunt and me.”

 

Trevor tore it open to reveal a custom-made watch, engraved with his initials and birthdate. “Uncle… this is insane. Thank you!”

 

Iris, glowing and already given birth, smiled softly. “Happy Birthday, Trevor. Callix sends his love too!”

 

Trevor grinned. 

 

Hades nodded, standing beside Trevor

 “Yep. The little troublemaker wanted to be here, but he’s running around like usual.”

 

Trevor laughed, glancing at a nanny who was busy pushing Callix on a stroller around the room cause he won’t stop shouting. “Looks like chaos runs in the family.”

 

Gael and Maureen came forward next, gifting him a set of limited-edition designer sneakers and a signed football jersey from his favorite team.

 

“This is perfect!” Trevor exclaimed, hugging them both.

 

Hugo and Dawn were next. Dawn handed Trevor a handcrafted leather-bound journal while Hugo handed over a high-end pair of noise-canceling headphones.

 

“Everything’s top-notch, huh?” Trevor laughed.

 

Hyce and Sergio ambled over, presenting a custom drone with a GoPro attached. “Now you can spy on us during our next vacation, bro!” Sergio teased.

 

Speaking of Mason, the little boy darted between everyone’s legs, laughing hysterically as he zoomed across the room with a toy car.

 

Hades finally stepped forward, holding a sleek black envelope. “And this one’s from me.”

 

Trevor opened it to reveal tickets for a luxury weekend getaway—private villa, yacht, the works—for him and Morgan.

 

“Are you serious?” Trevor asked, still processing the gifts.

 

“Completely. You deserve it, birthday boy.” Hades said, smirking.

 

The room erupted in laughter and cheers again. Bluey grabbed a party hat and put it on Trevor’s head. “Now officially birthday king!”

 

Trevor raised his arms dramatically, soaking in the love, chaos, and happiness surrounding him. 

 

Morgan stepped forward, holding a small, neatly wrapped gift, smiling softly at Trevor.

 

“Happy birthday.” she said, walking into his embrace.

 

Trevor held her tightly, then pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. His hands trembled slightly as he reached into his pocket, stopping her before she could hand her gift.

 

“Morgan… there’s only one birthday gift I really want this year.” His voice was low, filled with longing.

 

Morgan tilted her head, heart fluttering, unsure of what he meant.

 

Trevor knelt down before her, opening a small velvet box to reveal a delicate ring.

 

 “I know I asked before, and I know you weren’t ready… and that’s okay. I promised I’d wait, and I will. But I can’t keep this in my heart any longer.” His voice broke slightly. 

 

“I love you, Morgan. Will you marry me? Will you let me spend the rest of my life with you? I’ll wait as long as you need, but I want you to know how much you mean to me.”

 

Tears welled up in Morgan’s eyes, her hands trembling as she covered her mouth. 

 

She had loved him for so long, but fear had always held her back. Now, seeing the raw honesty in his eyes, her heart swelled.

 

“Trevor… I… I love you too. You know I’ve always loved you… and I think I’m ready.” Her voice cracked, shaking with emotion.

 

Trevor’s face lit up, relief and joy flooding every feature. He stood, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he could never let go.

 

“You have no idea how happy you just made me…” he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.

 

Morgan laughed softly through her tears. “I think I do. I feel the same way… I really do.”

 

Trevor cupped her face, brushing away a tear, and kissed her slowly, deeply, their hearts pounding in sync.

 

 The kiss was full of all the words they couldn’t say, all the emotions they’d carried for years—love, relief, hope, and an unspoken promise of forever.

 

Around them, the room erupted in cheers, but in that moment, all that mattered was Trevor and Morgan, finally ready to step into their future together.

 

—–

NEXT DAY-

-𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐨’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧-

 

Hugo stepped out of his home office, rubbing the back of his neck, exhausted but finally done with the day. 

 

He smelled something warm, something homey, something… surprising. Food.

 

He blinked twice.

 

“Baby?” he called, walking deeper into the house. “Why does the house smell like an actual meal and not microwave trauma?”

 

Dawn was in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts—always too big on her, always perfect on her. 

 

Her hair was clipped up lazily, a few strands falling around her face as she set a plate right in the center of the dining table.

 

She smiled when she saw him. “You’re home.”

 

Hugo stared at the plate… then at her… then at the plate.

 

“You cooked?” he said slowly, like he was about to cry already. 

 

“You—Dawn Vance—cooked? For me?”

 

She nodded with a soft smile. “Sit.”

 

He sat immediately like he was under a spell.

 

“I am excited,” he confessed, rubbing his palms together dramatically. “I’m honored. I might even frame this plate when I’m done.”

 

She rolled her eyes, cheeks red with nerves. “Just open it.”

 

Hugo grinned and grabbed the cover of the dish.

“Alright, let’s see what my amazing wife made—”

 

He lifted it.

 

Paused.

 

Stared.

 

It wasn’t food.

It was a pregnancy test.

A single wrapped stick… with two bold red lines.

 

Hugo didn’t breathe.

Not even a little.

 

He looked at the test.

Looked at her.

Back at the test.

Back at her again.

 

His eyes watered instantly, helplessly, uncontrollably.

 

“Dawn…” he whispered, voice breaking so fast it surprised even him. “Is this… is this real?”

 

She swallowed, her own eyes shining.

“It’s real.”

 

He stood up so fast the chair screeched.

He walked to her with slow, trembling steps, like he was approaching a miracle he wasn’t sure he deserved.

 

“You’re… pregnant?” he whispered, touching her cheek with a hand that shook.

 

She nodded, smiling through tears.

“Hugo… you’re going to be a dad.”

 

That was it.

He broke.

 

A breathy laugh escaped him, then a sob, then he pulled her into the gentlest, tightest embrace. 

 

His arms wrapped around her, his face buried in her shoulder, and he held her like she was the entire world.

 

“Dawn…” he choked out. “Are you serious? Me? A dad? We— we’re having a baby?”

 

“Yes,” she whispered against his chest. “Our baby.”

 

He cupped her face suddenly and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then her lips, over and over like he couldn’t stop.

 

His voice cracked again.

“God… I’m so happy. Dawn, I don’t— I don’t even know what to say—”

 

She laughed softly, wiping his cheeks with her thumbs.

“You’re crying more than me.”

 

“I should cry!” he shot back, emotional and dramatic. 

 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Dawn, you’re giving me a family. You’re— you’re giving me everything.”

 

He pressed his forehead to hers.

 

“I love you,” he whispered, voice raw. “So much. More than anything.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

He pulled her into another hug, lifting her slightly off the ground without even realizing it, kissing the side of her neck.

 

“Two lines…” he murmured breathlessly. “Two lines. Damn. I’m going to be a dad.”

He laughed again, soft and disbelieving. “We’re really doing this.”

 

Dawn held him tighter, her hand sliding to his chest where his heart hammered like crazy.

 

“Yes,” she whispered. “We are.”

 

Hugo kissed her again, slower this time, full of gratitude and awe.

 

And in that moment, with the tiny test between them and their future widening like a sunrise, Hugo felt something he’d never felt so deeply.

 

—–

–6𝐏𝐌–

 

The wind was soft, the sky soaked in gold and pink, the kind of sunset that looked painted just for them.

 

 Sergio leaned back on the hood of the car while Hyce sat between his legs, their shoulders brushing every time the breeze shifted.

 

Hyce dangled his feet absentmindedly, heels of his sneakers knocking lightly against the front bumper.

 

“You know,” Hyce said, staring at the horizon.

 

 “I want us to travel. Abroad. Somewhere quiet. Greece… Japan… Paris… anywhere. Just us..”

 

Sergio hummed dramatically. “Wow. You want peace? With me around? Impossible.”

 

Hyce elbowed him. “Shut up.”

 

But he was smiling — that shy, gentle smile Sergio was addicted to.

 

Sergio shifted forward slightly, arms sneaking around Hyce’s waist from behind.

 

“You pick the place,” Sergio murmured into his ear, “and I’ll make it happen. I want to see you freaking out over foreign menus.”

 

Hyce rolled his eyes. “I don’t freak out.”

 

“You panicked over Italian breadsticks,” Sergio reminded.

“They were long and aggressive!”

 

Sergio burst into laughter — loud, warm. Then he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on Hyce’s cheek.

Then another.

Then one more.

 

“Stop,” Hyce giggled, kicking his feet like a child being tickled. “Sergio, stopp—hey!”

 

Sergio kissed him again, a little slower this time, lips brushing that soft spot at the corner of Hyce’s mouth.

 

Hyce’s feet flailed instantly — like he had zero control over them.

 

“I swear,” Sergio said, laughing as he caught one of Hyce’s ankles, “..your feet have a mind of their own.”

 

“They react when you—” Hyce cut himself off, face turning scarlet.

 

“When I what?” Sergio tilted his head smugly. “When I kiss you?”

 

Hyce shoved him weakly. “You’re annoying.”

 

But Sergio could see his smile, glowing even brighter than the sunset.

 

Sergio leaned forward, chin on Hyce’s shoulder now.

 

“So…” he started, casual but absolutely not casual at all, “I’ve been thinking.”

 

“That’s dangerous.”

 

“Shhh,” Sergio whispered against his neck. “I’m serious.”

 

Hyce stiffened slightly — Sergio’s serious voice always meant something chaotic was coming.

 

“What?” Hyce asked.

 

Sergio turned him around gently so they were face-to-face.

“Do you… ever want to be the top?”

 

Hyce blinked.

Then blinked again.

A visible blush crawled up his cheeks so fast it almost reached his ears.

 

“Sergio…”

 

Sergio raised a brow, leaning in close, voice deep and teasing.

“What? You can tell me. I won’t judge.”

 

Hyce covered his face with both hands. “Oh my God…”

 

Sergio pulled his hands down just enough to see his expression.

 

“Are you shy?” he asked, smiling way too proudly.

 

Hyce pouted, face still pink. “Why… are you even asking that?”

 

“Because,” Sergio said, brushing a thumb across Hyce’s bottom lip, “I want to see the look on your face when you’re the one dominating me.”

 

Hyce squeaked.

Actually squeaked.

 

“I— I don’t— Sergio!!”

 

Sergio laughed, pulling him closer.

“You should see your face right now. You look like you’re overheating.”

 

Hyce smacked his chest, embarrassed.

“You’re unbelievable.”

 

“And you,” Sergio whispered, leaning in, “…are adorable when you’re flustered.”

 

Hyce kicked his feet again, the involuntary, helpless kind of kicking while Sergio kissed him slowly, deeply, like he was trying to melt every ounce of shyness right out of him.

 

The sun set behind them, painting them in soft orange light. Sergio kissing, Hyce giggling, feet kicking, their laughter echoing into the evening.

 

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-𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬’ 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧-

 

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon, butter, and absolute disaster.

 

Bluey stood at the counter with flour on her cheeks, apron tied crookedly around her bare chest, her short shorts already dusted white. She looked like a cute, angry bakery elf.

 

Hades, meanwhile, leaned against the island in nothing but sweatp+nts and an apron, tattoos flexing across his chest and arms. 

 

The new ones—her name, her initials, and a small portrait of her face on his ribs—peeked out from under the straps. 

 

And his entire back was now filled with ink, a mural she hadn’t fully examined yet.

 

“Why is it burning?” Bluey groaned, waving the wooden spoon like it offended her ancestors.

 

“It’s not burning,” Hades said calmly, guiding her wrist. “You’re just stirring like you’re trying to fight someone.”

 

“I am fighting something. This stupid rice.”

 

He grinned. “Then you’re losing.”

 

Bluey shot him a glare. “Hades.”

 

“Yes, baby?” he asked, leaning down to kiss the corner of her flour-covered mouth.

 

She huffed and turned back to the stove, stirring too aggressively again. A bit of sauce shot out and splattered onto the floor.

 

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “I’m useless.”

 

“You’re adorable,” he corrected, coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist.

 

 His chest pressed against her back, warm and solid, tattoos brushing her skin.

 

“I keep messing up,” she muttered, frustrated. “I wanted to make something nice for you. Something you’d actually eat.”

 

“I’ll eat anything you make,” he said, mouth brushing her ear. “Even if it kills me.”

 

“That’s not funny.”

 

“It’s a little funny.”

 

She tried not to smile.

 

Hades gently took the spoon from her hand and placed it aside.

 

 “Bluey,” he murmured, turning her around to face him. “You don’t need to cook for me.”

 

“But I want to.” She frowned, looking down. “You’re always the one taking care of me. I want to do something for you too.”

 

He lifted her chin with one tattooed finger.

“And you do,” he said. “Every time you look at me. Every time you talk to me. Every time you breathe in the same room as me.”

 

She blushed so hard she forgot to be annoyed.

 

“And besides,” he added, giving her a cocky smirk, “I like teaching you.”

 

She crossed her arms under the apron, giving him a look. “You like when I mess up.”

 

“I like watching you try,” he corrected again, stepping closer until their bodies touched. “And I like an excuse to hold you like this.”

 

She melted a little, but tried not to show it.

 

“Okay,” she murmured. “Then teach me again.”

 

Hades slid her hands into his, guiding them back to the pot.

His voice dropped to a low, warm rumble:

 

“Slowly… just like that. Not everything needs to be a fight.”

 

And with his chest against her back, his lips brushing her shoulder, and his hands guiding hers…the kitchen suddenly felt much hotter than the cooker.

 

Hades suddenly spinned Bluey as her back hit the edge of the marble counter as Hades caged her in with his arms, the apron hanging loose from her neck, skin warm from the stove heat and the way he wouldn’t stop touching her.

 

 His hands were still on her waist from lifting her seconds ago, her thighs slightly parted around him because he’d dragged her closer—like he was daring her to breathe somewhere that wasn’t his mouth.

 

“Trevor and Morgan are getting married soon,” Hades murmured, voice low, distracted, his thumb grazing her hip like it was a thought he couldn’t stop petting.

 

“I know,” Bluey said, brushing flour off his jaw.

 

Hades snorted. 

 

Hades shook his head, leaned in, kissed the corner of her mouth with a slow, claiming drag. “Still can’t believe the next of us getting married is Trevor and we’re the last. I thought it’d be—”

 

“Not you,” She teased. “Definitely not you.”

 

His hands tightened on her waist just enough to make her breath hitch. “Oh? You sure about that?”

 

“You? Getting married?” She lifted a brow. “Mr. I-Hate-People-And-Their-Stupidity? Very doubtful.”

 

He hummed, then kissed her again like he wanted to argue with his mouth instead of words.

 

And then—

 

“I want six,” He said casually.

 

Bluey blinked. “Six what?”

 

“Kids.”

 

She froze. “Six? Hades…Hades, are you trying to KILL me?”

 

He grinned, leaning closer until she had no choice but to tilt her chin up. “No. I just want a bunch of you’s and me’s running around our home.”

 

Her stomach flipped. Her legs tightened around him without permission. “Six is… six is a whole classroom.”

 

“Good,” he said without missing a beat. “They’ll all take after you. Annoying, loud, stubborn…”

 

“Excuse you—”

 

“And beautiful,” he added, eyes softening but only for a second before heat overtook it again.

 

Her breath caught.

 

Then the kiss happened.

 

Not soft. Not gentle.

 

It was slow devastation—his lips dragging, pulling, tasting her like he’d been waiting to steal this exact breath from her. 

 

Bluey’s hands flew to the back of his neck, fingers curling into his messy hair. Hades groaned, deep and low, the kind that vibrated in her spine.

 

His tongue brushed hers, teasing, coaxing, claiming.

 

Her apron slipped.

 

But she didn’t care.

 

“Hades—wait—” she breathed between kisses.

 

He kissed her harder. “What?”

 

“The…the food…” She tried again, but he took advantage of her open mouth and kissed her deeper, making her entire argument collapse.

 

“Hades—the food is burning!”

 

He paused.

 

He sniffed.

 

He cursed. “Shit.”

 

He twisted, reached out blindly, and shut off the gas without even looking at the pot—his lips already returning to hers before his hand finished turning the knob.

 

“Hades!” she squeaked as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her clean off the counter.

 

He didn’t stop kissing her. Not once.

Her arms flew around his shoulders as he held her up with sinful ease, her legs around his waist, her skin pressed to his tattoos, her apron the only thing keeping her from being completely bare.

 

He walked—no, stalked away from the cooker, carrying her like she weighed nothing, kissing her like he had no intention of stopping until sunrise.

 

Her back hit the refrigerator.

 

Then the wall.

 

Then his mouth moved to her neck, tracing her pulse with slow, wicked attention.

 

“Hades…” she whispered, shivering as his hands slid under the loose apron, palms hot, fingers firm.

 

“Yeah?” His voice was ruined. Deep. Rough. Hungry. “You good?”

 

“I’m…you’re…Hades, the food….won’t we finish….”

 

“Forget the food,” he growled against her skin. “I’m hungry for something else.”

 

Her gasp turned into a moan when he lifted her even higher, his lips trailing down the line of her throat, his hands spreading her thighs like he needed access, claiming every inch of skin he’d been starving for.

 

She yanked his apron string. It fell.

 

He smirked against the top of her breast. “Trying to get me naked?”

 

“You’re halfway there,” she breathed.

 

“Well,” he said, kissing a path back to her mouth, “…then let me finish what you started.”

 

Her head hit the cabinet lightly as he kissed her again, harder, deeper—his body pressed fully against hers now, tattoos and heat and muscle pinning her in place like she was the only thing he wanted to devour.

 

Everything was forgotten except him, her, and the way he kissed her like he wanted all six kids immediately.

 

The apron slid.

 

Her legs tightened around his waist.

 

His hands roamed on her bare back.

 

And the kitchen, warm from cooking, went molten.

 

All that mattered was Bluey and Hades—two people completely consumed by their love, lost in each other, and ready to give themselves fully to the moment.

 

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««𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃»»

 

Dear Readers,

 

I can’t thank you enough for being with me through every twist, turn, and heartbeat of this story. Your support, your excitement, and your love for these characters have meant the world to me.