ᕙ༼Keifer's༽ᕗPOV
The soft glow of the 8 o'clock morning sun slipped through the tall glass windows, filling the room with a warm, golden light. The pale blue curtains shimmered as they moved slightly with the breeze, and the crystal chandelier above sparkled quietly. The whole room looked like something out of a dream—calm, elegant, and peaceful.
(A/N:-friends the room➡️)
I am Mark Keifer Waston.the President of section e,most coldest man in Phillipines, London,still melting in her breath.
In my arms lay Jaspher Jean Mariyano—Jay Jay—the meddler, toddler, beutiful, dimond,mutya of section e.resting so peacefully, as if nothing in the world could disturb her. She looked beautiful… delicate… almost like something too precious for this world. Her face was calm, her breathing slow and soft, and in that moment, it felt like there was no world beyond us—just me and her.
I held her gently, not wanting to wake her, just watching her as the sunlight touched her face. She looked so pure, so quiet… it made my heart feel full in a way I couldn't explain.
Slowly, I leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Even in her deep sleep, a small, sweet smile appeared on her lips.
And in that peaceful morning light, it felt like everything was perfect.
And in that golden morning light, with her in my arms, it felt like the universe had finally gone quiet… just to let us exist.
She stirred softly in my arms.
A small movement… then another.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and for a second she just looked at me—quiet, warm, like she was still somewhere between dreams and reality. A gentle smile spread across her face, soft and unguarded.
"Good morning…" she whispered without words.
"Happy 18th birthday my woman"
She leaned closer, closing the small distance between us, and pressed a light, tender kiss against my lips.
It was brief… but it held everything.
Then, just as quickly, something changed.
Reality settled in.
I saw it in her eyes—the sudden awareness, the weight of what the night had meant. Her smile faded just a little, replaced by something more vulnerable, more uncertain.
Before I could say anything, she hid her face against my chest, pulling closer into my arms like she was trying to disappear from that feeling.
I wrapped my arms around her instinctively, holding her gently.
"It's okay…" I murmured softly, not forcing her to look at me, just letting her stay there, safe and close."I love you, you're looking beautiful".
The room was still filled with golden light, but now it felt different—not just peaceful, but real.
And in that quiet moment, it wasn't about the night anymore.
It was about her… and how she felt now.
She shifted in my arms, pulling back just enough to look away, her expression tangled with confusion and overwhelming thoughts.
"Stop… stop talking to me," she choked out, the words barely a whisper, yet sharp enough to cut through the silence. Her eyes were wide, glassy with a realization that seemed to be shattering her from the inside out. "I just… I just lost my virginity…"
Mee too.
A slow, cold smile touched my mouth. I leaned in until the space between us vanished, my shadow completely swallowing her. She was shaking, but i didn't move away; instead, i thrive on the frantic rhythm of her heart.
"Lost it?" i murmured, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rasp. "No. My Love, You didn't lose anything. You gave it to me. It's mine now. Every part of this—every breath you take—belongs to me."
"I'm not going anywhere," i whispered, my gaze dropping to her trembling lips before locking back onto her eyes with a terrifying intensity. "And neither are you. I want to see exactly how much you can endure before you realize there is no version of this where you aren't mine."
The words hung heavy in the air.
For a second, I didn't move.
Then I gently reached for her hand, not forcing—just there.
"Jay Jay…" my voice was calm, steady, "look at me."
"I'm happy… not because of anything taken," i said softly, "but because you trusted me enough to share yourself with me."
My eyes didn't leave hers.
"You're my love, Jay," i whispered. "And what we have… it means everything to me."
I leaned a little closer, my forehead almost touching hers.
"You're mine—not in a way that takes your freedom," i whispered, "but in a way that I'll stand by you, protect you, and never let you feel alone."
I feel her eyes softened.
"You're my love, Jay… and what we shared… I'll never treat it like something small."
Seeing her cower, trying to hide her face in the crook of my arm, sent a jolt of raw, dark adrenaline through me. My "Watson" side—the side that didn't know the meaning of gentle—roared to life. I grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and slammed them into the headboard above her head, pinning her there.
She stayed frozen, her breath hitching in her throat as my gaze pinned her to the pillows. She looked like a bird caught in a storm, paralyzed by the sheer gravity of what I was.
A dark, slow smirk pulled at my lips. The predator in me—the dangerous side that didn't know how to let go—stirred to life, relishing the way she trembled under my shadow.
"And again," I whispered, my voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated against her skin. "I want to feel it all again. I want to feel exactly how good you felt last night."
I leaned down, my lips brushing against the pulse jumping in her neck, marking her without even trying. My hand slid down, my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the frantic tremor of her muscles.
"I want to feel the way you tighten around me every time I move," I murmured, my thumb hooking into the waistband of her shorts, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
"I want to hear that broken, desperate moan again—the one that told me you were mine before you even realized it."
I tilted my head, my eyes dark with a possessive hunger that left no room for her to escape.
"You aren't going anywhere, Jay Jay. Not until I've taken every sound you have left."
"Look at me," i murmured, my gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made the rest of the room fade away. "There is no need to hide or feel any uncertainty. I want you to see and feel how much you mean to me." I leaned down, my voice dropping to a soft, fervent whisper near her ear. "I want to replace every bit of hesitation with the realization of how deep this connection goes. Just stay here with me, in this moment."
The shift in her eyes was instantaneous. The fear didn't vanish—it transformed. She stopped trembling and met my predatory stare with a raw, jagged confidence that mirrored my own darkness. She didn't pull away; she arched toward me, a silent, defiant invitation written in the set of her jaw.
She gave a single, sharp nod, her nails digging into the backs of my hands pinned above her head. It was the permission the monster inside me had been starving for.
"Good girl," I rasped, my smirk widening into something lethal.I didn't give her a moment to prepare. I didn't offer the comfort of a slow start or a gentle touch.
My "Watson" side took over completely, driven by a feverish need to claim every inch of her. I surged forward, breaking into her with a sudden, heavy force that stole the breath from her lungs.
There was no gentleness in the way I moved—only the rhythmic, bruising demand of a man who had waited too long to own what was his. I watched her face, wanting to see the exact moment her confidence collided with the reality of my intensity.
I position infront of her entrence and one deep thrust "Aahhh—fuck"she scream I was inside her.
"You're using too much profenitys baby girl".
"Last night was just the beginning," I growled, my voice vibrating deep in my chest as I drove into her again, relentless and unyielding. "I'm going to make sure you never forget the way you feel under me. You wanted to be ruined?."I leaned down she nodded, biting her shoulder just hard enough to leave a mark, my movements turning frantic and possessive.
"Tell me," I demanded, my breath hot against her skin. "Tell me you're mine while I take everything you have left."
ᕙ༼Jay Jay's༽ᕗPOV
He surged into me with a sudden, brutal force that felt less like love and more like an invasion. A sharp, piercing scream tore from my throat, echoing against the walls as my back arched off the mattress. It felt like I was being split open, the sheer thickness and unyielding weight of him stretching me to a breaking point.
He wasn't being gentle. He was reclaiming what he'd already taken, his movements heavy and rhythmic, driving into me with a bruising intensity that stole the very air from my lungs.
Every thrust felt like he was tearing through the last of my defenses, marking me from the inside out.
My hands, still pinned above my head, clenched into white-knuckled fists. The pain was a hot, searing flash, but beneath it was a terrifying, addictive pulse of electricity. As he took total lead, his body a relentless machine of possessive hunger, I felt myself disappearing into him.
I wasn't Jay Jay anymore; I was just a vessel for his need, a soft thing being molded by his hard, unforgiving edges.When his teeth grazed my shoulder, marking me, a sob broke through my scream.
It was overwhelming—the feeling of being completely overpowered, completely owned, and completely undone by the man who refused to let me hide.
"Please—" I gasped, my head thrashing against the pillow as he surged into me again, showing no mercy for my narrow, aching body. It felt like I was being split apart, the sheer, heavy force of him stretching me to a point I didn't think I could survive.
"Wait..... just..... give me a second..... please, let me adjust—"But he wasn't listening. The "Watson" in him—that dark, predatory side—was deaf to my pleas. He was relentless, his movements a rhythmic, bruising demand that drowned out my words.
Every time I tried to find my breath, he took it again, driving into me with a sudden, heavy thrust that made my vision blur at the edges.
"Hhh—ahhh—!" Another scream, higher and more desperate, broke through the air. The pain was a searing, white-hot line, but beneath it, the weight of his possession was starting to crush my resistance.
I could feel the raw, stinging friction—a sharp, searing heat in my most sensitive parts that felt like my core,clit was beginning to bleed under the sheer force of him.
He lunged down, his mouth crashing against mine not in a kiss, but a conquest. He was devouring my lips, stifling my screams with a bruising, desperate hunger that tasted of salt and possessiveness.
While he silenced me, his free hand moved with the same frantic intensity, crushing my breast, his fingers digging into my skin as if he were trying to leave a permanent mark of his ownership.
"Mph—! Hhh—!Ahh!" I tried to cry out through the kiss, but he only drove deeper, faster, his hips slamming into mine with a sudden, heavy force that made my entire body shudder.
I was being torn apart and put back together in his image, the pain and the pleasure blurring into one terrifying, overwhelming storm
"I'm..... I'm yours....." I sobbed, the words catching on a sharp intake of breath as he hit that deep, sensitive Gräfenberg spot again. "Ah—! Stop..... no, don't stop..... I'm yours—completely yours—just..... please!
I was being undone. Ruined. Just like he promised.I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes, my hands still pinned, my body trembling with the effort to hold his weight. The surrender finally bleed out of me, fractured and shaking.
"Fuck..... K—keifer"
I was no longer Jay Jay; I was just a broken echo of his name, a soft thing being molded by his hard, unforgiving edges.
My surrender didn't soothe him; it was like throwing gasoline onto a wildfire. The "Watson" in him went completely feral at the sound of my broken confession. The pace shifted from a heavy, rhythmic demand to a frantic, blurring violence.
He was hitting that exact, deep point (Gräfenberg spot)over and over—a punishing, hard-hitting precision that made my vision white out.
"Please—stop—for a while—" I sobbed, my voice hitching as my head thrashed against the pillows. "Let me... let me adjust..... Fuck!"
But he was deaf to my pleas. His body was moving too fast, a relentless machine of muscle and heat that ignored my need for a breath, for a second of stillness.
The darkness that had swallowed me finally began to recede, leaving me in a haze of raw, throbbing pain.
I felt hollowed out—shattered by the hours he had spent moving inside me with that unyielding, feral intensity. Even as my consciousness flickered back, I realized he hadn't stopped; he was still a heavy, rhythmic weight against me, though the frantic speed had finally begun to slow.
Then, I felt the warmth.It wasn't the heat of his body. It was a slick, wet sensation spreading across the sheets, a deep stinging that told me exactly what had happened.
I looked down, my breath hitching in a fractured sob. This wasn't a period—this was the physical evidence of being taken too hard, for too long.
I saw him look down, his gaze finally landing on the crimson staining my skin and the white fabric beneath us. I watched the dangerous, predatory fire in his eyes flicker out, replaced by a sudden, jarring softness as he saw the damage.
The sight of the blood made my stomach turn; I could feel the old shadows of my past trauma beginning to claw at the edges of my mind. I needed it to stop. I needed the sight of it gone.
"Keifer....." my voice was a broken, airy whisper, barely audible over the sound of our breathing. "Keifer—I think..... I think I'm bleeding."
The air in the room suddenly felt still, the heavy tension shifting from possessive hunger to a thick, suffocating silence. He froze, his body still joined with mine, his hands—which had been pinning me down—now trembling as they hovered over my skin.
"Jay Jay....." he rasped, the word catching in his throat. He looked at me, really looked at me, and I saw the horror of his own reflection in his eyes.He began to withdraw, his movements slow and agonizingly careful, as if he were afraid that even a breath would break what was left of me.
ᕙ༼Keifer's༽ᕗPOV
I froze. The monster that had been driving me for the last few hours vanished, leaving behind nothing but the cold, hollow shell of the man who was supposed to protect her.
The predatory fog cleared, leaving me staring at a girl who looked like she'd been through a war. Her mouth was puffed and bruised, a small cut on her bottom lip a silent accusation of how hard I'd kissed her. Every inch of her pale skin was marred by my hunger—angry welts and love bites that looked more like bruises than affection. I looked at her waist, seeing the distinct, pale-white marks of my fingers where I had gripped her with a strength that must have felt like iron. But it was the crimson on the sheets that finally broke me; it was the physical limit I had ignored, and the guilt hit me like a physical blow
I looked at her, and the air in my lungs turned to ice. I had gripped her too hard, my strength turning into a weapon instead of a comfort. Her body looked fragile, her breasts swollen and aching from the way I had claimed them in my fever. Every mark on her skin was a map of my own lack of restraint. And then... the blood,she is bleeding. It wasn't just a sign of her innocence; it was the physical proof of my brutality. I had wanted to own her, but as I looked at her sore, bleeding form, I realized I had only succeeded in ruining the one thing I was supposed to protect.
I pulled myself out from her.
"Ouch!....aahhh!... Keif—"and that was not a moan ,she place her hand on my chest too weak to puch me.
The red on the sheets wasn't a coincidence; it was my signature. I had torn her. The self-loathing was so thick I could taste it, a poisonous reminder of the monster living under my skin. I had been a machine of muscle and heat, deaf to her soft pleas for a moment of grace. She had asked to adjust, had begged for a second to find her footing, and I had crushed that request under my weight. I looked at her, sore and bleeding, and realized I hadn't loved her in those hours—I had destroyed her.
I should have been her sanctuary, not her destroyer.Moving with hands that wouldn't stop shaking, I reached for her. I was terrified that even my skin touching hers would cause more pain, but I couldn't leave her in that mess. I gathered her limp, broken form into my arms, lifting her with a gentleness that felt like a pathetic apology.
As I walked toward the bathroom, every step felt like a confession."I'm sorry, Jay Jay... god, I'm so sorry," I choked out, my voice fractured. "I didn't mean... I just lost control... Please... don't be scared of me."
I reached the bath and turned the water on, making sure it was lukewarm, terrified of burning her. I sat her on the edge, my fingers trembling as I reached for a cloth to wash away the crimson proof of my brutality.
"Does it... does it hurt—too much?" I whispered, the words catching in my dry throat.She looked at me, her eyes clouded and weary, her voice nothing more than a thin, wavering thread.
"Keifer... it—it burns... and I... I feel so heavy..."
That word—burns—seared through my chest like a brand on my soul. I looked down at the sheets, seeing the faint, terrifying smear of crimson that told the story of how far I'd gone. I had been a monster, thrusting into her with a relentless, jagged hunger until she was broken and bleeding, yet here she was, whispering to me instead of screaming for help.
Every breath she drew seemed to pull at the raw edges of the world I had shattered; she was a masterpiece of bruises and whispered grace, bleeding out the very love I didn't deserve.
The fire I had started in her didn't flicker; it raged in the stillness, a heavy, stinging heat that made her limbs feel like lead and my heart feel like glass.
I had taken her roughly, leaving marks that would fade and wounds that would weep, yet she looked at me through the pain as if I were her only sanctuary, even though I was the one who had brought the storm.
"Say something, Jay Jay... please," I begged, my voice cracking as I finally forced myself to meet her gaze. "Tell me you hate me. Tell me I'm a monster..... just say something so I know you're still there..... so I know I haven't lost you completely."
I expected anger, but instead, she reached out a shaky hand, her fingers brushing against my damp cheek.
"Keifer..... it's okay....." she whispered, her voice gaining a tiny spark of strength. "I'm fine..... just tired. Please..... don't make yourself feel like a monster. I love you..... and I was also there..... when you were loving me. I am also involved in this..... you don't have to feel so sorry."
Her forgiveness felt like a knife. I didn't deserve her grace, not when I could still feel the phantom sensation of how roughly I had handled her.
"You shouldn't be protecting me right now," I rasped, leaning my forehead against the edge of the tub, my shoulders shaking with a sob I couldn't hold back. "I was relentless..... I didn't stop when you asked for time..... how can you—how can you not hate me?"
She doesn't just reach for my shoulder; she sinks to the floor, pulling my shaking frame against her until my head is buried in the crook of her neck. She lets your tears soak into her skin, holding you with a fierce, protective grip as if she's shielding me from my own self-loathing.
"Stop," she whispers, her voice cracking with a raw, overwhelming love. "Stop trying to carry the weight of what you did all by yourself. If you're waiting for me to hate you so you can feel like you've been punished, you're going to be waiting forever."
She pulls back just enough to cupping my face in both hands, forcing me to look at her. Her eyes aren't filled with the memory of the struggle; they are filled with me.
"I'm not 'protecting' a stranger. I'm protecting the man I love from the version of himself he hates right now. If you were relentless, then let me be relentless in forgiving you. Let me take the guilt, okay? Give it to me. I'm not angry, and I'm not leaving. I'm right here, and I've already let it go."
She presses her forehead against mine, her breath hitching. "How can I hate you when I can feel your heart breaking just because you hurt mine? That's not a monster, that's just a man who got lost. Come back to me."
I try to recoil, my skin crawling with the misplaced sense that my touch is a stain on her. "Don't," i choke out, flinching back toward the cold porcelain of the tub. "You shouldn't—I don't deserve—"
But she doesn't let me retreat. She moves with a sudden, fierce grace, crawling forward to bridge the gap. Her hands catch my jaw, firm and unyielding, and she silences mine protests by pressing her lips to mine. It's a kiss that isn't just soft; it's possessive, reclaiming me from your own head.
When she finally pulls back just an inch, her eyes are dark and steady, searching mine. A small, almost mischievous smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, breaking the heavy tension in the room.
"Stop trying to be my judge and jury," she murmurs against my lips. Her voice drops an octave, playful but dangerously sincere. "Because if you're waiting for me to be traumatized, you're going to be waiting a long time... I actually happen to love it rough."
The sheer honesty of it hits me like a physical shock. The heavy, suffocating shroud of guilt suddenly feels ridiculous in the face of her confession. A startled, wet laugh bubbles up in my chest—a sound i didn't think I were capable of making right now.
"There he is," she whispers, her own grin widening as she brushes a stray tear from my cheek. "There's the man I want. Now, are you going to keep moping, or are you going to come back to bed and let me show you exactly how much I'm not 'mad' at you?"
The moment I stop moving, the adrenaline that was keeping me upright vanishes, and the reality of what my body just went through hits me like a freight train.
ᕙ༼Jay Jay's༽ᕗPOV
Iam the woman he loves and right now, every muscle from my waist down is screaming.As I try to shift on the bed, a sharp, clawing cramp ripples through my lower abdomen, making me double over with a strangled gasp.
My core feels heavy and battered, a deep, internal throbbing that makes it hard to even catch my breath. My inner thighs are trembling so hard they feel like jelly, and there's a stinging, raw heat in my most sensitive areas that makes even the fabric of the sheets feel like sandpaper.
"Sorry my love. I've got you," Keifer murmurs, his voice a low, grounding rumble.He reaches into the cupboard and pulls out a small, amber glass bottle.
As he uncaps it, the room is suddenly filled with the scent of sandalwood, warm vanilla, and a hint of cooling eucalyptus. It's a rich, earthy fragrance—something heavy and expensive that smells like safety.
"This is an infusion of arnica and peppermint," Keifer explains, his voice soothing as he warms the oil between his large, calloused palms. "It's meant to pull the heat out and stop the cramping."
When his hands first make contact with my stomach, I hiss through my teeth, my hips jerking instinctively from the soreness.
The initial touch is overwhelming, but as the oil sinks in, the peppermint creates a numbing, icy-hot sensation that starts to dull the sharp edges of the pain.He works slowly, his thumbs tracing the line of my hip bones, kneading the knots out of my overstrained muscles. Every time a new cramp tries to seize my muscles, his firm pressure melts it away.
The fragrance of the oil wraps around us like a blanket, replacing the scent of sweat and desperation with something healing.
"Iam sorry my queen ,I love you," he whispers, his eyes locked on mine with zero judgment, only a deep, simmering affection.
"But you don't have to carry the physical cost of it alone. Just let me fix it."I sink back into the pillows, my body finally beginning to go limp under his expert care. The heavy, bruised feeling is still there, but the sharp pain is fading into a warm, manageable hum.
As the heavy, medicinal scent of the wintergreen and frankincense fills my senses, the sharp edges of the cramps begin to blur.
And right now I was just a woman the mark keifer waston love, the world outside this room has ceased to exist.
The chaos of Section E, the judgmental eyes of my brothers—none of it matters. I don't care how Honey, Ella Freya, Raki, or Mica will look at me tomorrow when I'm limping, or how they'll whisper when they realize I can't even stand up straight.
Let them see the marks. Let them see the way I move. In this moment, their opinions are just static.
All I feel is Keifer my love ,that one I lose my virginity for happyly.And I don't regret it at all—not even a little..His hands are large, warm, and slick with that perfect oil as they move in slow, rhythmic circles over my battered core.
It's a unique feeling—a strange, intoxicating duality. On one hand, there is the lingering, heavy ache of the "roughness," a deep internal soreness that reminds me of how he dominated my space. But on the other hand, there is this profound, almost spiritual care.
The way his thumbs press into the knots in my abdomen feels like he's trying to knit my soul back together. The icy-hot sensation of the oil begins to numb the stinging raw spots, and the deep, throbbing cramps in my gut finally start to unravel.
My hips, once tight with defensive tension, finally go slack against the mattress.
I realize then that sex, when it's like this, isn't just about the act. It feels like a total surrender—a physical and emotional "undoing" where you lose where you end and the other person begins. It feels like being broken apart just so he can be the one to put the pieces back together. It's a raw, heavy vulnerability that makes my heart swell even as my body stings.My eyelids grow heavy.
The scent of the oil becomes a lullaby. The last thing I feel is the steady, protective weight of his hand resting over my womb, shielding the very pain he caused.
"Go to sleep, my love," he whispers, his voice sounding like it's coming from miles away.
" Jay jaymy love,I've got you."And I believe him. I sink into the pillows, drifting off into a deep, dreamless exhaustion.
ᕙ༼Keifer's༽ᕗPOV
I am Mark Keifer Watson, and as I look down at the woman lying broken and beautiful beneath my hands, the air in the room feels thick with the scent of that medicinal wintergreen and deep sandalwood oil.
The sight of Jay Jay—flushed, her breathing finally evening out into the slow rhythm of sleep—hits me harder than any blow ever could. My large, oil-slicked hands are still resting over her lower abdomen, feeling the way the vicious cramps I caused are finally beginning to settle.
I can feel the faint, rhythmic pulse of her core against my palms, a constant reminder of how relentless I was, how my inner monster took hold and didn't let go until she was shaking with exhaustion.
"Look at what I did to you jay," I whisper, my voice a jagged, low rasp that barely disturbs the quiet.
The guilt is a physical weight in my chest, I kiss her forehead, I watch a tiny, faint smile touch her lips in her deep sleep, it transforms into something else: a fierce, terrifyingly possessive protectiveness.
She's not cowering from me; she's relaxing into my touch. She's trusting the very hands that hurt her to heal her.
I make a silent, solemn promise to the shadows of the room: I will never let that monster out like that again. I will stand between her and the world, and more importantly, I will stand between her and the darkest parts of myself.I don't move.
sitting by the edge of the bed, watching the way the lamplight catches the dampness on her skin and the tangles in her hair.
She looks so fragile yet so resilient. I lean down, my heart thudding against my ribs, and press a lingering, feather-light kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep, my love," I breathe against her skin. "I'm not going anywhere".
"I—I love you Keifer".she She mumbled in her sleep.
"I love you more my princess,I love you"I answer quickly even know she is in her dreamland.
I lay beside her, moving like a shadow so I don't break the spell of her sleep. I draw her battered frame into the hollow of my chest, my arms a fortress against the world we left behind. In this quiet dark, the noise of the streets and the weight of our names simply dissolve.
There is no Section E, no brothers, no past—only the scent of healing oil and the soft, rhythmic ghost of her breath against my skin. I hold her not as a conquest, but as a prayer, letting the world outside burn to ash while I keep watch over the only peace I have ever known.
I love you.
I will collect the profenitys price when you able to walk properly.
Sorry I broke my promise that I will let you walk.
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