16 Am I really doing this? I guess I am

Weeks pass and the practices for the tour are over. The boys and I got closer and we had a lot of fun, inside the bedroom as well as outside of it. The spin the bottle got on hold, for now, even the boys have been busy with work, writing new songs, and producing the music for it. The new album that was on hold will be released next week, so some of their crew is flying here to shoot the MV, So the boys have a lot of meetings, via video calls with Mr. Lee and other important people. Because of it, we don't see each other that much now, I have to admit, I miss them dearly, and I know there are feelings involved, I know I love my soulmate, it's encoded in my DNA and I'm helpless to stop it. And I'm pretty sure I feel the same about my Tiger and Tarzan. The others are not clear to me yet, but knowing myself, it'll happen for them too. They are such unique people. Never judging, always helping others. Adam's birthday party was a success, and I gave him the same gift as Kaiden. I'm quite curious what they came up with. Today the second part of the gift is set to take place so I meet them at the front door and we get in the car. "You have your design with you?", I ask both and they nod. I drive us to the tattoo shop and get out. Both are surprised and excited. We head inside and meet with the artist who is going to tattoo me. I know him from the dance show, he dances for a hobby. His name is Alfred, and he is very talented. Alfred hugs me, "so what will you be getting?" he asked. "I don't know yet, let me ask the artists", I tell him, and turn to Adam and Kaiden. "So I thought you design something and pick the spot on my body, then Alfred here will tattoo it. If you don't like the idea, I'll get another gift for you. I've wanted a tattoo which would have a special meaning to me, and found this perfect." I look at them, and Kaiden looks very happy, but Adam is quite nervous. "I'm not good at drawing, so I wrote a little poem about you. I don't know if you like for it to be one you permanently", he shifts on his feet and fiddles with his fingers. He's cute being insecure. "Let me read it", and I hold my hand out. He hesitates and then he places the paper in my hand.

You're like the morning dew,

everything reminds me of you.

You've made a place in my heart,

so don't you dare make us part.

"It's short and sweet, I like it", I smile at him and he smiles back, dimples showing, unleashing their full power. He can be as cute as Quinn, but only when he's shy. I look at Kaiden, and he hands me his paper, on it is a drawing of a rose, entwined with a string of words, "those all tell what I think about you", he tells me shyly, a blush coloring his cheeks with pink, again very cute. They need to stop doing that, my heart can't take it. They don't even know how they affect me. I read the words and my breathing stops for a second, no one notices. All words say something beautiful, like mesmerizing, or compassionate, talented, friend, and a few more possessive sounding, like mine and my love. I don't question him why he chose these exact words. "Okay, where should he tattoo yours Adam?", I spread my arms and slowly turned on the spot. Adam thinks and he then points to my left wrist. "In Hangul, or another language?", I then ask him. "I prefer Hangul, but it's your body, so you decide." Kaiden already knows his spot and he touches below my neck, "just as is drawn please", he asks softly and I smile at him and then tell Alfred what is supposed to happen. He will do Kaiden's first so he makes a stencil out of it and puts it on the spot Kaiden picked. I look through a mirror at it and I like the place and how it looks, so I give my okay. Alfred starts and five hours later, Kaiden's rose is on my body. He looks happy at the result and as a thank you kisses me long and deep. I take a bathroom break and when I get back, Adam's poem will be tattooed next. This doesn't take as long and in no time, Adam's poem is on my wrist. He takes my wrist and looks at it in awe, "no one has ever had something permanent on their body that I wrote", I look at him and can't help but ask, "but you must know that there are people who tattoo part of your lyrics on their body?" He looks up at me and smiles a little sheepishly, "oh, I just never thought about that before now." Kaiden made an appointment to get a tattoo himself. He is not sure yet what he will get, but he'll come up with something, he is sure about that. I hug Alfred goodbye and thank him for a wonderful job on the tattoos. I drive us home, both boys deep in thought. Kaiden is probably thinking about what kind of tattoo he wants and where, but I don't have a clue what Adam is thinking. When I park the car, Kaiden rushes out and runs to the house to tell the others, Adam gets out slowly, still deep in thought, "penny for your thoughts", I ask him and his head snaps to me and he smiles, "oh....uhm, I was thinking about some of Kaiden's words, and I agree with most. But I think he indirectly told you he loves you, or did I read too much into it?" It's what I was thinking too when I read the words, "I do think you're right, but as long as he doesn't tell me himself I'm not going to ask about it." I take his hand and lead him up to the house, "I understand, but it makes me feel like my poem isn't good enough", I stop and turn to him, I cup his face and look him in the eyes, "It is good enough, I love it, it's made by you, so stop thinking like that. Out of the seven of you I do not have a favorite, I've told you this before." It's not completely true, I do have a favorite, but not in that sense, it's just really hard to explain. He is my soulmate after all, so of course he has a leg up. I'm just not going to tell them that. Maybe someday, who knows, this may lead to nothing after all. He looks relieved and starts to walk to the house, leading me now. The others are waiting for us, wanting to see the result. They all take their turn and after tell me how beautiful they are. Xavier and Tyler prepared dinner and we took a seat at the table. "So all of us will get to make a tattoo and pick where on your body" Vere asked. Quinn and Xavier come before him, but he looks the most eager. I nod and tell them to design something and when the time is right I will get the tattoo. Dinner is pleasant and we chat about everything, Xavier cracking jokes in between, and the wine and other alcohol flows freely. After dinner we clean and then retire to the living room with the fireplace, Fall is here and the weather is turning chilly, so I light a fire, with us sitting around it, enjoying the heat. The vibe is relaxed and some even look a little drowsy, "Nadja, who of us hasn't fucked you yet?" Tyler asks out of nowhere, catching me completely off guard. I look at him and he smiles wickedly at me, that little fucker knows it's only one, how I don't know. He has probably asked all of them. I don't care for them to know, "Just one" I say. the others gasp and eye each other over, trying to determine who the sad one is. I laugh at their expressions, they're quite funny, proud, but also suspicious. A funny combination, Of course the boy in question doesn't look like that, no he looks kinda sad, giving himself away. "Just one?", Adam asks, and I nod at him. He lets it sink in and opens his mouth to ask me more, but I cut him off, "if you want to know ask them, I'm not telling. It's what Tyler did, or he wouldn't ask me this now." Adam looks around at them, but no one says anything and the topic dies. I stare at the fire, in a trance, the vibe still relaxed and pleasant. After I get thirsty, I get up to get something and I walk past my Tiger who just got back from a bathroom visit I expect. I smile at him and he winks back. As I pass him he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. The move was so unexpected I stumbled into his frame. He catches me before my ass meets the floor and he lifts me up. His hands on my waist and he pushes me back against the wall, trapping me, he kisses me aggressively, his tongue pulling the breath from my lungs, I clutch him to me and his lips leave a burning trail to my ear, "how about a little show?", I don't understand what he means exactly, but his meaning becomes clear when he pulls me off the wall and places me in front of him, his chest to my back, arms around my waist, searching for the hem of my shirt. When he has found it he lifts it in one move, leaving me half naked in front of the others. I'm not embarrassed, I'm happy with my body. His hands caress my belly and they slowly move up until he can curl them around my breasts, nipples hard with the arousal he created. He kneads and I moan long, leaning my head back into him and closing my eyes, to better focus on the feelings he creates. When he touches my nipples for the first time I jump in his arms, "relax and enjoy, and let loose", he growls in my ear. One of his hands slides down right into my pants, "are you wet already", he asked and I am. He will find out soon. He growls and yanks his hand out and unbutton my pants before shoving them roughly down my legs. I step out of them and he places his hands back where they were. My panties are soaked and when he feels them he groans, "yes you are, so wet already for us", I know he used 'us' on purpose, so I don't forget where I am. I moan again and he moves my panties to the side and moves his finger through my folds, spreading my cum, making it slick. He pushed a finger into my pussy, getting eaten greedily by me, his thumb drawing circles over my clit, while his finger pumps in and out. A second finger joins the first and he stretches my walls more. The pleasure building, lightning a fire that can only be extinguished by an orgasm given by him. My hips rock to meet his thrusts and his fingers go a little deeper, and when he curls them he hits that spot and the orgasm peaks and floods my system, turning me into a moaning mess, squirming and shaking in his arms, "show us how beautiful you are when you cum", he groans, pushing his hard cock into my ass. When I come down again, I see six pairs of eyes glued to my body, hands on their bulge, either on top or inside their pants. He walks me forward, towards the empty couch, the one I vacated to get a drink. He turns us around and sits down, making me sit in his lap, he hooks my knees over his legs and spreads them, opening me for them to see all of me. The feeling it gives me is erotic, all eyeing me hungrily, licking their lips. One of them jumps up and kneels between our legs, looking me in the eyes, his dark, piercing my soul, mine needy for him. His eye never leave mine when he lowers his head and licks the flowing juices with his tongue, "so fucking sweet", he purrs, his lips pressed to my clit, and the vibrations shoot tingles up my spine. His hands are placed on the top of my thighs holding me open, he licks enthusiastically. The two other hands knead my breasts again and the double stimulation has me moaning uncontrollably. Air is difficult to get into my lungs, and when one hand is placed on my throat and applies pressure, I tremble with the second orgasm. "Oh, fuck. I need….just…...I need you inside....", I stutter through my orgasm, barely able to get the words out. He ignores me and lazily cleans me with his tongue. When he sits up, I reach for him and pull him in for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. His cock brushes my pussy and I squirm and wiggle till he slides barely in. When did he lose his pants flits through my mind, but the thought disappears when he slides in further, filling me up deliciously. I pull him more to me, as far as he can go and when he is in all the way I sigh. I'm still on my Tigers lap, another between my legs slowly pumping his cock into me. My ass grinds on the bulge I feel underneath me and he breathes heavily in my ear, his breath fanning the side of my face. "Fuck, you're so sexy when you're fucked, Vixen", he moans into my ear, but the others hear as well, and I hear someone chuckle. Oh yeah there are five watching, I forgot. The renewed knowledge of being watched turns me on more, moaning at the thought of them being aroused because of watching us. My legs are hooked in his elbows and he pulls me down a little, so my ass hangs in the air and he starts to roll his hips, hitting that spot, "fuck always so tight. You like me fucking you in front of them, don't you?", he demands. But I'm too lost to really respond, the pleasure spiking and turning blinding, and when I'm thinking I'm blind forever, the orgasm breaks over me, I arch my back and pant loudly. He stops, like he always does and circles my clit with his finger, helping me down. My walls squeeze him, and he moans, "so fucking beautiful, I need to see it again" he purrs. Again? Wait? What? I'm spent. There is nothing left to give, but he has begun to move, still rolling his hips, hitting that spot, and I'm on the edge again already. What the fuck just happened? His control over my body is unreal. Playing it like an instrument, my moans are like the music. His moans add an extra dimension and the music we create puts the others under its spell. I'm curious to see how the others see me, so I open my eyes and look around at them. All have their hand in their pants, wanking. I turn my head and my lips are taken in an all consuming kiss, his tongue sliding in and out. His hand still at my throat, and the little air I get makes me dizzy, when he sucks my tongue into his mouth, I moan and squeeze the muscles in my pussy, and that makes Sexy moan, like a chain reaction. I look forward again and our eyes lock, and what I see almost makes me cry. His look is lovingly, I doubt he knows he is looking like that at me. Suddenly I'm lifted and he sits down on the floor, making me straddle him, "ride me", he growls, his voice husky and raspy. My feet are planted on the floor so lifting myself up is easy and I started to bounce up and down on his cock. He moans, "ride that cock", he breathes, and buries his lips against my skin, just between my collarbones. I'm so tired, I don't think I can come on my own. "I-I'm c-close....help me over the e-edge" I gasp out. He grabs my ass and pulls me hard down, just hitting that spot, I first freeze up, grabbing his hair harshly. And then the shaking of the release flows through my body, gasping for air, driving my nails into his skin. He groans at the feeling, but holds me still, so he doesn't come himself. 'No, no please come, I can't anymore'. I don't say it, craving more still. He waits stroking the hair out of my face, and kissing me softly all over my face. "I know you got one more in you. You ready?", he whispers for my ears only. I nod, but still climb off him, "lets move to the couch", I say trailing my fingers down his chest to his erection, twitching at my touch. I grab him more firmly and pump him up and down, I lay myself down, and take him into my mouth, he moans long and deep, and his hands grab my head immediately, controlling me. When he is all the way down my throat I keep my head there, he tries to pull me back, but I swallow and his hands fall away. "Oh fuck....", he breathes, moaning again. "Don't." I swallow again and again, if I can make him lose it like this, I can sleep. He moans and moans, and tries to pull me away again but I take his hands off me. Then he is gone, and I gasp for air, trying to understand what happened. Oh, apparently he scooted back to get away from me. I giggle seeing him like that, all sweaty, breathing heavy. His chest heaving, holding his cock, to stop the orgasm. When he can breathe a little normally again, a devilish grin spreads over his face, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Naughty little minx, trying to finish quickly. A punishment is in order" he purrs. I shrug my shoulders, this break from pleasure has calmed my body down a little. And the punishment sounds exciting, I wonder what it will be. He gets up and takes a seat on the now empty couch. He pats his lap, and when I want to sit down he shakes his head. He makes me lay down over his knees, my ass on full display. Now I know what he wants, "Now, you can't make any noise, you got that?" he demands. I nod and he gets closer and whispers , so it's just me hearing him. "And if you do, I fuck you hard and get two more orgasms. You won't be able to walk properly after I'm done", he growls, sounding sexy as fuck and I feel my juices dripping already. But two Orgasms will be the death of me, so I better don't make any sound. His hand caresses my ass, the slap suddenly stinging, sounding loud in the otherwise silent room. He strokes the burn softly, before slapping again. I bite my lips and breath heavy through my nose. With every slap, the walls of my pussy squeeze emptiness, driving the need to be filled up. At the next slap I almost make a sound, but I can hold it in. My ass must be so red now, the intensity of the slap increasing with each new slap, just a little harder than the one before. I can keep still, with the next three slaps, but the seventh is my undoing, ripping a guttural moan from my lungs. I'm not sorry it happened, my ass burning. He stops, and I try to catch my breath. Without a word he makes me get up, he then lays on his side, and I lie before him. His favorite, I should have known. My top leg gets hooked in his arm, hand between my breasts and he smoothly slides right in and doesn't wait for me, pounding like his life depended on it. The hand not between my breasts snakes around my neck to my throat and he grabs it roughly. He somehow is more possessive tonight. Is it being watched? Or something else. He moans when I squeeze him, "Do it again", he moans in my ear, licking the lobe before nibbling it. His mouth finds that spot behind my ear and sucks, bites and licks, leaving a hickey, "You're mine. Don't ever forget that", he softly whispers, I barely catch it, but I do, and hearing the words the next orgasm burns my blood with pleasure, every limb tingling, toes curling. Of course, he stopped again, riding it out with me, throbbing inside me. His fingers find my clit and lazily stroke, hitching my breath, snapping his hips into me again. His fingers move faster as he speeds up the pumping of his hips. "just one more, come for me again, soak my cock, now" he moans. Unbelievable, I reach another climax, on his cock, just as he commanded, and this time he doesn't stop and chases his own. Pumping as fast as he can, he freezes and I feel his cock throbbing and twitching when he fills me up. We both stop moving, and his arms tighten around me, holding me to him, and I feel his heartbeat on my back, and it's going like crazy, just as mine. An unbelievable heaviness settles over my body, making every limb feel like lead. We lay there for minutes, I completely forgot the others watching. I'm even too tired to open my eyes to see. when I feel him pulling his arms off me to get up, I grab them and hold them to me, I'm so tired, I don't really know what I'm doing, my body just reacts of its own accord. "No, don't leave. Stay for once", I think I whisper, but I'm not, so everyone hears it clearly, his body becomes stiff at my back and I think his head snapped up. I didn't see of course, but it felt like it. It stays silent and I drift off to the place between sleep and being awake.

One of the members POV

Shit, shit, shit, the questions the others will have are going to be brutal. Did she say it on purpose, or not?, I don't know, maybe she's too out of it, I didn't hold back tonight, maybe I took it too far. Oh god what did I do? Is she asleep, I shake her slightly, and she doesn't respond. So she is asleep. I sat upright and put her head in my lap, and I stroked her hair. The others look at me, betrayal clear in their eyes, "Spill, the way she said it made it sound like you've been fucking her longer than us", Xavier demands, looking at me, anger all over his face. I keep silent, not knowing how to begin to explain. The anger grows, the longer I stay silent, and when I hear my roommate sigh, I look up. "Fine, I'll tell you, since he is incapable of telling you", my roommate shoots me the death glare before continuing. "In the first week of staying here, I caught him coming down from her room, and I made him bring me with him the next time. We then had sex with her for three weeks before he", and he points at the third member who's in on the secret. Who turns red and hangs his head, "he then joined, so yeah we three have fucked her a lot. But like she said, we never stayed." His explanation is met with silence, all of their mouths hanging open in disbelief. I get off the couch and sit on my knees in front of them, bowing my head, "Please forgive me for deceiving you, I don't have an explanation, I barely understand myself. Her pull on me is so strong, I just can't help myself." I get up, not looking at anybody, and scoop her in my arms, like a bride. Oh god thoughts stop. I bring her to her bed and lay her down on it, crawling after her. Tonight I'll stay, happily. Waking up with her in my arms. I gather her against my chest and stroking her back I drift off to dreamland.

3rd POV

Down in the living room, the other two culprits, get up as well and leave for bed. The other four boys stay. They stay silent for a few minutes, making sure they're alone. "What are you mad about exactly", the dirty-blonde haired boy asked the light-brown haired boy. "I'm mad that he felt the need to keep it a secret", the auburn haired boy said. He shakes his head and if steam were to erupt out of him, every orifice in his face would. "Yeah, that's it exactly", the other three agree. They're angry for the secrecy, and that hurts more than the actual fucking. The boys talk some more, and decide to give the other three some time to themselves. Keeping them away from her as much as possible as a punishment. With that decided the boys get up, extinguish the fire and go up to sleep too.

Meanwhile on the other side of the world, A is ecstatic, having found the boys, the plan can move forward again. Just a couple of weeks more and the annoying factor of that bitch will be gone, and they can make the boys fall for them. C having found some interesting gadgets on the dark-net. Those could be really handy. A can hardly wait, Just two more weeks and they'll be flying to where they are, to scope the place out, and help that guy getting that bitch. Thinking about her, has A fuming. The other girls are just as vexed over her, so she needs to go. From what he told C, she is all over them, him having spied on them, he even sent some pictures, and she looks like a slut, or maybe a whore. A can't pick one, but she is ugly. When Xavier finally sees her, he'll forget about the bitch right away. I'm way more prettier than her anyway, and a gorgeous specimen like Xavier needs a gorgeous specimen on his arm. A believes she is the one for him, he is my soulmate. A texts C asking if she is ready for the next phase of the plan. After 5 minutes, C responds, and A gives the go ahead.