Sweeter Than Wine

John. *smut*

I turn the water on as hot as I can stand and pour honey bubble bath in until it's covered in suds.

"I'm definitely clean today.." I mutter to myself disrobing. I light a few candles, and turn out the lights.

I sink my stressed body into the hot bath, letting the scent of honey relax me. I lean my head back and let it rest on the edge of the tub.

Memories of the good times I had with my aunt flood into my consciousness, but no tears fall. I keep hope alive in my heart that she is okay..maybe she got away from them..if not..they must be keeping her alive..if they kept my parents they'd have to keep her..

I push all negative thought out of my mind, focusing on the peace surrounding me. I breathe deeply through my nose, and let it out slowly through my mouth.

I sigh happily, turning my mind to the boys. How extremely grateful I am to their constant protection. I think about each lad individually, Paul, the sweetheart, with sleepy hazel eyes that could drop anyone's knickers in a second and eyebrows better than I could ever dream of having. Ritchie, the silly, adorable, crystal eyed man. His constant smile always cheering me, no matter the mood. I grin widely to myself. John...the mysterious one..he exudes dominance..his whiskey eyes that seem to penetrate to my very soul with every glance..and George. My George. The perfect, sexy, intense eyed lover. He calms my frenzied heart in any situation...he's as sweet as honey, and can be just as dominant as John seems. I sigh again, happy with my lads.

Suddenly a crash startled me to sit up, and splash water all over the rug. Panic settles in my throat and I jump out of the tub throwing on the first thing I grabbed, a thin white dressing gown.

I pound down the stairs, prepared to fight half naked if I must. I make it to the landing and see random knick knacks shattered across the floor, Ritchie and Paul picking up the shelf they were on.

I raise my eyebrows, a smirk threatening to appear on my lips. They upright it and start babbling incoherently blaming each other for the mess. "He said we should move it without taking the stuff off!" Ritchie accuses. "No, I said we should maybe movie it without taking the stuff off because it would be much easier!" Paul fires back.

They both look at the floor sheepishly and I burst into laughter. They look up, surprise written on their faces. "You boys are silly. I'm not angry, it's just some knick knacks! As long as you clean it up it's fine."

George and John burst in through the front door. "Where's ______!? Is she okay?!" George shouts. "I'm fine, we're in the sitting room!" I call out.

They come running in, and assess the situation. "They accidentally just tipped this bookshelf and shattered some stuff, it's fine." I explain.

The room is strangely silent, and I look to each of them, trying to figure out why. I notice they're all staring about 5 inches lower than my face.

I look down to see my dressing gown has gone completely translucent from the water. Revealing every detail of my body underneath. My mouth opens in shock and I look back up, face burning red.

John gives Ritchie and Paul a look, then says simply, "two hours. Go." They both nod and exit the house quickly. I raise my eyebrows curiously at what he meant, when John starts striding quickly toward me, George hot on his tail.

***#dominant!john smut ⚠️***

I instinctively step back, but John only pursues faster, slamming my body against the wall with his. A small oof escapes my lips, before he covers them with his own.

John attacks my lips aggressively, leaving me hardly any room to breathe. Eventually George pulls him back to allow me some air. I take a deep, staggering breath, my heart slamming in my chest.