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Shepard Leopold was quite possibly the sexiest guy you’d ever met. He was confident, not cocky. A smooth-talker. And he was built.

He wanted you, just as bad. It was obvious.

He didn’t hide his stares from across the dining table or bother pretending that his hand brushing your waist was an accident. But he never went any further either. His touches were always… fleeting.

His family’s company had long-standing ties with your father’s and the Leopolds were big on maintaining connections. So, every now and then, that meant a weekend at their mansion in Hungary.

It had been over a year since your last visit. This time, you’d vowed to yourself that you’d leave with more than stolen glances and lingering touches.

You weren’t going to let Shepard slip through your clutches anymore. You were going to take what you both, so clearly, wanted.

Which was why, after the second evening’s dinner, once the rest of the house had retired to bed, you were heading outside, in your bathrobe, to the hot tub.

You padded down the paved steps from the house, your bare feet soft against the tiles, each step letting out a soft pat.

“I didn’t realise anyone would be out here this late,” you said, folding your arms over your chest as you came to a halt in front of the hot tub.

Shepard turned around to face you, a whiskey glass in hand, “Oh! Y/N, hey.”

“Hey,” you replied with an amused smile.

Most of him being underwater, but his biceps rose above it, droplets trickling down and tracing the lines of his forearms. You didn’t try to hide the your stare.

“I didn’t meant to interrupt your little party for one,” you mused, gaze flickering from his glass to meet his gaze, which was already on you.

“No, yeah, I mean… it’s alright. I always come out here pretty late, but, it’s not like you could’ve known.” he shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.

“Right,” you agreed with him, smiling innocently.

You had known that. You’d waited for him to head down here, before you had.

“Hop in,” he said simply, reaching for the bottle, “A little company never hurt anybody, right? You and I can hot tub it up together.“

“Hot tub it up, huh? That’s what the kids are calling it these days?” you teased, slipping off your bathrobe and tossing it over one of the pool loungers.

“That’s right,” Shepard nodded, pouring himself a fresh glass. Over the rim of his glass, as he sipped, his eyes lingered on your newly revealed skin.

You were wearing a black swimwear set, one that flattered you in every way. Shepard always seemed to like you in black. Red too, but, tonight, you wanted to be subtle.

You hooked your fingers under the waistband of your bikini bottoms, tugging them up your hips, into place.

Shepard watched, just as you’d hoped.

“You want a drink or something?” he asked, clearing his throat as you approached.

“Sure,” you hummed, easing your legs over the hot tub’s edge and slipping into the tub’s warm waters.

Shepard chuckled under his breath, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he watched. It seemed he wasn’t as oblivious to your games as you’d thought.

He turned to grab a second glass, giving you a full view of his back - sculpted and dripping, “Is whiskey okay?”

“It depends what kind,” you replied, tousling your shoulders as you relaxed.

“Will a Macallan suffice?” he asked, smirking as he set a glass of amber liquid into your hands, “Seventy-seven. Red collection.”

“Fuck,” you breathed with a quiet laugh, lifting it to your lips, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.” he tapped his own glass, smirking, “Drink up.”

You did as he said, letting out a pleased moan.

“What do you think?” Shepard asked, after a moment, eyes darkening as they took you in.

“It’s… woody, but, also citrusy. I don’t hate it.” you hummed, having another taste, “Goes down far too easily.”

“That it does,” Shepard replied, swirling the drink in his glass, biting back a smile.

“So,” you murmured, tilting your head, letting the steam unfurl around your shoulders like silk, “how often do you rendezvous out here?”

Shepard raised an eyebrow, a crooked smile tugging at his lips, “Is that your way of asking me if I’m seeing someone?”

You shrugged, finishing the last of your drink, “Maybe.”

He chuckled, low in his throat, edging a little closer. The water lapped gently over you both as he did so.

“If you have to know,” he said, taking your glass from your hand, fingers brushing yours, “Never.”

He reached for the bottle again, already filling your drink for you.

You lifted your brow, amused, “Never? This nice, little set-up and you expect me to believe you’ve never had a girl down here?”

You leaned on your elbow, watching the amber liquid rise. Your teeth grazed your lip as you grinned, “I just don’t buy it.”

“No?” he grinned back at you, leaning in to hand you your drink again.

You shook your head, smiling, “No way,” Maybe it was just the whiskey, but something about the way you looked at you was setting your skin on fire.

“Maybe I’m just waiting for the right person,” he said, reclining again, lips curved into that teasing smile. His eyes never left you, “Did you ever think of that?”

You snorted, “No, I did not. And, I doubt anyone ever would when it comes to you, Shep.”

“Well, maybe, they should.” he replied, and you felt the shift in his tone. His gaze lingered on your collarbone, where a single bead of condensation had begun to trickle down your chest.

A brief silence followed. Expectant. Shepard looked at you, waiting for you to make the next move.

“Alright, I’ll bite.” you sighed, setting your glass on the edge of the hot tub, “Who exactly is the right person for Shepard Leopold?”

The corners of his lips twitched up in restrained amusement.

“She’s smart, insufferably so. Knows how to hold her own.” he began slowly, eyes tracing your features, “Witty. Stubborn as hell.”

“Sounds familiar,” you hummed in reply.

“Well, she would. She’s a pretty friendly person, a knows-everybody type of gal.” he replied with a grin.

His hand moved beneath the surface, finding your knee. He brushed his palm over it, letting it settle there - testing the waters.

You didn’t pull away.

He kept talking, “And she’s got this look she gives me when she thinks I’m full of shit… which is most of the time, because she’s such a smartass.”

You smirked, “She sounds exhausting.”

“She is,” he said, his eyes moving delicately down your frame, “But, I don’t mind it.”

“In fact,” his hands slid down, gliding slowly along your calves, up and down in lazy strokes, “…I quite enjoy it.”

A few droplets of water began to pat against the ground, interrupting your conversation.

You glanced up. Rain had begun to fall, light, but steady.

Shepard followed your gaze, frowning, “That’s weird. It doesn’t usually rain in summer.”

The downpour grew heavier quickly, the soft patter turning into a melodical thud. You let your shoulders sink beneath the water, to keep you warm.

“It does here.” you corrected with a smirk, “Summer storms are actually pretty common in Hungary.”

He glanced back at you, settling into the water with a breath, “It’s annoying how much you know about stuff, you know that?”

“So, I’ve been told.” you replied, with a small nod.

The rain fell harder now, drumming onto the ground and splashing into the tub’s water. You let your eyes fall shut, absorbing the hush of the rain and the feel of Shepard’s fingertips still grazing your leg.

“You not going to put the cover up?” you opened one eye, to look at him.

Shepard looked up at the sky, then, back to you, “Nah, I kinda like the rain.”

You held back a smile, “You have no idea how to put the cover up, do you?”

Shepard scoffed, lips twitching, “I could figure it out.”

“Oh, sure,” you teased, raising an eyebrow, “Just like you figured out how to turn on the pool lights last night?”

“It’s not my fault that I have Griff to do everything for me,” he shrugged, grinning at you.

You laughed, leaning your head back against the edge of the tub as you watched the rain dapple across the surface of the water, “God, it’s a good job you’re pretty.”

“It’s a good job that’s all you seem to care about,” Shepard’s grin deepened in response.

“You really think I’m that shallow?” you cocked your head to the side, smirking.

“I do,” he replied, tracing the side of your calf with a boyish smile, “You’re not subtle.”

“Mm… I have no idea what you’re talking about. Looks aren’t everything,” you purred, stretching your legs out, so that they rested against Shepard’s chest.

“Maybe, not, but they’re what’s made you want me since you got here,” he murmured, his voice deeper, as he ran his hands over your legs, “Tonight just proves it.”

"Showing up in that," he nodded at your swimsuit, "acting like you just happened to find me out here in the middle of the night.”

“And, let’s face it, it’s not my personality that you’ve been staring at all evening.”

You arched a brow, keeping your legs where they were, his hands still warm on your skin.

“Oh? So, you’ve been watching me watch you?” you asked, feigning innocence.

Shepard’s smile turned into something darker, slower, “I have.”

He slid his palms up the length of your legs, stopping just beneath your knees, where he held them there, “You’re not nearly as slick as you think you are.”

You leaned forward slightly, just enough to close the space between you without giving him everything, “Maybe I wasn’t trying to be slick.”

“Then stop pretending,” he said, voice low, the sound of rain secondary now, “You came out here for something.”

“I came out here for a soak,” you replied, though the words were too soft, too coy, to sound convincing.

“Liar,” he said, inching forward until your knees rested on either side of his torso, water rippling between you, “You came out here for me.”

Then, slowly, he leaned in. His hands slid to your hips beneath the surface, pulling you just slightly closer.

“Try and tell me that I’m wrong,” he said, his mouth a breath away from yours.

But you couldn’t.

Because he wasn’t wrong. You’d wanted him. You’d come all the way out here in the middle of the night, for him.

You tilted your head so that your noses grazed and he caved.

Shepard’s lips crashed into yours in a feverish kiss, warming every inch of your rain-soaked skin.

Your fingers found the back of his neck, pulling him closer as you chased after his lips eagerly.

He groaned into your mouth at your touch, his grip on your hips tightening with an unspoken urgency.

He pulled you flush against him, hard, sending a ripple through the hot tub’s waters.

Your knees tightened around his waist instinctively, legs bracketing him completely now. His hands slid over the curve of your back, tracing any bare, wet skin he could find greedily.

“You are so fucking hot,” he breathed against your lips, “Do you know that?”

You smiled into the kiss, breathless and smug, “I know.”

His mouth moved messily from yours, down to your jaw, then lower. He pressed hot kisses to the curve of your neck, licking a deliberately slow line over the rain droplets he’d been eyeing on your collarbone just moments earlier.

He flipped you over, so that you were now pinned against the hot tub’s edge, positioned just how he wanted.

You tipped your head back, giving him more of you and revelling in the swirl of his tongue. You couldn’t help but think of the feel of it elsewhere…

His hands roamed slowly, with intent, fingertips trailing over your ribs, your sides, committing your body to memory as he moved lower… and lower… and lower…

His thumbs hooked into the sides of your swimsuit bottoms beneath the water, letting the suggestion hang between you.

He looked over your face, one eyebrow arched in a silent question.

You took hold of his wrists, guiding him to pull your panties down. He grinned into your skin, sliding the fabric the rest of the way off. You lifted your hips to make it easier for him, feeling your breath catch when his palms grazed the tops of your thighs.

Once off, he tucked the black fabric into the pocket of his striped swim shorts. A trophy, of sorts, for himself.

Then, his hands returned to your bare hips, gliding up the insides of your thighs torturously, teasing the pace that you truly desired.

He looked up at you through the rain, drops sliding down his face, eyes dark and hungry.

You exhaled, shaky and shallow, all prior cockiness succumbing to nothing but soft pleas.

“Shepard,” you whispered, barely more than a breath, but all he needed.

He pressed up into you, grinding his hips, pinning you between his body and the edge of the hot tub. The contact drew a soft, involuntary mewl from your throat, swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you.

Your mind was foggy, melted by the feeling of him that was all-encompassing.

“Fuck,” Shepard groaned against you, beginning to lose the last of his composure.

You braced yourself on your elbows, head falling back against the concrete that lined the tub as you arched into him.

Your hips rolled instinctively and you could feeling the growing pressure of his cock beneath his striped swim shorts.

His hands slid under your back, fingers brushing against your skin, pulling you in, urging you to move with him.

Each slow grind of his hips sent a wave of euphoria through your body, you felt yourself slowly slipping further, desperate to let go.

“You feel that?” he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear as he continued the steady rock of his hips.

You could barely nod, but the answer was already clear in the way you arched into him.

“God, I’ve wanted you since the second you got here,” he growled, eyes dark with need and voice strained. He cupped your face with one big hand, thumb tracing your lower lip.

“Been trying so hard,” he huffed out a breath, “not to give in…”

You wrapped your lips around his thumb, gently slipping it into your mouth and sucking on the tip it.

Shepard gritted his teeth, “But you make it so hard for me, babe. Always looking so good for me…”

He pulled his thumb from your mouth with a soft pop, letting it drag back down to graze over your bare cunt. You mewled and he smiled amusedly, “It was for me, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, chest rising and falling heavily as you grinded against his resting knuckles, “Mhm… wore this just for you.”

“You’re so cute, sweetheart,” Shepard chuckled degradingly, letting his fingers continue to skim over where you wanted him most.

“Thank you,” he said teasingly, thick fingers tracing circles around your hole, just barely avoiding your needs. He could feel your hips shift over his fingers.

You moved up, letting your clit brush against his wrist. You moaned at the contact.

Shepard chuckled, his hands moving to his own swimwear, “I think it’s about time that you and I…”

“Finally did something about all this tension,” he purred, stripping down completely. He set his swim shorts on the concrete path with a soft thud and let himself focus on you again.

“Make up for all that lost time?” Shepard asked, tapping your hip. You shivered, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through your veins.

“Is this what you wanted?” Shepard asked again, his voice low and teasing, “Is this what you’ve been putting on a show for?”

You could feel your pulse race as he inched closer to you. You met his gaze, eyes dark with longing as you parroted back, “You’re what I wanted, Shep.”

“Yeah?” he teased, leaning closer to you, “Well, now you can have me. How’s that, huh?”

“Good,” you laughed breathlessly, hands coming to rest on his forearms, gripping lightly.

“Good,” he echoed, smirking as he dipped his head down to kiss you. Deeper, more feverishly and hungrily than before.

His bare skin brushed against yours as he let himself slide teasingly between your folds.

You gasped into his mouth at the contact, but before you could fully react, he pulled back, breaking the kiss and trailing kisses down the side of your neck.

He gripped your hips tightly and with a smooth tug, flipped you around, pressing your chest against the walls of the hot tub. The suddenness of the motion had you moaning, feeling that all-too-familiar need stir in your core.

“God, you’re so responsive,” he gave you a light smack to your ass, his grin audible as he ran his hands over your waist, “I always guessed you would be.”

You groaned, arching your back in a pitiful attempt to meet his hips, “You’ve thought about what it’d be like to fuck me?”

He huffed out a rough breath, one hand tightening its grip on your hip, “How could I not?”

“You think I haven’t imagined this a hundred different ways?” he eased his head inside of you, with a low, laboured groan.

You gasped at your first taste of him - thick and stretching you just right. You gripped the edge of the tub with a satisfied groan, instinctively pressing back into him.

“God, Shep…” you breathed, your voice tight with pleasure.

He let out a quiet, breathless laugh at your unravelled state. He pressed his stomach flush against your hips, filling you up completely, “That’s it…”

“You wanted this,“ he murmured, teasing now, hands gliding along your waist, “Don’t back out now.”

You tipped your head back with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself sink into the feeling of him. Shepard leaned in, peppering kisses over the curve of your neck.

The water rippled gently around you as your bodies quickly moved in tandem to a smooth rhythm.

He huffed, snapping your hips back against him with a laboured groan, “God, Y/N…”

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled against your neck as his pace grew faster and harsher.

The water sloshed around you as he pulled you up and down on his cock, eyes zoned in on where the two of you connected, watching himself thrust in and out of you.

You moaned, resting your forehead on your hands, still clinging to the edge of the hot tub as you let out no more than soft squeaks with each push against you.

“Mmph, Shep,” you whined, already feeling yourself reaching your peak from the relentlessly brutal pace he was keeping up.

“Y/N, babe…” he sighed through a particularly deep stroke, feeling himself graze your walls.

He groaned, pushing deeper, resting one hand on the edge of the hot tub beside yours to steady himself as he muttered, “You close?”

All you could do was nod over and over. You felt Shepard’s hand take yours and squeeze. Your own core spasmed and you moaned, “God… yes, yes…”

“Shep, don’t stop,” you pleaded, desperately chasing your orgasm. You began to throw yourself back on him eagerly.

Shepard gasped, his grip on you growing tighter as his hips stuttered, “Shit… oh my God… shit, shit, shit…”

He let out a low grunt, pulling you close to him as he came. You whined, pulsing around his cock as you felt him finish inside of you.

Shepard sighed, slipping out of you as he stood, “Fuck, that was good.”