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Enamored

Carol Aird x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: You're Rindy's babysitter, though recently you've been finding yourself getting closer to her mother, Carol.

Warnings/Notes: None really. Slight age gap? Child with divorcing parents? Harge being an asshole? Tipsy Carol? I don't know anything about 4 year olds.

Word Count: 3420

“They’re fighting again…” Rindy’s lips pursed into a childish pout. She clung to your sweater as you carried her up the stairs.

“I know, honey.” You pushed the door to her room open, closing it afterwards with your foot once the two of you were inside.

Carol had warned you earlier that day that Harge might show up to fight with her on who got to have their daughter for Christmas. You were expecting him to come later, maybe after lunch, but the bastard snuck in without a sound and before you realized what was happening, the arguing began.

Harge had always treated you just fine–you started babysitting Rindy right when the divorce began, after their maid left, and they were still working out who would live in the house–but you knew an argument was impending and that Rindy didn’t like it when her parents fought. Plus, Carol had mentioned to you once, during sort of an emotional burnout, that Harge was not a pretty sight when angry. You’d heard them fight before, but never like this.

It was as if an opera was going on just below your feet in the kitchen. You couldn’t quite make out the words but you could hear them both shouting.

Rindy’s mood dampened even further. At the age of 4, she obviously wasn’t quite sure what was going on, she just wanted her family to be how it was, happy. Now it was a blessing if she could have both of her parents at once for an hour without tension. They did their best for her sake but cruel glances and tight lips were inescapable.

“Did you finish your Christmas list?” You watched as Rindy sat on her bed. The paper was on her little desk, scribbled in orange crayon. You told Rindy to make a draft and then the two of you would make an official, fancy one to send to Santa.

Rindy perked up a little at the mention of the holiday, though her mood was still glum. “I think so…” Her eyes fell to the paper in your hand. “There's something else I want. But I can’t remember.”

You scanned the paper again. “You can’t remember?”

“No…”

“Hm…” The paper was covered in various toy names. You’d tried to help Rindy write on the lines but half of the paper was unusable from an apple juice spill so the writing was a bit janky. It would do, though. “Was it another toy?”

“Yeah.” Rindy pouted again.

There was a particularly loud shout from Harge downstairs. Rindy shuddered.

You reached to close the vent to hopefully muffle some of the sound when the little girl spoke.

“Are adults on the naughty list too?” Rindy asked.

“If they behave badly, then yes.” You looked outside. “Why do you ask?”

“Daddy told me Mommy is on the naughty list.” Rindy said in a softer tone. “But Mommy isn’t bad.”

You couldn’t help but frown a little at that. What else had Harge been telling Rindy about Carol? You were about to ask when Carol’s angry voice sounded from downstairs and a new idea came to mind.

“No, neither of your parents are bad. Sometimes people just say things they don’t mean.” You bent down in front of the girl and set your hands on her knees. “How about we go for a walk? You like walks in the snow, right?”

That seemed to cure Rindy’s worries as she nodded with a silly grin.

The two of you got dressed for the weather and left. You made a point to interrupt the fighting, which had now subdued to both of the adults standing in awkward, tense silence, Carol’s fingers to her temple and Harge pinching the bridge of his nose. They just nodded when you told them what you were doing, though once the two of you were outside you could hear them fighting again.

The walk tired Rindy out and when you returned. Harge said goodbye to her and left, then you put the little girl to bed.

When you finished, Carol was standing in the kitchen and staring into the sink. She heard your footsteps across the wooden floor and turned to look at you with tired eyes.

“I can’t thank you enough… for everything.” Carol murmured defeatedly, checking her watch. “I’ve missed my lunch…” She’d hired you to come over for the day to watch Rindy while she went out to lunch with friends but that clearly wasn’t going to happen now, not after the whole ordeal with Harge.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You had nothing to do with it.” Carol shook your head and turned to face you. She looked exhausted. “I suppose I’ll have to call… tell them the car had a flat.” Her voice was low as she pondered an excuse. “What a horrible turnout… it’s Gabriela’s birthday…”

You watched quietly as Carol struggled to piece together what to do. It wasn’t your place to ask questions, but you’d never seen her this way before. “Are you okay?”

“To be honest, I’m a little frazzled.” Carol admitted softly. She smoothed her hair down and leaned back into the counter. “Dealing with Harge… it’s draining, truly. He’s been getting angrier every time I see him.”

“What did he want?”

Her eyes darkened. “To take Rindy with him to Florida for Christmas. His ‘mother’ requested it.” She scoffed bitterly. “As if Rindy’s own mother is lesser than her. You might as well just tell me to my face that I’m not worth anything to her.”

“That’s awful…” Your frown deepened.

“Isn’t it?” Carol forced a smile. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this, I should be paying you extra at this point for everything you do. No normal babysitter puts up with this…”

“I don’t mind.” You assured her quickly.

“I do.” Carol sighed and turned to face the sink again as if looking in your eyes was too much to bear. “Why do you do this anyway? I’m sure my burdens are the last thing you want to carry.”

You hesitated, thinking over the question. Carol had a point. Half of the things you did were way above your paygrade, and they certainly kept you up at night… So why did you do it?

You couldn’t admit to her face that Carol herself was the reason you stuck around. You’d been enamored by the woman ever since you first set eyes upon her, and she’d been so kind to you, taking you in with open arms. She’d grown more distant since you first met but you couldn't blame her.

With everything going on with Harge, Carol was more exhausted than usual. She’d often forget you were supposed to come on certain days but welcomed you to stay for the sake of it either way. On those nights, you’d head home with a free paycheck, and usually some cookies.

And on the nights where she did go out and would come home late, the two of you often spent some time speaking in low voices in the living room, you offering comforting words and her soaking them in like water in a desert. She’d confessed things to you she’d told nobody else during those late nights. Instead of Harge, you’d come along with her to things at Rindy’s school or fun activities out of the house. You were there for both of them even more than Harge was.

You liked being there for Carol, being the one solid thing she relied on.

“Rindy’s the best kid I know.” You said instead of confessing it all. “I really like hanging out with her. I’d feel awful to leave her.”

Carol was satisfied with that answer. Her brows softened and she took your hand into hers, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re a sweet thing, you know that?” She murmured in a low voice. “I don’t know where I’d be without you, Y/n.”

Heat spread across your face and you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. “It’s no problem.”

“Look at you… an angel, truly.” Carol’s voice softened to a whisper and her eyes fell upon your face as if truly taking you in for the first time. Her gaze was so intense, like it was filling your lungs with cotton, you had to look away to breathe. When you looked back, she smiled too and squeezed your hand once more before letting go. “An angel.” She repeated, voice so soft you wouldn’t have known what she said if you weren’t gazing at her lips.

You ended up staying until dinner before heading home.

It was around noon the next day that Carol frantically phoned you, going on and on about an important event that night that had slipped her mind. When you agreed to watch Rindy you could have sworn she was glowing with relief.

You hardly saw Carol when you arrived as the second you came inside, she was out the door. But she did give you a quick kiss on the cheek, a habit she’d picked up when you were especially life saving.

You and Rindy had a fun night of board games, mac and cheese, and her favorite movie that you caught on tv. She was out like a light at 9:00 and soon you had the house to yourself.

When you put Rindy to bed you settled down at the piano in the study. You could’ve sworn you heard the door open but when you called, nobody replied, so you focused your study on the instrument.

It was only after you finished the song that you noticed Carol stood in the doorway, watching. She wasn’t sober, clearly. Her eyes were red, her dress a little rumpled and lipstick smudged, probably from downing multiple cups of rich champagne.

“Oh, Carol, I’m sorry.” You got up quickly. “I didn’t hear you come in… how was it?”

Carol’s hazy eyes met yours. “It was… horrible, truly. Long, exhausting speeches with no point. Crowds packed like sardines. Stupid, stupid people…” She muttered to herself, trailing off. Then suddenly: “I didn’t know you played the piano.”

“Just as a hobby.”

“You’re quite good.” Carol pressed her head into the frame of the door, clutching it tightly as though seeking out the cold from the wood. “I’m sorry… I drank more than I realized. I’m not the best with alcohol.”

“Oh, it’s alright.” You were at her side within seconds. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just… help me to the couch. I’m a little dizzy.”

You quietly guided Carol into the living room, hand resting firm on her back. She sank into the cushions with a breath of relief, head falling back.

“Thank you. I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to return like this.” Carol mumbled, draping a hand over her eyes. “The champagne was too tempting to pass up.. I cannot survive a party with my nerves as frayed as they are… goodness, can you get me some water?”

You got her a glass of water and she took it shakily, lifting the rim to her lips.

“Much better…” Carol drank half of the glass, then set it aside. She’d sobered up a bit since sitting down. “How is Rindy? Is she asleep?”

Just as you were about to respond, there was a thump from upstairs. Rindy had a habit of restless sleep and would often roll out of bed without even waking up.

The two of you exchanged a glance and Carol began to rise but you set your hand on her arm. “I’ll do it.” You murmured. She didn’t bother arguing.

You went back upstairs and, as expected, Rindy was now asleep on the floor, wrapped tight in a fuzzy flannel blanket. You scooped her back up and tucked her into bed.

You stopped on the stairs back down, fingers quietly clasping around the railing. Carol was standing now over by the window. Her shoulders were shaking softly and you could hear whimpers.

You knew that you should probably go back upstairs and give her a few minutes of peace but you couldn’t. It was like your feet were glued to the stairs… and when they weren’t, you were walking towards her.

Carol didn’t turn to face you this time, one hand clasped over her mouth to muffle her sobs.

Her sweater was warm beneath your hand. You traced your thumb across the pattern, feeling the soft grain of it. She pressed her back into your palm and sniffled.

“I don’t know what to do…” Carol whispered to you, sounding fully sober now. “Everything’s falling apart.”

“Is it Harge?”

“Harge, Rindy, Abby, everything…” Carol’s voice cracked. “Anything I do only makes it worse. Maybe… maybe Harge is right… that I’m not good for Rindy.”

The simple admission sent her bursting into sobs. Broken, pained and guttural sobs.

“Don’t say that.” You slowly slipped your arms around her, holding her from behind. You’d hugged her before but this felt more intimate than ever… you just hoped she couldn’t feel your racing heart.

Even if she could, Carol said nothing as she leaned back into you. She looked over her shoulder and sniffled, mascara running down her face. “You don’t need to lie to me, Y/n… I-I know what’s best for my baby, and it’s n-not me.”

“No, no…” You cooed softly, squeezing her middle as you held her tight from behind. “Carol, Rindy needs her mother, and you’re the best mother she’s got.”

The older woman sniffled, then gently grabbed your arm. You loosened your grip around her and she turned to face you, then pulled you into her arms and buried her face into your neck.

You held her as she cried, rocking her from side to side as you rubbed her back. She sobbed her heart out, a little more emotional than usual from the alcohol in the system, but mostly because of the exhaustion of the growing weight on her shoulders. There was nowhere else she could go, nobody else to turn to, but you.

“I’m horrible…” Carol whispered against your shoulder.

“Not at all.” You murmured softly, moving one hand to gently twirl the ends of her hair with a shake of your head. “You’re wonderful.”

“You’re just lying to make me feel better.”

“No. I’m not.”

Carol slowly lifted her head to meet your gaze, her eyes teary and red. “Why… Why are you so good to me?” Her whisper was broken and sad. “I-I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“Because you’ve only ever been good to me.” You whispered soothingly. Your hand slipped beneath the sleeve of your shirt and you wiped the tears from her face with the fabric.

“I’ve deceived you as well. then.” Carol whimpered pathetically. “I’m horrible, y/n. I’m so sorry…”

“Stop it with that.” Before you realized what was happening, your palm was against her warm, damp cheek. You weren’t sure if the blush across her face was from crying or your actions but you didn’t pull away. With your thumb, you gently caressed the side of her face. “You’re not horrible.”

“I-I…”

“You’re not.” You insisted. “Say it.”

Carol’s lips trembled and she pressed her cheek further into your hand. With a sniffle, she opened her mouth. “I’m not… I’m not horrible.” She choked out weakly.

“There you go.” You smiled. You brushed her hair out of her face and smoothed it back down. “It’s easier to believe if you say it.”

The older woman hiccuped softly and closed her eyes. A few more tears fell down her face and were quickly wiped away by your caring hand. She took a deep shaky breath, then opened her eyes again to meet yours. “...drinking makes me emotional.” Her words were half truth, drinking did in fact make her emotional, but even without the drinks she probably would’ve broken down.

“That’s okay.” You chuckled, loosening your grip on her waist. She was about to let go of your shoulders but stopped.

Her face was inches from yours, her soft, trembling breath on your face as she stared into your eyes with an odd look on her face, as though you’d just taught her something unheard of. Her lips trembled again and she blinked rapidly, then leaned a little closer.

“Y/n…” The tip of her nose brushed against yours. One of her hands found the back of your head.

“Carol��” You whispered in return, feeling your heart lurch. You shouldn’t be doing this, really. This was the last thing Carol needed. She was tipsy and an emotional wreck, you were just an outlet for her to take her pain out on. You should pull away.

But you couldn't bring yourself to do so. The desperation in her eyes was clear. She was begging you without words, yet you could hear just what she’d say in your mind.

You’d never been kissed before. You slowly leaned your head forward until it was hardly an inch away from hers, then you stopped.

Taking the hint, Carol closed the gap between the two of you.

You never wanted to pull away from the kiss. The second her lips found yours, your eyes fluttered shut and she sank into you like every bone in her body turned to liquid. It was a sweet kiss, warm, longing, yet oddly affectionate. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest and if you weren’t responsible for keeping Carol from falling onto the floor, you would’ve swooned.

Her hands found their way into your hair, gripping the locks gently and holding your head against hers. She kissed you with a strange ferocity, both velvet and electric. If she hadn’t run out of breath, she wouldn’t have pulled away.

Carol slowly and reluctantly broke the kiss, straightening herself back up. There was a different look in her eyes now, the haze of worry and depression now replaced with the softest lust and the warmest relief. The kiss rejuvenated her. She could stand on her own now, though she kept her hand on your arm.

“Thank you.” Carol whispered before planting a kiss on your forehead. She offered you a small little smile and dusted herself off. You fixed her hair. Then she took a step back, a little wobbly once more. “I should… go to bed. I fear I’ll be rather sick tomorrow.”

“Drink lots of water.” You finally managed to rasp, earning a laugh from the older woman.

“I will, I promise.” She nodded. “Your money is on the table… should I call a cab?” Her eyes fell to the window. It was snowing outside. Most cab drivers weren’t fans of driving from here to the city and back in this weather. “Perhaps it would be best if you stayed.”

If it weren’t for the tone in her voice, you wouldn’t bat an eye. You’d stayed over plenty of times before when the hours slipped past you, often falling asleep on the couch and waking up to a blanket over your body or gratefully accepting her invitation to stay in the guest room. But this time it was different.

Carol’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary. “Would you be a dear and stay, Y/n? I’m sure I’ll be a wreck tomorrow… having you to take care of Rindy would be a blessing.”

“I’d love to stay.” You nodded.

“Sweet thing…” Carol murmured, grip tightening on the railing of the stairs. She pressed herself into the wall for a moment. “I don’t suppose you’d bring a glass of water and some pain killers to my room? I need to lay down…”

“Go lay down, I’ll be there in a moment.” You nodded. Carol called a faint ‘thank you’ before ascending upstairs to her room. You quickly grabbed the items of her request and followed her trail, hesitating in front of her door. Then you nudged it open.

Carol was laying in bed in a nightgown. She smiled sleepily as you stuck your head in the room and beckoned you with one hand. “I haven’t had the time to tidy the guest bedroom.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind.” You set her treasures down on the nightstand, reaching to tuck her in.

“I do.” Carol’s fingers lightly wrapped around your wrist. “Stay… won’t you?”

How could you deny her? Every word from her mouth only enamored you more. With a soft smile and red face, you joined her in bed, feeling yourself get enveloped in the lavish sheets and warm arms.

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ilovehotactresses · 17 days ago

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this is my new fav series

Members Only (Agatha x Reader) [Part 3]

[minors don't interact, 18+]

pairing: milf!tennis!agatha x student!lifeguard!reader

summary: When Agatha notices you've been watching her play tennis every day from your lifeguarding chair, she offers you tennis lessons, an offer which you can't refuse.

content warnings: making out topless, toxic agatha again, possessive, thats about it

word count: 2500

Members Only (Agatha x Reader) [Part 3]

You woke to your alarm the next morning, yawning loudly as you didn’t think you’d managed to get much sleep that night. You’d spent the entire night replaying every moment of your encounter with Agatha in the bar, the possessiveness in her voice, her jealous grip on your arm. There was no doubt that everything in your head had shifted, and god she was your Mother’s best friend, and here you were about to head to work for another lesson, and you had no idea whether the lesson was going to be for tennis or something else. You were still trying to process it when a sound from outside pulled you from your thoughts.

A soft knock.

Then the rustling of a package being dropped outside your bedroom door, your mother too busy to deliver it to you herself. You sat up in your bed, heart racing as you glanced at the time, it was way too early in the morning for post.

Your curiosity got the best of you as you reached for the parcel, neatly wrapped in brown paper, the shape of it unfamiliar. There was no return address, just a single letter written in elegant, cursive handwriting: A.

Your mind spun as you tore open the package, unwrapping it carefully. The first thing that caught your eye was the pristine, white tennis skirt. It was exactly like the one Agatha had worn, tiny, form-fitting, and undeniably revealing. Beneath it lay an expensive-looking tennis racket, wrapped in its protective cover. You ran your fingers along the smooth handle, the quality of it sending a thrill through you.

But it was the note inside that caught your attention most.

“See you at 6pm. – A”

You giggled to yourself, your breath catching as a wave of disbelief washed over you. You had to be dreaming, right? Agatha? Sending you gifts? You stared at the note for a moment, processing what it meant, and then shrugged.

With a small smile, you packed the new tennis outfit into your gym bag, your mind buzzing with thoughts of what the evening could hold. Whatever it was, you could already feel the excitement building in your chest.

The rest of your morning was a blur as you got dressed and headed to the country club. The anticipation of the evening, and the outfit you would be wearing, made it hard to focus on anything else.

You took your usual spot on the lifeguard chair, the pool spread out beneath you as the day slowly heated up. You checked the time: nearly noon. It would be another couple of hours before Agatha showed up for her tennis game, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from drifting toward the courts.

And then, there she was.

Agatha stood in the middle of the tennis court, her back straight, her posture perfect. Today, she wore a different tennis skirt, just as tiny as the one from last night, and her legs, toned and strong, moved effortlessly as she warmed up. But it wasn’t the elegance of her form that made your pulse race; it was the deliberate, almost exaggerated way she moved, knowing you were watching.

She bent down to pick up a tennis ball, her skirt riding up just enough for you to catch a glimpse of her toned thighs. Your eyes followed her every move, not just because she was beautiful, though she was, without a doubt, but because you could feel the performance in the air. Every bend, every stretch, every subtle motion seemed like a challenge, an invitation, a promise.

Your gaze lingered on her for far too long, your breath catching in your throat each time she looked over in your direction. You caught her eye once, just for a moment, but it was enough. Agatha knew. She knew you were watching her.

Your heart rate quickened as she turned back to her opponent, playing with precision and speed, as if she were flaunting it for you, her movements becoming sharper, more calculated. Every time she bent to retrieve a ball, it felt like a small tease. Your gaze never strayed far, and though you tried to focus on your duties, it was impossible to keep your attention off of her.

There was something undeniably magnetic about her, something that seemed to pull you in deeper each time she glanced in your direction.

Your shift ended as the sun began to dip low in the sky, painting the horizon with pink and orange hues. You made your way to the locker room, your mind racing as you thought about what you’d be doing later, what Agatha had planned for you. The anticipation only made your heart beat faster.

The room was quiet, and you knew that there wouldn’t be anyone around. The few others who worked at the club had all finished their shifts. It was the perfect opportunity for you to try on the outfit you’d been given.

You quickly peeled off your lifeguard uniform, leaving it in a heap on the bench. Your new tennis skirt slid on easily, hugging your hips perfectly. You gazed at yourself in the mirror, a mix of excitement and self-consciousness flooding over you. You tugged at the hem of the skirt, knowing it was short, probably a lot shorter than what you were used to, but there was no denying that it felt good.

As you adjusted it, you caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of your eye. Your heart stopped.

Agatha.

She was standing there, just inside the door, watching you with an unreadable expression on her face. Your body went cold, the sheer shock of her seeing you topless, in the tiny skirt she’d given you in the middle of the country club's locker room.

“Agatha!” You yelp, instinctively pulling your hands around your chest, trying to cover your breasts in a desperate attempt to not embarrass yourself further.

“You look perfect.” She purred, stepping closer. Her voice was so deep, so smooth, you could almost taste the tone of it, her words lingering on your lips. You couldn’t help but try to cover your body further, but Agatha was already stepping towards you, her eyes hadn’t once met yours, instead they remained firmly on your covered chest.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice lowering as she approached, “Do you really think you need to hide from me.” Despite her reassurance you were frozen, unable to form words. Her presence was overpowering, her eyes on you so full of intent it was almost suffocating.

“I said don’t hide.” Agatha ordered, her hand lifting to gently remove yourself from your chest. You gasped as she pushed it aside, her fingers trailing down your arm as she stepped closer, “I want to see you.”

Her eyes glazed over your body, and you could feel the heat in your chest, in your cheeks, between your legs. She was taking her time in admiring you, almost getting drunk in the sight before her. She still had a grip of your wrists, this only tightened around you as her eyes looked down at your lips, then back up to your eyes, then back to your chest.

That's when she kissed you. But it was more than that. She was devouring you. Her lips crashed with yours, pulling your wrists above your head as you were pushed against the tiled wall of the locker room. She was possessive, pulling you into the kiss with a sheer intensity that you weren’t sure if you’d even taken a breath. She pulls your lips between her teeth, biting down hard enough to make you wince before softening the blow with her tongue, dragging it along the indents her teeth had made.

You melted into her, one hand keeping your hands above your head as her other hand brushed accidentally against your chest, your nipples hardening to her touch almost immediately. You’d kissed people before, but never like this. You knew at this moment you would do anything to have her. She felt your body react, this time purposefully brushing against your hardened nubs, over and over again until you couldn’t help but whimper into her mouth, earning you a small chuckle from the older woman.

When she finally pulled back, there was a huge glint of satisfaction in her eyes. She wanted nothing else but to corrupt you, she wanted to make you hers and mould you exactly how she wanted you. She could tell that you were desperate, she could practically feel the heat radiating from between your legs. You were silently pleading for her to feel how wet she had made you, gather your arousal and drag it across your lips, letting you taste how desperate you are for her. She could see it in your eyes, begging to be touched.

“You’ll have to impress me first.” She said, her tone teasing, but there was something darker that had replaced the softer tone she had spoken with yesterday. You smile bashfully as you grab your top, actually wearing the full outfit before she spanks your ass in a silent way to get you to hurry up and follow her out onto the courts.

The sun hung low on the horizon as you found yourself standing in front of the tennis courts again, the new racket in your hand, the freshly fitted tennis skirt making your legs feel exposed. You hadn’t dared question Agatha's desire to dress you up, but you couldn’t even deny to yourself that you were enjoying it.

Agatha stood on the opposite side of the court, watching you with a smirk playing on her lips. Her posture was perfect, relaxed, but there was an edge to her gaze that was making you unable to focus. The gaze, and the aching between your legs.

“Let’s see if you can keep up this time,” she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation.

You nodded, trying to steady your nerves, but her gaze was like a flame, setting you on fire from the inside. As she tossed the tennis ball into the air and hit it over the net, you instinctively ran to meet it, racket in hand. You swung, but missed. The ball sailed past you with ease, and you winced, frustration building.

Agatha raised an eyebrow, her lips curling in a teasing smirk. “Not a very good start. You need to focus, sweetheart.”

Your face flushed at her words, her sarcasm cutting through the air with ease. You wanted to impress her, to show her you were capable. But every time you swung, every time you tried, the ball either flew past you or landed awkwardly in the wrong spot.

Agatha wasn’t letting up. She was all focused now, and her presence was making it harder for you to concentrate. Every time she called out corrections, she was right there, her body close enough that you could feel her breath on your neck as she adjusted your form.

"Don't just swing, darling. You need control." She was behind you now, guiding your arms with hers. Her fingers slid over yours, her breath warm against your ear as she spoke, the proximity making your pulse quicken.

“Move your hips. Pivot.” Her voice was soft now, but there was no mistaking the way she spoke, like she was trying to teach you something more than just tennis.

With each correction, her body was closer. Her hands were on you more. And the longer you stood there, trying to concentrate on the lesson, the harder it was to ignore the growing heat between your legs, the way your body responded to every touch.

Agatha watched you carefully, her eyes never leaving you. She was in control. And you? You were struggling. You felt like you weren’t improving at all, and the more you failed, the more agitated she seemed to become.

“I told you,” she said, her voice low and cold now, “Focus. Do you want to impress me or not?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from muttering a soft curse under your breath, frustration and embarrassment burning in your chest. You gripped the racket tighter, your fingers beginning to ache from the tension. You missed the ball again and you could feel the rage inside of your building.

“You’re not even trying.”

With that you threw the racket to the ground, sighing in exasperation and defeat. This didn’t go down too well with Agatha. “Pick it up.”

You did as she said, bending down seductively in front of her, knowing that the curve of your ass was visible to her, and you swear you heard a moan escape her lips, but you weren't sure if you’d imagined it.

“Throw the racket again, and you’ll regret it,” Agatha warned, her eyes narrowing. There was a hardness in her tone that made you freeze.

You quickly adjusted, trying to focus on her words, on the way she was guiding your body with hers. But you were growing more and more flustered as the lesson went on, her every movement, every touch, driving you to the edge.

When the lesson finally finished, Agatha’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You did better than I expected,” she teased.

You nodded, grateful for the praise, even if it felt faint in comparison to the tension that still lingered in your chest.

“You need to cool off after all that?” Agatha asked, her eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“The pool’s closed,” you muttered, your mind still foggy from the lesson, from everything that had just happened.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling up into a grin. “Well, mine isn’t.”

And with that, she took a step closer, her eyes locking with yours.

“Come with me,” she said softly, her voice a low invitation, a promise.

The words hung in the air, thick with implication. The pull between you two was undeniable now, and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

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