Sweet (smut)

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TW: Aimie & Genesis, it's smut so all of that stuff which comes with smut, sexual harassment, aimie being aimie

"Meow," Aimie purred, nuzzling her girlfriend.

"Hey Aimie," Genesis cooed, putting down her phone. Aimie slid onto her lap, and the two shared a kiss.

"How was the show?" Gen asked, cuddling her.

"Crowd was incredible!"

"That's good to hear. Shall we leave?"

Aimie was only required for the afternoon show since Grace was scheduled to cover her for the night performance, and she was no longer required backstage.

"Mhm," she mumbled, throwing the items on her dressing table in her bag.

"Rest, sweetheart. I'll pack for you," Genesis whispered, picking Aimie up and putting her on the chair gently. Aimie smiled dizzily, watching Genesis pack for her.


The journey to the tube station was the same as always, the pair of them getting stares and confused looks. Genesis knew it was because of how clear it was to everyone that they were dating (their styles spoke for themselves) but Aimie continued to believe that it was because of how energetic and bouncy she was, and therefore decided to only do the same.

"Aimie, slow down," Genesis giggled, watching Aimie skip leaps and bounds away from her. Since it was out of rush hour, the station was practically empty, Aimie didn't feel the need to compose herself, so of course, she'd be jumping about everywhere.

Of course, barely any people still meant that there were people there.

One man. One fucking man was walking beside Genesis, watching Aimie hungrily.

This wasn't the first time. While Aimie was being Aimie, doing Aimie things which Aimie would do like the Aimie she was, Genesis always had to be on alert for predators making prey out of her girlfriend. Aimie seemed too oblivious (Genesis wanted to keep it that way), but Genesis couldn't risk her girlfriend getting hurt, only because she wanted to be herself.

"Aimie, stop when you get to the escalator," Genesis warned, watching Aimie (who was getting ready to slide down the handlebar altogether). She picked up the pace, sighing under her breath as she noticed the man doing the same. So much so that he was almost jogging, trying to reach Aimie before she did herself.

"Why?" Aimie shouted, and Genesis groaned. It wasn't only the fear that Aimie was alone, but also the fact that she was wearing a mini skirt. With no shorts underneath.

Maiya needed a spare pair since she left her clothes at home again, meaning that Aimie was solely unprotected.

"Aimie, come and help me with your bag. It's rather cumbersome," Genesis called, and Aimie came bounding happily back to her girlfriend. "Put this on, as well," she said, pulling out Aimie's oversized jumper. She'd allowed Aimie to take it off because of the weather, but at this point, Aimie was wearing basically nothing.

"What? But Geni it's so hot!"

"Aimie you're wearing a top which barely covers your boobs and a skirt which barely goes past your thighs. Put something on."

"But it's hot!" she whined.

"You can take it off when we get home. Now come on."

Genesis pretended to not notice how the man stopped right beside them, pretending to check his phone. She rolled her eyes.

"Stay beside me at all times, okay?"

"Even on the escalator?"

Genesis groaned. "You're right, let's take the lift."

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