Prompt: Lending a Hand (Digimon) (Patreon)

Summary: Bored in class with nothing to do but watch her boyfriend, Izzy, finish their work, Mimi decides to have a bit of fun with him. He doesn't put up much of a resistance, and she doesn't stop, not even as someone begins enjoying their show. Includes: Public sex, handjobs, and smut

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Mimi loved Izzy. 

She loved his grin when he learned something that could help them in their adventures. She loved his determined stare when he was trying to hack a motherboard, or whatever the proper term was.She loved how he would glance at her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. 

She was, but she only bothered to let him know about half the time

Yes, Mimi loved Izzy, but love doesn’t always include comprehension. She loved the little geek, but she certainly didn’t understand how he could sit in class and actually pay attention to everything the teacher said in class.

School seemed to go on forever, and Mimi wanted nothing more than to just slide everything off of her desk and walk out with a huff. She was tired. She was exhausted. Worst of all, she was bored out of her mind as the teacher droned on and on about… something or other.

Izzy was enraptured by the older woman, listening with every word and taking notes without even looking at his paper. How he was able to do that was beyond Mimi. 

Mimi’s head was held up by a tired hand as her eyes fluttered, slowly closing, before shooting open, only to fall shut once more. Her head almost fell from the palm of her hand, when a loud clap woke her up. She jumped in her seat, gasping as the teacher glared at her, ruler in hand.

“Thank you for joining us again, Miss Tachikawa. I hope I didn’t ruin your beauty sleep.” Mimi blushed as some of her classmates laughed at her. Izzy gave her a sympathetic smile as the teacher turned her head, yelling to the class. “Alright, everyone. Pair up and work on the assignment together.”

The teacher walked away from Mimi and returned to her desk as students began to group up together. Mimi still had a faint shade of crimson on her cheeks as she looked at Izzy. Neither asked if the other wanted to pair up. The couple already knew what the other answer.

“Why did you wake me?” Mimi huffed, pushing her desk against Izzy’s. He did the same as he apologized.

“Sorry. I didn’t even noticed. I was too focused on what the teacher was saying.” Mimi rolled her eyes. She loved Izzy, but he certainly could be oblivious. Too focused on his work to remember he had a girlfriend who needed attention and affection… and a warning before the teacher found her sleeping.

“It’s alright. Let’s just get through this assignment.”

Both of their desks were connected with the other as Mimi and Izzy looked over the papers handed to them. They looked over the questions as the beautiful brunette pouted. 

More boring work. Today felt like it would never end… She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and held back a sigh. This class wasn’t even half over. Mimi tried looking over the questions, but her exhausted head groaned with pain at even trying to make sense of it. It might as well have been in another language.

Which was fine, seeing as Izzy seemed right in his element. He worked on the paper for both of them, and in the back of her mind, Mimi knew she had the perfect boyfriend.

Hm. Actually, she should be rewarding him for being such a good boyfriend, and maybe kill two birds with one stone. If Mimi played her cards right, Izzy would be paying attention to her again and not boring schoolwork.

It wasn’t a bad idea. Naughty, yes, but not bad. Mimi smirked, before quickly hiding it behind a more subtle smile. 

“It looks hard,” Mimi commented, inching closer. 

“It’s all about remembering the formulas. I’d be happy to show them to you, if you want.”  

“Mmm. That sounds nice.” Her hand fell on his lap, rubbing his leg, and he didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept prattling on about equations and formulas, and other dull subjects. It was cute, honestly, and seeing him so focused on trying to teach her made Mimi’s heart swell with love.

But alas, it was time for Izzy to stop working and for something else to swell.

The look on his face when he realized Mimi’s hand was stroking his crotch was utterly adorable. He was blushing, mouth hanging open as he stared at her, eyes as big as dinner plates. Mimi leaned towards him, pecking his cheek as her free hand propped up one the textbook they were using. It hid them for the most part, not to mention they were in the back of the class so that made them easy to forget. 

Easy for them to have some alone time.

“M-Mimi, what are-?” She pecked his lips, silencing him as his cheeks burned brighter. 

“You know exactly what I’m doing,” she whispered. She leaned to his ear, gently blowing her warm breath against it. “Question is, what are you going to do about it?”

Izzy grabbed her wrist, but his hold was weak and flimsy. Mimi’s hand could still move, and she rubbed her fingers against his crotch, feeling his penis just under the clothes. He was getting harder with every passing moment, forming a tent out of his pants.

“M-Mimi,” he muttered, eyes falling to his desk as he trembled. “S-stop…” His voice was weak, and he shivered as her fingers began to pull down his zipper. 

“Make me,” she replied, watching as his red boxers slipped out of his open pants. His erection was stretching the crimson fabric, and Mimi smiled as she greeted the penis with a gentle caress. “You’re wearing the pair I bought you. You’re so sweet.”

“Mimi…” 

She ignored him, reaching into his pants and wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft. Izzy was certainly a grower. Most people wouldn’t expect him to be so thick and long, but Izzy was a giant in the cock department. Another reason Mimi loved him.

The brunette went up and down the shaft, rubbing the soft fabric along Izzy’s dick as he bit his lower lip. He let out a low grunt, and Mimi noticed someone moving out of the corner of her eyes. Her hand froze as she peeked over the propped up book. Izzy tried to follow her, but she gave his dick a gentle squeeze, telling him not to move.

Mimi looked around the classroom, making sure no one was looking at her and her boyfriend. Despite the fear, there was a strange thrill. The danger of being caught made Mimi’s heart race, and beads of sweat went down her forehead as she took long, deep breaths.

No one was looking at them, but Mimi’s eyes kept scouring over the class as her hand continued to play with Izzy’s penis. She rubbed the palm of her hand against his tip, feeling it press against her hand as she smiled. Izzy let out a quiet moan, before he bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. 

Mimi felt something wet touch her hand, and she glanced down, almost giggling when she realized Izzy was leaking precum against her hand and staining his own boxers. It wasn’t that the young woman liked humiliating or embarrassing her boyfriend, it was just… well, maybe she enjoyed it just a bit. 

She made a promise in the back of her mind to make it up to her boyfriend, before she pressed her body against Izzy’s, letting him feel her breasts rubbing against his arm. She kissed his cheek, and that simple gesture made him blush once again, staring at her. While he was distracted, she slipped her hand into his boxers and freed his cock, letting the girthy cock pop free from its cloth prison.

“Mimi, we shouldn’t,” he muttered, looking into her predatory eyes, only to glance away. It was like a sheep trying to stare down a wolf. It just made him more delicious to Mimi.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, raising her brow as her gaze fell upon his erection. He was at nearly full mast, his veiny prick throbbing as she wrapped her fingers around the base. Her thumb and middle finger couldn’t even touch each other as she slowly stroked the shaft.

“N-no,” Izzy admitted, moaning again as he leaned forward. His hand released hers, and she had full control and freedom to do whatever she wanted to her boyfriend. He closed his eyes as Mimi’s hand bobbed up and down. She was happy to focus on his cock, but she caught something out of the corner of her eyes again.

A subtle movement. This time Mimi was able to catch where it was coming from. It was the girl right in front of the two, the one who handed them her papers. Mimi recognized her, and it took only a moment for her to remember the other girl’s name was Ikumi. 

Ikumi was a pretty girl that Mimi had only a few interactions with over the school year. She was a taller girl, and she had long, almost violet hair that hung down to her shoulders in a stylishly messy fashion. Ikumi had her head turned to the side, and it looked like she was staring at Mimi and Izzy with one hazel eye.

Did she see what they were doing? Mimi wasn’t sure. Maybe she was just staring off into space? Maybe she didn’t even realize she was staring. Did the propped up book hide Izzy’s cock? Did the desk? As these questions raced through Mimi’s head, her hand took on a mind of its own. 

It didn’t stop playing with Izzy. No, if anything, the danger of being found out spurred it onward. Mimi’s fingers stroked and caressed Izzy’s smooth skin, gently rubbing against the underside of his shaft, and even slipping into his boxers to gently rub his balls. Everything the hand did, it did to pleasure Izzy, and the redhead was soon panting, eyes shut as he humped Mimi’s hand. 

Ikumi looked away again, talking with her partner as Mimi raised a brow. The violet-haired woman let out a laugh with her fellow student, before the two focused back on their work, ignorant of Mimi’s stares. 

“Hmm…”

“M-Mimi, s-slow down.”

Oh, she hadn’t even realized what her hand was doing. Mimi blushed as she slowed her hand down. It had been like a machine going out of control, jerking Izzy’s cock faster and harder, clearly trying to pump him dry. It felt good against her skin, and judging by Izzy’s reaction, he was reacting similarly. 

Mimi slowed her hand down until it almost wasn’t moving, just giving slow, long caresse against Izzy’s cock. He moaned, precum leaking out of the head of his dick. The tiny drops fell onto his boxers or on the ground as Izzy let out another moan, unable to control himself.

This time Mimi was sure Ikumi heard them. She jumped in her seat, shaking after Izzy moaned. It was subtle, but it was obvious. Ikumi heard him, and she was probably hearing the quiet, wet sounds of precum pooling on the tip of Izzy’s dick. The squishy, and moist sounds were clear to Izzy and Mimi, but they were probably like a soft tickle for Ikumi.

She turned her head, glancing at the two again, watching them as if she was afraid she was just imagining things. Mimi told herself not to. She told herself to stop. What if they got caught? 

But Mimi was always more of a ‘follow your heart,’ type, and her heart was racing with excitement, filled with desire and beautiful, wonderful fear. The threat of being caught was a rush for her at this point as Izzy’s precum dripped onto her hand, helping her lube his cock up.

And Ikumi… When she looked at them, her cheeks were flushed with shock and embarrassment, but she didn’t say anything. Her lips parted as her gaze lingered, staring at Mimi as Izzy legs twitched and shivered. That same shade of red on her cheeks painted her neck and ears, and stole her breath away, leaving her panting. 

Her partner was ignorant, working on the assignment as she talked about something that Ikumi clearly wasn’t listening to. Ikumi’s attention was on Mimi and Izzy, and the messy-haired woman bit her lower lip as Izzy moaned again. Mimi smiled, staring right into Ikumi’s eyes, and the other woman gasped as she realized Mimi had caught her spying.

But Mimi’s smile sent a message. Ikumi wasn’t in trouble, as long as she didn’t make any trouble for Izzy and Mimi. 

Mimi’s hand wrapped tightly against his cock, holding it as she began to quicken her pace. Up and down, faster and faster, squeezing his dick as her other hand slipped into his pants to caress his balls. Mimi even began kissing his neck, licking and sucking on the soft flesh, making sure to leave several hickies to remind Izzy he belonged to him. 

Izzy was crumbling under her attack. Her lips and tongue, her soft hand, her gentle caresses. His mouth opened as he gasped, moaning as Mimi pumped his cock. Ikumi saw all of this, her hazel eyes wide as she listened to every sound, saw every inch of pleasured, quivering flesh. The woman was clearly a virgin from the way she was staring, maybe even a bit of a prude once upon a time, but Mimi could clearly see how much she was enjoying the show.

As her boyfriend moaned, Mimi glanced at Ikumi, watching her swallow spit down her throat. She trembled on her seat, gyrating her hips, rubbing her ass against the cold seat as her thighs pressed tightly together.

She had a hand over her heart. Ikumi’s fingers brushed against her breast as Mimi grinned. She gave Izzy’s neck a bit, before she pushed him over the edge. Her hand bobbed up and down, stroking every weak spot she knew he had, as she began to whisper in his ear.

“I want you to fuck me, Izzy. Hold me down, and fuck me. Make me yours. Make your moaning, shaking, little slut. Forever and ever. I’m yours.”

“Ahh…!”

“Do you want me, Izzy? Do you want to fuck me?”

“Y-yes!” He bit his lower lip, trying to keep his voice down as Ikumi squeezed her legs together and closed her eyes. 

“Then cum for me.”

His chair scratched against the ground as he leaned back. He pushed his back against his chair as he leaned his head down. Mimi didn’t even have to touch him to get into that position, and she pulled back and grinned as her boyfriend hit his climax.

He came, and he sprayed himself with semen, shooting it onto his boxers and pants, staining his shirt, but best of all, his geyser of cum shot onto his face, falling and leaving a white residue on his cheek. The glob of sticky cum trickled down his face, marking his red cheeks as he quivered. 

As Izzy came all over himself, panting and riding the aftershocks of pleasure, Mimi glanced at Ikumi. The other girl was shaking, staring at the cum on Izzy’s face as Mimi gave a wink, her lips curled into a seductive and commanding smirk.

Ikumi was facing forward, trying to control her breathing by the time Izzy came back to reality. He was trying to catch his breath, opening his eyes to see his girlfriend’s smiling face. He frowned, and this time he was able to pull her hand off of his dick.

Before he could say anything though, she just giggled and smiled. “Don’t be mad. Our audience sure seemed to enjoy the show.”

“A-audience?” Izzy squeaked, looking around the classroom with cheeks and neck as red as his hair. “W-who?”

Mimi just giggled, leaning closer to him and licking up some bits of cum on his face. She left the biggest on him for now, enjoying the sight of it going down his face. “That’s my little secret,” she teased, before kissing her boyfriend’s cheek.