Loki often found himself in strange situations. It goes with being a god and he still hasn't exactly got the hang of that. But being pinned underneath an Umbra Witch is something new. That's not to say he didn't enjoy it — it's probably his favorite way to be compromised. But it still takes some getting used to when Bayonetta is running her hands down his sides and she's grinding against his ass.
He knew fighting got her all hot and bothered but he never realized just how much killing angels got her worked up.
"H-hey, love, a-are you sure we should be doing this here?" he turns his head to look back at her. She's sitting against his ass, on hand on the center of his back and the other against his hip. He's face first on the concrete and the air still smells of angel blood.
Sure, they're in Purgatorio but that doesn't change the fact that they are still in the middle of a city square. It's late enough that most of the humans have left, which is why they ended up taking the fight that had originally been on the rooftops into the city streets. However that doesn't change the fact that they are very much in public.
Bayonetta hums in the back of her throat, fingers slipping under his hoodie that has rode up, "Would you rather I stop?"
Loki swallows. He'll take what he can get with Bayonetta. He's pretty positive it only keeps ending up like this because he's the only one around when she gets this way. And to be honest, he loves being under her too much to risk it.
She takes his silence as an answer, "You can be real naughty sometimes, Loki," and just hearing her say his name sends a shiver down his spine. She chuckles, nipping his ear before pushing herself away from him. Before he can even comprehend anything, she's standing back up.
Loki sits himself up and turns around to look at her, eyebrow raised but, at this point, he knows better than to question her. She winks at him, running her hands down her sides. It's an action he's seen plenty of times but when it's directed at him it makes his pulse race. As her hands move downward, her outfit disappeared as her hands pass over her skin. She pauses at her hips, leaving her upper body completely nude.
"T-that's a neat trick, love," Loki meets her eyes, trying to keep his composure. She chuckles and leans close to him, their lips inches apart. He wants to kiss her but doesn't; he knows her games too well at this point. Her hands find his hips and pull him close before she climbs into his lap.
"The show has only begun," she whispers, voice thick.
He groans slightly and moves his own hands to her hips. He rubs circles on her skin, his left hand slowly moving upward until he's massaging her breast. There's a slight tremble in his touch but when Bayonetta moans slightly, it's all the reassurance he needs. His fingers brush her nipples and she rocks in his lap with a quiet hiss. She grabs his other hand and moves it down her outer leg; the rest of her clothing dissolving back into her hair.
He doesn't need any guidance from there and as one hand tugs on her nipple, his other moves to her cunt. She tilts her hips up for him and he pushes two fingers inside of her. He leans his head down, pulling her other nipple into his mouth and she digs her nails into his shoulder. He finds his pace easily as he thrusts his fingers. He loses himself to the sensation of her walls clenching around his fingers and her breath panting in his ear until she grabs his wrist.
Loki meets her eyes and the look of pure lust in them makes his stomach twist. "Ready for the main event, love?"
Bayonetta licks her lips and slides off his lap. She winks, running her hand down her stomach and between her legs. When she pulls her hands back up, a belt materializes out of her hair and hooks around her hips. She's left holding the cock of a rubber strap-on in her hands. Loki's eyes darken as he takes it in.
"Want to go for a ride, little god?" she purrs, leaning back.
He kicks off his shoes, tugging his pants and boxers off before closing the distance between the two of them. She pulls him close, one hand pushing his hoodie up so she can play with his nipple and the other darting between his legs. He groans as she fingers him, making sure he's ready but they both know he's wet enough — Bayonetta just likes to tease.
"Been practicing new tricks, I see," Loki whispers, reaching down to pull her hand away from his cunt. He brings it up and kisses her palm before angling himself above her dildo. He meets her eyes and slowly lowers himself onto her.
Bayonetta hisses, digging her nails into his hip. It's part of her after all — she can feel everything. Loki bites his lip as he takes in the rest of her before stilling. She moves her thumb in a circle against his hip while he adjusts. His face is flustered but once he's able to even out his breathing he starts to move. At first he just rolls his hips softly, trying to figure out what pace is best for both of them. He watches Bayonetta's face carefully so that he doesn't miss each flash of pleasure in her eyes.
The whole situation is...embarrassing to say the least.
He raises himself up before sinking back down onto her sharply. His knees ache against the concrete but the feeling of fullness keeps him moving. She meets his thrusts, her hips arching up and her nails leaving marks on his hips. He's light-headed and they both know he won't last long. Bayonetta sits up slightly so that she can help him move.
"Touch yourself, little god," she whispers, licking her lips. The dildo doesn't move like a real cock but Loki knows she's close too from the way her voice deepens. He brings one of his hands to his clit, rubbing it quickly in time with her thrusts. She purrs, a deep sound from the back of her throat and he has to twist his eyes shut. The look of her under him is just too much.
Her name leaves his lips in a sharp moan and the air around them crackles with energy. Bayonetta trusts up sharply, sitting up fully and tugging back Loki's head by his braids. She nips at his lower lip and he hisses. He brings his hands up to her chest and ducks his head away from her to take her nipple into his mouth. She rocks her hips roughly and tosses her head back, nails scratching his scalp.
"You gonna cum, love?" he asks, just barely able to kept the tremble out of his voice. He punctuates his question with a sharp bite just under her breast.
"Don't get cocky now," she pants, squeezing her hand between them to roll his clit between her fingers. She feels him clench around her and smirks.
Loki has no quick comeback, all thoughts becoming foggy as they move together. The air is thick with both of their powers. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders if it will attract trouble but that dies quickly as she pinches his clit again. Bayonetta's breathing is just as heavy and he can't concentrate enough to continue teasing her breasts; all of his strength is going into keeping up with her pace. He's shaking in her grasp and she gives his hair a tug, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Look at me when you cum," she whispers, voice betraying her own closeness.
He hisses when she tightens her grip on his hair but then she presses her thumb against his clit harder than before. That, mixed with a sharp thrust, is the last thing he needs before he's gasping and shaking. Her name leaves his lips like a prayer but he's still able to comprehend her clinging to him tightly and cursing as well. Bayonetta cums a few moments after him, the feeling of him tightening around her false cock drawing her over the edge.
They are both silent as they catch their breath before Loki untangles himself from her and stumbles to stand up. She helps him with a chuckle and the dildo disappears as her normal attire reforms. He redresses himself with as much grace as he can manage, face still flustered and thighs sticky, as Bayonetta watches him with amusement.
Upon seeing the glitter in her eyes, he scoffs, straightening his hoodie. "I'm gonna pretend that that strap on you just pegged me with wasn't made out of your own hair."
She just smirks at him.