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The more you knew about Bill, the more confused you were about him. Such an odd being he was. He seemed like the most uncaring demon in the universe, but the smallest things would send him spiraling. He would complain about the most minor inconveniences and be totally fine in the worst ones! Was this a demon thing? Or was this just a Bill Cipher thing?
Again, he was complaining about the Wi-Fi turning off. You sighed, grabbing the computer from him.
“HEY! Give that back!” He turned red, trying to grab it from you.
“I’m trying to fix it cipher! Just hold on” You scowled back at him, turning away and typing away on the computer to reconnect the Wi-Fi.
“I was JUST about to buy an organ off the web but, hey! Wow, I guess ‘Google’ doesn’t like that, huh?” He complained, crossing his arms. He floated next to you, peering over.
“You’re taking too long” He muttered, hands mashing on the keyboard. You gasped, growling in anger and grabbing his side forcefully. “Hey, hey! You're going to break my laptop!” You yelled, absolutely now done with his shit. Bill Cipher gasped, eye-widening when you grabbed his side, propelling him back onto the bed and him instantly going to clutch his side and wince.
You turned, face turning bright red from the whimper you just heard from him. What…just happened? Bill whined, leaned forward, and mumbled to himself. He was flushed, sweating, and rubbing his side to try to ease the pain.
“Are your…sides sensitive?” you began to snicker.
“NO SHIT SHERLOCK!” He yelled at you, his loud voice booming through the room. He almost looked like he was going to cry. You immediately felt bad.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” You went closer to him, gently moving his hand away and putting your own on his side. He suddenly gasped again, eye shutting tightly and inhaling. You looked at him, confused.
“...A-are you ok?” You asked, reddening. What did you just do to him? He was clutching his fists, holding his breath and opening his eye, darting away and taking your hand off the side.
“...” He was definitely embarrassed, arms crossing against his sides and looking away.
“Yes” He finally said, trying to not show his utter embarrassment.
“It didn’t…sound like you were ok” You flushed, gritting your teeth in embarrassment. “I- didn’t mean to touch you like that, Bill…” You looked away. “I really didn’t know”.
Bill shut his eye, grumbling. “It’s fine, It's FINE! It really doesn’t matter” He frowned. “Don’t make a big deal out of this, sweet cheeks. I swear to gods if you use this against me, I will disassemble your molecules” He barked at you, hand stretching over you to grab the laptop. He went back to exploring the web.
You sat away from him, still staring at him. You were curious about how defensive he got. Just how sensitive were his sides?
He was focused on the laptop.
Time to strike.
You scooted behind him, him eyeing you.
“Wha are you-” You put both of your hands on his sides, gliding them down sensually. He jerked, gasping and shutting his eye, “H-H-Ey! I told yOU! T-they are SensiTIVE!” He declared, gripping the sheets and breathing heavily. You bit your lip, rubbing his sides and looking down at him. “I know” You mumbled, leaning in against him and resting your head against his top side. He was trying to control his breath, leaning back against you when you would press harder. He went silent, the first you have ever seen from him. All you could hear was his harsh breathing against your skin and the rise and fall of his body against yours.
“You really like this, huh?” You asked softly, mumbling. He nodded, blushing terribly and looking away in embarrassment.
“Should I…keep going?” You whispered. His eye opened, turning around, so he was facing you. He grabbed your shirt, pushing you against him and your hands harder against his sides.
“Yes yes…K-keep going. Gods, keep going, don’t stop, or I will kill yo- hgh!”
You began rubbing against the sides, moving your hands down lower and going against his bottom side, rubbing. He bucked against you. You gasped yourself, looking down at him in wonder. He was grabbing your shirt, undoubtedly trying to hold in his noises. You went back up to his bottom tips, pinching one. He actually *moaned*, arching his ‘back’ and hiding his front in your shirt. You heard him mumbling swears, making you flush.
“Fuck fuck” He yanked away, heavily breathing. “Make it hurt. Please, sunspot” He gasped out, panting. “Please, that felt so good. Do it” He laughed, voice hoarse.
This triangle was really breaking down at just a touch? He surprised you every day.
You bit your lip, nodding and going back to his sides, pinching and roughly stroking them. He began to shake, gasping and leaning forward, claws coming out and ripping your shirt. You cursed lightly, almost stopping to yell at Bill for ruining your shirt but containing yourself.
He began to rock more against you, bucking up and trying to chase some sort of release. You went with his rhythm, going faster when he got rougher with you.
With one more stroke, he clenched his eye tightly and pulled you close to him, arms wrapping around your waist as you gasped. He shook, letting out a whole moan. He covered his eye, trying to stop the noise from coming out, but it was too late.
He calmed down, gasping. His hue was shining, the room glowing with energy and light. He seemed to get brighter when he came, dimming down when he let go of your body. You scooted away, trying to let bill adjust himself. He clenched onto his knees, eye-opening up slightly and inhaling.
“... ANYWAY!” He breathed out, recomposing himself and readjusting his Bow tie. “Back to what I was doing” He exhaled, voice a little shaky from the previous events.
You stared at him, blushing. “Y-you really are going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you asked. He nodded.
“Absolutely”