This is inspired by a one shot by the name of Pretty, by IWrteFicNotTragedies. (Go read it.) Thank you so much for writing such moving and captivating stories. I love reading them, and hope you update more. (P.S, IWrteFicNotTragedies, I'm sorry is this is really similar to yours, I just aspire to be able to write like you do, and yeah.) But anyways, enjoy!

WARNING: Slightly kinky. . . ?

Nico POV

He saw. Will saw me. He knows. He saw, he's mad, he's going to hate me. I should just leave. I'm a disappointment. Will won't love me now that he knows.

"Nico!" Another pound on the door followed my name. "Nico, please!" Will's voice had already passed sounding desperate. It was so much more. "Nico, open the door!"
I didn't move, only twisted my hands into my obsidian hair, and squeezed my dark eyes shut.
"Nico, I'm your boyfriend, let me in! Unlock the door!" He shouted, once against slamming his fist onto the wood.
I opened my eyes, staring at the denim that hugged tightly to my thighs, the light shade of purple suddenly appalling.
"Nico, open the fucking door!" I jolted, eyes widening as I turned and looked at the door. Will never swore. A shiver of fear raced through me, and I swallowed around the lump in my throat.
"I'll find a way to get in Nico! I swear it!"
I didn't reply, but a sob escaped my throat. I heard a gently thud, and knew Will was resting his forehead against the thin wood.
"I'll go and get a blacksmith to make a key!" He threatened, but his voice was hollow.
I still didn't move, but my hands fisted into my blouse's loose bottom.
"Fine! If you won't open the door, I'll break it down!" I heard him step back, and gasped as I watched the wood shake on its hinges, hearing Will's grunt of pain.
I sat frozen, watching as Will slammed into it three more times. On the fourth hit, he stayed against the door, pressing his cheek to it. I heard him slide down the grainy oak door, and lean against it.
"Please." I heard him whisper, and more tears fell down my face. But I didn't get up.

"Nico, open the damn door this instant." I tensed at his voice. It was strong, not like the begging tone from before, but demanding, direct and instructive. I had to bite my lip to stop the whimper from escaping.
"Nico, I said open the door." I heard him stand back up, and the doorknob jiggled.
"You've been so good baby, why stop now? Do I need to punish you?" His voice had taken on a seductive, alluring tone, as well as a warning edge.
I froze. How. How'd he know about that? I'd never even talked to him about it.
"C'mon baby-boy. I know you wouldn't want that."
I shuddered, shifting in the suddenly even tighter skinny jeans.
"Baby, now." He snapped, and before I could stop myself, I was on the other side of the room. I unlocked the door, and was going to run back, away from Will, when I felt muscled arms wrap around me, pulling me into a sturdy chest, and I squeaked as my back hit his shirt covered abdomen.

"There you are, baby. Let me see you."
He pulled back slightly, turning me around. I blushed under his gaze, looking at my feet. And then it hit me. Again. I looked down at myself, the blush fading immediately, a frown replacing my timid smile, tears once again filling my eyes.

I was wearing pastel purple skinny jeans, with a white blouse. Blouse above - but without the breasts 😇 The blouse had half sleeves that barely covered my shoulders, and hugged my body until my waist, where it flared a bit.

I felt Will's warm hand on my chin, tilting my face back up. His smirk fell, replaced by a worried frown. "Hey, what's wrong? Nico?"
I shrugged, pulling my face away from his hand, and looking back at the floor, my bare feet shifting on the carpet.
Will's frown deepened, and he pulled me to him. I gripped his shirt, closing my eyes. As my nose brushed his neck, Will shivered, and held me tighter.

"Nico, you know there's nothing wrong with this, right?"
I pulled back, searching his eyes. "Really?" My voice was small, scared.
"Yes, of course it's OK!"
"You, you still love me? Even though I dress like a girl?"
His jaw dropped, before he cupped my face, tilting it upwards. "Nico, I love you so much it's scary, and no matter what you think I won't like about you, I love. I love you. And also," His smirk was back. "I think you look pretty darn hot."
I was crying and blushing by the end of his small speech, and because I couldn't produce words, I stood on tiptoes, and pressed my lips to his. Will's hands slid down my sides, resting on my hips, which he seemed to have a fascination with, always gripping them when he could.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, so lost in the taste and feel of him, I didn't notice we were moving until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Will bit my lip, tugging my hair and I moaned. He laughed against my lips, and I blushed. That was a new one for me.

I fell onto the bed with a gasp, being pushed into the middle of the queen mattress. Will stood at the end of the bed, just looking at me, his hungry gaze once again making the jeans a size smaller.
"Look at you baby, all pretty in your clothes."
I shivered, and he climbed back on top of me. When his lips met mine again, the kiss was much different from our other. This one was rushed, hungry, Our mouths moved in a rush of tongues and clacking teeth, lust taking over.

"Merda, shit D-Will," I whimpered, as his hand pressed against the jean's zipper. I froze after hastily correcting myself, and felt Will groan, vibrations shooting through my sweet spot on my neck, making me whimper.
Will's lips pulled away with a gently pop, revealing a dark purple bruise. He looked at me, his gaze slightly surprised, but not upset, and I couldn't contain my gasp at the look in his eyes. The usually clear cerulean blue was dark, swirling with not only lust, but love.
"What was that?" I could hear the tease in his voice, and I bit my lip in embarrassment. I didn't say anything, which turned out to be the wrong idea. His hands made quick work of my clothes, stripping me to my boxer briefs, yet gently folded the pants and shirt, a small smile on his face.
I yelped, as he suddenly hovered back over me, growling lowly in my ear, his hand pressed against my stomach. "C'mon baby-boy, you can't keep it in forever."
I whimpered, but felt better, knowing Will didn't hate me for this strange thing I had.

"D-da-" I choked, shaking my head, pushing him off of me. I couldn't say it. More like, I can't bring myself to type it. . . Oh well. Will immediately backed off, his gaze once again full of concern. But I could clearly see his arousal, and guilt filled me, knowing he must be in pain, and was stopping because I couldn't say a fucking word.
"I'm sorry." I said, tears welling again.
"No, Nico, it's OK. Hey, I know this is hard. I know I didn't find out about you dressing in girl's clothes in the best way - having walked in on you, but you need to know you can trust me. And we're talking about this. Actually, we should do that now, since we're not getting anything else done." He let out a chuckle, and I blushed, sitting up.
"OK." I whispered, crossing my legs. Will crawled behind me, resting his back against the headboard, opening his arms for me. I scooted backwards, letting myself be pulled into Will, who was shirtless. When did that happen?

"Nico, do you, do you think you're trans? Because I'll love you no matter what. I'm bi, so that helps." Will chuckled awkwardly, and I turned to look at him, giving him a small smile.
"No. I, I'm not trans. I just, I feel more confident you know? Like, I can do things I couldn't otherwise."

Will nodded, his fingers trailing my pale thighs. Another place he seemed to have an attraction too. That, and aside from my hips, my spine. He always touched me in those placed when he had the chance, his fingers lingering. Right now, his fingers flitted over the reminiscence of his love bites that lined my defined v-line, following the trial down on fading marks with his right hand, while his left was laying on my thigh, before tracing over my 6-pack, and moving back to my thigh.

"Shit, Nico, you're gorgeous." He breathed in my ear, and my eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his hands caressing my body. Yeah, we've slept together before, but he's never taken this much time to explore my body with not only his hands, but his eyes.
"Really?"
"Don't sound so surprised Love, you're stunning."
I blushed, hiding my face in my hands. That caused my to lean forwards, and Will's breathing hitched as he ran his hands along my spine.
I heard him groan quietly, as he pulled my back to his chest again, his hands back on my thighs.

"Nico, have you ever tried a skirt?"
I turned red, but shook my head honestly, receiving a hum in reply.
"We're definitely getting you some, but not short ones, you're thighs are mine to witness only. And how about stalkings, Love? Oh, shit, the thought of you in fishnets. . . Yeah, we're making that happen." Will continued to ramble about things I could get, like crop tops, or shorts, minuscule whimpers leaving his mouth as he caressed my skin at the thought of what I'd look like.
"Would you really get those things for me, daddy?" I said, before slapping a hand over my mouth. Will rewarded me with a loud moan, eyes closed, before he was tugging me to him, kissing me fast yet so full of passion I grew dizzy.
"Yeah, oh god, shit, of course I would baby-boy." Will was lost in the pleasure of what I said, and I couldn't help but smile, because with one word, I could get him this worked up.
Will's hands tightened on my hips, and his forehead rested against my shoulder. I felt his lips curl into a coy smile, before he smirked. "See, I told you I could get you to say it."
I giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I love you Will."
"I love you too Nico. And um, how do you feel about wearing panties?"

OK, I'm going to end it here. I hope you liked it. Truth be told, that was a lot more sexual than I intended. Sorry. (I guess it wasn't as similar to IWrteFicNotTragedies, but I wrote the first a/n before the actual story, so. . .) Anyways, don't expect as many updated, school starts Monday again for me, (Winter break is over Sunday *sobs*) and I have finals. Hurray (Note extreme sarcasm). Until Next time.
Th-th-that's all folks!