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I'll Forgive You If...	By : Milkcake Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Het- Male/Female Views: 6347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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♡ I'll Forgive You If... ♡
♡ Word Count: 3,009
♡ Description: Danny forgets to pick up Sam, forcing her to get soaked in the cold rain. How will he ever get her to forgive him?
♡ A/N: Another short little PWP oneshot. This fic is focused on crossdressing, and Danny being embarrassed. Later there is a sudden switch of dominance, so be warned. Oh, and I don't know how old Danny and Sam are, so I'm just gonna tag Minor2
♡ Warnings, tags and pairings: Mature Adult 18+ Only, Danny/Sam, Het, Oneshot, Complete, PWP, Language, Crossdressing, Humiliation/Embarrassment, Minor2.
♡ Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or any of it's characters, nor do I make any profits from this story.

“Okay, don't talk to me. That's fine. I know, I really fucked up this time. I can't tell you enough how sorry I am, Sam. I feel terrible. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want, but I wish you would. I wanna hold you, I know you must still be cold.” She was still cold. She was shivering despite having already changed out of her sopping wet clothes. But she was still way too fuming to want to be touched. He moved towards her and tried to embrace her, but she pulled away and glared at him.
“You left me standing in the freezing cold rain for over half an hour, Danny.” She hissed. “Because you forgot about me and went to eat at Nasty Burger! Why in the hell would I talk to you?” She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.
“Because I love you and I'm sorry.” He tried. “I'd do anything to take it back, and anything to make it up to you.” He reached for her again and this time she reluctantly let him wrap his arms around her, but she still looked like a pissed off cat.
“I want to forgive you and I know I should, I'm just mad. And my hair is still soaking wet. It's dripping everywhere and making everything 10x more annoying. I'm going to go blow dry it real quick, okay? Just sit down here and wait for me. You should live it up while my parents are gone and watch some pay-per-view.” She tried her best to be as nice to him as she could stand to be. She knew he was really sorry, but damn it was hard to not be a little pissy.
Danny really did feel terrible about forgetting Sam. He kept mentally telling himself what a douchebag he was. He didn't stop staring at the floor and sulking until he heard Sam come back down the stairs. He expected to see her to still be looking mad as hell, but she actually seemed a lot more calm. As she approached him, he realized she was actually smiling. He heaved a sigh of relief that she wasn't mad anymore and smiled back.
“Hey, Sam. Feeling any better?”
“Much better. I thought of a way you can get me to forgive you.” Danny suddenly realized her smile wasn't just happy, it was mischievous too.
“Oh, God. I'm not going to like whatever it is, am I?” He could tell something awful was coming.
“Aw, don't say that. Maybe you will.” She laughed. “But even if you don't, you will do it for me won't you, Danny?” She purred the words in the most convincing way.
Danny knew whatever she was going to ask for must be absolutely evil if she was acting so sweet. But he did just leave her out in the cold (literally). So he gave a heavy sigh and reluctantly agreed, and to what he didn't even know. 'How bad could it really be?' He thought.
She grabbed him by the hand and lead him up the stairs and down the long hallway to her room. It always smelled like her girly perfume in there, and Danny always loved it. He let her push him down onto the bed and stared at her ass she rifled through the closet. It was smaller, but round and cute. He was just thinking about grabbing it when she turned around and caught him. She didn't care though, and neither did he. He was too busy staring at the armful of clothes she was holding, particularly because he could see that one of the pieces of clothing was a skirt.
“What's all that? Going to model for me?” He smirked, seriously believing that that's what was happening.
“Nope.” She couldn't stop a small giggle from escaping her. “You are.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I'm definitely not wearing that. It's a skirt and other girly clothes!”
Sam made her eyes all big and puppy doggy and whined, “But Danny....you left me in the rain.”
He rolled his eyes at her, but knew she was right. If he could just do this and get it over with, she would finally stop being mad at him. Besides, it didn't make him less of a man. It made him more of a man! It meant he was secure with himself...right?
“Fine.” He murmured, looking away.
“Wise choice, accepting your fate the easy way. Here you go. And you've got to wear it all, too.” She smirked.
“Well, what all is it?” He began to sift through the pile of clothes she had given him. “Panties too? And a bra?! Sam, come on. I'll do the skirt, okay? But that's it. Bra and panties and whatever the hell this is, that's all too much.” He said, holding up a small black tube top.
“Wear it all or suffer the consequences.” She replied in an especially sweet singsong voice.
Danny knew what the consequences were. Sam getting pissed at him and not talking to him for a freaking week. And again guilt banged on his skull reminding him he was the one that was wrong in the first place.
He held up the thin pair of frilly red panties. They were sheer and had bows and ribbons and lacy bits. He let out a long sigh and began to repeat in his head, 'I am a man.'
Off came his own pants and underwear and shirt. 'I am a man.'
And on came the frilly red panties with little bows...'I am a man.'
Then the thin strapless bra...'A really masculine man.'
The teeny tiny black and red plaid skirt...'Who is totally secure with his masculinity.'
A solid black tube top that didn't even cover his bellybutton...'A..man. I'm a...man....'
And he looked in the mirror...'I'm....a...uh...'
It sure hadn't helped him feel better that Sam watched him like a hawk the entire time. He turned to her, completely mortified. He could feel himself blushing red hot and was trying hard not to make eye contact with her. He waited for her to burst out laughing at him and to start making fun of him, but when it never happened he looked up at her face and realized she didn't think it was funny at all. She was staring at him like a lab experiment and if Danny didn't know better he'd think she was acting weird. But he knew her and knew what that look meant.
“Wait...Do you actually like this? I thought you were just trying to embarrass me.”
She realized how intently she had been eyeing him and laughed at herself. “Yess, I do like it.” She cooed. “And yess, I was trying to embarrass you. Are you embarrassed?” She made her face look innocent.
He looked away again, “Yes,” He admitted, “I'm embarrassed.” Then he looked back at her and smiled. “But it makes it easier knowing I'm turning you on.”
“Me being turned on doesn't change the fact you're in a plaid mini skirt, sweetie.” She mocked him.“You didn't finish, though. You forgot the shoes.”
“Oh God, there are shoes too?”
Sam waved a pair of shiny black stilettos in front of his face.
“Seriously? I doubt I'll even fit in those.” He groaned.
“I'm sure you'll find some way.” She quipped, throwing them at his feet.
After a long minute of internal debate, he decided it wasn't much worse than a bra and panties and he gave in to her, slipping his feet into the shoes. They actually did fit, though that doesn't mean it was easy for him to stand or walk in them. The were extremely high and very wobbly.
“How the hell do women walk in these all the time?”
“You'd better get used to it, I might make you start wearing them often.” She teased.
With his outfit finally complete, Sam made him stand in front of her so she could examine him. The black tube top covered just a small section of his torso, and the mini skirt was snug against his skin. She loved the way he was wobbling in the heels, loved that he had to struggle with them. More than that though, she loved how red his face was and how much she knew he hated it all.
“Can I take it off now?”
“Rub yourself under the skirt.”
“What? No, that wasn't wh-”
“Do it for me.” The way she said it, and the way she looked at him when she said it sent a pulse of heat through him. He bit his lower lip, and slowly and shyly moved his hand down under his skirt. He was embarrassed that his cock was already a little bit hard. The material of the panties felt strange when he rubbed it, though.
“It feels weird through the panties.” He complained.
“I don't care. Sluts rub themselves, and you're my slut aren't you?”
Danny was taken aback; He had never heard her talk like this before. She was acting so sexy, sending more sparks of heat surging through him. Skirt or not, she was hot as hell and he couldn't resist giving into her by giving her a small nod. She smiled at his little submission and walked closer to him. She moved her hand to replace his on his cock. She was surprised to find him semi-hard and teased him by deliberately rubbing her thumb over the tip a few times. He groaned for her and pressed into her touch.
“What would everyone say if they knew Danny Phantom got hard from dressing up like a girl?” She teased.
“It's not from that.” He defended himself. “It's from you. It's not my fault you're so hot.”
“Yeah, right. Tell me you like it. Tell me you like dressing like a girl.”
“No.” He pouted at her.
So she pinched the side of his dick hard enough to make him beg her to stop.
“Say it and I'll stop.”
“Stop first!” He whined, and she actually did stop. But then she crossed her arms and stared at him expectantly.
“I like dressing like a girl.” He whispered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“I like dressing like a girl.” He spoke up, though obviously annoyed.
“I know you do. Lucky for you, you look great as a girl. Now get on the bed.” This order was easier for Danny to obey. He laid flat on his back and gave a small sigh of relief as she straddled him.
'Great.' He thought. 'At least I get to fuck her now. Who would've thought she's into this weird shit? Well..I guess maybe I should have expected it actually. Oh well.' He was too lost in his own thoughts to notice Sam had pulled a box out from underneath her bed, and was pulling from it...a big bow clip? She clipped it into Danny's hair and he immediately protested and tried to take it out, but she pinned him down.
“Nope. Sorry, goes with the outfit.” She smirked. “But you know what's good about girl clothes? They're thinner than guy clothes...it's easier to feel things through them.” As she spoke she began grinding her hips against his and his cock reacted immediately, making her giggle at him. She slid down lower on him so she could push up his skirt. What she saw sent a flood of heat through her; Danny's hard cock pressing tight against the sheer red fabric, a big wet stain of precum on the front. She bent down and licked his cock up the side at a tantalizingly slow speed, earning a low drawn out moan from Danny. Unable to resist, she slid the panties down allowing his to cock pop out from the confining material. She sucked on the tip like a lollipop then finally swallowed all of it, all the way to the base.
“Fuuuckk.”
She always gave the best head. She bobbed her head up and down for a bit, then Danny grabbed a fistful of her hair. He held her head still while he thrust hard up into her mouth, over and over. She gagged a few times but he ignored her, too consumed by his lust to care. Besides, after all she had put him through he figured he deserved to get what he wanted, too. And what he wanted was Sam. He pulled her off of her and quickly flipped her so she was on her back and he was the one mounting her. It was a lot harder to do than it normally was considering his insanely long heels, but he did manage. His cock was sticking out from under the little skirt, pressing the soft fabric of it up against his stomach. He palmed it while he smiled down at her surprised face.
“Hey, what are you doing? Get off of me, you're my toy.”
“Make me.” He taunted.
She accepted the challenge and with all her strength tried to get out from under Danny, but her held her down with much more strength than she had.
“You're mine now, accept it.”
“No, I don't.” She was still squirming.
“Say you're my bitch.” He gave her an evil smirk.
“No! You're my bitch! This is not how this was supposed to go!”
“Too bad, sweetie.” He mimicked the way she had teased him earlier. Then he reached up under her little black shirt. Quickly finding one of her hard pink nubs, he pinched her mercilessly.
“Ahhh, Dannyy...” She whined.
“Say it.” He twisted her nipple in a half circle.
“I'm your bitch!” She squealed.
“That's better.” He said as he slipped her panties off and raised her legs onto his shoulders. He reached down and pressed a finger into her, teasing her. She was wetter than he had ever felt her before and it made his already rock hard cock throb. She gave him some light little sounds as he pressed into her a few times. All the while she kept eyeing him and he knew she was getting off to him acting like this while dressed like a girl. Finally he lined his cock up to her hot slit and slid into her at a painfully slow speed.
“Ohhhmygod Danny, just fuck me.” She groaned. He leaned down close to her and took her earlobe into his mouth. He swirled his soft, warm tongue against it before letting it slip away and whispering softly into her ear.
“Beg for it.” The way his voice sounded made her shiver with electricity.
“Please, Danny. I need your cock. Fuck me, please.” She moaned, completely and easily submitting to him. Immediately he plunged his cock into her, making her gasp and tighten around his throbbing member. He shoved himself into her as deeply as he could over and over again. He was fucking her into the bed, and her loud sounds made it obvious how much she loved it. After all of the embarrassment she had made him suffer through, he wanted to make sure his cock rammed as far inside her as it could go. When her body tensed up and it seemed like she was about to cum, he quickly pulled out of her.
“Dannnyyy” She whined.
He ignored her completely and instead moved himself up her body so that his cock was right in front of her face. He shoved it into her mouth without warning, his position driving it deep into her throat. She took it well but gagged a few times, breathing hard out her nose and staring up at him with big eyes. He slid himself in and out, knowing the torment she must have been feeling from going to being mercilessly fucked to mercilessly gagged. He fucked her mouth like this for a minute, until she started to choke and he pulled away to let her breathe.
She caught him off guard and suddenly pushed upwards, sending him backwards onto his back. She mounted him and pinned him down before he was able to try to get away from her. He could have gotten her off if he really wanted to, but he didn't really want to. She smiled sweetly down at him, then snapped the band of the halter top as if to remind him of his degrading situation. Then she slowly slid her hands down and teased him at the waist of his skirt, skimming her fingers lightly against his pale skin. The sensation was driving him crazy and making his cock throb to be touched by her. She could feel it every time it pulsed, making little waves of electric spark through her. She slid herself onto his cock, driving it incredibly deep inside of her. She bounced up and down on him while he held her at the waist. She seemed to slam down harder and harder every time. Her tits bounced up and down under her shirt and her head was thrown back in pleasure. Danny watched her as she pumped him and the sight was incredible. It wasn't too long before Danny couldn't stand it anymore. His muscles tensed and he dug his fingers into her soft sides. His cock erupted deep inside of her, filling her with a flood of his hot cum. She cried out his name as he pumped his seed into her and she could feel every spurt that he released inside of her. She rode him out until he was completely limp before rolling off to his side. Even then, she reached down to lightly toy with his tired cock.
“Maybe I should wear a skirt more often.” He teased.
“I think that's a very good idea.” She smiled as she nuzzled up into the side of his chest. “But next time, I think the heels need to be a little higher don't you?”
“That would cross the line into deliberately trying to get me to break my neck.”
“Okay, okay, I guess I can settle.” She smiled.
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