KG- Forgotten Housewife (KururuxDororo)
Title: Forgotten Housewife
Pairing: KururuXDororo; Mention of one-sided KururuXGiroro
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dororo is, once again, forgotten amongst the latest plan to take over pekopon- That is, until Kururu shows up.
'He really- really didn't want this.'
Prompt: Dororo is distressed over being forgotten and ignored as he usually is, but when Kururu does pay... close attention to him... he can't entirely decide one way or the other whether that's better than being forgotten by him too.
Warnings: Dub-con, Crossdressing, Non descriptive penetration, Fondling, Groping
Word Count: 1750
Forgotten...
Forgotten...
As always, forgotten....
"Busy busy busy, de arimasu~" Keroro hummed, twirling around the house busily in his usual cleaning gettup, vaccumming merrily and all but dancing his cares away. "Pick up the pace Giroro Gochou! Those dishes aren't going to clean themselves, gero gero!" he laughed, zooming by a furiously cleaning red keronian, who adorned a similar apron as Keroro, except-embarrassingly enough-pink with yellow polka dots unlike the white with a red tulip in the center.
"Wagata! Wagata!" Giroro growled frantically, scrubbing at the current plate he was on. "Get off my back! This is such a stupid mission!"
"Gero gero! You'll see, Giroro Gochou~" Keroro sang out, zooming by him, but with a mop this time. "It will all pay off!"
"Ahhhh! Matakuuuuu!!!" Giroro roared, but still continued with his job.
Forgotten by friends, just as always...
Looking from the ceiling, Dororo stared down at the two busy keronians, his eyes watering. He wasn't sure what they were doing, but he was sure, whether this plan worked or not, it was a small way to bond. He sniffled.
"Keroro-kuuun..." he whined, before, closing his eyes, he closed the small hole he'd made, and sat, sulking. He was always cast aside. Ignored. It wasn't fair. He could help. He... He could...
Snuffling, the blue ninja made his way through the ceiling and towards Keroro's room. He wasn't going to be needed, just like always, so why bother? Falling gracefully to the floor, he walked shakily towards the fridge that lead to their base, his eyes closed as tears streamed down his face. He... Would give anything not to be forgotten... Just... Just this once?
Stepping into the entrance, his leg was suddenly yanked out from underneath him, bringing out a shocked scream from his lungs as he was swung down the hall, taking a sharp left, a right, his head smacking into the wall innumerable times. By the time the- whatever slowed down, his whole world was spinning, unintelligible sounds of protest coming from his lips behind his mask. He vaguely felt the sensation of something being adorned onto his skin, something like... cloth? His head was tugged at, a few things being tied in the back; something tugged onto his legs; something adjusted around his waist. When he was finally dropped on the ground, he was finally given time to let his eyes adjust to his area.
"Ku~ Kukuku~" Dororo slowly lifted his head at the familiar chuckle, blinking. "You clean up well, Dororo Heichou..." Blinking again, Dororo managed to make his eyes focus upon the figure before him, sitting with his left leg crossed over his right. He took in that the legs were yellow. Right... Yellow...! Yellow?!
"Ku-kururu Souchou?!" Dororo gasped, pushing himself up to fully take in Kururu's lax, yet regal position in his chair. "Wha-what-"
"Ku~ Kukuku~ I noticed that you were ignored again, Heichou." Kururu commented, making Dororo falter. He... had... noticed him? "I decided, to let you have the honor of being my personal house wife."
Dororo paused.
"House... wife?"
"That's exactly what Senpai and Keroro were doing. They're practicing to become a personal House Wife service, Kuku~" Kururu explained, gaining a instinctive nod from Dororo.
'No wonder they were cleaning and Giroro was in an apron...' he thought, before, suddenly, a finger tilted his head up, Kururu's body leaned towards him.
"Now, how about I give you my, attention? Kuku?" Dororo felt his heart pound at the notion, his eyes watering with appreciation. Attention. That's what he wanted!
"Th...Thank you..." he whispered breathlessly, making Kururu chuckle.
"Kukuku..."
___
This... wasn't what he wanted...
Dororo fidgeted in his outfit he'd discovered he'd been been forced into. A frilly, form fitting pink apron with long,-somehow weightless-ribbons floating from the intricate bow tied at his back, a picture of Kururu's swirled symbol printed on the center of the fabric, the frills ending just above his thighs. Tied on his head, was a white bandanna, fastened with a lilac bow, sporting his signature symbol in the middle. To finish off the outfit, both of his ankles were fitted tightly with small, silk slips with lilac trimming.
Currently, he was cooking some curry for the scientist, reaching the completion of the yellow keronian's favorite food. Somehow, being in this outfit made his legs shiver, and his cheeks heat with embarrassment. Maybe because of it's short length? Ladling the curry onto the rice on a plate, he stepped off the stool placed in front of the small stove and tapped towards Kururu.
"H...here." he murmured, holding out the plate to Kururu and causing him to turn his chair towards him.
"Ah, thanks." he said nonchalantly, taking the plate from Dororo's hands. Quickly turning away from the younger male, Dororo was bombarded with a firm and bone shuddering slap to his rear, making him squeak.
He really- really didn't want this.
"Ku! Kururu!" he exclaimed, tears at the corner of his eyes as he looked over his shoulder at the other, only to freeze at the slight furrow in Kururu's brow as he stared down at the curry.
"Ku... This is shit." he said blatantly, making Dororo flinch, before he felt as though his world was spun into eternal darkness. He fell to his knees, staring wide eyed at the other.
"I... I did my b-best..." he stuttered as he watched Kururu push around the curry in disinterest.
"Obviously not. Kuku, what a lousy wife."
A sound of anguish left Dororo's lips, bending over and planting his hands on the metal floor.
"I... have failed..." he whispered, tears splashing on the ground. "*Hic*..." he didn't deserve any attention. He couldn't even make curry right.
"Che... Come on..." he felt his arm tugged up, raising his head to see Kururu's annoyed face. "Get back to the stove. You need to work harder..."
Dororo sniffled, letting Kururu lead him towards the stove again.
"B-but... There aren't anymore ingredients..." he murmured, before he gasped as he was pushed towards the stool.
"Oh... There are." Kururu insisted, pushing again and forcing Dororo to nervously climb onto the stool and face the small pot.
"Wh-where-" he froze as Kururu slid up behind him, his breath warm against his neck.
"Stir." he ordered, making Dororo start.
"What-"
"You heard me, Heichou." Kururu cooed, making Dororo shiver, before he reached for the wooden spoon and dipped it back into the brown mixture, slowly stirring it once more. Why would Kururu tell him to stir it once again?
"The only thing we can do, is add its most needed ingredient, Heichou," Kururu continued, his hands slipping around Dororo's waist. The blue keronian felt his heart skip a beat, and he blinked, his hand almost faltering. Kururu was being so... soft with him. He was keeping contact with him. He was giving him proper attention.
'My heart... It's... warm...' he thought, his cheeks tinting pink as he closed his eyes.
"The ingredient... ai, desu..." Dororo's eyes snapped open, his hand screeching to a halt, and his head turning so that he could focus on the younger soldier, the yellow one's face buried in his shoulder. How had he not noticed that?
"L-l-l-love? B-but- Kururu Souchou, I don't-"
"Kuku~" Dororo's whole body shuddered at the sensation of a hand slipping under the front of his apron and fiddling with his chest. "Don't stop stirring, Dororo Heichou..."
Before he could make another protest, he found that Kururu was drawing out breathy and messy moans from his throat, something deep inside him being struck over and over that sent bursts of pleasure through his entire bodies.
"Kuku~ You're certainly enjoying this now, aren't you?" Kururu chuckled, as the ninja gasped in time with his thrusts.
"Ahn! Ugh! Huu!" Dororo panted, his eyes closed tightly, his head hanging forward, before Kururu pulled his head back with his free hand, his tongue licking up the side of his face.
"You're going to enjoy it when my love shoots into you, aren't you Dororo-chan?" Kururu huffed, leaning back so that Dororo was forced to follow him. The blue keronian's cries lifted a pitch as the change of direction.
"Ohh! Nng-ah!"
"I can feel your love too, I bet its sweet, Dororo-chan~ I'm going to milk all of your love~"
Dororo shuddered, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. These words- they were affecting him, making his senses dull and sharpen in unison with each thrust. Saliva began to dribble from his mouth, staining his mask and slipping down slowly past it, Kururu's tongue darting out to catch the stray trail.
"Y-y..."
"Hmmn?" Kururu questioned.
"Y-yes... P-please-"
Kururu chuckled, slipping Dororo's erection out of his pouch.
"Please what?"
"Please- Please..." He wasn't- He couldn't- "M-milk me~ Please! I-I want your l-love~"
"Good girl~" With a harsh thrust, Kururu erupted inside of Dororo making him keen with the sharp heat that spread inside of him, white flashing behind his lids as he reached his own orgasm. "Such a good girl..." Dororo felt Kururu's hand continue to stroke him even through his own orgasm. "You stirred throughout all of this..." Kururu looked over Dororo's shoulder at the pot, the white semen that was produced from Dororo's cock sinking into the curry. "And you managed to put your love into it too~" he made a movement to move out of Dororo, only to stop at the whimpered 'no'. "What's this?"
"No..." Dororo repeated. "Please... m... more?"
Kururu's glasses flashed, looking down fully at the blue keronian, his eyes clouded with lust and need.
"More... More love... Inside me..."
___
"Ooh! This is great!" Keroro chirped, greedily ingesting the food before him. "This is great, Kururu Souchou!"
"Kukuku~"
"I- I hate to say it, but..." Giroro grudgingly continued to eat, tears falling from his eyes. "I-it's the best I've ever tasted..." he warbled out. Kururu leaned towards Giroro, chuckling.
"I put extra love into it, Se~n~pa~i~" he drew out, making Giroro glare.
"Don't push it..."
"Puuuhuuu~" the three keronians looked up at the yawn, seeing a sleepy Dororo exit the refrigerator, stretching, then rubbing his eyes, no divested of his apron and bows. "Ohaiyou..." he greeted.
"Ah, I forgot to mention that Dororo Heichou helped me out with this." Kururu mentioned, making Dororo open his eyes and blink.
"Eh...?"
"Really?! Dororo-kun! This is really yummy!" Keroro exclaimed as Dororo neared the table, looking down at what they were eating.
His eyes widened, then his face paled at what he saw. He was then pulled down to sit beside Kururu.
"Ke-keroro-ku-"
"It's just so creamy~" Keroro sighed, taking another bite of the curry. Dororo turned red, looking down into his lap as tears welled in his eyes.
'He-he's eating my-'
"Ah, that makes more sense." Giroro put in, finishing off his plate and getting seconds. "Dororo always had a knack for this kind of thing..."
"Look at all the attention you're getting~" Kururu whispered in his ear, making Dororo quake in mortification. He didn't want THIS kind of attention!!
'Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!' Dororo cried inwardly.
Trauma switch: ON!