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The next day Chef Pee Pee made sure to have Bowser's breakfast hot and ready the second he set foot downstairs to avoid Bowser yelling at him.

He was making Bowsers favorite, homemade
cookies. Yes it was breakfast, but it was his absolute favorite thing in the world. "Just like mama used to make" he would say.

Right on time Bowser came thudding down the stairs just as the timer for the cookies went off. Chef Pee Pee rushed to grab the pan and place a few on a plate and placed it at the head of the table where his boss always sat. Always.

"Chef Pee Pee! Where's my break-" He stopped at the kitchen and sniffed the air. "Cookies? Mama's special cookies?" He sat in his seat and just stared for a moment. "Still warm.. so fresh.. mmm."

"Just like she used to make." Chef Pee Pee smiled as he had satisfied Bowser. "I could satisfy him in other ways." He added inaudibly. He quickly realized what had just occurred and shook his head violently to shake off the thought.

"Uhm.. thanks, I guess." Bowser mumbled, embarrassed to show his appreciation to his personal chef.

"Oh, yea.. sure boss, anytime." Chef Pee Pee was caught off guard as Bowser never had correct manners.

Bowser stood up and began to away, "You can call me Bowser, boss feels.. weird." And he continued his way back to his room.

Chef Pee Pee stood in the middle of the kitchen, star-struck, unable to comprehend everything that had just happened. He said thanks and told him to call him by his actual name. He felt faint almost. He decided to lay down for a minute because Bowser was acting.. different.

He made his way to the living room to take a quick nap on the couch. Almost as soon as his body melted into the cushions, he was drifting away.

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It was around 2 o'clock and the entirety of the downstairs was dead silent, as Chef Pee Pee was still asleep. Bowser trotted down the stairs as he was expecting his lunch now. But he was only to find the sleeping Chef.

Normally, he'd be angered. Sleeping on the job? No lunch? He'd be pissed, but right now he was experiencing an unfamiliar emotion.

He slowly crept over and fixed the blanket on Chef Pee Pee so it covered more, and decided he could make his own food.

As Bowser made a poor attempt at a sandwich, dropping the silverware and condiments everywhere he woke up Chef Pee Pee.

"Oh! Boss- I mean Bowser, I'm so sorry I fell asleep, I'll make that for you. Forgive me." Chef Pee Pee sprinted into the room and before he could take over Bowser pushed him away, aggressively.

"I'm capable of making my own food. Go clean or something." Bowser's jaw twitched. "I don't pay you to sleep on the job."

"You could have woken me up." He retaliated. "And you barely pay me at all. It's not like you are even denting your bank account."

Bowser hastily turned and backed Chef Pee Pee back into the wall. "What did you just say? Are you really questioning me?" Chef Pee Pee's back was right against the wall and he could no longer back up.

The chef began to break a sweat, his breath quickened in fear.

"You have a lot of nerve to question me." Bowser had no idea why he was aggravated, his eyes kept flicking to Chef Pee Pee's mouth, which he caught on to.

"B-boss.. what are you doing?"

Bowser realized he had absolutely nothing to lose and smashed his mouth to Chef Pee Pee's. Chef Pee Pee instantly melted into the kiss and they fell sloppy until the glided into sync. It was rough, and aggressive.

The chef groaned in discomfort and pleasure all in one. Bowser was demanding in his movements, but it mattered very little to him.


ngl guys i give up on this one. lmk if there's another pair u want me to write ab

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