Burnt Cookies (Bowser x reader smut)

Thats it thats the smut

-praise
-biting
-choking
-clawing?
-size kink? Probably size kink
-ooc bowser? I want him to be sweet

You laughed as your husband twirled you around the kitchen. His large hands cradled your form as you danced together. You swayed along with him, just like you did on your wedding night. It was long past nightfall, probably pushing to early morning at this point, but you didn't care. You ran your hand gently up his arm, feeling every bump and curve of his scales, heat radiating from his skin. Bowser flashed you a grin, showing off those wonderful fangs of his. Clawed hands encircled your much smaller waist line, easily lifting you in his arms.

"Love," you laughed, "let me at least finish baking this last batch."

The koopa king whined, letting you down but tugging you close. He was always so gentle with you. He was tired, you knew that, light from the lava below just barely seeped in through the window.

"Come back to bed, whatever selection of food you crave I'd provide for you," he assured, rubbing his paws up your sides. Always so careful of his claws.

You turned, giving him a quick kiss on his muzzle, before going back to work. He melted in your arms, hands stuttering in their tracks.

"I already told you, I can't sleep," you said, "besides, you can't always pamper me."

"Who says I can't?" He mumbled, kneeling slightly to rest his chin on your head, "we have plenty of bakers, you don't need to do anything ever again, I can take care of you." Bowser assured.

"Love, I like doing things," you smiled, bopping his snout, "it's not like I'm fighting on the front lines. Baking won't kill me."

Bowser grumbled, but stayed quiet. You went back to rolling the dough with in your hands. You started to hum, ignoring your husband who has since started placing precise kisses along your neckline. You playfully pushed him away but to no avail.

Finishing up with the dough you wiggled out of the koopa king's grasp to put the cookies in the oven. He stood impatiently watching you finish getting everything set up before setting a timer and going to sit at the table.

He followed in suit, sitting on a chair much too small for him. It wasn't his dining room after all, more of a space for his chef's to relax than for him or his family. You smiled up at him, "Bowser, hon, you can go to bed. I'll be okay."

He shook his head, drumming his claws against the table, "I'm not leaving you to stay up all night."

"I'm not tired," you placed your hand over his, "It's obvious you are."

"You're all I Need," he responded.

You smiled bright, your husband was so sweet. You stood up walking over to him. He glanced up at you, despite his tired eyes, he just seemed happy to be around you.

You cupped his face in your hand, swooning internally about how he subtly leaned into your touch, "May I kiss you, love?"

"You know you never have to ask me that," his hand encircled your waist, tugging you close enough to eliminate the space between you two. Bowser pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You ran your hand down his back, closer to the edge of his shell, just like you knew he liked. He never backed down from your touch, instead tilting his head to the side to kiss you harder.

When he timidly slipped his tongue in your mouth, you returned full force. Encouraging him with yours, you let out a quiet moan. That definitely seemed to set him off, as he broke away from your lip lock.

"Can I?" He tugged at your sides, silently begging you with his eyes.

You nodded enthusiastically, immediately feeling his hands run down to grip at your thighs. The koopa king easily lifted you as he stood up. You busied yourself with pressing kisses to the scales on his neck as he took a few steps forward. Before you could even notice, one of his hands left your body to swipe a few items off the counter. You couldn't help but cringe at the sound.