A/N: As promised! Quick warning however, that this chapter is purely white stuff (and I mean purely!!), zero plot. It's completely fine if you don't wish to read it! ^0^/ I know you've been deprived (precisely because I have been leaving you guys hanging for a super long time) which was why I left you guys the option of voting for what you want to read. I have no idea why so many Bakers have such confidence in my strawberry-time writing because e it's been at least a year and a half since I wrote any of that :'D Apologies if this isn't up to your strawberry standards, but I tried my best!

Enjoy.

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The look on his face was priceless. My angel blinked twice and remained still for a couple of seconds, eyes containing mixed emotions that I could vaguely identify. Confusion was one of them.

"Kneel down...?" He repeated next, hands going behind his back. I could already picture him fiddling with the hem of his shirt from behind. "Sh-should I do it on one knee? Am I supposed to be proposing? Wait, no I don't have a box right now it's...it's somewhere in the wardrobe do you want me to find—wah!" I pulled him close, arms snaking round his waist.

"No," I began slowly, noting that I only had to raise my gaze a little to look at Chip even though I was sitting on our bed and he was standing. "I want you to do something different this time."

"Oh!" He sounded slightly surprised. "Sure, what is it?"

I reached over to our bedside table and pulled open the first drawer. "This," I held out the tube of strawberry-flavoured lubricant, "you've never tasted this."

All it took was a single glance at the product for his cheeks to darken. This was despite him having seen it for several nights. "W-what about that? Is it really edible? I mean, the...the liquid."

"It is," I laughed shortly, guiding his lower back so that he would sit on my lap. "Will you try it?"

Chip received the tube and uncapped it. "Well, it smells like strawberry jam. B-but that's a weird request Xan! I mean, you want me to drink this for losing the competition? Not that I'm complaining but I just," he laughed, "I didn't expect this at all!"

I shut him up with a kiss, deep and long. He loses it whenever my tongue skims the top of his mouth, which I tend to use to my advantage.

"It's not so simple, is it," he said after we pulled away from the kiss, quiet and breathless. "You—you always kiss me like that when you want something."

I felt a smirk coming on. It was hard to control in times like these. "You know me too well Angel."

"Uwa...look at you," Chip tried for a look of disapproval, folding his arms for extra measure. "So manipulative! Always trying to lower my guard."

"Come on," I bit the helix of his ear and was rewarded with a quiet gasp. "It's my fault I know your soft spots?"

My husband shook his head a little but loosened up his arms to hold on to me. "W-well, no but still." I kissed his neck and let my hands roam, feeling him melt in my arms.

"So," caressing the back of his neck, which soothed him the most, I cut to the chase. "Blow me?"

Chip froze at once.

"Wha—so that's! Oh. So that's what you were!" He flushed up to the very tips of his ears and bit his lower lip. "I didn't think that was. I-I mean. I...don't really..."

"It's okay if you don't want to," I cut back, acknowledging that it was quite a jump. "I understand. The last thing I want is for you to be uncom—"

He blew a tiny puff from his lips, literally, in my face.

I stared. He did too, until a sheepish smile emerged. "Um, does that count?"

"Damn your infinite levels of cute," I had my hand over my eyes in an instant and Chip did a victory laugh. "I can't believe I'm married to a literal angel."

"Hehe."

"Look, now you're making me feel guilty for requesting a blowjob." I sighed, watching as he laid his head on my shoulder.

My husband remained quiet for a good minute, humming in my arms as we cuddled. "It's...it's not that I mind." I blinked, turning to look at him.

"You serious?"

He nodded into my chest, face buried there for some reason. The tips of his ears and the back of his neck was tinted red. "M jut afwaid you won like it," his voice came out muffled and funny. "Since I'fe neve done it befow." I laughed, gently prying him away to look at his face.

"It's not like I'm going to leave you down there to do the work on your own, you know." I pinched his nose and he sneezed like a kitten. "Ah, sorry. Bless you, and that sneeze that should be illegal." He laughed upon hearing my words. "Anyway, I'll guide you. So there's nothing you should be worried about."

Chip fidgeted on my lap and made a low humming sound, considering his options. As gullible as he looked, this angel wasn't so easily persuaded—or so this marriage had revealed. Secretly, I found it endearing.

"I mean, we did take a bath...and, well, you did win the competition so technically I can't say no, but...I-I don't know! I mean, it's just! It's kinda...it's embarrassing," he finished, looking down at his hands that were clasped together.

"And who else is going to see that side of you apart from me?" I teased, pulling him closer for a hug. "No one. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

He squirmed. "T-there's everything to be embarrassed about! I just, I get embarrassed okay, I get embarrassed easily. Everyone knows that."

"Alright Angel," I ran my fingers through his hair to soothe him. "How about this—I'll return the favour, okay? I'll give you head too."

He paused. I could tell he was taking the offer seriously. "Um. You don't have to do that...but I, I suppose it would be nice. W-wait, on second thoughts, no it's not very nice because I might, um, you know. I might. I might come. Really fast," he said quietly, working it out on his own.

"So there's no solution?" I played my final card. "I really wanted it. But I guess if you're uncomfortable then let's not, okay?"

My husband took one look at my face and gave in.

"I-I! I didn't say no, I just said it was embarrassing..." he huffed, looking away. "You have to tell me what to do, alright? It feels weird when I don't know what to do. I still get nervous."

I kissed his forehead. "Holy hell, I really don't deserve you."

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"I...I've never seen it this close before," Chip bit his lower lip, raising his gaze to meet mine. "Does that really...I mean, is that...does that really go in me?" His gaze returned to my length and I laughed.

"Stop being so cute, you're making things hard for me." He had knelt between my legs and stared at me for a good couple of seconds, which made me start to think that this was a bad idea since it involved a hell lot of self-control. Trying not to move, specifically.

I uncapped the lube and applied a fair amount to the tip, before spreading it to the base. Chip watched, ears still red.

"Try it."

He nodded slowly, moving closer—parting his lips.

"Mmh." It was a tight fit.

"Breathe. Take it easy," I held the back of his head, flinching because his lips were wrapped around my tip and he was trembling. I could tell that he was trying hard not to let his teeth graze me.

The inside of his mouth was hot and wet. I felt his tongue under my shaft every time he moved, bit by bit, and it stirred an appetite for more.

"Ha," my angel pulled away, lips wet—looking up with eyes that were half-lidded.

He shook his head. "I-it got bigger. I...don't think I can do this."

"Fuck," I forgot about that. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Does your jaw hurt? Are you okay?"

Again, he shook his head. "No, not...not really," Chip responded in a daze. "It really tastes like strawberry syrup."

"You like it?" I laughed, caressing his ear. "Use your tongue if you feel like you're going to choke."

He nodded slowly, returning his gaze to my length before licking the head. "C-can I...use my hand?"

Honestly speaking, I was surprised. "Go ahead."

His fingers reached up to stroke my base, where it was hard for his lips to reach. As usual, his touch was gentle and reserved, practiced at a rhythm that he was comfortable with. I noticed that he closed his eyes somewhere along the way, running the bit of his tongue along my shaft.

He looked up after a while. "Am I...am I doing okay?" It was hard to miss his lashes from my point of vantage, gazing directly downwards.

"You're doing great, Angel."

My husband brightened up a little, as though the compliment was enough to make him that bit more confident. Then, without warning, he took more than half my length at a go.

I almost jumped from the immediate pleasure that spiked up my front, and my hand went straight to Chip's head to pull him back. "Woah, woah—Angel, you're going to choke if you do that."

"Mmh, ih ohay," he looked up before closing his eyes again and taking an inch more. I felt the head of my shaft graze the roof of his mouth and the urge to thrust, the thirst for friction, doubled. Reluctant but knowing that it was necessary, I stopped him before I lost control.

"Angel. Stop,"

I tugged on his hair, gently. He pulled back with a sound that begged for his ravishing, a slight blush on his cheeks that went all the way to his ears and lips that were letting slip a soft, uneven panting. "Was...was it bad?"

"No," I sighed, lifting him up and pulling him close. Chip resumed his position on my lap from before. "It was good. Too good. I couldn't bring myself to come in your mouth and you looked like you were trying very hard."

"I-I wasn't," he protested, shaking his head dazedly. "I was alright. I um, I don't mind if you...you um. Come in my—"

"And risk you choking? No," I tugged at his briefs. "You were amazing, but no."

Chip stopped me from stripping his lower half, which was rare because every time we did it, he'd let me lead. I blinked. "What's wrong?"

"U-um, no, it's just. I...it's," he looked away, pulling away from my arms. "It's dirty."

Oh, he came? I hadn't considered that he did, already, without my notice. "Let me see."

"Wha—no!" My husband sounded very surprised, holding onto my wrists. "I'm going to change."

"Why?" I laughed. "We're not done yet."

My angel froze for a second. "We're not?" He whispered.

"Nope," I smirked, taking advantage of the moment he'd laxed his grip to undress his lower half, to his protests of 'uwa'. I realized that he hadn't actually come yet, just holding back, leaking pre-cum. "You wanted to stop even though you had this going on?"

He blushed darker. "That's! That's exactly why—a! W-what are you doing...?" I had slid my thumb over his tip, stroking him at the pace he liked.

"Pleasuring you," was how I wanted to play, watching him crumble at my touch. A whimper escaped from his lips.

My husband was quiet, knowing that if he were to speak now, it'd result in a series of embarrassing noises and I could tell he was trying hard not to rock his hips to the rhythm that I had set.

"You like it?" I teased in his ear, other hand on his lower back to pull him closer. He held on to my shoulders.

Chip couldn't speak. He nodded, gasping quietly when I increased the pace. Slowly, I eased a finger into his heat—something that he'd already gotten used to—and asked if he was alright with two. His lower lip trembled but he bit on it, nodding again.

"Ha...w-wait," he stopped me before I could continue. "The lights."

"You still want them off?" I nipped at his ear, feeling his insides tighten. "We've been at this for months."

He shook his head, panting harder. "But it's, ha, embarrassing! My face will look weird."

"No, you look amazing," I eased three fingers inside, each carefully lathered with lube.

Chip hid his face in the crook of my neck. "Mmn! You...you liar."

I laughed low, fingers reaching deeper for the spot I knew would make him come at once. He keened sweetly when I teased it, trembling from the pleasure that he was trying to contain. "Too fast—n-not yet...I!"

His heat was ready to take me but from the amount of pre-cum he was leaking, I guessed that he would come as soon as I entered. "We'll do it sitting, okay?" I kissed his forehead. "That way, you can ride."

"W-wait, like this?" A whimper escaped his lips again and my angel didn't seem in the right state to converse. "I...hurry."

If anything, his words were making things harder (yes, that was a pun) for me. I was already trying to control the urge to thrust my entire length into him, but I knew I couldn't afford to be rough.

"Xan," Fuck, he was pleading. "Hurry. I...I can't hold it in—"

I obliged, lifting his hips in a single motion and easing my sex into his core. The sound was lewd, more so than usual; and I was right about Chip coming at once. His back arched involuntarily, hips bucking and all—shuddering as his pleasure hit a high.

"Someone's sensitive today," I teased, laughing. "You like giving head?"

Chip's response came slow, and I waited. He was in the state to reply only after recovering from his high, still in a daze. "I...I guess so," he said, blushing. "It's just nice to know that I'm, y-you know, making you feel good too. And, um, well...you praised me."

I raised a brow. "Would you look at that. Something that I didn't know—you have a praise kink?"

"Eh?" He blinked. "Praise...kink?"

I brushed the matter aside by thrusting upwards, once. As expected, my angel yelped, attention returning to where we stopped.

"I'm still hard you know."

Chip stammered a protest, then gave in after I picked up the pace and hit his sweet spot twice.

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[Morning after]

"Angel? Angel, wake up."

I struggled to open my eyes, turning over with the covers wrapped close. "Mmh?"

"I'm sorry."

My eyes flew open and I bolted upright. "Ow ow ow," I felt a dull pain in my back, which forced me to lie back down. "Xan! Please don't tell me you ate my blueberry yoghurt."

"I wouldn't do that," said my husband, who was up early because it was his turn to make breakfast.

"O-oh. Phew," I sighed, relieved. "Then what is it? Why are you apologizing?"

"Well...I promised to return the favour, but we didn't get to continue after going all the way last night," was what he said, thinking very seriously. "Can we postpone this to Saturday night?"

I blinked, confused. "Um, sure. W-wait. Postpone what?"

"Giving you head," Xander replied as though he was telling the time. "I promised, remember?"

I groaned, retreating under the covers and getting back to snuggling with pillows. "That's what you're thinking about at 8 in the morning?"

"I think of you every second, Angel. Naturally, that would include having sex with you as well."

O-oh, I think I just face-palmed mentally. 

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A/N: Dear Bakers, now you see why I tend to skip writing parts like these because I SUCK AT IT ;-; much apologies. I tried. I'll be returning back to the main plot in the next update (which will be around January 10th...?)! ^^ Thank you for reading as usual! AGAIN, I'M BAD AT THIS SO PLEASE DONT EXPECT MORE WHITE STUFF :')))

-Cuppie.