#ampers

Now I am not one to assume how someone is in bed.

BUUUUUT I feel it in my bones that this little shit does whimper occasionally. So onto how I think it is.

Mackiah doesn't strike me as the type of guy that would whimper right away. He would groan and give a whine or two but for the most part he's moaning and giving you praise while fucking you stupid.

But if you can get him to fully trust and adore you? That's when the good shit happens.

Mackiah would be minding his business on the couch of your apartment because it's his day off, he doesn't want to be at the dorms when he has a perfect partner that has an apartment. He would stare as you walked around in his hoodie and basically nothing else.

He would coax you into relaxing with him, voice sweet and inviting as he carefully grabs your hand and pulls you into his lap. "C'mon, it's my day off and I wanna spend time with my baby." It wouldn't take much to convince you honestly, his lap was always so comfortable.

His hands would find their home on your hips, pressing you slightly against his half hard cock. "Why do you always look so good with my clothes on? Look better than me everytime." His voice low as his kisses trail near your ear. You know what he wants, it's always easy to tell when he wants sex on his days off. This time, you don't care, you want it too.

Mackiah knows you want it, he always does. But when you slowly roll your hips over his covered dick, he can't stop the noise that leaves his mouth.

A whimper.

Well, it was closer to a whine the first time; but the noise prompted you to roll your hips again to see what it truly was. You were right, it was a whimper.

The big strong aussie of Ampers&One was sitting under you at your mercy because you know you can make him whimper.

The sound pulled a smile to your lips, hips rolling every now and then to keep him from trying to cover the sound. His hands tight on your hips to try and save face, but the prettiest blush covering his face couldn't be hidden – Neither could the sound.

That beautiful sound that was better than his morning voice. "You sound so pretty Kiah, why did you keep me from hearing this?"

His face face would burn, a suppressed whine barely escaping as you stop. "Didn't know you were into it," Mackiah wouldn't be able to look at you— the embarrassment clouding his judgement. Your hand would find his jaw, pressing softly to force him look at you. "Look at me pretty boy, I want to see your face every time you make that sound. I know you can be good and do that."