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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve noticed one adorable habit: whenever jamal hugs someone, he always leans in with his head first before the rest of his body follows, and you found it hilarous.
dating jamal meant learning all his little habits.
some were normal, like stole fries from your plate or forget where he left his phone at least three times a day.
but one habit was your favorite: every time he hugged someone, he went in head first.
not arms, not a normal step-forward hug, no. jamal always tilted his head toward the person like it was leading the entire mission, then the rest of his body followed a second later.
the first time you noticed it, it was on your second date and you laughed so hard you nearly cried.
now, months into your relationship, it still made you laugh every single time.
you were sitting on the couch in his apartment, scrolling on your phone while jamal came back from the kitchen with two drinks.
he handed you one, then paused dramatically when he saw you smile.
“what?” you asked.
he narrowed his eyes. “you’re thinking about it again.”
“thinking about what?”
“my hugs.”
you burst out laughing instantly.
jamal sighed and set his drink down. “see? this is bullying.”
“it’s not bullying,” you said between laughs. “it’s just– why do you always go in with your head first?”
“i do not.”
“you absolutely do.”
he crossed his arms. “prove it.”
without saying a word, you stood up and opened your arms.
“come here.”
he smirked confidently and walked toward you.
and exactly as expected, his head leaned forward first, cheek nearly pressing into your shoulder before his arms even wrapped around your waist.
you gasped dramatically. “there! you did it again!”
“no way…” he groaned into your shoulder.
you were laughing too hard to stand properly, clinging to him while he kept holding you.
“it’s cute,” you said. “like your head is excited before the rest of you.”
“that makes no sense.”
“it makes perfect sense.”
he lifted his face and looked at you with fake annoyance. “you’re making fun of your boyfriend.”
“i’m appreciating him.”
he tried to stay serious for two seconds before smiling. then he hugged you again... head first, of course.
you laughed into his chest. “you just did it again!”
“i know,” he murmured. “because it makes you laugh.”
your heart softened immediately.
you looked up at him. “so you do it on purpose now?”
“maybe.” well, judging by his smile, you know he was not.
he kissed your forehead, then rested his head against yours.
and his head got there before his entire body... again.
you never knew what it was like to be eaten out this good. jamal’s doe eyes looked up at you while his mouth was sandwiched between your legs, before diving straight back into eating you out.
his tongue was deep inside you while he gripped onto your hips. it was like he’d shut out everything around him — your moans, the croaks of the bed under your shared weights — and just purely focused on making you feel good.
you’d never expect it, not from someone who looks as cute or sweet as him. you’d never expect him to eat like it was his last meal. like he had a sense of urgency.
and fuck, not to mention his eyes. it was such a stark contrast to the filthy way he was between your legs. they were so wide and glossy and shiny. adorable even. but the way he was basically slurping every drop of your juice up was not very adorable.
jamal’s nose was nudging your clit as he buried his face even deeper in your warmth. you let out a loud moan of his name as you threw your head back while gripping his bicep for support.
“i’m gonna come,” you exclaimed, urgently slapping his upper arm a couple of times.
he didn’t slow down, instead speeding up his already rapid pace. one hand searched for the nape of his neck, the other holding his tight.
your legs tightened around him as waves of your orgasm consumed you. with the way your legs basically locked around him you’d think you were suffocating him, but he was right where he wanted to be. your eyes squeezed shut while your back arched off the bed. luckily for your neighbours, you had a pillow over your mouth to muffle your screams of overwhelming pleasure.
unsurprisingly, jamal had managed to lap up all your juices. not one drop went to waste. he was addicted to how you tasted.
his (now drenched) face slowly emerged from between your legs, pupils dilated and eyes still glossy.
he was already getting up to go get a towel to clean you up but you stopped him with your foot when you noticed the tent in his shorts.
