req: Can you write a date night with Jermaine and reader? His girlfriend could come over, meet the family, he could plan a movie night or something, it would be nice to see Jermaine so shy, soft, and flirty!! The brothers could tease Jermaine a bit but then be shocked because they've never seen him act like this with a girl.
warnings: none
a/n: day 3 asking for Corbin hcs, PLEASE I THOUGJT YOU SAID JERMAJESTY OMG
You were in Jermaine’s car, driving to the Jackson house in Encino. Jermaine had his hand on your thigh while you guys blasted music.
You were nervous, to say the least. You’ve seen his family online and they all followed you, but you’ve never met them in real life.
What if they didn’t like you? What if they didn’t see you as fit with Jermaine? What if they kick you out? What if they want him with a different woman instead?
You were just nervous and overthinking a lot. Jermaine noticed immediately, looking over at you. “You okay, mama?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
You nodded, lying. “Mhm, I’m good. Are you good?”
“No, stop all that lying, baby, I know you. What’s the matter?” He glanced at you and looked at the road.
“I’m just so nervous to meet your family. What if they don’t like me?”
“They’ll love you.”
“What if they hate me.”
“They won’t.”
“What if they don’t see me as fit with you?”
“They will.”
“What if they want you with someone else and kick me out.”
“They’re not like that. Stop overthinkin’ hunny. They’re gonna love you and see that you’re perfect.” He smiled at you.
His smile always calmed you down for some reason.
“You better be right.”
Around 5:56pm, you arrived at the house. It was much bigger in person. “Woah, look at this big house!” You said, wanting to get inside already.
You noticed a skinny and tall figure running around the front. His Afro was out and it looked as if was chasing something.
“Michael, what are you doing?” You hear your boyfriend said to the boy.
“Chasin’ the butterfly, Jermaine. I’m gonna take care of it!” He said, you noticed his voice, not quite hitting puberty yet so you assumed he was like, 16 or 17.
“Who’s that?” Michael pointed at you.
Jermaine smiled and grabbed your hand. “This is (Name), my lovely girlfriend.”
“Isn’t this your sixth girlfriend this year?” Michael asked.
Jermaine let go of your hand to chase Michael after that statement.
You noticed a little girl coming out with a basket of breadsticks. She saw you and immediately went to you.
“Hi! Are you the neighbor?” She sweetly asked.
“Noo, I’m (Name), your brothers girlfriend.” You told her, smiling shyly.
“Which brother?” She asked.
“Jermaine.” You answered.
“Ohhhh, how long?” She asked another question.
“4 months.” You told her.
“Oh wow! That’s longer than the one he had with his other girls. They always lasted 3 days. Anyway, want a breadstick?” She asked you.
“Of course!” You said. You were gonna ask Jermaine about them six girlfriends later, but right now, when you ate that breadstick, it felt like you were lifted into heaven.
“Woah, you made these?” You asked the girl.
“No! I’m too young, mother made them. We’re having a movie night, do you wanna join?” She asked.
“Yeah, of course! What’s your name?” You asked the girl.
“Um, 3,000.” She said, before walking into the house.
You looked at her like she was stupid, fuck she meant 3,000??
When Jermaine came back, he was all sweaty with a Michael in his arms.
Hours later, you had met the family and they loved you. You guys ate, answered questions, and watched a movie. Jermaine sat with his brothers, keeping watch on you a little bit, while you sat with 3,000 (Janet) and Latoya.
“Oooo, so someone’s got a long term girlfriend.” Marlon joked.
“Shut up, Marlon.” Jermaine looked away shyly.
“Right, I’ve never seen him like this ever. All his girlfriends usually last like, 3 days.” Jackie said, all his brothers laughed but Jermaine. If you looked closely, you could tell that his ears were red.
“I mean.. at least we like the girl this time. His last girl had an accident on herself when Jermaine made a joke.” Michael said, making all of them laugh, including Jermaine.
“Yall gotta stop this.” Jermaine said, rolling his eyes with a smile.
“Your last girl was also a little deaf, she kept sayin’ ‘huh’ every time we said somethin’” Tito chipped in.
“Exactly, call out to her, Jermaine. See if she’s deaf.” Marlon said, making the boys laugh once more.
Jermaine rolled his eyes but did it anyway, “You over there, mama? Need me to come over there? Keep you company?” He asked, basically flirting with you across the room.
You were about to give him the finger but you were at his family’s house. So you waved him off, making the boys laugh again.
Some hours went by again, it was around 1am. Everyone was sleep but you and Jermaine. You guys were in the kitchen eating. “So.. wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jermaine teased.
“It actually wasn’t. Everyone was so nice, including 3,000.” You said.
“What? Who’s 3,000?” Jermaine said, confused.
“The little girl, I ain’t wanna make assumptions or anything about her name but uh, why’d yall name her that?” You asked.
“Girl, ain’t nobody named her no 3,000. She just likes to play around. Her name is Janet.” Jermaine said, scoffing.
“Ohhh.. okay.”
“Hey, (Name)?” Jermaine called out to you, softly.
“Yeah?”
“I’m really glad you met my family. It’s like now that they like you, I feel like I can go all in with you.” He said. “Which is why I wanted to tell you, I love you.”
You smiled hard, he’s never said I love you to you yet, you felt as if this moment was really special to you. “I love you too, Jermaine.”
You guys hugged each other for a while, just enjoying each others presence.
Synopsis: just mike having a strong preference for chubby women. <3
Word Count: 1k
Requested: yes/no (one of you gave me an idea for this a while back)
Author’s Note: this is for my fellow softies! love y'all
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✎ᝰ! This man has been into fuller women all his life.
✎ᝰ! He cannot quite pinpoint when this so-called preference began, yet he vividly remembers his entire family teasing him about it.
Once, during his childhood, he stumbled across a pinup magazine featuring a drawing of a fat woman. Captivated, he quickly cut out the picture and tucked it neatly into his notebook. Each afternoon after school, this adorable fool would pull it out and stare at it, daydreaming instead of completing his homework.
The peace didn’t last long though. One day, his mother, Katherine, discovered the picture while tidying up. She chuckled, thinking it harmless, and set it conspicuously on his desk. That’s when chaos truly ensued. Marlon barged into the room unannounced, as was his habit, and immediately spotted it. Oh, it was over for little Mike. The relentless teasing that followed could fill a book.
“Damn, Mike, we didn’t know you were into fuller gals,” Jermaine said with exaggerated emphasis, holding the picture for the other brothers to see.
“What’s this, Mike? Planning your future with Miss Chubby Cheeks?” Tito teased, grinning ear to ear. He was mortified, face burning red as his brothers howled with laughter.
✎ᝰ! Naturally he got embarrassed from their teasing yet it didn't make him any less ashamed of what he was into.
✎ᝰ! Always ran after the rounder girls in school.
✎ᝰ! It crushed him every time they turned him down.
✎ᝰ! Poor thing couldn’t comprehend that being into softer girls wasn’t mainstream.
✎ᝰ! As he grew older, his innocent admiration evolved into a more passionate, teenage longing.
✎ᝰ! His once puppy eyed stares grew more sinful as his hormones kicked in.
✎ᝰ! The urge to kiss soft, chubby cheeks turned into a desire to bury his face in full, ample tits and to grip meaty love handles.
✎ᝰ! Every time a curvy girl walked by, his breath would hitch, his gaze following the hypnotic sway of wide hips and jiggling bellies.
✎ᝰ! But even in his late teens, the frustration mounted. Porn magazines, ubiquitous among his peers, featured nothing but slim women. Respect them though he did, they simply didn’t ignite his imagination. leaving him to rely on his thoughts , filthy thoughts might I add.
✎ᝰ! Often imagining a fuller girl astride him, her soft body bouncing as she rode him, her weight pressing him into the mattress. His fantasies would leave him fisting his stiff cock fast like a mad man.
✎ᝰ! As he moved onto his solo career, away from his brothers, he had to be very careful about his image.
✎ᝰ! That's something both he and Frank agreed on, however that's not what Michael insinuated when it came to his dating life, or the type of women he wanted in his short films.
One such instance occurred during the production of the Thriller music video. Michael and his manager Frank DiLeo sat reviewing headshots of potential female leads.
“Hm, no, not this one,” Michael said, tossing aside yet another photo of a slender model.
Frank groaned, exhausted. “Michael, for God’s sake, this is the hundredth girl you’ve rejected. Pick someone so we can move on.”
Michael shrugged casually. “Hey, all these girls are cute, but I want it to be realistic.”
Frank gaped. “Realistic?! Michael, you’re playing a werewolf in this video!”
Michael sighed, annoyed. “Not that kind of realistic, Frank. If I’m supposed to give this girl a damn promise ring in the video, she should look like the kind of girl I’d actually give it to.”
Frank pinched the bridge of his nose. “Michael, we’ve been over this—”
Michael’s voice turned sharp, leaving no room for debate. “No, you’ve been over it. I’m not changing my mind. Either find me a softie, or I’ll find myself a new manager.”
✎ᝰ! Thankfully, things often worked in his favor.
✎ᝰ! Whenever he brought a curvy girl to set, no one batted an eye, assuming she was just a friend.
✎ᝰ! No one noticed that these “friends” never appeared more than once, nor did they question why his hand always rested possessively on their plush hips.
✎ᝰ! He’d smirk, thanking god for how clueless people could be.
✎ᝰ! Of course, not everyone was oblivious. Karen, his longtime makeup artist, had clocked his preference long ago.
✎ᝰ! She’d tried everything to seduce him—short dresses, red lipstick, flirty banter—but to no avail.
✎ᝰ! One day, as she applied his makeup, she noticed his attention fixed elsewhere.
✎ᝰ! She followed his gaze, annoyed that he wasn't facing her, to see him staring intently at another makeup artist across the room, her round cheeks glowing as she did his back up dancers makeup.
✎ᝰ! “Do you know her, K?” he asked, still staring, eyes never straying away from her round features.
✎ᝰ! Karen’s lips thinned. “No,” she said curtly, jealousy simmering beneath her skin. It was then she understood the truth.
✎ᝰ! By the time interviewers began prying into his love life, the pattern was unmistakable.
✎ᝰ! Questions about his “hidden” relationships amused him.
✎ᝰ! He wanted to laugh every time someone asked why he was so secretive. Secretive? Hardly. The world’s ignorance was the real culprit.
✎ᝰ! For years, he’d been openly hand-in-hand with his soft little muse, yet the tabloids never caught on.
✎ᝰ! Finally, he decided to just say ‘fuck it’ after marrying the love of his life in a beautiful secret ceremony.
✎ᝰ! The second the wedding photos were released, chaos erupted. No one could stop gossiping about it.
“Did you see the photos?” one host exclaimed. “He married a curvy girl! I mean, she’s stunning, but no one saw this coming.”
“I know, right?” another added. “I thought he’d end up with a model or actress, not someone so… chubby.”
Back at neverland, you lowered the TV volume and turned to him.
“You know this isn’t going to blow over anytime soon, right?” you asked.
Michael smirked, pulling you into his arms. “Who said I wanted it to? I want the world to know you’re my pretty wife—nobody else’s.”
He pressed a line of kisses up your neck, pausing to playfully nibble at your soft double chin.
“Ow! Hey, I’m not food,” you giggled.
He raised a brow. “Oh really? Because you tasted real sweet this morning—” You silenced him with a hand over his mouth, his muffled laughter warming your heart.
