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Authors Note: Hi babies! This is my first ever oneshot, I’ve even written and published. The plot inspo mainly came from myself and my moots on twitter (love y’all lol). So I hope y’all enjoy this quick short one that I wrote up in like 2 days.

Plot:

Roman is finally making a guest appearance on Jimmy Fallon’s Tonight’s show. Which leads to him needing a last-minute favor from you. He wants you to help him decide on which suit he should wear for the show tonight. As you two begin to bicker for the top two choices, he then decides to choose for himself and goes to the show without your final approval. Leaving you at home with a bad attitude that he will gladly fix.

You and Roman have been seeing each other for years now and practically know the man like the back of your hand, so for him to ask you for fashion advice for his upcoming appearance was nothing out of the ordinary.

Sitting on the hotel bed as you binge your favorite Netflix series, Roman bursts in the room with just his slides and grey sweatpants, showing off his toned upper body.

He immediately looks at you with panicked eyes “Hey Bae, I need your help with something real quick.” he said quickly.

You were taken back at his approach for a second but were eager to help him out. “Sure, baby what’s up? What do you need?” You stood up from the bed instantly.

He grabs you gently by the wrists leading you down the hall to the hotel living room space.

3 Different suits were hung on a rack protected by plastic near the couch.

“I need you to help me decide on which suit I should wear tonight” he huffed.

“Ok, boo let’s see what you got.”

The first suit was a green velvet cut Gucci jacket and a black sleeved tee to hug him underneath with the pants to match. The shoes were black with gold tips.

The second suit was a simple black Versace print 3-piece that laid a gold pin within the lapel of the jacket. The shoes were just plain black.

The last suit was a simple ugly ass black 5 piece suit with a black jacket, white handkerchief inside the breast pocket, a black turtleneck zip-up sweater with a red tie, and a white dress shirt that you’ve probably seen before (because that nigga recycle everything in his closet, a cheap mf). With the same dress shoes.

“Hmmm” as you glanced and observed at each individual suit.

You fell in love instantly with the Gucci suit but something about the Versace one was calling your name.

“Are you going to wear this one with the gold Rolex?” You pointed towards the Gucci.

“Yea, but I don’t want it to be too much, ya know.”

You grabbed the Gucci and Versace suits and held them up to his chest.

He stared at you as you concentrated on both suits, figuring out which looked the best on him.

“Babe, c’mon now which one is it? Time’s of the essence.”

“Nigga don’t rush me. I’m tryna make you look good tonight.” you jokingly said.

He rolled his eyes. And looked back at you.

“I’m really feeling this Gucci babe. I think this is the one.”

“Really? Because I personally like that one.”

He lifts up the ugly third suit with the white handkerchief.

“Ew, Absolutely NOT! That is the very very very LAST option. These two are the true winners here, baby.” you responded.

“Plus they scream MONEY”

“Y/N, it is just tonight’s show, not the academy’s.”

“Well don’t you want to look your best and you did ask for MY opinion!” You said exaggeratedly.

“Listen it doesn’t even matter anymore aight, I’m already late as it is and this is taking too long” he sucks his teeth and grabs the third ugly suit. Before he quickly jogs straight into the bathroom to change, you snapped.

“THEN WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU ASK ME IN THE FIRST PLACE ROMAN?!?”

He looked back, appalled yet intrigued

He knew that going with whatever would piss you off. But he didn’t care, he loves it when he gets under your skin.

“First of all, relax. Secondly, you know how indecisive I get when it comes to shit like this, that’s why I asked. But now I know next time….not to ask yo ass” he whispered the last part to himself as he attempted to sprint away from you with the suit in hand.

“Roman don’t give me that shit ok, you are going to wear the Gucci piece and not that Ross clearance section mess!” you tried to snatch the suit from him but he lifts it up in the air out of your reach.

“Ay chill out, ok I’m going to wear whatever I feel comfortable with right now. So if imma wear this suit. Then guess what? Imma wear it!” As he backs away into the bathroom to change.

You wanted to go follow him and argue some more but instead of wasting your precious time and energy on his stubborn ass, you decided to go back to the bedroom to finish your show.

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After 45 minutes of getting fully dressed and scuffling around the hotel room, Roman finally walks into the bedroom and tries to give you a kiss goodbye before he heads off.

Instead of that ever happening, you shoved his face away the moment he tried to land his lips on your cheek.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re still mad at me…from earlier huh?”

He then leans in closer to your ear and whispers.

“When I get back from this show, imma fix that lil attitude you got, you understand me?” His deep husky voice laced your earlobes as you tried so hard to not look at him, focusing your full attention on the TV screen, with a slight smirk on your face.

He slowly pulls back, licks his lips in the most seductive way possible, and looks at you with deep lust in his eyes.

He leaves them, leaving you on the bed deep in your thoughts.

Thinking: “Yea. He’s definitely tearing this coochie up the moment he comes back.”