𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

n. riki : attention ( f )

wc : 0.6k
prompt : "i'm not going to stop poking you until you give me attention"
note : i love this boy sm omg

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"riki, when i said i'd come over i told you i had to finish some homework. so, please, for the love of god, let me work," you whine, pulling your laptop closer to you and sinking deeper into the beige couch you sat on.

"i didn't think it'd take more than thirty minutes for you to finish! take a break. please," niki said, drawing out the last word in emphasis. "you've been staring at that screen for too long."

"oh my gosh, just come here," you sigh, adjusting the laptop so it's slightly out of the way. "lay your head on my lap; i'll play with your hair, okay?"

niki smiles, somewhat satisfied as he shuffles closer to you. he gently places his head on your thighs, his eyes lively as he looks up at you.

you can't help the soft grin that makes its way onto your face. placing a hand on his scalp, niki immediately closes his eyes as you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the roots.

with niki finally content, you shift your attention back to the google slides presentation you had to make. and, although it wasn't due until next week, you still wanted to get it out of the way in hopes of being able to spend more time with the boy in your lap.

however, it was taking a while to complete and niki was clearly not having it. so, with your hand in his hair, you begin working diligently.

over the course of a few minutes, though, you become completely focused on your schoolwork again, even going as much as to stop playing with your boyfriend's hair, using both hands to type away on your laptop.

niki groans, saying your name in complaint. "i thought you were gonna play with my hair?"

"give me one second," you mutter, not bothering to look down.

narrowing his eyes, niki reaches up, poking your arm. you merely brush off his action. that is until he does it at least ten more times in the span of five seconds.

"riki, stop," you say to him, eyes still on your laptop screen.

he only continues to poke you, moving from your arm to your stomach. "i'm not going to stop poking you until you give me attention."

huffing, you look down, a scowl on your face.

niki grabs your now-still hand and sets it on his head." now, please continue to play with my hair as you said you would."

you sigh through your nose before coming up with another solution. "you know what? let me make sure all my work is saved, and then we can cuddle."

"you told me that two hours ago and look where we are now," niki states. sitting up, he continues on. "just come get me when you're done."

you immediately slam your laptop shut, shaking your head at his words. "no, no, i'm done, alright?"

"good," niki replies, a triumphant smile on his face. he moves to the other side of the couch, laying his head on the armrest before saying, "come here."

grinning, you set your laptop aside before crawling over to him, letting niki pull you on top of him.

you let out a sigh as your body relaxes against his, your cheek pressed to his chest.

niki's hand finds its way to your hair, and you can't help it when you say, "now i know why you always come to me asking if i can play with your hair; it feels nice."

"yeah, i know right," niki breathes out, snuggling deeper into the cushion under him and continuing to stroke your hair, glad to finally have you all to himself.