Mayans MC Writings

attention | angel reyes

request: 4. "i'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention" 3. c'mere, you can sit in my lap until i'm done working" with Angel Reyes pretty please
warnings: none, just something short and cute
a/n: thanks for requesting, i love these prompts 💓
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it was the same thing every sunday.

sunday was supposed to the one day of the week where all of angel's attention was on you. but thanks to that fantasy football league the guys got him into, angel's only attention was directed to the tv

you had tried to talk to him but all he did was nod his head, not really listening to you. so you said the one thing that might get his attention.

"amor, food's ready" you say as you enter the living room

"yeah, during commercial" he waved you off

you gasp internally, well damn. with the idea of food not working, you decide to do one last thing to get his attention. you choose to annoy him.

you sit next to him on the couch and begin poking him. you didn't get very far until he started to sigh in annoyance, "corazón, i love you, but please stop"

"i'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention" you insist. you let out a yelp when he gathers you in his arms, lifts and moves you into his lap.

"fine then, c'mere, you can sit in my lap until i'm done working" he says as he wraps his arms around you and brings you back to his chest

"amor, this isn't working" you scoff under your breath

"if i win then gilly owes me money. and money you get from work. so technically it is working" he laughs as you still look at him with skepticism

you let out a sigh as you just accept it and make yourself comfortable on his lap. you don't understand the game so you turn slightly and start kissing his neck

"you fight dirty, corazón" he says as he squeezes your hips

you smirk as you trail kisses up his neck, to behind his ear, and then finally to his lips. he lets out a groan as you shift your hips, "you wanted my attention? well you go it" he says as he lays you down on the sofa as he hovers over you, the game on the tv forgotten