Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Jealousy

A/N: Helluurr, my jealous peanuts. Hope you enjoy, vote and comment. Love you people.

Y/N P.O.V.

I sat up trying to ignore my boyfriend kissing a girl totally prettier and sexier than me in front of me.

Yeah. I love it.

I grabbed my phone feeling extremely angry. He was loving it. And she was loving it too.

They stopped licking each other's face half-naked and Dylan came at me, drinking water.

"You're a fantastic actor."

"Thanks."

"But you can't hide that you were loving it."

"What?" He laughs.

"That bitch was literally eating you!"

"It's a sex scene, baby."

"She was loving it. I'm sure she will ask your number." I shook my head.

Dylan laughs and I slap his arm.

"Ouch!"

"That's not funny, Dylan!"

"Yes, it is." He tries to kiss me but I close my mouth.

"Babe, you know that's my job right?" I nod. "And you want to know a secret?"

"Not really."

"Every scene that I have to kiss a girl or do a sex scene all I can think about is you." He whispers in my ear. "With your white lingerie in our bed."

I look at him and he smiles before going to finish the scene.