Britian dalton imagines

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So seeing as its my birthday i thought of this so i thought why not bruv

Warnings: Smut, Fluff
Everyone is at least 18 or over in this!

Y/N POV:

Sitting in my lonely flat, the day being gloomy and cold. I wrapped myself into the sheets of my shared bed and curled into my boyfriends side.

I missed him so much it hurt, Wanting to feel him cuddle me and whisper sweet nothings into my ear and lull me to sleep.

Britain was always busy nowadays with his new movie he was shooting, Hardly ever seeing him because he would always be too tired to do anything.

Normally receiving a small conversation you'd have among strangers, Not your own boyfriend. I understood he had to work hard.

Lost in thought i didn't hear my phone ring. The vibration on my - Britains - shirt ripping me away from my thought coma.

Looking at the caller id i saw it was the very man i was just lost in thought about, missing him dearly, Speak of the devil.

Answering the phone and putting it on speaker and hearing his voice i loved so dearly. Not one ounce of tiredness laced within it.

My pure sounding britain, My favourite.

"Hey baby! im sorry i couldn't be there for your birthday! i just got a break from shooting to tell you i love you with all my heart and i promise i'll make it up to you okay?" i could hear the worry in his voice as he spoke.

"Britain sweetheart, Its fine im okay. I understand why you aren't here" i smiled sadly even though he cant see it, He could sense it.

"No i promise as soon as i can come home im gonna spoil you rotten! just you wait sweetie" his smile clear as he spoke.

"alright fine i love you" i said, wishing he was here now.

"I love you too sweetheart. I love you more than anything okay?"

"I know, and you know im just saying" i paused and grinned "when you get back you have to do whatever. I. Want." giggling as i hear him coughing on his side if the phone.

"Y/n dont say things like that while im at work" he whined as i rolled my eyes, thinking of something evil to do, Tease him for my own pleasure.

"Okay i'll leave you to get back to shooting, i love you britain" speaking truthfully as i heard him chuckle lightly.

"I love you too y/n" was the last thing i heard before the hanging up dial being replaced.

Going on with my plan, Standing up and throwing the covers of my half naked body.

Walking to the wardrobe and grabbing Britains favourite lingerie piece, Slipping the revealing lacey fabric onto my smooth skin.

Doing my hair and makeup, puckering my lips and glossing them with a cherry scented gloss, fixing the top around my breasts, Barely covering them and setting myself in-front of the mirror.

Taking multiple pictures of me in suggestive poses, Deciding to send him three, One with my back arched, ass in the air and face on the floor.