Summary: You get an unexpected phone call at an ungodly hour, but the results are… heavenly.
Read: (Part Two)
Word Count: 1,006
Author: The-Dangerous-Ginger
A/N: This is an unbeta’d work in which Misha is a devilishly eloquent dirty talker and my bitterness about Castiel’s character treatment peeks through. This is definitely not the last thing I will write for this blog, so keep a lookout, because I guaruntee there will be more. Feel free to drop prompts in my askbox. ;)
Tags: phone sex, dirty talk, nsfw, reader x misha
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Is that your phone ringing?
That better not be your phone ringing.
You wait a few seconds, hovering on the edge of sleep, and, yep, that is your phone ringing.
Groaning in an entirely rude way, you roll over and search blindly for the damn thing, cursing whoever is on the other end of the line a blue streak.
Finally finding it, you glance at the number before pressing the answer button.
“It is three in the morning. If this isn’t important, I am so kicking your ass.” You grit out, sitting up.
The voice on the other end chuckles lowly.
“You never were a big morning person.” Misha comments wryly, voice somewhat dark and maybe just a little husky.
Scowling at the darkness in your room, you shoot back, “Mornings are fine, they’re great, really. Three in the morning? Not so much.”
He merely hums at you for that one.
“So, what can I do for you?” The question really isn’t needed because you can almost feel the answer before he says it.
“I miss you, (Y/N). Really… miss you.”
The last three words were low, intense, and held an edge that confirmed your suspicions immediately.
Misha Fucking Collins just called you at an ungodly hour for phone sex.
The notion really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. In fact, it should actually piss you off… but it doesn’t.
No, your body is lighting up in response and is absolutely on board with the plan.
“Where are you?” You ask him quietly.
There’s a slight shuffle on the other end of the line, something like a door closing.
“Alone. They don’t need me right now, perk of having a character that the writers don’t really give a shit about.” His words had a slightly bitter tinge to them, but that was a topic for another time.
“Good…” You let the silence trail for a minute and leisurely play with a strand of your hair. “You miss me, huh? Just what exactly do you miss?”
A long sigh comes through the phone. “Your gorgeous face, and how it twists into the most beautiful expression when you’re in the throes of ecstasy. Your hair, always so soft and silken, and how great it feels wrapped around my fist when I’m fucking you from behind.”
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