opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

a dream or a nightmare?

*smut warning*

My hair was clinging to my sweaty forehead as he continued to fiddle with the hem of my skirt - sloppy kisses littering my collarbone and his ginger hair falling messily over my cheeks.

"Fucking hell, I didn't realise you would be this good" I whimpered as he looked into my eyes, his pupils dilated and dark.

"I could say the same for you love" he mumbled into my neck, leaving several hickeys as evidence of his ownership. He slowly let his palm slide down around my back and un-clipped my bra with almost too much ease.

He didn't even let me fully take off my bra before he began to suck against the skin right above my breasts. I was trying to hold back moans but it seemed near impossible when he was burning above me, I felt my body yearning for a deeper intimacy and so I did the only thing that my weak body was able to muster. I began to grind against him, whining and pleading, as he continued to plant wet kisses along my chest.

"Stop teasing me Weasley" I groaned, my back arching in pleasure. As one hand held my arm up, the other was now sliding my skirt down my thighs.

"I can't help it when you look so fucking pretty all flustered" he smirked, throwing my skirt to the side and admiring the wet patch that he had already caused just from kissing.

As he swiped the pad of his thumb over my underwear I threw my head back, as if it was a common reflex. He was teasing me and he knew it. He probably enjoyed the satisfaction of seeing me so wet for him.

His head slowly made its way back up my sweat-coated skin before whispering in my ear.

"Call me daddy" he mumbled as my mouth fell open. I did not expect to hear those words from Weasley, and I did not enjoy the surprise it gave me.

"Pardon?" I whispered back, still trying to keep the energy sensual.

"You heard me. Call me daddy" he repeated as my confusion increased.

"Oh fuck n-"

I jumped up in bed, my forehead as sweaty as the one I had clearly dreamt up, as I tried to piece together where exactly I was.

I scanned my surroundings as I tried to wake myself up. It was a dream. More specifically a wet dream. And even more specifically a wet dream about Weasley.

I swung my feet out from my duvet and clambered to the bathroom.

"Oh my god, oh my god. What the fuck" I mumbled, scrambling through the door.

When I entered I turned the tap on in urgency and splashed myself with the cold water, in hopes that it may cool me down and erase whatever the hell that was. As my hair dripped onto the floor I lowered my head down to get a drink and refresh my mind.

I stood in the bathroom for a while, staring at my reflection and seriously debating my choice in boys, before Tracey entered the bathroom. Her rollers were still perfect from the night before and her face tired.

"Tracey!" I shook her shoulders in extremity as she gasped at my eagerness in the morning, that I normally wouldn't hold.

"What the hell is up your arse?" she choked, trying to widen her eyes and wake herself up for what seemed to be a matter of importance.

"I-I I can't even bring myself to say it Trace, I think i'm going to throw up" I cried out as she stood confused. I don't blame her, if the roles were reversed I would've already walked out and gone back to bed.

"Look if you had a wet dream about Weasley it's fine, I have wet dreams about Potter sometimes" she laughed as my face drained of colour. I don't know which was worse, experiencing it or having to hear someone else say it out loud.