A/N: Okay, I know... Not a ship people normally like to read. But, I PROMISE this is fabulous (according to my alpha). I'm offering a money back guarantee that you'll love it.

"You guys ready to go?" Ron asked his team.

He was a member of the Muggle-Magical Hit Squad and they had been tasked with taking out the most dangerous Muggle drug lord in London. Ron had read the case file on the man and his stomach had twisted at the things that were included. Whilst he took out dangerous people, he had no time for anyone who would do the things that man had done. Hopefully, he and his team could take him out quickly. He was ready to get home and to Hermione.

She had just returned from a two week trip to Antarctica to study magical creatures with Luna and Rolf Scamander and he had missed her. Most people teased him that he just missed her cooking but the truth was, he missed her. She was everything to him. Merlin, he'd give up meat for his witch if it made her happy.

He looked around and made sure everyone was ready to enter the building before giving the signal to follow him. The squad, made up of Squib police officers and Aurors, had not missed a target since he took over the team and he hoped today wouldn't be the day they messed up. He really did want to get home.

Turning off the shower at the Ministry, Ron spelled himself dry and walked over to his locker to change into his civilian clothes. The raid had been easier than expected. The person they were looking for was balls deep in his girlfriend and they were able to stun him and obliviate her before the poor man had been able to finish. Members of his team had also found five other people on the most wanted list and rounded them up. All in all, it was a successful day.

Stepping out of the Floo, he was sad Hermione wasn't home yet, but he was earlier than expected. Taking out his wand, he turned on the Christmas tree and all the lights around the room. He'd wanted her to be surprised when she arrived since she'd been gone since the holiday season began.

Knowing international Portkey travel took a lot out of a person, he made his way into the kitchen to start on dinner. His homemade fettuccine was his wife's favourite dish and he knew she'd appreciate it. He was just adding the last of the cheese to the pan when the fireplace roared to life. Turning, his heart clenched as his beautiful bride stepped out. How in the fuck had he gotten so lucky?

"Welcome home!" he called, hurrying towards her to take her bag and hand her the wine he'd prepared for her. She pressed a hard kiss against his lips before smiling at him.

"Thank you, Ron," she said then looked around, her grin getting bigger. "You decorated? It looks amazing."

"I saved the tree for us. Just put the lights on, that's all. Dinner is ready if you're hungry now."

"I'm starved." She looked him over. "I don't know how I got so lucky with you."

"I think it's your love of ginger hair and then my huge cock sealed the deal," he said with a laugh.

"Mostly the cock," she teased. "But you grew up a lot too. I don't know anyone else who has a husband that can cook, cleans, and is as successful as you.

"Had to man up to be good enough for my queen."

"Oh hush, you."

Ron had changed a lot since their school years, the loss of Fred changing something deep inside him. It shifted how he looked at the world. Fred had been funny and lived life to the fullest, but he was also hard-working, something Ron had never been. After his death, Ron realised that if he wanted the life he had dreamed out, he would have to work for it. So he'd accepted the Auror position from Kingsley, went through training whilst studying for independent N.E.W.T.s, and started making an effort to treat Hermione the way she deserved.

Now, five years later, they were married, he was the best Hit Wizard in Europe, and was deliriously happy with his wife. Before she'd left, they'd talked about starting a family and he couldn't wait to see her belly swollen with his child.

They sat at the table eating the meal he'd prepared and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was animated as she told him all about the creatures they'd seen there, including a magical polar bear. Evidently in the Muggle world, polar bears only lived in the Arctic Circle. Ron decided they were like the Squib cousins of the southern bears.

"Thank you for dinner, love," Hermione said, magicking their dishes to the sink to clean themselves. "Now, we can decorate the tree or we can just head to bed and work on making that baby."

"Such a tough choice," he mocked, "Let you hang balls on the tree or let you play with my balls. I think I'm going to go with option number two."

"You're such a git." She laughed and stood from the table, pulling him from his seat and leading him towards the stairs. "I missed your humour but I missed your dick more."

"I've been saving it for you. No wanking yesterday or today to make sure my swimmers are rested and ready."

They had made it to their room and she was already pulling her clothes off, tossing them on the floor. He followed her lead, magicking their clothes to the hamper because he knew she'd want to get out of bed and clean as soon as they were done if the room wasn't spotless and he wanted her on her back, letting his boys work.

"Get on the bed, love," he told her. "Spread those thighs for me. I've missed you and the way you taste on my tongue."

She crawled on the bed and he followed not a second behind her, not wanting to wait any longer than he had to in order to have her again. Moving up her body, he settled his hips on hers, his already hardening cock pressing into her heat. His lips kissed from her neck to her cheeks before he found her lips. Her moans of delight matched his own as they kissed. He could kiss her for hours as they did as teenagers but right now, he needed to taste her and then be inside her tight sheath. Her hips began to move against his but he pulled back, not allowing her the friction she needed.

Kissing his way down her body, he licked the thin skin between her breasts before moving to suck her hard nipple into his mouth as he played with the other. Switching, he flicked and pinched her wet skin and her breathing increased. Her hips were moving, rubbing herself against his stomach and he growled at her, causing her to laugh.

Showing her mercy, he moved down her body, settling his shoulders between her thighs. Her cunt was glistening and he breathed in the scent of her. Two weeks was really too long to go without the deliciousness of this wife. He pressed a soft kiss to her clit and smirked when she huffed at him in annoyance.

"Stop teasing me, Ronald!" she scolded him. "I need to come. It's been two fucking weeks."

"Did my queen not rub her little kitty while she was gone?" he teased her. They didn't have rules about not coming when they were apart so he was surprised to find out she had masturbated while she was gone.

"The cabin we were in only had one room. I wasn't about to wank with Luna and Rolf less than two feet away."

"Why not? Those hippies wouldn't have minded. They're all about self-love and orgies." Ron loved Luna and her husband but Merlin knew he'd seen them naked more than anyone besides Hermione.

Before she could retort, he ran his tongue from her opening to her clit, circling the ball of nerves before working his way back down. Her hands gripped his hair and pulled his face back up, settling his mouth right where she wanted him. Always ready to make her happy, he moved his tongue the way he knew would drive her mad and slipped two fingers into her tight channel.

Her walls were already beginning to flutter around his digits and he knew she was close. Pushing deeper inside, he found that place inside her that was like a 'Hermione Granger Instant Orgasm' button and pressed against it. Loud cries filled the room as her essence drenched his face. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, slowly bringing her down from her orgasm.

"Inside, Ron. Please," she begged.

Unable to resist teasing her, he slowly kissed his way up her body chuckling at the growls he could feel vibrating in her chest. He pressed his lips to hers as he pushed his cock inside her swollen core. He sighed as he felt himself slide home inside his wife, his love, his queen. As soon as he was fully seated he paused, deepening their kiss.

"I love you," he whispered. "So much, love. Are you ready?"

"Get me pregnant. Fill me with your seed until I'm ripe with your child."

"Merlin wept," he muttered, his hips moving without thought.

If there was only one thing Hermione knew about him, it was that he had a breeding kink. He was a Weasley after all. Most days he was happy to know she was on the potion and there was no chance of conceiving, but now that they were trying… His desire for her was higher than it had ever been. He hadn't wanted to fuck her this much when they were first together and shagging like rabbits. There was something about knowing that she would be carrying his child that got his cock hard and his balls ready to blow.

Summoning a pillow, he gripped her hips roughly and shoved it under her, getting her into the position they'd read would give them the best results. The tilt of her hips made him slip deeper and they moaned together.

"Fuck me, Ron," she whined.

"Yes, ma'am." He winked at her before starting to move.

Her wet walls felt like heaven around his length. He wasn't gentle, fucking her hard and deep the way he knew she liked. The head of his dick hit her fleshy cervix and she cried out, begging him to go deeper, harder, and do it again.

"You like that, love? Want me to fuck you full of my seed?"

"Yes! Please! Get me pregnant. Come deep inside me, please! Fill me with your child!"

He sped his thrusting up, keeping a relentless pace as she continued to beg him to impregnate her. The words spilling from her mouth, speaking to the most primal part of him and whilst normally he would hold off until she'd come at least three times, he didn't know how much longer he'd last. Reaching up, he took her breasts in his hands and began to fondle them, tugging on her nipples until she clenched down around him, her wetness dripping down onto his balls.

"Fuck," he growled as his desire overpowered him and jet after jet of his come splashed inside her quivering core.

He stayed inside her as his body calmed down before moving to lay next to her. He wanted to pull her onto her side and hold her, but she had said no, wanting to stay like she was for at least a half-hour. Summoning a glass from the kitchen, he filled it with cold water from his wand and handed it to her, helping her drink. Shifting he sat against the headboard behind her and put her head on his thigh, running his fingers through her hair as they talked about their trip.

She looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you," she said.

"For?" he asked.

"Everything. Dinner, decorating, and dick. You're a dear."

A/N #2: So... Not as bad as you expected right?! The fandom needs more well written Ron.

Have yourself a merry little Cockmas.

Let your cunt be full!

From now on

your sex life will be lots of fun.

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