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May 28 Happy Happy Birthday, Baby
Title: Happy Birthday, Baby
Author: snapesgirl
Characters or Pairing: Rodolphus/Poppy
Word Count: 824
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Birthday
kink: partially clothed sex Kink: dirty talk
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, let me know of mistakes. Another in the Tangled Webs universe.



Poppy twirled around in her kitchen. She was feeling a sense of relief since the school holidays had started. Her cottage was in perfect shape thanks to the family house elf. The garden surrounding the cottage had been kept weeded and trimmed by a neighbour.

There was little for Poppy to do after unpacking her belongings and she wanted to celebrate. Various naughty thoughts filled her head while she made a cake. Baking should have kept her mind occupied, however, thoughts of a certain someone had her giddy.

Will he visit, or won't he visit? How long should I wait before sending him an owl? She placed the cake in the oven and waved her wand to set a timing spell. Poppy gathered the ingredients to make butter cream icing for the cake.

"Something smells good," Rodolphus whispered. He slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.

"I didn't hear you enter," she sighed. Poppy leaned against him.

"That might be related to the singing I heard when I came in. What was that song?"

"It's just a silly birthday tune." She blushed and ducked her head.

"Feel this, it's what your singing does to me." He rubbed his pelvis against her bum.

"Ro, you get hard at the sight, sound or scent of any witch between the ages of sixteen and seventy," she giggled.

"Not at all true. I refuse to seduce minors and I have too much respect of the elderly to have them risk a heart attack." He continued to frot against her.

"That feels good." She leaned forward, thrusting her arse out.

"Are you asking for a spanking?" Ro shoved up her skirts.

"No, I want you in me. I've been thinking about seeing you ever since I left the school." She spread her legs and raised up a bit on her toes.

"You are not wearing knickers, what a naughty little healing matron." His voice shook with mirth.

"Rodolphus, please quit teasing and fuck me," she huffed.

"Tell me what that bowl of icing is for." He fondled her.

"I have a cake in the oven."

"You have a what in where," he squawked.

"I am in the process of baking a cake for my birthday, which I grant is in March, however, I never get to celebrate at the correct time thanks to my job as a keeper in an insane asylum." She gasped and whimpered when he lightly pinched her clit.

Poppy heard the rustle of clothing and felt his ample cock brushing against her. She spread her legs a bit more and leaned on her forearms.

Ro eased in her and slowly pulled his prick out. He brushed the tip against her, making her whimper and moan in frustration. His soft chuckle had her shivering in anticipation.

"Do you want nice and slow or hard and fast?" Ro slipped his cock in and held still.

"Both, I want both." Her reply made him laugh. The feel of his shaking was nice. Poppy pulled her inner muscles tight and held still.

His laughter stopped. "Oh fuck, baby, you know what that does to me."

She tried to suppress a giggle and snorted. She released her hold on his dick.

"Do not mock me, wench." Ro patted her bum before beginning to shag her.

Poppy felt his strong hands grip her waist. Rocking back to meet each of his thrusts, she squealed and giggled.

"I like a lusty wench." He bit at her shoulders and changed the rhythm of his thrusts. "Do you like this? Do you crave the feel of my trousers rubbing your bits while I shove my dick up your cunt?"

"Yes, oh yes," she cried.

"That's a good girl." Ro ground his hips in a circular motion, making her cry out louder in pleasure. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel your quim milking my cock."

Her hands sought purchase on the counter, knocking over the bowl of icing. Poppy shuddered and sobbed. She felt Ro pull out and shove in deeper. When he stopped moving and rested on her back, Poppy sighed.

"Was this a good birthday for you?" Ro nibbled on her ear.

"The best ever," she purred.

"Why do I smell something burning?" Rabastan entered the kitchen and shrieked. "Oh, gods, you perverts have put me off eating for the rest of my life."

Ro shook with laughter and eased his flaccid cock out of her.

Poppy felt the brush of a cleaning charm. She lowered her skirts and went to check the oven. Using a levitating charm, Poppy removed the burnt cake from the oven and set in on the counter.

"Don't fret about the cake, I think we may have started something in your oven." Ro pulled her close and cupped her belly with one hand.

"Disgusting," Rab announced.

"Says the man who I caught shagging another man over my diningroom table." Ro's reply made Poppy laugh.