A/N: guys, I'm Canadian. So a rubber means a condom. So when I say rubber, I don't mean an eraser. Fred is not putting an eraser on his dick.
Kay byeeee.
I sat criss cross on our bed, looking at the back of the box of condoms I was holding.
97% chance of working.
Why not 100? Isn't that the whole point of the protection? To protect you 100%
I opened the box and pulled out one of the blue square packets, looking it over.
I still that one mortifying experience my mum put me through when I was in seventh year. It was after I was released from the hospital for the cyst on my ovary and she handed me a box of condoms because she knew I was going to have sex as soon as I was cleared, but couldn't take my pills for a little while.
Me and Fred never used those condoms.
I was beyond terrified to have sex so I put it off for how ever long I did, then fucked when I felt good about it, and was back on the pill.
Ellie and George ended up using that entire box of condoms during Christmas break anyways. So I guess technically my mum bought El and George the condoms.
Anyways, the point is, I've never been fucked with a rubber.
I'm kinda scared not gonna lie.
Freddie sat down beside in his boxers, taking the box from me but leaving one packet out. He tossed the box on the nightstand then pulled off his boxers. I smiled at the sight of his cock fully hard resting against his torso.
I climbed onto to his lap and wrapped my hand around him, slowly stroking him as I kept my eyes glued on his pretty dick.
"Do you have to put it on?" I whined.
"Yes, love, I do. We can't risk you getting pregnant."
"I'm not going to! The doctor said it was almost impossible!"
"But there's still a possibility." He hummed.
He grabbed the packet from beside him but I quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wait!"
"What?"
I didn't say anything, I just stared into his eyes and stared back into mine, probably waiting for me to say something.
I got that to work for a minute, then he leaned forward and kissed me softly. "Do you want to have sex?" He whispered against my lips.
"Yes please." I whispered back.
"Then I need to wear a condom."
"Nooo." I groaned and pushed my head into his chest.
"Yesss." He said and gave my ass a little pat.
I sat up and pouted my lower lip out, looking back at him. He kissed my cheek, my neck, then my collarbone, then leaned back and opened the package.
I let go of his cock as he took the condom out of the package then placed it over his tip, rolling it down his leg. His face cringed a little but he tried to hide it from me.
"It doesn't feel good. Just take it off. Your pull out game is pretty strong."
"It feels fine princess."
"I wouldn't like that. The only thing that should be around your dick in my cunt." I huffed.
"Are you jealous of a condom?"
"... no."
I looked back down at his cock and saw the condom didn't even go down to his base. So now I can't be filed completely with him. And how are we supposed to cockwarm if he can't be in me raw?! This just isn't going to work.
He grabbed onto my ass and pulled my hips up. I put my arms over his shoulders and bowed my head down, hiding my face from him.
He pulled me down on him, his dick going into me.
I don't like it.
He lowered me down until I was sitting on his lap. I did moan when he went in me- but it just didn't feel the same.
It was smooth. Fred has veins. I like feeling those veins inside of me. I like actually feeling his skin inside of me. Not rubber- latex, whatever.
I whined and pushed my head to his shoulder. "You'll get used to it princess." He assured me.
"I don't like it."
"You want me to pull out?"
"No. I just don't like it."
He started moving my hips over him and I closed my eyes, pressing my face to his neck.
I don't think he was enjoying it that much either.
"Freddie." I groaned. He slapped my ass then squeezed it. "Lemme move."
"Absolutely not."
"Please."
"Quiet. I don't want to hear you moan or whine."
"But-"
"Fuck," he groaned and pushed me off his lap, flipping me to my stomach quickly. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up so my knees bent under me, then he thrusted mad into me. "Don't fucking talk."
He kept a hand on my waist and his other hand on the back of my head, keeping my face in the bedding. He fucked into my fast, and I have to admit, it fillet pretty fucking good. I mean, Fred's cock is in me- but it's not the same.
I kept my mouth shut though and didn't make a single sound like he said.
I reached a hand behind my back and Fred moved his hand from my waist to my hand, holding onto it as he fucked me so good. I reached my other arm out in front of my and fisted my hand in the pillow.
My body moved with every thrust, and my ass perked up more.
Still not the fucking sake though.
I think I rather be depressed honestly.
I rolled my head to the side, pressing my left cheek to the bedding and I let out a little gasp, followed up with a, "sorry."
I dropped my legs from underneath me, laying on my stomach. Freddie didn't correct me, he only fucked into me deeper.
"Take it off." I whimpered.
"Quiet." He muttered.
I huffed and closed my mouth.
He squeezed my hand gently then let go of it, moving his hand off the back of my head too, then leaned over on me on his forearms, pressing his lips to my neck.
I took a deep breath in and smiled. His lips are so soft.
I hate this condom.
Freddie tilted his head and placed a kiss over my lips. "I know you don't like it love."
"I don't." I pouted.
"Yeah," he grunted as he sat up, "fuck this shit."
I smiled big as he pulled out of me, rolled off the condom then pushed back into me quickly.
Oh, yes. Fuck yes.
Veins.
===
"Stop itching your wrist love." Freddie mumbled to me. I looked down at my wrist, up at Freddie, then back at my wrist. "What are those bumps?"
"I dunno." I whispered. They looked like mosquitoes bites- but on my wrist and forearm. I never went anywhere near mosquitoes.
My arm has been itchy all day. Like, all day. Now I'm just noticing these bumps.
And another weird thing... I'm kinda itchy down... there.
I don't think I have an STI.
I used a condom.
For the first time ever, there is no way I got an STI.
I just shrugged it off and went back to eating my salad, and semi listening to Ginny talk about a Quidditch game she just had.
I looked up at Freddie as I put a forkful of lettuce into my mouth. He looked down at me with a little smirk and I winked up at then started chewing.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then turned his head the other way from me when Sirius asked him a question.
"Brooke," Ellie whispered and leaned in, "get your parents to watch Emmy next week." She spoke in my ear.
"No fucking way." I whispered back. "I don't trust my mother with my baby- wait, why?"
"Halloween party. Last year Grayson was with my parents, but I was still pregnant so I couldn't get wasted. This year I'm for sure not pregnant and don't intend on getting pregnant, so I can get drunkkk and you haven't been drunk in like a billion years either."
"Is it selfish of me to leave my baby though when she's only three months? Grayson was almost a year- and I already basically missed three weeks of her."
"I don't think it's selfish. It's one night of you partying your ass off, then you go and be the best mum ever again. Then you do it all again for New Year's Eve."
"... I don't want Emmy with my mum." I whispered.
"Okay, I got someone else in mind. If they say yes, and you're okay with them, will you and Weasley go- or just you. I don't really care about Weasley."
"Fine."
She smiled as she got up quickly and walked to the other side of the table, where Tonks was and whispered in her ear. "Yes!" Tonks gasped. "He's, gimme your baby!"
Ellie looked up at me with a grin. "Okay." I sighed.
"Now we get to go costume shopping." She sang.
"What this?" Fred hummed.
"Tonks is babysitting bitch!"
"Ellie, family dinner." George mumbled.
"Right, sorry Molly." Ellie quickly came back over to her seat, sat down, then leaned over to me and kissed me on my cheek.
I smiled and looked over at Freddie. "I'm gonna dress like a slut." I whispered.
"You're gonna get fucked like one too." He whispered back.
My cheeks went so hot and red.
After a while everyone was finished with their food and made their way to the living room- well except for Molly, my mum, and Mione, who were helping with dishes. Sirius, my dad and Arthur were also in there, sitting at the dining room table, talking.
I was sat on Freddie's lap, watching the movie that was playing (Moana- it was Kalen's turn to pick a movie) the room was dark and people were scattered everywhere. Fred and I were on the couch though, he kicked Ron out of his spot easily. Draco was sitting next to us, Kalen sitting between his legs on the ground.
"I'll be right back." I whispered to Freddie and slid off his lap, heading up the stairs to the washroom.
My cunt has been fucking burning like crazy. I'm not even gonna hide it. It hurts. I haven't told Fred though. That is embarrassing.
I closed the washroom door and turned on the lights, going over to the toilet. I didn't actually need to pee, I needed to see what the fuck was up with my cunt. Like, maybe it's something in my panties.
I grabbed my phone and went to my camera, angling it down a little.
My eyebrows furrowed.
It's like, all red.
Why is it red?
I looked at my panties and saw they were a pair I've worn a thousand times.
I don't actually have an STI? Right. There would be bumps. This is just red and it burns.
Should I tell Fred?
This would be such a big turn off though. Like, he doesn't want to see this, right? I don't want to see this.
He's going to see my cunt though...
He fucked me last night with that stupid rubber, and when he saw my cunt this morning, it wasn't red and I didn't have these weird bumps on my wrist and on my palm.
I can tell him, but it's not like he needs to look at it. Cause he doesn't. At all. He shouldn't actually.
I pulled up my panties and leggings and left the washroom, heading back down the stairs quickly and going over to Freddie. I walked up behind the couch and leaned over, putting my arms around his shoulders. "I think I'm dying." I whispered really quietly in his ear.
He tilted his head back a little and looked at me. "What is the reason now?" He whispered back.
"Just come with me." I sighed and stood back up straight. He got up and walked around the couch, following me up the stairs back to the washroom. I closed the door and locked it then spun around to him. "Okay, this is super embarrassing, but-" I don't want to say this, "okay, my cunt is like, burning."
"What?" He asked and furrowed his eyebrows.
"A couple of hours ago and started to itch and feel hot, so I looked and it's like, red- the skin- but it's not an STI because, well, how could it be, I only sleep with you- obviously, and we used a condom!" I rambled on.
"Can I-"
"No!" I cut him off quickly as my eyes widened. "No way. It's not... bad, but it's a big turn off."
"Love, it's not going to be. Just let me look."
"... fine." I wasn't going to win this, so I might as well give in now.
I pulled my leggings down then hopped up on the counter, spreading my legs a little. Fred stepped over to me and grabbed my panties, pulling them to the side.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as he crouched down in front of me. His brushed his thumb over me and I whimpered. It didn't hurt but I was so beyond embarrassed. He touched me again then looked up at me. I looked down with pouted lips.
"It's a rash." He said.
"What?! No!" I gasped. "What if I gave you a rash?! Oh my god, if I gave your dick a rash I'm actually gonna die."
"Calm down love, you didn't give me anything. Just show me your wrists." He said and I did. The right hand had more little bumps then the other, but there were still some on the left hand. "They're hives." He said.
"So..." I asked.
He smirked a little. "You're allergic to latex love."
"I didn't touch a balloon or anything." I said and furrowed my eyebrows.
"A condom is made out of latex."
"Oh." I mumbled.
"Oh." He was still smirking. I was pouting.
"So, we can't have sex anymore- oh god, you're gonna get a mistress or something-"
"Bee, there are condoms made without latex." He said, "wait did you say mistress?"
I slowly nodded yes.
"You're adorable." He chuckled and stood up. He fixed my panties, then gave me a kiss on my lips.
"How do I make the rash go away?" I asked.
"Cream." He shrugged. "It'll go away in a day or two."
"Are sure there's no rash on your cock?"
"You can check if you want." He grinned.
"You just saw a rash on my cunt and you want me to suck you off?" I asked quietly.
"Bee, I think you're missing the point; I saw you're cunt. I'm bricked."
"I love you." I sighed, then got off the counter and got on my knees in front of him.
===
"Oh my god." I groaned and dropped my head between my shoulders. I was leaned over the bathroom counter, my legs spread, as Fred put some type of cream on rash, which yes, is still on my cunt.
Three days later the rash never went, so guess who had to go to the doctors so get cream for my condom rash?
I hate my life at times.
"I'm not gonna blame you if you divorce me." I whimpered.
"Literally nothing about you will ever make you unattractive to me." He said.
"What if I got a face tattoo, like on my cheek."
"Still gorgeous."
"I get a huge scar across my ass- and you love my ass."
"Your ass will always be perfect."
"... I'm out of ideas." I sighed.
He pulled his hand away from me then turned on the tap and washed off his hand.
"I want to die." I whimpered.
"No panties." He reminded me and gave my ass a good slap as he walked away.
I can't wear anything for bottoms two hours after putting the cream on. So I'm taking care of my daughter in Fred's shirt and nothing else. I mean, it's not the first time, but still.
Am I bad mum?
I huffed and hit the lights as I walked out of washroom, going to the nursery where Freddie was with Emmy. She was on the ground, laying on her stomach, looking at Fred, who had his hand on her back.
Emmy is three months now, so as of right now, she can babble, smile, and hold her head up.
I hate how she's growing up so fast.
She can hold her own head up!
It's too soon for her to do that!
I sat down right on Fred's lap and pushed the fabric of the shirt between my legs to cover myself, then leaned back against his chest. He moved his hand off Emmy's back and put it on my thigh.
Emmy hit her little hand against the ground and smiled as she turned her attention to me.
Her smile is so precious.
"Can we pierce her ears?" I asked.
"Mhm." Fred hummed.
"Really?"
"You think I'd say no?"
"I don't know. Some people are really against it." I shrugged.
"If you want to, we can. It's not gonna kill her."
I leaned forward and put my hands under her underarms and picked her up, holding her out in front of me and Freddie. She scrunched up her legs, kicked them out, then reached her tiny little hand out and grabbed onto my noise, babbling to herself.
For some reason, a tear ran down my cheek with a sniffle.
"What's wrong?" Freddie said with a little chuckle.
"She's so perfect." I whispered.
"And?"
"It burns so bad!"
===
Okay.
Plastic condoms this time.
Here we go.
"I wanna do it." I was kneeled between Fred's legs, asking to put a condom on his dick. My cheeks can't get any hotter.
"Sure love." He hummed.
Fun fact: I was in charge of buying this condoms this time.
Another fun fact: I don't fucking know how to buy condoms.
I felt like I was being judged, so I quickly grab a bunch of boxes and bought them through the self checkout so no one saw me.
I learned there are three sizes to plastic condoms. I guess we're trying all three.
I opened the first package, placing it over his tip then furrowed my eyebrows. "That's not going over your tip." I whispered. "Who's dick would even fit that?!"
"Not someone who's 6'5." He said, but was still grinning.
Again; his big dick energy comes from exactly where you think it does.
I tossed the condom to the side and grabbed another one from a different box.
Okay, this has to work.
Fred isn't thatttt big.
I placed the condom over his tip and rolled it down his length, though I gotta say, it was a little tough.
Maybe it's just the material. It's not that stretchy.
"Tight Bee, too tight-" Fred grunted and quickly moved my hand, taking the condom off.
"Oh- sorry!" I dipped my head down and pressed a kiss to his tip. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He said as I sat back up.
"Are we ever gonna have sex?"
"Third time a charm." He mumbled and grabbed the last size of condom and opened it, pulling it on him.
I huffed when I saw it didn't go all the way down because it wasn't stretchy.
"Why do you have to be big? Just have a small dick." I whined.
"It's okay, it works." He knows it doesn't but I can tell he's already fed up and just wants to fuck me. "All fours."
I smiled and quickly turned over to my hands and knees. He pushed up to his knees behind me and put a hand on my ass, the other on his cocky guiding himself in.
I hate the feeling of a condom.
But I love being stuffed by Freddie.
Once he was deep in me, he pulled back then fucked into me hard. I moaned out and dropped down to my chest, stretching my arms out in front of me.
Literally three fucking thrusts in, Fred's cursed and pulled out of me.
"No, don't stop." I whined.
"It fucken ripped." He muttered.
"What?" I turned around and looked at him.
He took it off himself, and I saw the plastic ripped a little.
Well that won't work.
"Pull out?" I said.
"Yep." He grunted and pushed me onto my back, burying himself back into me.