regulus had taken to bothering you even when no one was around to see. what had started as a tactic to get people to fear him turned into some odd act of comfort for him. you didn't matter. you were a nobody. you both knew no one was going to stop him from the very first time regulus made you cry. and to this day, nobody ever has.
spewing cruel words at you served as a replacement for the words he wished he could say to those who truly deserved it. those who hurt him or underestimated him. petty insults, really, but still as cruel as a child could be.
as you grew older and regulus's mind began to picture you in other ways, as much as he hated you, he couldn't deny that you were beautiful. it was a look that lingered too long or a touch that pushed boundaries just enough to keep you quiet about it. but, his hormones could only be suppressed for so long.
one day, as you stumbled to the ground as he gave you a harsh shove, he caught sight of your pretty cotton panties, and blood had rushed downwards faster than he thought possible. his hand moved, slapping the globes of your ass hesitantly, groping the flesh quickly before letting go, his face red and scorching. when no punishment ensued, he realized you would never speak a word, no matter what he did.
regulus had only gotten worse, unable to contain himself. the face you made when you cried went from a comedic sight to an arousing one. regulus felt a shiver run down his spine, the very second your waterlined brimmed with tears, the second your lip slightly wobbled. without fail, his trousers tightened, his heart sped up, and his fingers itched to touch you again. strike you, pull you, grope you. he couldn't get enough of the feeling of your skin, your warmth, no matter the things he had to do to feel you.
today was different. regulus was angry, which, while not uncommon, his anger was different. he was furious, having expected the girl he had been pursuing to let him into her bed as she promised. regulus had angrily left her apartment, seething as his cock throbbed with need. you, unfortunately, happened to be around, forced to attend yet another dinner in his home.
it was easy for regulus to get you alone. a charming grin and level voice as he expressed his want to speak to you following his abrupt arrival. and soon enough, regulus had his cock in your mouth, both hands roughly yanking your hair as he brutally fucked your face. regulus had almost cum immediately as your hot mouth wrapped around his girth.
"merlin, fuck," he said through gritted teeth, shoving your face against his pelvis. you hit his thighs, gagging and spluttering as he held you there. his muscles trembled as he groaned deeply, his toes curling in his shoes as his balls tightened. your body instinctively tried to pull away.
"oh, stop. stop moving," he panted, pulling cruelly on your hair as he forced your head away from him.
he leaned down to your level, his hand meeting your cheek in a cruel slap. "what the fuck did i just say?"
"sorry," you croaked. "i'm... s-sorry."
regulus scanned your face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your now smudged lipstick and swollen lips. his eyes met yours, the redness of yours, the pain inside them made his cock throb as he spoke, "then put your hands down and keep that fucking mouth open."
