MCU- Superman(HP)

A/n: Skip if you want I sincerely beg you to not judge me or my work after this.

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Harry smirked as he straightened back up. He turned his back on them, walking across the room to where his mattress lay on the floor. It was an ugly, old thing, torn and stained in so many places it looked more like a rag than a bed.

But it was all he had. It would have to do.

He bent down, dragging it across the floor toward Petunia. Her lips trembled as she realized what Harry planned to do. She tried to crawl backward, but there was no escape.

Harry sat the mattress down before her, watching as her wide, panicked eyes stared up at him. Her body was shaking, but there was nothing she could do to stop him.

He crouched before her, reaching up to grab the straps of her robe and ripping them off. Petunia let out a shriek of terror as her body was exposed. Her pale, soft skin was almost luminescent in the low light of the room. Her small breasts were bare, her pale nipples growing hard despite the cold.

Harry smirked, reaching up and pinching one between his thumb and index finger. Petunia gasped, trying to squirm away from him.

But he held her tight, his other hand sliding down her body to grip the waist of her panties. He pulled them down, dragging them off her legs. She was completely naked, exposed before him— and she was terrified.

"You can't do this," she sobbed out.

"Oh?" Harry said. "Watch me."

Harry stood up, pulling her body across the mattress. She was lying on her back, staring up at him with tears in her eyes.

He stepped over her, looming over her body. She whimpered, trying to cover herself from his gaze, but it was too late for that. Harry kicked her legs apart, and Petunia's thighs fell open, revealing her pussy. She gasped out, trying to squeeze her legs shut— but Harry was too strong. He easily spread them apart, holding them open as he leaned in closer.

"Oh my God," Petunia whispered. "Oh my God, what are you going to do?"

Harry didn't answer. He didn't need to. Instead, he just smirked as he lowered his head— leaning in and licking her pussy for the first time. Petunia screamed out, bucking her hips up into the air. But Harry just held her in place, his mouth sucking on her clit as his tongue circled it.

Her body trembled, a tear falling from her lashes and onto the mattress below.

"Oh no," she moaned. "Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Harry didn't let up. He kept licking her pussy, his tongue rubbing against her sensitive spot over and over again. She trembled in his grip, trying to pull away— but she couldn't escape. Harry held her tight, not letting her move even an inch.

"Fuck," Petunia sobbed out. "Fuck, Harry ."

But she didn't mean it. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to leave her alone.

She had treated him like shit his entire life. Now it was his turn to treat her the same way.

Harry looked up at her, his eyes locked on hers. He smirked as he kept licking her pussy, sucking and slobbering over her sensitive clit.

"Oh, you taste amazing," he growled, his hot breath ghosting over her wet pussy. "Fucking amazing."

Petunia cried out, her eyes falling shut. Her body trembled and then— her body tightened.

"Harry !" she screamed. "Harry , stop!"

But Harry didn't listen. He kept licking her pussy, not stopping even as her body shook around him. He kept sucking, his tongue rubbing her clit until her orgasm washed through her body.

When Petunia opened her eyes, she found herself staring up at Harry .

He stood before her, smirking as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"My God," she whispered. Her chest was heaving, her body flushed with pleasure. 

Harry didn't give her a chance to recover. Instead, he pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned chest. His muscles were hard, defined even in the low light. Petunia stared at him, her eyes wide with shock as he slipped off his pants, revealing his huge, thick cock.

It was a monster— bigger than any man could ever dream of having. It was thick and long, its head bulbous and red. It had a vein running down the bottom, and a drop of precum clinging to the tip.

Harry reached down, gripping it in his hand. Petunia whimpered as he gave it a few strokes,

"Oh my God," she sobbed, trying to squirm away from him.

Harry smirked. "Do you remember all the times you slapped me, Aunt Petunia?" he asked. "Do you remember how much that hurt?"

Petunia shook her head, trying to deny it.

But Harry just kept going. "And do you remember how many times you called me a freak, Petunia? Do you remember that?"

Tears began falling down Petunia's face, her entire body trembling. "I'm sorry, Harry ," she whispered. "Please, don't hurt me."

Harry ignored her. Instead, he kneeling before her on the mattress, his massive cock hanging thick and heavy between his thighs. Petunia stared up at him, whimpering as she realized he planned to make her suck him off.

"No," she whispered.

But it was too late.

Harry leaned forward, pressing her head onto the mattress. He held her in place as he pushed his cock against her mouth. His precum coated her lips, his length pressing against them.

"Open your mouth," Harry growled. "Or I'll make you regret it."

Petunia sniffled, trying to struggle against him. But his grip was too strong. He held her in place, making her stare up at his piercing, cold blue eyes.

She had no choice. She had to obey him.

So she opened her lips, and Harry pressed his cock inside.

"Ugh!" she sobbed out, struggling against his grip. His cock was too big for her mouth— but he didn't give a shit. 

And then, without warning, he pushed into her mouth.

Petunia tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by his massive cock. He pushed it into her throat, making her gag. Her nails scraped against his thigh, but he didn't even flinch. He pushed deeper into her mouth, holding her still as she tried to fight against him.

She began to drool, her saliva coating his cock as he held her still. She began to sob, her tears falling down her cheeks as he slowly began thrusting inside her mouth.

"Good girl," Harry growled. "Take it like a good slut."

Petunia was crying, struggling to breathe around his massive cock.

But Harry didn't care. He just kept thrusting, pushing into her until she began to gag. He held her there, making her choke on his cock until her eyes began to water. Then, he finally pulled back— letting her take in a gasping breath.

"Not enough ," Harry murmured. He began thrusting into her mouth once again, making her choke and drool as he used her like a onahole.

And then he finally pulled out, his precum coating her lips and chin.

"Good slut," Harry said, reaching down to smack her cheek. Petunia jolted at the touch, whimpering as tears fell down her face.

"Now ," Harry said, smirking as he lowered himself onto the mattress.

Petunia trembled as he pressed his body against her own— his hot, hard muscles covering her pale, soft skin.

"Don't worry," Harry said. "It'll be over soon."

And then— with one hard thrust, he plunged into her pussy.

Petunia screamed out. Harry didn't care. He just plunged deeper, his thick cock filling her pussy in a way she never thought was possible. She stared up at him, her tears falling down her face as he began to thrust inside her.

"Harry !" she screamed out. "Harry , don't!"

But Harry ignored her. He just kept pumping, making her take every inch of his cock. Her pussy was tight, butshe didn't have a choice. He held her body still, his hands pinning her down as he kept thrusting inside her.

And then he began to fuck her— really fuck her. He thrust into her so hard she began to bounce, her breasts jiggling with each hit. Her nipples were hard, her mouth open in a silent scream.

He kept pumping, his cock filling her to the brim. And then he began to change the angle, aiming for her g-spot and hitting it perfectly. Petunia began to shake, her pussy clenching around Harry 's cock. She was close— so fucking close.

Harry smirked down at her as he kept fucking her. Her body began to tense, her orgasm approaching.

And then she did. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her pussy clenched, her body shaking as her orgasm washed over her.

Harry didn't let up though. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, making it last as long as possible. When Petunia finally came down from her high, she found Harry staring down at her with a smirk.

"You've been a good slut, Petunia," he murmured. "So you'll have to be gifted."

And then he pulled out of her, leaving her empty and wanting. Petunia opened her mouth to protest, but it was too late.

Harry turned her over onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees. Petunia found herself bent over, her ass in the air.

"Wh-what?" she stuttered out.

But Harry ignored her. He just reached up, his hand smacking her ass.

Petunia jolted, trying to twist around. But Harry held her still, making her stay in place.

And then he plunged back inside her.

She screamed, her body jolting as Harry 's huge cock filled her again. He began to fuck her, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust inside her. Petunia squealed, her ass bouncing back against him. Harry kept pumping, not stopping even when she began to scream.

"Oh my God," she wailed. "Harry , you're so thick!"

"Be quiet, slut," Harry growled, his hand spanking her again.

And then he kept fucking her, not stopping even when Petunia began to sob. He thrust into her again and again, making her body tremble and shake.

And then he leaned forward, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it.

Petunia began to cry out, her body tensing as Harry fucked her harder than ever before.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, Harry !" fully drown in pleasures .

Harry smirked, pumping into her as he rubbed her clit. "Come for me," he growled. "Be a good little slut."

And then Petunia came. Her body began to shake, her pussy clenching around Harry 's cock.

She felt him tense, his own orgasm approaching. He plunged inside her once again, and then—

Warmth exploded inside her, Harry 's cum filling her pussy. Petunia felt him pulse inside her, her body beginning to relax as his cock finally emptied.

When Harry pulled out, she collapsed onto the mattress, her chest heaving with exhaustion.

But he wasn't done yet. She felt him lean over her, his hand reaching up to grab her hair. He pulled her head up, making her stare into his eyes.

"Clean me," Harry growled.

And then he pressed his still-hard cock into her mouth.

Petunia didn't protest. Instead, she just sucked him off, cleaning her own juices off his cock. When she finally let go, Harry smirked as she collapsed onto the mattress again. He reached down, rubbing her hair with his hand as he gazed down at her.

"You're a good little slut, Petunia," Harry murmured. "A very good little slut."

"Petunia stared up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

But he wasn't done yet.

Harry reached down and grabbed Petunia's waist, pulling her onto her hands and knees again. She whimpered at the sudden movement, but didn't fight back.

And then Harry reached around her, his fingers rubbing her clit. Petunia gasped out as he began rubbing it— she had already orgasmed twice. But she still felt a tingle run down her spine as he rubbed it again.

"Harry ," she moaned. "I can't."

But Harry didn't stop. He kept rubbing her sensitive spot until she began to whine. He knew he was being ruthless— but he didn't care.

He wasn't done punishing her yet.

"You'll take what I give you, slut," Harry whispered. "And if you don't want to, you can always leave."

Petunia hesitated as he stopped rubbing her. And then— she leaned back onto him, pressing his hand against her pussy.

Harry smirked as he resumed rubbing her. Petunia moaned out, her chest heaving as he worked her clit with his finger. She began to tremble, her thighs spreading as his finger rubbed her.

"Oh my God!" she screamed.

Harry just kept rubbing— he wanted to see her come. He wanted to hear her scream out his name. He wanted to make her forget who she was and who he was. He wanted her to call him master and herself his slave.

So he kept rubbing, not stopping until Petunia was screaming out his name. And then, with one more touch—

She came.

Her body shuddered, her head falling back onto the mattress as her orgasm washed over her. Harry smirked down at her, watching as her chest heaved and her pussy clenched.

And then, he stood up. His huge cock still hard, he smirked as Petunia looked up at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Good," he said. "Now let's see you take it, slut."

He walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her. Petunia stared as he gripped his cock, aiming it at her pussy.

"Please," she sobbed out. "Harry ."

But it was too late. Harry pressed his cock against her pussy, making her gasp out as he began pushing inside. Her lips formed an 'O' shape, her face contorted as she tried to accept him.

"Take it," Harry growled.

Petunia nodded, staring at him as he finally slipped into her. She whimpered out as his thickness filled her pussy, her legs trembling as he began fucking her.

He didn't go slow. He knew she could take it— after all, she was a slut. Harry began thrusting faster and harder, making Petunia's body shake as he fucked her.

"Ah!" she cried out, her head falling back. "Oh my God, Harry !"

"That's right," Harry smirked. "Say my name, slut."

And she did. She screamed his name out over and over as Harry raped her. He didn't care anymore— he was ruthless, a monster who cared for nothing.

Nothing but the pleasure.

Petunia was shaking, her nails raking against his arms as he kept thrusting. And then Harry leaned forward, reaching down and pulling her face up towards him. She stared at him with tear-filled eyes as he began fucking her harder, her breath panting against his.

"You like it, don't you?" Harry asked.

Petunia whimpered at the question, her pussy clutching around his cock.

"Yes," she whispered. "Y-yes."

"Say it," Harry commanded. "Tell me you want me to rape you."

Petunia's eyes widened, tears falling down her cheeks. She knew it was wrong, she knew she shouldn't say it—

But she couldn't help it.

"Yes," she moaned. "Please, Harry . fuck me."

Harry smirked, his cock swelling at her words. "Good girl," he said.

And then he thrust into her, hard. Petunia's eyes widened, her mouth falling open as he filled her again and again. He kept fucking her until she began to whine, her body trembling from the pleasure.

Harry knew he was abusing her, making her body take more than it ever had before. But he didn't care— he was lost in the pleasure, his body tensing with his own approaching orgasm.

He began fucking her even harder, making Petunia scream out as his cock filled her pussy. She began squealing, her hands scratching at his arms. And then—

Her pussy clenched around his cock, her orgasm washing over her. Harry groaned out as her body began to shake, his own release approaching.

"F-fuck!" he shouted out.

And then— he came.

His cum exploded inside her pussy, filling her as she stared up at him. He kept thrusting for a moment, making her pussy overflow as his cum pulsed into her.

But then he finally stopped, his chest heaving as his body relaxed. Petunia lay below him, her eyes closed as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Harry reached up, running his hand through her hair.

"You're a good slut," he whispered.

Petunia shuddered at his words. "Y-yes," she whimpered.

"I'm not done with you, Petunia," he whispered. "Not done at all."

And Harry smiled. He was happy— finally getting the justice he deserved. Petunia had treated him like dirt his entire life— now he was paying her back.

And then he fell asleep, his body and mind satisfied for now. But Harry knew—

He'd be back. He'd be back for more.