Ease the Tension (Piter de Vries x F!Reader)
Fandom: Dune 2021
Rating: R (+18 THIS IS SMUT!)
Contains: Light nipple play, light dom/sub undertones, PIV, mention of handjobs, choking
I hate myself I really do. Anyway I saw Dune as soon as I could and fell hard and fast for Piter, which really should be no surprise to anyone. There’s just something so eerily sexy about him. And I’m really into it. Take this garbage.
Piter sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed, lowering his head into his hands. With the Emperor forcing the Harkonnen off Arrakis, the Baron had been nothing short of abysmal to be around. Such stress was taking its toll on the twisted Mentat as well. He lifted his head as he felt hands softly come to rest on his shoulders. With another sigh, he reached up and placed his hand over the one on his left shoulder.
“My darling, you should be asleep.”
“I can’t sleep without you.” She squeezed his shoulder softly. “Knowing the Baron is picking that beautiful brain of yours apart, how am I to sleep soundly?”
He shook his head, turning around to press a kiss to her forehead. He gently traced down her cheek, knowing that the cold metal of his rings against her blanket-warmed skin would cause her to shudder. He felt a flash of pride at the desired reaction. “You worry too much, my darling.”
“Do I?” She leaned her head down to murmur into his neck. “I’ve seen what the Baron is capable of.”
“And you’ve seen what I’m capable of.”
She placed featherlight kisses up his jaw to his ear. “I have. Come to bed, Piter.”
He let out a hollow laugh. “Sleep will likely escape me, my love. With the upcoming exit from Arrakis, and the many demands of the Baron, I am...far too tense.”
She kissed the shell of his ear. “Let me ease your tension, Piter.”
Piter considered his options. He was a logical and methodical, if sometimes calculating, man. And the proper answer to this, he knew, would be to either give in to sleep’s temptation, or to simply stay awake.
But, much like when they stole away in the night and married in secret, Piter found himself unable to refuse himself of what his heart wanted. And right now, his heart wanted the loving touch of his wife. He was a torturer, a murder, a man most sane beings would consider evil. And yet the only thing he could think of as he removed his mercilessly intricate clothing was how she made his heart flutter.
Stripped down to his underclothes, he returned to the bed they shared. “I suppose you have something…specific in mind?”
Y/N got a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I do. Come, let me help you…unwind.”
Piter sighed as her hands settled themselves on his chest as she straddled him, her fingers dancing their way up his torso, to his neck, and up to cup his jaw. She gave him an almost devilish grin when she felt his cock respond to her touch. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him with all the love and lust in her soul. Her lips tasted sweet, like her favorite wine that she must have had with her dinner. He found her kiss to be far more addicting than any alcohol, however.
“You are a temptress…” he muttered into her mouth as she ground down on him. “A witch. You have me under your spell.”
“Mmm…” she hummed as she pulled her nightdress over her head, baring her breasts to his gaze. “I didn't hear a complaint there.”
“How am I to complain?” One hand went to her breast, his fingers, still clad in cold metal, pinching and tweaking at her nipple as it hardened. His mouth almost watered at the sound of pain that escaped her lips. “I have the most beautiful woman in the universe in my bed. And she’s sworn her loyalty…” She gasped at the sting of his teeth, suddenly scraping against the nape of her neck. “Not to House Harkonnen…” He bit again, pinching her nipple at the same time, and the sound she made was worth more than all the spice in the universe. “But to me. She’s sworn herself to me alone.” The hand not on her chest went to her throat. “Truly, what have I to complain about?” Piter hesitated for a moment before squeezing. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
“I want this,” she said.
He nodded, but still didn’t squeeze, instead releasing her throat. “Take me inside you first.”
She nodded, quickly reaching down and freeing his cock from his underclothes and pulling her own panties to the side. She hovered for merely a moment, giving his cock a few strokes just to make sure it was at full mast, before sinking down onto him with an almost pornographic moan.
“How lewd…” he said, keeping his composure despite the velvet heat surrounding him. His hand returned to her throat, and this time, he didn’t hesitate to squeeze. The gasp that escaped her was nothing short of euphoric and Piter had to suppress a moan of his own. After all, he must always keep dignified.
His cold rings dug into her heated skin as she rode him, his hand never leaving her throat. Piter’s poise gave way to soft grunts as both he and Y/N grew closer and closer to their climaxes. Being as smart as he was, Piter grew bored of things quickly. But he didn’t think he could ever get bored of watching his wife’s breasts bounce as she fucked herself on him, or hearing the positively enchanting sounds that she made, or the taste of her lips against his.
He was sadistic and cruel, but he held nothing but love for the woman who melted the ice around his heart.
His vision blurred as he spilled himself into her, the feel of her climax around him too much to bear.
She went boneless against him, and he was quick to catch her, gently lowering her to the bed beside him. “Are you okay, my love?”
She hummed and gently stroked his cheek. “I’m fine. How are you? Less tense I hope?”
He chuckled softly. “Yes, my love. Much less tense. Thank you.”
She nodded and closed her eyes, curling into his side. “I hope you can sleep now…”
He brushed her hair out of her face. “I’ll sleep soundly, my love.” She hummed again, and her breathing evened out as she fell asleep. Piter couldn’t help but smile. His hand trailed down her bare body and came to rest on her slightly rounded belly. And he swore to himself, as he did so soften, as he too was lulled into sleep, that he would do anything to protect her and the life growing within her. If it killed him, he would keep his wife and child away from the Baron, away from the dangers of Arrakis. Safe. He would keep them safe.
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