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Virgil Van Dijk and Kylian Mbappé after the France vs Netherlands match.
21.06.2024
Happy birthday to the only man that actually has “aura”
Who’s calm as you like except when he has to deal with English referees
Who’s not only a world class footballer
But also a world class model
And the best captain we could ask for ❤️🧡
Ibrahima Konaté’s equalizing goal against AC Milan in Liverpool’s first game of the 24/25 UCL.
(17-09-24)
Virgil van Dijk’s goal against AC Milan in Liverpool’s first game of the 24/25 UCL.
(17-09-24)
FOOTBALLER MASTERLIST
Warning! Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+).
Note: I decided to make a list for all my writings. Hope you like it. I might add more people as I go.
Yours Truly, Bianca🌻
Concepts & Blurbs
Kylian Mbappé
Trent Alexander-Arnold
Virgil Van Dijk
Jude Bellingham
Erling Haaland
Series:
Forever my heart (K.M)
Virgil Van Dijk
Fluff 💕 Angst ☠️ Smut (18+) 💦
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Homecoming💦 💕
Wildside💦💕
Hard to get💕
First love, last love💦💕
you should do a fluffy smut with Virgil! with a size difference 🤭
Homecoming
Masterlist
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Virgil finally comes home after going away for matches and you give him a warm welcome.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 5.1k
Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom!Virgil, sub!reader.
There's nothing you hate more than away games.
The house feels too big, too empty without him. You move through the rooms, trying to fill the silence with the sound of your own footsteps, but it's not the same. It's never the same when he's not here.
Virgil. The love of your life. The center of your universe.
Tonight is different, though, because he's finally coming home.
After nearly two weeks of no contact, except for the occasional brief FaceTime, you were more than ready to have your husband back home.
So you’ve been preparing, setting the stage for a quiet, intimate night. Just the way you know he would like it.
The dining table was set with candles, a bottle of his favorite wine, and two plates filled with rice, butter chicken, and steamed vegetables, perfectly seasoned. His favorite. You were dressed in the short red dress he bought you last month and had sprayed on his favorite perfume.
All that’s left to do is count the minutes until he walks through that front door. Which is exactly what you’ve been doing for the past thirty minutes.
You hear the distant hum of the car engine, and your heart skips a beat.
You run to the mirror in the hallway to quickly check your appearance, smoothing down any stray hairs and adjusting your dress. Satisfied with your reflection, you take a deep breath and go stand by the door.
Finally, you hear the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock, and the door swings open, and there he is—Virgil.
You don't hesitate as you rush to greet him, jumping into his arms once you're close enough. Giving him barely any time to react as you wrap your legs around his waist and shower him with kisses.
"Hello to you too." Virgil chuckles, stumbling a little from the force of your attack. Without dropping you, he places his bags on the floor and tightens his arms around you as he returns your affectionate kisses, his hands slyly sneaking down to cup your ass, squeezing.
"I missed you," you whisper against his neck, your breath sending shivers down his spine. He responds with a soft laugh, brushing his lips against your cheek. "I missed you more," he confesses, bringing his hand up, cupping your face, and pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.
His stubble grazes your skin, and for a moment, time stands still. You love him. And he loves you.
As you pull away, Virgil's gaze lingers on you, taking you in. "Are you wearing my perfume?" he groans, giving your bum another generous squeeze, causing you to release a soft moan.
"Mmh," you whisper shyly, gently tugging on his goatee. His eyes sparkle with absolute awe as he leans in closer, nipping teasingly at your neck, hands kneading your ass roughly. You feel a surge of desire course through your body, down to your pussy at his actions.
“Yeah, you miss me that much?”He asks playfully, wrapping his arms around you tighter, letting out a small growl when you giggle at the sensation of his beard tickling your chin.
You nod, pressing your forehead against his. “Yeah.”
“Then I guess I should make it worth it.” He purrs, pulling you in for another kiss. This one is more passionate, your tongues dueling together as hands roam. They are all over your body, feeling every bump and curve, his fingers leaving goosebumps behind. His lips trail down your neck, leaving wet, sensual kisses.
Your breath hitches when he reaches your collarbone, sucking on it gently. “Wait.” You whisper, pushing him away.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, brown eyes looking at you with concern. You melt at the sight, falling in love with him all over again.
“I made dinner.” You smile sheepishly, flushing red as your stomach growls at the reminder. You were so busy getting everything ready today, you hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.
He giggles at the sound, and you blush even more. "Alright," he huffs with a playful pout, slowly releasing you, setting you down on your feet, keeping his hands on your hips.
You giggle, give him a quick kiss, and go to walk away, but he yanks you back, bending down to place a soft kiss on your neck. "But I’m having you for dessert," he purrs into your ear. You feel his warm breath against your skin and melt in his arms.
"Virg," you whimper, feeling a shiver run down your spine. He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief, as he tightens his hold on you, nibbling gently on your earlobe.
“On second thought. Maybe the food can wait; my appetite is craving something else right now.” You almost give in, but then you remember the surprise you have planned for him later and put your foot down.
“Nope.” You say popping the ‘p’. "Now come on, the food is getting cold.” You lead him into the dining room, where the flickering candles cast a dance of shadows on the walls. The soft glow accentuating the sharp lines of his face, making him look even more captivating.
“Wow.” He gasps, eyes wide, as he takes in the scene before him. The table is set with care, adorned with coconut scented candles (his favorite) and rose petals everywhere. “Babe, this looks amazing!” He turns towards you and smiles. “Thank you.”
You’re beaming at his praise, happy that he likes it. “Welcome. Now please sit.” You gesture towards a chair, inviting him to sit, and he complies with his usual charming smile.
The first bite is a revelation—a burst of flavors that dance on your taste buds. You can't help but moan in delight, and he chuckles. “Hungry?” You can only nod, scoffing down the food in the most unladylike manner. But it doesn’t faze him.
Virgil has other things in mind, barely touching his food and instead finding subtle ways to express his affection—a stolen kiss, a tender touch, a whispered compliment.
As delicious as everything is, he has a different hunger—a hunger for the woman sitting across from him.
He can't help but admire the way the candlelight plays on your features, accentuates the curve of your smile, and the way your eyes light up as you talk about her day and ask about his.
"Virgil, are you even listening?" You tease, breaking him from his thoughts.
Caught off guard, he chuckles, "Of course, love. I'm just appreciating the view."
You blush under his lustful gaze, warmth spreading across your cheeks at his subtle compliment. "Smooth talker."
As the last bite is savored, he rises from the chair, making you look up in confusion. "I believe I was promised dessert." He states, eyes trailing your figure, a hunger of a different kind building within him.
You raise an eyebrow, at his words, feeling your heartrate spike up at the subtle indication. "Oh? And what might that be?"
He circles the table until he's behind you and bends down to press a gentle kiss to your neck. "You, my love. That's all I want."
Then he's pulling you out of the chair and throwing you over his shoulder, sprinting up the stairs as you shriek and giggle.
The door to your bedroom closes shut and your heart rate skyrockets. You know what’s coming next. You feel him set you down before he’s gripping your waist and pulling you closer.
Even after five years of marriage, you still can't get over how much of him there is.
The way you have to crane your neck to look at him, forced to take in the way he towers over you. All broad shoulders and hard lines. Forearms that look like they could be the size of your thighs. Hands that easily encompass your waist, gripping and squeezing until all that’s left are faint bruises.
The epitome of masculinity.
You want to cower at the way he’s looking at you right now. Hungry and possessive, as if he could devour you whole.
"Hi,” he whispers, his deep voice resonating through your body. It's a simple word, but it sends shockwaves down your spine, igniting a fire within you that only he can quench with the way his words wash over you like spring rain.
"Hi," your voice trembles, and you watch his pupils blow wide. His gaze holds you captive, as if he can see every secret and hidden desire within you. Every nerve in your body is on high alert, craving his touch.
He's magnetic, drawing you in with an irresistible force. The short time apart seems to have made you forget how beautiful he is. How good he smells.
He’s warm water on a cold winter's day, thawing you from the inside out—settling deep in your bones and filling up a space you hadn’t known was empty. You want him.
All those nights spent In the dark, a pillow finding its way between your thighs, the scent of him lingering on each one as your hand muffles your moans. When you're empty and dripping and coming with a cry. It chokes you.
It stuffs its way down your throat, filling your lungs, and blocking your airways. It plunges you underwater, leaving you gasping for breath. It sticks to your clothes, your sheets, reminding you of him even when he’s not there.
All you can think about is him. The way he consumes your thoughts, leaving no room for anything or anyone else.
It’s hell.
It’s bliss.
You watch his gaze rake down your body, setting on the place where the hem of your dress meets the tops of your thighs. Catching the moment he decides he's going to devour you whole.
The room feels smaller than usual. His presence overwhelming you in the best way. A heat—unbarabely intense—fills the air, making it difficult to breathe as his gaze lingers on your trembling body.
A need—coarsing through your body with vengeance—eats through your bones and settles low in your belly.
You hurt, you ache, you need.
Fucking need him, to fill you up until you're dripping onto the grey silk sheets.
He approaches you with a predatory grace, a smug smile on his lips. "Time for dessert." Your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of his confident steps towards you.
“Virg-” a whine, clawing its way up from deep in your throat. “I need you.”
A look in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher—something soft, something primal, something hungry. “Shh, I know. it’s okay.” Full lips stretched thin—a smile that asks you to stay, to trust, to submit. A smile that tells you to run. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
A needy whimper drips from your lips like the sticky mess that drips from your core. You want him to lick it. “You will?” Big, soft, doe eyes looking into the stare of a predator that wants to rip you limb from limb.
The grin that spreads across his face tells you everything and nothing, and you know you're not sleeping tonight.
Gently, he walks you both backwards until the edge of the bed presses against the back of your knees, his body trapping yours. You're his for the taking.
Slowly, Virgil trails his fingers along the straps of your dress, teasingly pulling them down your shoulders until they hit the floor, leaving you exposed for his eyes only.
His breath hitches involuntarily at the sight of you, big brown eyes traveling along your curves, indecisive on which part of you he wants to explore first. “Fuck, baby.” His voice is soft as he takes in the black lace covering your skin. “Look at you.”
You can’t help the way your face lights up at his words and the warmth that floods your veins. “You like it?”
A kiss to your forehead. “I love it. I love you.” His words make your heart swell, knowing that he's still just as enamored with you as the day you first met. "I can't wait to fuck you." His words send an unmistakable ache deep in your chest. An excruciating emptiness in your cunt. The heat is back, and it burns.
“It hurts.” You sound so small and afraid, and all you want is for him to make it better. “Please fuck me, Virg, please, please, make it stop hurting.”
Soft kisses on hot, itchy skin. The feeling of his beard against the sensitive flesh of your neck leaving you to squeeze your sticky thighs together, hoping for the smallest bit of friction.
A large hand grips your thigh, forcing you to remain still. “None of that.” A tone that leaves no room for argument. He lays you down on the sea of sheets and pillows and big, buttery soft blankets. Taking soft, sweet moments to tell you how perfect you are.
How beautiful. How precious.
He kisses your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, gently pulling down the clasps of your bra, leaving you topless. His hands explore the curves of your body, tracing every inch with gentle caresses as he licks his way down to your breasts. You are so soft, warm, and sweet—and he wants all of you.
His mouth closes over one nipple, sucking until it becomes hard and you're aching for more, as his large hand comes up to cup the other breast, completely encasing it and massaging softly, making you whine in pleasure.
He nuzzles his face into your chest and breathes in deeply—the scent of you intoxicating him. Pulling back, his hands cradle your face, his gaze searching yours. "I can't get enough of you," he admits, his voice husky with lust.
He moves his way down, planting wet kisses as he goes, over your stomach, across your hips…until he reaches the juncture between your legs and prys them open. An obscene amount of slick rushes out of you, soaking your panties and leaving a wet spot in the center.
He pulls them down with his teeth, exposing your dripping pussy. He inhales deeply, taking in the sweet scent of your arousal. "Oh, fuck, baby. You're so fucking pretty." His voice is deeper than usual, drenched with thirst. "Is this all for me?" He asks as his fingers trace the outline of your labia, and you nod frantically, unable to form words. "Yeah? Good girl."
He plays with you for a little bit longer, teasing you with gentle strokes and flicks, making you squirm and moan in pure pleasure. He pulls away and looks up at you with those chocolate-brown eyes. "Tell me what you want, baby. I need words." His voice is low and husky, chuckling at the wanton moan that escapes your lips.
You look down at him, eyes glazed, as you try to speak, but all that comes out is a garbled mess of sounds. He shakes his head, smiling wickedly. "No. Tell me. Use your words, babygirl."
You swallow hard, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. "I-I want you to, to eat my pussy. Please, please, Virgil." You moan, pleading, your eyes welling up.
"Your wish is my command," he purrs before diving right in.
Not even warning you before you feel a hotwetsogood tongue devouring you. Consuming you like you're the sweetest treat he's ever tasted. Licking and sucking.
Your hips buck up off the bed, and you whimper. He holds your hips down with one hand, his palm covering your lower stomach, while he uses the other to slide two fingers inside you.
Too big and too much for the size of you. Forcing their way in, like the tight entrance of your pussy was made to accommodate them. They curl once, twice, grazing that sweet spot inside you that he knows oh so well.
Stretching you open. Leaving little starbursts behind your eyes. And your mind goes blank. All you know is him.
And God, does it feel good.
Pumping and licking, and it’s too much.
It’s not enough.
You need–
His lips wrap around your clit and sucks and it's over. You cry out his name as your orgasm hits, waves of pleasure washing over you, body shaking, pussy muscles clenching hard around his fingers.
He doesn't stop until your body stops convulsing, and you reach down to push his head away, clit too sensitive to handle any more stimulation, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
You hear his voice.
Somewhere distant, cloudy, and out of reach. Barely making out the way he whispers, “So good. You did so good for me, baby.” against your clit. The sound of his voice leaves you soft, and gooey, and floating.
"That was good, wasn't it?" he asks, stocking your thigh. You nod, still breathless. "Yeah, that was amazing." You whisper, face red as you recover from your high. He grins and rises from his position between your legs, his 6'5 frame towering over your 5'3, before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, making you taste your own sweetness.
You feel him against you—all firm and warm—and realize he's still dressed. You tug at his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against yours. He chuckles and quickly undresses until he's naked, revealing a sculpted body that can only come from years of dedicated fitness.
He reaches down and takes hold of your hand, guiding it to his cock. It's hard and throbbing, ready for you. You wrap your hand around it and squeeze, stocking slowly. He groans, his hips thrusting forward. "Your hand feels so good, babe. I can't wait to be inside you."
You whimper at his words, stocking faster at the thought. It's been so long, and there's only so much your vibrator can do. You want him, you need him. "Fuck me. Please fuck me, Virgil."
He leans down, supporting himself on his forearms so he doesn't crush you under his weight, to press his cock against your dripping cunt. You moan at the feeling, anticipation runs through you at the sheer size of him against you. "Please put it in. Please!” you beg, hips arching towards him.
He grabs them, forcing you to stay still. “Hey,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Patience, my love," he murmurs, his eyes locked with yours. His hands going down to rub your clit “I got you. I'm gonna give it to you. Always do."
He hovers above you. Bending down and spreading your legs so wide, you feel like he's trying to split you in half. "You ready, baby?" You can only nod.
His cock glides through the sticky mess you've made between your legs, and you gasp when it grazes your clit. The smile on his face when he does it again is enough to make you clench down on nothing.
You watch him stare down at where his cock disappears inside you. Watching the way his eyes darken and his breath stills. Watching as heavy lids fall over dark eyes as he bottoms out inside of you in one long thrust.
The moan you let out is pornographic as you feel his firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Oh, fuck! You're so fucking tight. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?" he groans, starting with slow, long, deep thrusts.
The feeling of utter fullness never ceases to amaze you, even after all these years. The feeling of him filling you so deeply, so completely, that you can’t help but roll your eyes back and moan.
He carves out a place inside to fit the shape of him and no one else.
Because no one, no one, can ever or has ever come close to how he seems to take up every inch of you. No one can ever compare to the way all of the air in your lungs seems to leave you with a choked gasp.
There’s nothing like it. There will never be anything like him.
You want more, so you ask– "Please, please-”
He thrusts hard, and your head falls back against soft pillows. Silk wrapped around your head, leaving you with nothing but the feeling of featherdown clouds and the sounds of fabric rustling with his every move.
“Look at you.” He fucks in deep, leaving you a puddle of tears and slick. “Crying so pretty for me,” his cock reaches places in you that you never knew existed until him—places that you're sure he’s created just for him. “Letting me in like a good girl. Taking me so well."
Your cunt clenches down on his cock, gripping him tighter at every word that falls from his lips. “Oh? You like that, baby? You like letting your husband fuck you like the little slut that you are?” You can do nothing but cry, nod, and hold on tight. “Use your words, my love. Tell me how much you love it. Look at the way you’re dripping on my cock, and tell your husband you love how he fucks you.”
You can’t—can’t make your mouth form the words. Can’t tell your body to do anything other than take what he gives you and pray he decides to give you more.
He doesn't like that.
His hand leaves your waist to wrap around your throat. Adding pressure and forcing your head up until you can do nothing but look at him.
“Tell me, darling. C'mon, be a good girl.” He grits through his teeth, his eyes fluttering in pleasure at the tight clench of your pussy around his cock. Fuck, she feels so good. He thinks.
The tone of his voice fills your head, and you go slack against him, left with nothing but the need to take what he gives and give him anything he asks for
"I love it.” You're sobbing now. Salty tears falling from your eyes and leaving trails down your cheeks. "I love it, I love it, I love it.”
“Look at it. Look at how good that tight little pussy is taking me—fuck!" His grip on her throat tightens, and he gently pulls until you're forced to watch the way he pumps in and out of you and the mess you've made on his cock. "You're so fucking wet, baby."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" You scream, your body shaking with pleasure. “It’s– I’m–”
His fingers find your clit, rubbing hard circles on it until you're a sobbing, blubbering mess under him. “Go ahead." He fucks you hard, the sound of his balls slapping your pussy echoing through the room, drowned out by your loud moans. “Come for me, pretty girl. Show me how good you are.”
A guttural moan rips from your chest and forces its way into his mouth, where he crushes his lips against yours. He’s everything. you're everything. And it’s so fucking blissful and hot, you sob at how much you love him.
It took a few minutes for your fuzzy head to clear to realize that his hips were still moving. “No, no, I can’t- I cant-” You shake your head, desperately trying to crawl away from him but finding nowhere to go but deeper into the pillows. “It’s too much.”
He grabs your hips and drags you back to him, massaging your hips. “Shh, it’s okay.” Soft, soothing circles traced onto your skin. A half-teasing smirk on pink lips. “You can take it.”
Your head shakes again, hiccuping a little as you twist and turn in his arms. “I can’t.” But deep down, you know you can—you always do.
"You will,” he moves you. His grip tightens as he lifts you effortlessly, flipping you over and adjusting you in a way that’s to his liking until he’s settled under you—griping your waist. "Trust me," he whispers, his voice filled with confidence. "I got you."
With a gentle yet firm grip, he starts to guide your movements, slowly easing you into the rhythm. "There we go. I told you you could take it." He speeds up your movement, each thrust more powerful than the last. "So tight." Groans and moans escape his lips in perfect harmony with his movements.
"You're mine," he growls, emphasizing the word with a deep, hard thrust, bucking his hips up. He brings his hand up to your throat, lightly applying pressure as he continues to thrust. "Tell me you're mine, baby." No answer.
He tightens his grip on your throat, his voice growing more demanding. "I said, Tell me you're mine." This time, he pulls you down, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Y/N,” he presses, gently demanding his answer as his thrust becomes faster and deeper. You feel him in your stomach.
"Oh, FUCK!" you shout, the intensity of his thrusts becoming too much, and you finally manage to gasp out, "I'm yours." His grip loosens slightly, a satisfied smirk plays on his lips. "Good girl."
He releases his grip on your throat and in one sudden movement, flips you over onto your back, continuing his relentless pace. The room fills with the sound of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. “Feels… fuck, your cock,” you babble, unable to form a coherent sentence. “So… so big.”
It doesn't take long for you to cum, vision turning white with pleasure. "Fuck, baby. That's right, squirt for me." He pulls you up, holding you tight in his grip, until your back bows and you're flush against his chest. Your other knee drops as he wraps an arm around your waist—moving you until you're wrapped up in his arms and he’s settled back on his heels. Your legs around his waist, his nails digging into your soft skin—his lips at your neck.
You collapse into him, your body limp and spent. He holds you close, whispering sweet words of affection as you both catch your breath. “Mmmm, yeah. That's right, you're mine.”
His pace slows down, but he doesn't stop. And it's not long before you're clenching down on him again, pussy so sensitive that the slightest movement sends you closer to the edge.
“You gonna come for me again?” He whispers in your ear. "Yeah," you whimper. "Fuck, yeah." He grunts. "Give it to me." He orders, and you obey.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" You sob as you come a fourth time that night, clenching around him in a vice grip, milking him for all he's worth. He growls, and then you feel his hot cum shoot deep into your pussy, triggering a mini orgasm from you. "Oh! God!" You feel it coating your insides. "fuck baby! I love you." He moans as he thrusts harder and harder, until there's nothing left.
"Goddam, woman," he rasps, collapsing completely on top of you with a huff. "What a welcome. That was amazing." He kisses your neck, and you feel his cock twitching inside you.
“Virg! I can’t breathe!” you exclaimed with a breathy laugh that instantly turned into a wince when he shifted, his pelvis dragging along your sore, throbbing clit.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, gently easing up onto his forearms, panting.
“Don’t go away,” you whine, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him down, loving the intimacy of him still fully sheathed inside of you as his eyes bore into your soul.
“How do you feel?” Virgil asked, his gaze soft on you as he caresses your thigh, trying to soothe the remnants of a dull twinging ache he knows you usually feel after, but the bliss you were feeling at the moment countered it all.
"Great," you respond, a contented smile spreading across your face. "I missed you," you whisper, tracing circles on his back with your fingertips.
"I missed you too," Virgil murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you." He whispers, so low you barely hear him.
"I love you." You murmur, wincing as he gently pulls out, making him whisper a string of apologies into your skin. Virgil kneels between your legs, your pussy red, raw, and gaping, and plunges his fingers in, stuffing his cum back inside.
"Fuck, that's hot." He says, watching his fingers slowly move in and out of you, as you tremble beneath him. "You okay?" Virgil's voice rumbles against your thigh, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.
You nod, a content smile playing on your lips. His fingers trace lazy circles on your clit, a soothing gesture that lulls the ache.
"Never been better," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. Virgil chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against your calf. He presses a gentle kiss on your mound, his lips warm against your skin, and pulls his fingers out.
“Stay here, my love. I’m gonna grab something to clean you up.” Virgil said, kissing your inner thigh. "Okay,” you reply, watching him walk to the bathroom, his naked ass bouncing slightly with each step. Your eyes follow him until he disappears from view, and then you melt into the sheets, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
You hear the sound of rummaging, then water running, before he finally emerges, damp washcloth in hand.
He crawls back onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He wipes your inner thighs first, gently cleaning away the evidence of your pleasure. You squirm a little as he gets closer to your pussy, but he’s gentle and careful, wiping away any remnants of cum that may have escaped.
“All done.” He booms and tosses the rag aside, his attention fully on you. He lay down beside you, his arm wrapping around you protectively. The warmth of his body against yours.
You shift slightly, snuggling into his chest, finding the perfect nook to rest your head. His arms wrap around you protectively, the soft thud of his heartbeat comforting, and you listen, lulled into a sense of peace.
Virgil presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.
Virgil tilts your chin up, his dark eyes locking onto yours. There's a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that mirrors your own. "You mean everything to me, you know that?" he says, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that sends you spiraling.
You nod, a lump forming in your throat as you absorb the depth of his words. "I know,"
Virgil leans down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It's slow, unhurried, a sweet exploration of each other's mouths. You taste the remnants of the passion you shared moments ago, mingled with the sweetness that is uniquely Virgil.
When he pulls away, a soft smile plays on his lips. "I'm the luckiest man in the world,"
-Bianca🌻
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Hey everyone!
I hope you’re all doing great. I’ve missed you guys so much and missed writing for you. As you’ve probably noticed, I took a long break from writing fanfics, and I owe you an explanation for my sudden and extended absence.
Over the past few months, I’ve been dealing with some intense burnout from nursing school. The program was super demanding, and despite my best efforts, I found myself struggling to keep up. The constant pressure and stress took a toll on my mental and physical health, and I realized I needed to step back and address these issues.
I decided to seek professional help and started working with a therapist, who has been amazing. We’ve been figuring out ways to manage my stress and find a better balance between my studies and personal well-being. This journey has been both eye-opening and healing, but it required all my focus, so I had to step back from Tumblr for a while.
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hey! do you still write? just read your virgil fic and it was so goood!!
Yes! I took a long break due to mental health reasons but I'm back now so send requests.
Hello ! The Virgil smut was hot I enjoyed it👌🏾
Could you write some angst and smut next. For example him being jealous and then they make up in bed 🙏🏾
Wildside
Masterlist
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You make your husband jealous and pay for it
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.7k
Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), rough sex, choking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, dom!Virgil, sub!reader.
You knew you shouldn't have done it.
You shouldn't have
But you love riling your husband up. Because the consequences were always so delicious.
And now you are paying for it.
"Please, p-please... let me cum." You begged, writhing on the bed beneath his hard, sweaty body.
"No." He grunted, pulling you completely towards him. Body completely covering yours. Making you feel so vulnerable, so small, so safe. "You've been a very naughty little girl. You know I don't like it when you tease me."
"I know, I know..." You whimpered, trying to move your hips against his hand to try and get some relief. But he only slapped your thighs away.
He had you pinned down with his legs and hands, leaving you immobile as he began to circle your clit with his index finger.
"Oh god," You moaned, unable to move or do anything but lay there and take it. The way you always do. "Ohhh fuck!" You could feel the heat building between your legs, your body responding to his touch despite your mind screaming at you to resist. Your breath hitched as he continued his ministrations, sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs quivered and your stomach clenched, your orgasm building. But just as you were about to come, he stopped.
"Nope, not yet." He smirked, standing up and walking to the door. "I'm going to get some water, and when I get back, we're going to have some more fun."
"No, no, no!" You wailed, sitting up on the bed. "Please don't leave me like this. I'll be good!"
"Will you?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. "Will you stop teasing me?"
You nodded frantically. "Yes! I swear, I'll be good! Please!" You were practically begging, knowing that you would do anything for him. Anything.
He smiled and leaned over the bed, running his fingers over your pussy again. "Good. I'll be right back."
And then he walked out of the room, leaving you to sit there, writhing in need.
*********
You knew that it would make him jealous.
You knew that it would make him mad.
But you didn't care.
You wanted to make him jealous. You wanted him to go mad with lust. You wanted to remind him why he married you.
So you did it. You put on the shortest dress you could find. You put on the highest heels you could find. And then you went to the bar for your friend's birthday. He was busy with practice and was supposed to joined you there, so he didn't know what you were going to wear. Boy, was he in for a surprise?
The looks you got from men were good, but they could never compare to your husband. Still, you wanted to stir him up. So you did nothing as the men flirted with you. You could feel their eyes on you as you danced, moving your ass to the music, teasing them.
And then you saw him.
He had finally arrived, standing in the corner of the bar, arms crossed, as he stared at you. You knew you were in trouble, but you couldn't help it. He was so hot. And you loved him. So you did nothing but keep dancing.
He finally stormed over to you, grabbing your elbow gently and dragging you off the dance floor.
"Virgil!" You yelled, laughing, as he dragged you out of the bar. "What are you doing?"
"You know exactly what I'm doing." He said this, stopping at his car and opening the door. "Get in."
"But what about my friends?" You asked, looking back at the bar. Angela was going to be md but you were too excited about getting dicked down to care. She'll recover, but you're not sure if you will after tonight. Besides she missed your birthday last year, now you were even.
"Don't worry about your friends." He grunted, pushing you inside. "They'll be fine. You're coming home with me."
"Okay..." You said, fake frowning but secretly thrilled at the thought of having him all to yourself. You knew you had to play this well. "But-"
"No buts." He said, closing your door and getting in the driver's seat. "You know what you've done, so stop whining and get in."
*********
That's how you found yourself here. Laid out on the bed, thighs shaking in anticipation. And waiting for him to come back. And you knew that when he did, it was over. You were in too deep now, tangled in a dangerous game with no way out. But part of you couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of it all, even as your heart raced with fear.
You were ready. You wanted it. You craved it.
And soon enough, he came back in, a glass of half empty water in one hand. He set it down on the nightstand and sat on the bed, reaching down and grabbing your ankles.
"Open," he ordered, staring at you. You knew what he wanted, so you spread your legs wide, opening them for him.
He leaned down, his tongue swiping across your pussy, making you groan.
"Oh fuck!" You whimpered as he sucked on your clit. "Oh god, baby, please!" You begged, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued. This. This was what you had been waiting for all day. God you couldn't believe how good it felt. You arched your back, pushing your hips up to meet his mouth, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet sound of his mouth on your pussy, driving you over the edge.
He didn't stop. He continued to lick at you, lapping up all the cum that was running down your thighs. He licked you until you were squeaky clean, and then he stood up, staring at you with dark eyes.
"Stand up." It took some time for his command to register, your brain foggy from your orgasm. Once he noticed the glassyness of your eyes, he turned back into your soft, loving husband. "Hey, you okay?" He reached out a hand to rub your thigh.
"I...I'm fine." You said, standing up slowly. "What did you say?"
"I told you to stand up." He repeated, tone back to the rough gravel it was before. "Now, come here."
You walked over to him slowly, stopping once you were right in front of him. His arms came around you, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you softly, and you could taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away after a moment, looking down at you with a frown.
"You were bad." He said it, his voice low and husky. You were melting on the inside. "You knew you weren't supposed to do that."
You nodded, biting your lip. "I know, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you jealous."
He smirked and pulled your hair back, making you arch your neck and look up at him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, forcing them open with his tongue and kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hand slid down between your thighs and rubbed at your pussy, making you gasp. "You taste so good," he groaned. "I want to eat you out all day."
"Please..." you begged, wanting that very much. Very much.
"Not today." He said, pulling away and pushing you to your knees. "Now it's my turn."
You nodded, running your hands over his thighs as he reached down and grabbed his cock. You felt him press against your lips, and you opened, allowing him to slide inside your mouth.His cock was huge. 9 inches of pure perfection. You had trouble taking him all the way into your mouth, but you always tried.
His good girl.
He groaned as you began to lick at his shaft, sliding him in and out of your mouth as you worked him up. You could taste his cum dripping down your chin, making you gag a little. But you didn't stop. You wanted it. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted all of him.
"Fuck yeah, baby girl. That's it. Swallow my cock." He groaned, reaching down and grabbing your hair. You felt him tighten his grip on your hair, and he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. "Good girl, my girl. Fuck yes." He groaned, thrusting deeper into your mouth.
You gagged and moaned around him, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as he fucked your mouth.
"Just like that. That's right." He groaned, thrusting faster. "Oh god, you feel so good. Take it all the way in." He said, thrusting in your mouth again.
You felt him hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, your eyes watering. He didn't stop, though. He continued to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face like he would fuck your pussy. He knew you could take it.
"Take it, baby girl. Take all of it." He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster as he came closer to orgasm.
And then you felt him explode in your mouth, cum filling you and dribbling down your chin.
He pulled out of your mouth slowly and then reached down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You stared up, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow all of his cum. He smirked as you struggled to swallow it all.
"Good girl," he said, smacking his semi-hard cock lightly on your cheek. "That's it. Swallow it all." And then he leaned down and gently kissed your swollen lips. " Now get on the bed and spread your legs for your husband."
You nodded, wiping your chin as you moved to the bed. You laid down, spreading your legs, and stared up at him. Within seconds, he was standing in front of the bed, cocking hard again.
"Open." He said, reaching down and grabbing your thighs.
You spread your legs wider as he reached down and rubbed at your pussy. He leaned forward and pressed his cock against your hole. "Oh fuck, baby girl..." He groaned, pushing inside of you. "You're so tight. And warm. Fuckkkk..." He groaned, bottoming out inside of you.
You felt him fill you completely, and you groaned, feeling him stretch you. The pleasure, the pain. You could never get enough of his cock and the feeling of him inside of you. "Ohhh fuckkk..." You moaned as he began to thrust in and out of you. Holding on to the sheets as he fucked you.
He grabbed your hips and held on as he continued to thrust inside of you, making you scream with pleasure. "Virgil!" You screamed as he bottomed out inside of you, feeling him press against your g-spot.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours as he continued to thrust inside of you, fucking your pussy hard. " You feel so good." He groaned, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with your own. "I love fucking you." He moaned, thrusting faster as he brought you closer to orgasm. "I love cumming inside of your tight little cunt." He said this, breaking the kiss and leaning back.
His thrusts became faster and harder, causing the bed to creak as he pounded your cunt.
"You feel so good, baby." He groaned again, reaching down and rubbing at your clit. "Cum for me." He said, his fingers working your little bud expertly. Fuck.
Your thighs began to quiver, and you felt your orgasm building. Within seconds, you were cumming around his cock, screaming his name as you rode out the waves of pleasure. "Virgil!" You screamed, your hips shaking as he continued to thrust inside of you. You were gasping out your moans now, reaching down and digging your nails into his hips as you orgasmed, cumming harder than you had in a while.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours as he kept pounding into you. "Fuck yeah, baby. Come for me. You're mine" He groaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you kissed him. He was still thrusting inside of you, making your orgasm last longer.
He was still hard inside of you, not cumming yet. "Mine," he grunted as he thrust inside of you, his hips slamming against yours.
You broke the kiss and screamed out your orgasm, arching your back and pushing your tits into the air. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your nipples and sucking on them.
"Virgil..." You moaned, your hips shaking as he fucked you. "I can't take it. Please!" You begged, grabbing his hips and digging your nails in.
"Good girl." He groaned, thrusting into you again. "Take it, baby. Take it all." He groaned, fucking you harder. "Say you're mine. Come on!" He said, thrusting harder as he reached down and rubbed your clit again.
And then you were cumming again, screaming his name as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Your orgasm was stronger this time, your whole body was shaking as your pussy squeezed his cock.
"Virgil!" You screamed, digging your nails into his hips as you cummed around him. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours..." You moaned, feeling his lips against your nipple.
He pulled out of you suddenly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. "That's it, baby." He groaned, thrusting his tongue into your mouth as he leaned down.
In one sudden movement, he had you on your knees, thrusting his cock back into your hole. "Oh fuck!" You screamed, feeling him fill you completely. "I can't! No more!" you screamed as he began to pound into you.
He leaned forward and grabbed your tits, pinching your nipples and making you moan. "Yes, you can." He growled, thrusting into you harder. "I want you to cum for me again."
His thrusts became harder and faster as he pounded into you. Your pussy was stretched wide around him as he fucked you, causing you to moan louder.
"Fuckkkkk!" He groaned as you tightened around him. "I'm gonna cum. Ohhh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your back as he began to thrust faster. His thrusts were powerful and hard, causing you to scream with pleasure. You could feel his cock pulse inside of you as he fucked you. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming, baby!" He shouted, pounding into you harder. "Cum for me, my love. Come on!" He growled, his hands tightening on your hips as he began to cum.
He thrust one more time before cumming deep inside of you, causing you to cry in pleasure. You tightened around him, milking his cock for all the cum he would give. One last time.
And then he collapsed on top of you, his arms coming around you as he pulled you against him. His cock was still hard and inside of you as he placed gentle kisses on your back. "Fuck, baby." He breathed, licking the sweat from your skin. "That was amazing." He sighed, nuzzling his face against your neck.
You smiled, feeling him wrap his arms around you even tighter. "Mhhm."
"Next time you feel like being a brat," he said, nipping at your ear. "Remind me of this. Because it was very satisfying."
You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Oh, I will, baby." You said you were wiggling your hips. "Oh, I will."
He chuckled and rolled over, laying next to you. "I love you." He said this, running his hand over your stomach.
You smiled and leaned up, pressing your lips against his. "I love you too." You said, snuggling in close to him. And then he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a spoon position as he held you close.
And that's how you fell asleep—his arms wrapped around you and his cock still inside of you. Your mind foggy, and your body sore.
And you knew it was only just beginning. After all, he wasn't done with you yet. And you knew you wouldn't be done for a while. But you were ready.
You were his good girl. His wife.
And his toy.
And you loved it that way.
-Bianca🌻
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Hello Bianca! I'm the Virgil anon who requested the smut. Thank you so much! I really enjoyed it 👏🏾🫶🏾💕 you definitely feed the Virgil girlies 🥹
I have another idea for Virgil. Could you write something about Reader meeting Virgil for the first time and she's not impressed. There is a sexual tension between then, she plays hard to get but ends up giving her contact.
Thank you so much 🫶🏾
I got you, girl😉
Hard to get
Masterlist
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You meet virgil for the first time and you're not having it.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.3k
Warnings! Fluff, reluctant reader, flirty Virg, sexual tensionnn, nonexistent angst,
The club was loud when you walked in, the bass from the speakers thumping in your chest. Multicolored lights flashed across the crowded dance floor, illuminating faces that blurred together in a haze of movement and energy. You could barely hear yourself think over the music and chatter, feeling your headache getting worse.
Damn, you should have never agreed to come.
As you make your way through the throng of people, you spot her friends near the bar, laughing and clinking glasses. Their joy is almost infectious, but you can’t shake off the feeling of discomfort. You take a deep breath, trying to summon the energy to put on a smile and join them.
"Hey, you made it!" one of them shouts over the music, pulling you into a quick hug. The strong scent of her perfume mixes with the smoky air, making you slightly dizzy.
You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, couldn't miss it," you reply, though the words feel hollow. This is the last thing you need after the day you've had. You just want to go back home and cuddle with your cat while watching the newest Kdrama.
Lord knows you've been waiting for it to come out. But you promised Charlotte you would come. And you never break your promises. Ever.
You glance around, hoping to spot Charlotte quickly and get this over with. Your eyes scan the room, catching glimpses of dancing bodies and animated conversations.
Finally, you see her near the DJ booth, her hands waving in the air as she dances with wild abandon. Charlotte's energy is a stark contrast to your own, her happiness almost tangible.
You push your way through the crowd, each step feeling like a monumental effort. As you approach, she notices you and her face lights up even more. "You made it!" she exclaims, pulling you into a tight hug.
"Yeah, wouldn't miss it," you repeat, this time with a bit more sincerity. Seeing her so happy does make you feel a little better.
Charlotte leans in close, her voice barely audible over the music. "Come on, let's dance!" she urges, tugging at your arm.
You hesitate, but then decide to go along with it. Maybe, just maybe, if you let yourself go, you'll find a way to enjoy the night. You let her lead you to the dance floor, the music pounding in your ears and the lights flashing around you.
You try to endure it. You really do. For her sake. But the relentless assault on your senses is too much. The music feels like it's shaking your bones, the lights are a chaotic blur, and the press of bodies around you is suffocating. Every instinct is screaming at you to leave, to find a quiet corner and just breathe.
Charlotte turns to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Isn't this amazing?" she shouts, her voice barely cutting through the noise.
You nod, but it's a weak attempt at enthusiasm. She doesn't seem to notice, too caught up in the moment. As you stand there, swaying awkwardly to the beat, you start to feel dizzy. The room spins slightly, and you realize you need to get out before you embarrass yourself.
"Charlotte," you manage to say, leaning in close so she can hear. "I'm gonna get some air. Be right back."
She looks concerned for a split second, but then she nods, giving you a quick squeeze. "Okay! Don't be long!"
You give her a reassuring smile and start making your way to the exit. Each step feels like a marathon, but finally, you reach the bar, the temporary relief of having some space helping you catch your breath. You signal the bartender, "Can I get a water?" He nods and disappears to the back. You take the opportunity to lean against the counter, trying to ground yourself amidst the chaos around you.
The drink arrives, and you take a sip, savoring the cool liquid as it slides down your throat. It helps, but only a little. You glance back towards the dance floor, seeing Charlotte still lost in her own world.
Part of you wants to stay for her, but another, louder part of you is screaming for escape. You weigh your options, swirling the water in your hand. Maybe just a few more minutes to collect yourself, you think. Then you can decide.
"Rough night?" The voice beside you catches you off guard. It's deep. Deeper than anything you've ever heard. And you hate the way it makes your thighs clench. God, it's been a while.
Get a grip, girl.
You look up to see a tall, ruggedly handsome man standing before you. His dark hair was pulled back into a bun, and his intense eyes bore into yours with a mixture of curiosity and something else you couldn't quite place.
"Actually, I do mind," you reply coolly, taking a sip of your drink.
"Well, that's a shame," he said, sliding into the seat across from you anyway. "Name’s Virgil."
"Good for you," you responded, not even trying to hide your disinterest. You're usually friendly but you're headache plus your asshole of a coworker had already drained every ounce of patience you had. You just wanted to be left alone, to drink your water and maybe, if you were lucky, sneak out without Charlotte noticing.
Virgil didn’t seem deterred by your cold response. He leaned back, a small chuckle leaving his lips, the sound low and rich. "You’ve got a sharp tongue. I like that."
You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is that supposed to flatter me?"
"Depends," he replies, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Is it working?" You roll your eyes, but there's a small part of you that appreciates his persistence.
"Not really," you say, taking another sip of your water. "Look, I'm not in the mood for small talk. Just here to support a friend and get through the night." You say, your tone firm but not unkind. He frowns a little at your words and you hate how cute he looks doing it. Not the time, Y/N.
"Fair enough," Virgil says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "No more small talk."
You sigh, feeling a bit guilty for being so curt. "It's been a rough day," you admit, looking down at your glass. "Just… needed a moment to breathe."
"I get that," he says, his tone softer now. "Clubs can be overwhelming, especially if you're not in the right headspace."
You nod, appreciating the understanding. "Yeah, it's not really my scene. But my friend, Charlotte—"you gesture towards the dance floor where she's still dancing, "she loves it. And I promised I'd come."
Virgil follows your gaze and nods. "Looks like she's having a great time. You're a good friend for being here."
"Thanks," you say, feeling a bit more at ease. You were strangely enjoying talking to him. "I just need a break from all the noise."
He glances around the crowded bar, then back at you. "How about we step outside for a bit? Get some fresh air?"
You hesitate, but the idea of a quieter space is tempting. "Okay," you agree, sliding off your stool. "But just for a few minutes."
Virgil leads the way through the throng of people tall frame paving the way for you, and you follow, feeling slightly relieved as the noise begins to fade.
Once outside, the cool night air is a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. You take a deep breath, feeling your headache start to ease.
"Better?" Virgil asks, leaning against the wall. He looks good like that.
"Much," you reply, closing your eyes for a moment and savoring the quiet. "Thanks."
"No problem," he says, his voice gentle. "Sometimes, you just need to step away for a bit." You open your eyes and look at him, noticing the way the streetlights cast a warm glow on his face. His eyes dim a little as they meet yours, and you can see a hint of understanding in them. Hm, interesting.
"So, what brought you to the club tonight?" you ask, curious despite yourself.
"Meeting some friends," he says with a shrug. "We just got back into town and decided to celebrate."
"Town?" you repeat, intrigued. "You're from here?"
"I used to be," he replies. "But I've been playing soccer professionally for a few years now. Just got back from England for a bit of a break." You take in the new information, thinking about how different his life must be. Now that you think of it…you've seen him before.
"That's pretty cool," you say. "I'm a nurse."
"Really?" he asks, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "How old are you?"
You laugh at the question. "Twenty-seven." And then add, "Why, how old are you?"
"Thirty-two," he replies with a chuckle. "Sorry, didn't mean to sound rude. Just didn't expect you to be a nurse."
"I get that a lot," you say, shaking your head. "Guess I look younger than I am." You feel him glance at you, and your heart rate picks up. The way his eyes run over your body makes you feel like a dessert he wants to devour. You feel your thighs clench slightly at the thought.
"Sorry, I'm being an ass," he says, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"No, it's okay," you assure him. "It happens."
There's a moment of silence, and then he speaks again. "So, do you like being a nurse?"
"It can be hard sometimes," you admit, thinking about today. "But I like helping people." You think of all the times you've held someone's hand or comforted their family. "It's rewarding in its own way."
He nods, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, I can understand that. There's something satisfying about knowing you're making a difference." You smile, enjoying the easy conversation. This is going so much better than your last date. The thought makes you sad a little. Damn, I need a better love life, you think.
As you chat, the sounds from inside the club fade into the background. There's only you and him. The world shrinks around you until it's only the two of you, the cool air, and the faint hum of traffic. It's a heady feeling. You like the way he makes you feel. The way he seems to want you.
And maybe you want him too. Maybe.
"What about you?" you ask, changing the subject. "Do you like being a professional soccer player?"
His smile is immediate. And beautiful. God, he has a beautiful smile. Your heart is fluttering at the sight. "It's the best thing in the world," he says, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "There's nothing quite like being on the field, playing my heart out." He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "It's hard sometimes. There's a lot of pressure and stress, but at the end of the day, it's worth it."
You nod, seeing the passion in him. "That sounds amazing," you say, meaning it. You're happy for him.
There's a pause again, and you look up at Virgil. His gaze has grown more serious, and you can feel a different kind of tension in the air. A sexual tension.
"I really like talking to you," he says, his voice low and husky. You feel your breath catch in your throat. You really like talking to him too.
"I really like talking to you too," you reply, trying to sound cool despite the way your pulse is pounding in your ears. He steps closer, his body heat radiating towards you, making you feel like you're being drawn to him. Like the world is tilting to make sure you're closer.
"I was thinking," he says, his voice dropping even lower. "Maybe we could grab some coffee sometime?" His eyes are intense, and you can see the desire in them. The need to get closer.
"I'm not sure," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant. You're playing hard to get but you really, really want to say yes.
He steps even closer, his face inches from yours. "Come on, I'm really not that bad." His tone is persuasive, and you can feel your resolve weakening. He's too charming, too magnetic. Too hot. And you haven't gotten laid in a while.
"Okay," you finally say, relenting. You don't want him to think you're easy. But damn, you want to kiss him.
"Great," he says, a wide smile stretching across his face. He pulls out his phone, holding it out for you to put your number in.
You do, and then he sends you a quick text to save your number. You smile as you see his name pop up on your phone, a thrill running through you.
"Thanks," Virgil says, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Looking forward to it."
"Me too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You step back slightly, feeling overwhelmed by his closeness. You glance back towards the club, the music now sounding almost inviting. "I should probably get back to my friend."
"Yeah," he says, his voice sounding a little disappointed. "It was nice meeting you."
"Likewise," you reply, smiling softly. He nods, and then walks past you towards the door. You follow, watching him enter the club first, then slipping in behind him. You take a moment to look at his ass before you lose sight of him.
Damn, it's been a while since you've seen an ass that fine.
You make your way to the dance floor, finding Charlotte with your friends. You join them, letting the music wash over you. You lose track of Virgil, but you don't mind. You're happy for the rest of the night, dancing and laughing with your friends. And maybe, just maybe, you're looking forward to coffee sometime soon.
Maybe.
Possibly.
Probably.
Definitely.
-Bianca🌻
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-Bianca🌻
Hello everyone,
I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to update you all on something important regarding my request schedule. Due to the overwhelming response I've received, I am temporarily pausing the acceptance of new requests for the next couple of weeks, and potentially even longer. The reason for this is that I currently have a staggering 51 requests waiting. While I am incredibly grateful for the enthusiastic engagement, it has become clear that managing and responding to everyone is quite challenging.
As many of you are aware, I am a nursing student, and as such, my time is significantly constrained. Although I’ve had a bit more flexibility this past month thanks to a break, the reality is that school is about to start in a month, and my academic responsibilities will demand more of my attention. Consequently, I anticipate that once the school year begins, my ability to upload content will be limited, likely to once a week or as my schedule permits.
I truly wish I could dedicate myself to writing full-time and engage with all of your requests more regularly. Unfortunately, the demands of my studies make this impossible for now. I hope you can understand. 🥺
Thank you for your continued support, and I look forward to being able to engage with your requests in the near future.
With that being said I will try to post as much as I can before school starts. I will also be giving 24 hours to submit any last-minute requests😉
Have a good day/night😊
Love, Bianca🌻