#van dijk

fem!reader x virgil van dijk

wc: 800+ • no use of y/n

Synopsis: Virgil who likes to interact with fans by doing monthly streams to connect with his lively fanbase. The famous Liverpool captain that has a tough exterior and stands confidently at 6'4 playing games his followers recommended him. Who knew he was taken by such a sweet girl?

You and Virgil often battled a long-distance relationship, spending scarce time with one another until you’d finally gotten the time to visit him in England. You knew about these monthly streams, often tuning in to them yourself whenever you got that notification on Twitch that ‘VVD Is Live!’ 

This time, it was different. Being able to be in England and around while he was streaming, seeing the footballer record in person. You two kept your relationship under wraps out of respect for you not wanting to be bombarded by media. Even though you showed up to his games— cheering like nobody was watching. Many speculated but could never staple a specific girl with his name. No way someone as handsome as him was simply not snatched up already. 

“Hello everyone, welcome back to the stream of the month” His Dutch accent beginning to peek through when he speaks “Upon many requests, we’ll be playing Fortnite.” He says, defeat somewhat laced throughout his tone. It was his first time playing, hence the crazy amounts of asks for him to finally play the popular shooting game.  

Ilovejoaofelix: How confident are you on a scale of 1-10? 

“On a scale of 1-10? Minus thirty.” He bluntly stated whilst shaking his head slightly. “But I'm here to get better. I'm playing on an Xbox joystick today which is not my thing but... I'm no quitter!” You were just a room over, in the kitchen slightly hearing it all, but barely paying attention as you rather listened to the hum of your music playing softly in the background. Earlier before you two part ways so he could start his stream, you agreed on making dinner in the time span that he played. 

Making a somewhat simple dinner but something that was enough for both of you to sit down and enjoy a meal. So, in that case, you reluctantly decided to cook fettucine alfredo. You preferred shrimp in yours, chicken in his but where the chicken resided was the question. Being away for so long doesn’t help you answer that question any easier either. You didn’t want to approach the room, but the decision was seriously making you consider it. 

After some standing around you finally began your quiet footsteps to the room that he has reserved for both gaming and whenever he decides to turn on that camera of his. “Wait, I'm stuck in a bush guys—” The slight creak of the sliding door made him glance over and knowingly, he looked back at his stream. “Hold on guys.” He stayed where he was in the game, stuck in a bush before muting himself. Or so, he thought. “Yes schat?” he answered towards you. “I couldn’t remember how you like your chicken on the pasta so...” You trailed off, waiting for him to tell you. “Just on top is fine, thank you love” 

You nodded, almost closing the door and leaving him alone until you remembered just one more question “And when will you be done?” He pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, checking his watch that adorned his wrist. “In 30 minutes or so? I shouldn’t be long” That was it. You returned the door back to its original resting place and headed back into the kitchen to plate his food. If only you knew.  

Virgil cleared his throat and turned back towards his stream to press unmute, but there was never anything to press which he noticed rather quickly. He literally never muted himself and when he glanced at the chat, his mouth opened just slightly, shock coloring his face.  

Kykymbappe10: Big Virg got a girl hold up????? 

BenchedEndrick: WHO WAS THAT 

Thegoatmessi: Wait her voice was tea tho 

Trinrodmanfan: My man is taken????? 

“Sorry guys, I'm afraid I'll have to end the stream early today” The chat only exploded more. He wouldn’t be able to recover from such a moment and certainly he couldn’t let you know right now. To be fair, he did always want to go public, but he respected your wishes time and time again without question. 

The stream ended without another thought, and he stepped out of the room he was itching to get out of since he faced the camera again. “You’re finished?” You asked with confusion. “Yeah... I died so I figured there was no point in staying on for a whole extra hour” He rubbed the nape of his neck as his tall figure made an easy appearance in the kitchen, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hm, okay” You didn’t seem to have a problem with it. That just meant you could spend even more time with your man. 

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Warnings: little bit of smut. It's my first time writing smut so it's not that good. 😭

WC: 737 words.

Summary: a small confusion.

Divider made up by: @suupersonic

Virgil left the house in the morning, saying he would be back early and that he only had a meeting with his teammates. Over the past few days, the two of you had been able to spend more time together since he had a few extra days off.

You slept until 11 in the morning. When you woke up, you had a cereal for breakfast. You were tired because of the previous night, which had been intense with your husband. After watching a couple of episodes of "Gilmore Girls" , you heard someone knocking at the door.

You got to your feet and walked over to open it, finding a delivery man carrying a huge bouquet of flowers filled with lilies, hydrangeas, roses, and tulips.

You smiled at the man, and he spoke softly. “Good afternoon, I just need you to sign here.” You nodded and did as he asked. After signing, you took the bouquet and carried it to the dining room. You looked for a note, but there wasn’t one. You removed the ribbon and the paper holding the flowers together, filled a vase with water, and arranged the flowers inside.

You decided you wouldn’t thank Virgil until he get home, so you didn’t put anything on your stories or send him a message. Nothing. Instead, you decided to clean the house, cook lunch, and try something new by making a lemon pie.

Virgil sent you a message saying he’d be a little later getting home. He said he needed to stop by the supermarket. You still decided not to mention the flowers. Maybe he was expecting your thanks in person. You set your phone down on the table and continued making the lemon pie cream.

The front door opened, and Virgil stepped inside, leaving his shoes by the door. He found you serving the food you had prepared. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaving kisses along your neck before placing one on your cheek.

“Did you buy flowers today?” you heard your husband ask. You frowned and turned around to look at him. “Didn’t you send them?” Virgil shook his head. That’s when you understood why he hadn’t mentioned them at all.

You slipped out of his embrace and walked back over to the flowers. Maybe there had been a note hidden among them, and you simply hadn’t looked carefully. And indeed, there was a note tucked away, but it only said they were from a secret admirer.

“This is weird. Virgil, it really wasn’t you?” He stepped closer and shook his head. “I’m completely sure, my love.” But you could tell he was smiling as he buried his face in your neck, he was trying to hold a laugh. “It was you.” You gave him a gentle smack on the chest and smiled. Virgil couldn’t help but laugh before admitting defeat.

“I wanted to play a prank on you. Don’t be mad at me.”A pout formed on your lips, and he took the opportunity to kiss them. “You’re an idiot.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew exactly what you wanted and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.“Well, then I’ll be your idiot.”

He started kissing your neck, devouring it. You hummed with a smile as you took off his shirt. Virgil took you to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. “Ride me, babe.” A moan escaped your lips as you undid his belt. His pants came off, and you lifted your skirt, moved your panties to the side, and introduced his cock into your cunt.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” you cried with a pout. He smirked, holding your hips to set the pace. Virgil helped you move by holding you by the waist. Your moans and his grunts became louder. You spent a long time riding him. He brought his thumb to your clitoris, and you felt like you were seeing stars. The pressure in your stomach grew stronger until you felt it suddenly disappear.

Virgil, meanwhile, was trying to cum. He kept the pace with your hips, and then you felt a hot liquid inside your pussy. “This was sooo good,” you said in a muffled voice.

You knew this was just the start of a long night…

Bonus pictures under the cut

~Synopsis: When Virgil van dijk bumps into a woman he can only imagine is from his dreams at an exclusive post match celebration party after winning the prem, he’s thrilled when she makes the first move

~contents: virgirlxblackreader, age gap (7 years older)

A/N: This is my first fic, so please be kind. English is not my first language, but please feel free to give me any positive feedback.

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9:05pm

You're sitting in the backseat of a car with your best friend, being driven to the Liverpool celebration party after they just won the league. "I can't believe I'm letting you drag me to this party," you whine, looking over at your long time friend Maya, who has a massive grin on her face. "Girl, come on, think of all the hot ballers that will be there," she responds, and you can't help but shake your head.

You've had a very long day that's been filled with brunch with your mother, shopping with your best friend, and watching Liverpool win the Premier League. You would have loved to watch the match from home, but with your father being the head coach, you just had to go.

"Please, my dad would have a heart attack if I got with one of his boys," I sigh. Not that I mind, though. None of them have really caught my eye, well... none of them except for one that is. The captain, Virgil, was really handcrafted by the universe itself.

Maya turns and looks at me as if I'd just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "You are a grown woman who can get with whoever she wants okayy, and I say you should finally make your move on the captain," she says the last part in a sing-songy way, nudging my shoulder. "I don't know, maybe I will," I say as we arrive at the venue.

On the inside, the music is loud with lights flashing in all directions, everyone celebrating the win from earlier today. The adrenaline from earlier dying down for Virgil as he walks through groups of people congratulating him and fellow teammates patting him on the back.

'I'm too old for this,' he thinks to himself. Only coming to support his team. "30 more minutes," he says to himself. He decides to spend the time talking to two of his teammates when he sees you and your friend walk into the room, his eyes landing on you specifically.

The coach's daughter.

He's seen you a few times here and there at a few games, but that's been it. He's always let his eyes linger on you for longer than he'd like to admit. That brown skin that looked like it was dipped in honey, those thighs when you wear those short skirts and dresses. Always had his imagination running wild.

You walk past him brushing his shoulder and everything seems to slow down as you look at him with those big eyes that make him weak from a distance. Flutter your lashes, saying a quiet apology as you walk towards your friend. “You good mate?” His teammate asks chuckling.

Virgil clears his throat nodding before downing his drink. “I’m gonna head to bar for another before heading out” he nods his head towards the bar before leaving.

You and Maya are sitting in your own section when you spot Virgil making his way towards the bar. You take a moment to appreciate his looks, the fitted T-shirt making his biceps more prominent as he crosses his arms leaning on the counter, his hair in cornrows making him look more delicious then usual.

That’s a fine man.

“Yes he is, and you should go talk to him,” Maya says sipping on her drink. You turn to her horrified , “did I just say that out loud?” You ask face palming yourself. “Yes you did girl, now if you don’t go talk to him I will,” she threatens, knowing that’s what would get you up.

You turn to look back at him when his eyes meet yours again making your heart race. His eyes have been glued on you since you got here, but that’s nothing new. The tension has always been there, lingering between unspoken glances, but it’s always been too risky.

“Okay, fuck it” I say taking a shot for some liquid courage. “Oh don’t worry about me I’ll find my way home” she shouts over the music as I make my way over.

The bartender gives Virgil his drink before he sees you walking right up to him. He looks around and sees that nobody is looking. You walk up and lean against the counter, tilting your head to the side, facing him.

“If it isn’t thee Virgil van Dijk,” you say, which makes him chuckle. His smile lines become more prominent around his eyes and cheeks. "In the flesh," he responds.

"So..." you say, crossing your arms, which lifts your boobs up. You don't miss the slow drag of his eyes from your face to your chest. He doesn't try to hide it either.

"Are you gonna buy me a drink?" you say in a way that makes him shift slightly due to the growing print in his pants.

He waves over the bartender, not forgetting to spare another glance at your tits, which look great with the halter top you decided to wear, if you do say so yourself. "Here I thought that a man like yourself would have a little more respect," your voice just above a whisper.

Virgil had not noticed how much closer you'd gotten. Your elbows were almost touching, yet he felt like his body was gonna burst into flames.

"I normally would, but I don't think you want that right now," his voice lowering as well, sending shivers down your back.

"Maybe, maybe not." You shrug

"Maybe not," he repeats the last part with a smirk, taking a sip of his drink, not breaking eye contact.

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