About To Cry

about to cry

no pressure but imo we should get a winners fic today 🤭

Every night - Jude Bellingham

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend’s real reward is at home, waiting for him to make their night unforgettable…

GENRE: smut, reward sex

WARNINGS: smut (+18), fingering, jerking off, unprotected sex, crampie…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: of course i had to write this…especially with him looking so hot tonight😌

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If there’s one thing Jude loved more than winning a game, it was what came after.

Sure, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of the match, and the praise of being called the best on the pitch was a rush like no other. But what really got him, what he craved most, was knowing that you were waiting for him at home with that smile, the one that told him he’d more than earned his reward.

Tonight was no different.

“Oi, Jude, you comin’ out to celebrate?” Vinícius called out, his grin infectious.

“Nah, man, got somethin’ special planned,” Jude replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. The lads teased him, but he didn’t care. He knew they’d understand.

It was when he opened the door of his hotel’s room that he saw his real reward, a little smirk playing on his lips.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” you teased.

Jude’s grin matched yours as he dropped his bag by the door, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know I had to, right? Can’t leave my biggest fan waitin’.”

He led you to the couch, where you comfortably sat on his lap, still looking at him.He kissed you slowly, like he was savoring every second of it, every taste of you. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he held you just a little tighter, his fingers gripping you like he never wanted to let go.

“Jude…” you breathed out, barely able to form words as his hands roamed your body, exploring, claiming.

“Mhm?” he hummed against your lips, his eyes half-lidded, full of that fiery intensity you loved so much.

“You were so good out there baby…” You whispered against his lips, which curved into a satisfied smile as he felt your breath against his skin.

“Yeah?” Jude’s voice was a low growl against your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “You know I do it all for you, right?”

You shivered under his touch, fingers tangling in his hair. “I know, baby.”

His hands roamed down your back, gripping your waist with a possessive intensity, his mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck. Soft moans escaped your lips.

“Don’t ever stop making that sound, yeah?” he murmured between kisses. You silently nodded, doing exactly as he requested.

Jude’s hands moved with purpose, tracing the curve of your body until his fingers brushed against the delicate lace of your panties. He pressed a finger against the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness beneath.

“Fuck, you’re so ready for me,” he growled, his voice thick. He slid your panties aside, his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping inside, making you gasp.

“Jude…” you moaned, clutching at his shoulders, your hips rocking against his hand. His thumb found your clit, circling it with just the right pressure, making you see stars.

“You like that?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good, Jude… don’t stop,” you panted, your nails digging into his back.

He smiled against your neck, adding another finger and thrusting them deeper, his pace relentless. “Gonna make you come, love. Gonna make you scream my name.”

You could feel the tension building, your body trembling with the need for release. Jude’s fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough and urgent. “Let go.”

With a cry, you did, but Jude didn’t stop, his fingers working you through your orgasm until you were a trembling, panting mess in his arms.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing you deeply, his hand still teasing your oversensitive flesh. “But we’re not done yet.”

You gently pushed him back, your eyes locked with his as you slid down his body. He watched you with a mix of surprise and hunger as you unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard length.

“You want to be rewarded too, right?” you whispered, your voice sultry.

Jude could only nod, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m all yours.”

You wrapped your hand around him, your tongue flicking over the tip before taking him into your mouth. His groan was deep and guttural, his hands finding their way to your hair, guiding you as you moved.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he muttered, his hips thrusting gently. You took him deeper, your tongue swirling around him, your hand working in tandem with your mouth. His grip tightened in your hair as you increased your pace, the sounds of your sucking and his moans filling the room.

“Baby, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his as you continued to stroke him, your mouth working the tip with focused intensity.

With a shuddering groan, he came, his release filling your mouth. You swallowed every drop, licking him clean before looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

Jude pulled you up, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.

He climbed over you, positioning himself between your legs. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer as he lined himself up with your entrance. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you closed your eyes at the feeling.

“Nu-uh, let me look at these pretty eyes,” Jude murmured, his voice rough.

You did as he asked, opening your ‘pretty eyes’ and grabbing his hand, squeezing and caressing it

As he entered you, he started moving his hips slowly at first, savoring every moment. You moaned softly, the sensation overwhelming.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving yours. “So tight, so perfect.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Jude… faster, please.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, each one driving you closer to the edge.Your gasps and moans filled the room .

“Your legs are shaking so much, baby,” he whispered, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

“God- Don’t stop please,” you whimpered , your nails digging into his shoulders.

He increased his pace, his thrusts hitting deeper and harder. “I never thought I’d hear you say this. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You moaned louder, your body arching into his. “Jude… I’m so close…”

“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “I’m gonna come.”

The intensity of his thrusts, combined with the pressure of his thumb on your clit, pushed you over the edge once more.As he spilled inside you, he messily kissed you,moving your hair from your face.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding.

You turned to face him, blushing a bit.

“Why are you looking at me like this?”you asked, trying to catch your breath, a playful grin on your face.

“I’m just imagining how amazing it would be to celebrate like this every night.”

Loved reading this😊

“nobody ever made me feel this way”

genre — romance, pure fluff, literally just trent being in love

word count — 4.6k

summary — after years of keeping their relationship private, y/n and trent open up about their journey. from their first meeting at the liverpool training grounds to navigating fame and distance, they share candid and heartwarming stories. join us for an intimate look into their life as they reflect on their past, celebrate their present, and look forward to their future together.

an — i am in love with this!! i've been working on it for awhile and i am so happy with how it turned out. let me know your thoughts!!

PREVIEW

for the first time ever, the alexander-arnold family opens the doors to their home, inviting viewers into the intimate details of their love story. from their first encounter through the sweet stages of puppy love to the enduring bond of their marriage, they share it all. the studio buzzes with energy as the interview unfolds, the crew eager to delve deeper into trent and y/n’s relationship.

y/n sat comfortably in a cozy part of their home, the familiar surroundings offering some solace amidst the fluttering nerves in her chest. she had never done an interview like this before—one that felt so personal, so exposed. the screen before her flickered to life, showing trent's face in another room, and she could see the reassurance in his smile even from afar.

before the interview began, trent's words echoed in her mind: "you've got this, y/n. just be yourself. they’ll love you, beautiful girl, just like i do." his voice, always a source of comfort, wrapped around her like a warm blanket, calming the anxious thrum of her heartbeat.

“it's great to meet you, y/n! thank you for welcomung us into your beautiful home.”

she returned the interviewer’s greeting with a smile, a mixture of excitement and apprehension tugging at her. as the questions began, her mind wandered back to the start of their story, the memories vivid and cherished.

“let’s start with the basics: when was the first time you met? was it love at first sight?”

her eyes softened, the warmth of nostalgia flooding her as she remembered that unforgettable day. midsummer in liverpool, her father stepping into his new role as assistant manager at the club, and the fresh start it brought for their family. the club's embrace was immediate, their welcome heartfelt, and she recalled the joy of that day—the high fives, the sweets, the signed shirt from the players. it was a day filled with the promise of new beginnings, and unbeknownst to her, the first steps toward a love she never saw coming.

as she walked through the training grounds, she noticed a boy around her age, maybe 13 or 14, playing a quick game. even then, he had a confidence and precision on the ball that captivated her. after scoring a goal and assisting another, he smiled shyly as his teammates crowded around him in celebration. mesmerized, she couldn’t look away. in that moment, without even realizing it, the first stirrings of a crush took root in her heart.

“it was love at first sight for me,” y/n admits, her voice filled with certainty. “trent always argues, saying there’s no way i liked him first, but truly, that day i saw him, i was hooked.”

trent, watching her from his own room, smiles at her words. he leans back, remembering that day. “nah, nah, i don’t buy it,” he says with a playful shake of his head. “the first time i saw y/n, i was completely gone for her. i wasn’t sure how to describe it, but my young self was mesmerized.”

“y/n, how did your family and friends react when they found out about your crush on trent? and i heard you were quite determined to be around the training grounds.”

a smile spreads across her face as she recalls the excitement and innocence of those early days. “oh, they were all pretty amused. i remember telling my friends about this amazing boy i’d seen, and they couldn’t believe how smitten i was. my family found it endearing, and my dad even joked about how i suddenly had a keen interest in football. i made every excuse to tag along with him to the training grounds, hoping to catch another glimpse of trent. i was always asking if i could come along to watch him play.”

trent chuckles at the memory, recalling how he noticed her presence around the training grounds. “i definitely noticed her around quite a lot. to be honest, i was too shy to approach her. i would see her there, and i could tell she was interested, but i didn’t have the courage to start a conversation. i just remember feeling nervous and a bit overwhelmed by how i might come across. i knew she was waiting for me to say something, but i was too caught up in my own insecurities to make a move.”

those moments were fleeting, easily dismissed back then. but now, they paint a clear picture of his silent longing and hesitation.

“can you share the story of your first interaction?”

her eyes light up, the memory still vivid in her mind. “the first time we really talked was during a charity event at the club. i was helping out with some of the activities, and trent happened to be there too. i was setting up a booth and trying to look busy when he walked over, hesitantly. he looked nervous but excited. he finally mustered up the courage to ask if i needed any help. i remember being thrilled. it was a simple interaction—just a few words exchanged about the event and football—but it felt like a breakthrough. we talked for a few minutes, and i could tell that even though he was shy, he was genuinely interested.”

trent’s smile grows wider as he listens to her recount the moment. “it was a huge relief to finally talk to her. i remember feeling a bit awkward, but also incredibly happy. it was like all the buildup of seeing her and being too shy to speak finally came to a head. talking to her made me realize just how special she was, and it made me more determined to get to know her better.”

“it’s incredible how those early interactions laid the foundation for your relationship. reflecting on those moments, how do you both feel about how far you’ve come?”

“it’s amazing to think about how those early, nervous conversations turned into a lifelong partnership,” y/n says, her voice full of warmth. “it feels like a beautiful progression from those shy beginnings to where we are now.”

“absolutely,” trent agrees. “it’s incredible to see how those small steps led us to where we are today. it’s been an amazing journey, and i’m grateful for every moment.”

they exchange a look through their screens, a silent acknowledgment of the journey they’ve walked together—the ups and downs, the moments of doubt, and the ultimate realization of their love for each other. it’s a journey that has shaped them both, individually and as a couple.

as the interview began, the room buzzed with anticipation, and the interviewer turned to the cameras with a warm smile. “let’s dive into something that many people are curious about,” they said. “how did you both know that you were ‘the one’ for each other?”

trent leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “i’ll never forget this one summer evening when we were teenagers. we were at a senior team football match—one of those big games where everything felt electric. i was feeling a bit off that day, but when we were sitting together, sharing popcorn and laughing over the silliest things, i noticed something about her. she was so genuinely happy, so at ease. i realized then that i wanted to share that kind of joy with her, not just in the small moments but in everything. it was like a light bulb went off, and i knew she was the one.”

y/n smiled softly, remembering a different moment. “for me, it was a quiet afternoon at the park. we were just sitting on a bench, talking about life and our future. trent was so thoughtful, listening intently and sharing his dreams with me. there was this moment when he looked at me, and i could see how much he cared—not just about me, but about the world around him. i felt this deep connection, like we understood each other completely. that’s when i knew he was my person, someone i wanted to build a future with.”

the interviewer smiled, clearly moved by the stories. “it sounds like those early moments together really set the stage for your lasting connection.”

as the interview continued, the room was filled with heartfelt stories and affectionate glances, reflecting the deep bond that had been evident since those formative teenage years.

“we’ve heard about your early days together. let’s talk about some of the challenges you faced as your relationship evolved. trent, one significant challenge came when y/n went to university. can you tell us more about that time?”

trent chuckles, shaking his head as he thinks back. “yeah, that was quite the period. by the time y/n started university, we had known each other for a while. we had strong feelings, but we weren’t officially a couple yet. i think that uncertainty made everything more intense.”

moving away for university had been thrilling yet daunting for y/n—the freedom, the new faces, the endless possibilities. but amid all that excitement, there was an undeniable void—trent. each phone call, every message felt like a lifeline, tethering her back to him. yet, the uncertainty of their relationship status cast a long shadow over their conversations.

“it was definitely complicated,” y/n admits, her tone serious. “we were in different places, both literally and emotionally. i was focused on my studies and making new friends, while trent was dealing with his football career. despite our feelings, it wasn’t clear where things were headed.”

but for trent, the situation was far more difficult than he let on. the thought of her being far away, surrounded by new people, gnawed at him. the tipping point came when y/n mentioned a guy in her program who kept making advances toward her. she mentioned it casually, not realizing the impact it would have on trent. jealousy burned through him, consuming his thoughts. he couldn’t focus on anything else, his mind constantly racing with worst-case scenarios.

“i was fuming with jealousy,” trent confesses, the intensity of those emotions still palpable in his voice. “i couldn’t stand the thought of someone else trying to get close to her. it bothered me so much that i even ranted to her dad about it. i didn’t know what to do with all those feelings, so i went to him for advice. he tried to calm me down, told me to trust y/n, but it was hard. she didn’t know about it at the time—I didn’t want to burden her with my insecurities. but it was eating me up inside.”

y/n’s eyes widen in surprise. “i had no idea you felt that way,” she says softly. “i wish you had told me how you were feeling. i would have reassured you, and we could have talked things through.”

“i know,” trent replies, his voice heavy with regret. “i should have communicated better. it was a tough time, and we both were dealing with our own set of challenges. but looking back, i can see how that communication gap affected us.”

the interviewer takes note of the raw honesty in their exchange. “it’s clear that communication—or the lack thereof—was a significant hurdle for you both during that time. how did you manage to overcome it?”

“we started to open up more about our feelings,” y/n explains. “i tried to be more understanding of his insecurities, and he made an effort to trust me more. it wasn’t an overnight fix, but it was the beginning of a more honest and supportive relationship.”

“definitely,” trent agrees. “we learned that we had to address issues head-on instead of letting them fester. it was a growing period for both of us, but it ultimately made our relationship stronger.”

the interviewer nods, appreciating the depth of their reflection. “it’s clear that facing challenges together has been a crucial part of your journey.”

as the interview nears its end, a more personal topic arises. “y/n, you’ve chosen a more private life despite trent’s high-profile career. you keep your social media accounts on private and avoid the public eye. how do you manage this dynamic, and how does it affect your relationship with trent?”

y/n nods, acknowledging the question. “i’ve always been a very private person. for me, maintaining a low profile helps me stay grounded and allows me to focus on what’s important to me—my personal life and my relationship with trent. i prefer to keep our lives as normal and as untouched by external pressures as possible. it’s not that i don’t appreciate the attention; it’s just that i find comfort in keeping things private.”

trent listens intently, a thoughtful expression on his face. “i really admire y/n for how she handles everything. it’s not easy living under the shadow of a public figure, especially when you prefer to stay out of the spotlight. she’s incredibly supportive and understanding, and she manages to keep things balanced despite the constant media attention surrounding us.”

the interviewer then asks, “how do you feel about this arrangement? does it ever cause any friction or discomfort?”

trent hesitates for a moment, then speaks candidly. “i feel a bit guilty sometimes. i know y/n never sought the spotlight or the public attention. she’s very shy and timid, which is something not many people realize. the fact that she supports me so much while keeping herself away from the public eye is something i deeply appreciate, but it also makes me feel bad that she has to sacrifice so much. it’s a balance we’ve had to work on, and she’s always been incredibly understanding, but i sometimes wish i could shield her from all the attention.”

y/n’s eyes soften at his words. “it’s okay,” she says gently. “i chose this life because i believe in supporting trent and being there for him. it doesn’t bother me as long as we have each other and are happy. we’ve found a way to make it work, and that’s what matters.”

the interviewer smiles, touched by their mutual understanding and support. “it’s clear that your relationship is built on a strong foundation of respect and love. your ability to navigate such challenges speaks volumes about your commitment to each other.”

the interviewer turns to y/n. “it’s clear that your love and support for each other have been instrumental in overcoming challenges. reflecting on the time trent faced significant media scrutiny during the world cup, y/n, how did you cope with watching him struggle, especially with that itv interview he was asked to give?”

y/n’s eyes fill with tears as she speaks, her voice quivering with emotion. “it was incredibly hard to watch. seeing trent under so much pressure and feeling like he was being pushed into a corner was devastating. he was becoming a shadow of himself, and it broke my heart. i knew he was struggling, but i had to keep my composure to support him.”

she vividly remembers those nights—trent coming home late, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the world. he barely spoke, lost in a sea of self-doubt. she wanted to reach out, to pull him from the depths of his despair, but all she could do was be there, a silent pillar of support.

“i tried to focus on being a steady presence for him,” she continues. “i wanted to create a safe space away from the media frenzy where he could relax and be himself. it was challenging to hide my own fears and frustration, but i knew that i needed to be strong for him.”

hearing y/n’s perspective, trent’s voice is heavy with emotion. “it was one of the lowest points in my career. i felt like i was letting everyone down—my teammates, my family, the fans. i lost a lot of confidence in myself. but knowing that y/n was there for me, even when i didn’t feel worthy of her support, made all the difference. she was my anchor, the person who kept me grounded when everything else was falling apart.”

as they reflect on that challenging time, the strength of their bond becomes evident. they didn’t just weather the storm—they emerged stronger, more connected, and more determined to face whatever life throws at them.

“how did you navigate through the self-doubt and criticism to find your confidence again?”

“it took time,” trent admits, his tone thoughtful. “a lot of support from the people around me, especially y/n, was crucial. i had to learn to block out the negativity and focus on my love for the game. it wasn’t easy, but having y/n by my side made me realize that i had something worth fighting for.”

their eyes meet again through the screens, the depth of their connection clear for all to see.

“as you look ahead, what are your hopes and dreams for your relationship and your future together?”

y/n’s eyes shine with hope and excitement. “i think we’re both looking forward to continuing to build our lives together, supporting each other through whatever comes our way. we’ve been through a lot, but it’s only made us stronger. i’m excited to see what the future holds for us.”

“yeah,” trent agrees, his voice filled with warmth. “it’s about continuing to grow together. we’ve learned a lot about each other and ourselves, and i think that will only deepen our connection as we move forward.”

as the cameras stop rolling, y/n and trent exchange a look through their screens, a mixture of relief and contentment on their faces. despite being in separate rooms, their shared understanding and emotional connection are evident. they’ve opened their hearts to the world, sharing their struggles, triumphs, and unwavering love for each other.

this glimpse into their relationship is not just a story of love but one of resilience, support, and the unbreakable bond forged through the years. their journey is a testament to the power of love, and as they face the future, they know they can overcome anything as long as they have each other.

as the interview wrapped up the first segment, a sense of warmth and closeness lingered in the air, leaving the audience with a deep appreciation for the love and dedication that you and trent share. as you both watched each other’s responses on the screen, the love and admiration in your eyes were clear for everyone to see.

the studio lights dimmed slightly in the cozy living room, signaling the final segment of the interview. trent, who had been watching from another room, couldn’t stay away any longer. the door creaked open, and there he was, his gaze instantly locking onto you. without a moment's hesitation, he crossed the room, and with a soft smile, grabbed the seat of your chair, pulling it—and you—towards him. the world around you both seemed to fade away as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, momentarily forgetting the cameras were still rolling.

the interviewer chuckled softly, clearly amused by the display of affection. “it’s clear you two are very much in love,” they remarked, causing you to blush and trent to smile sheepishly as he realized you were still in the spotlight.

“sorry about that,” trent said, his voice warm and unembarrassed as he kept you close by his side, the chemistry between you both undeniable, a testament to the bond cultivated over the years. “my wife is beautiful. it’s hard to keep away from her”

your body warmed at his words knowing the effect his presence had on you.

“alright, let’s jump into the next part of our interview,” the interviewer began, smiling at the two of you. “we’re going to do a bit of a fun segment—mr. and mrs. style. are you two ready?”

“bring it on,” you replied, sharing a playful glance with trent.

“first question: what’s each other’s biggest pet peeve?”

trent laughed softly, his arm still draped around your shoulders. “i think i know this one. for y/n, it’s when i leave my clothes on the floor instead of putting them in the laundry basket.”

you nodded, grinning. “he’s right. it drives me crazy! but for trent, it’s when i leave half-empty water bottles around the house. he’s always picking them up and shaking his head.”

the interviewer chuckled. “sounds like you know each other pretty well. now, here’s one with a bit more meaning. trent, what do you think is y/n’s favorite goal of yours?”

trent’s eyes sparkled with confidence. “oh, that’s easy. it’s gotta be the newcastle goal. the one where i curled it into the top corner. she was there, and i remember how excited she was.”

your smile softened as you looked at trent. “i do love that goal, but it’s not my favorite.” you hesitated, watching his face for a moment before continuing. “my favorite goal is actually your first liverpool and champions league goal against hoffenheim.”

trent blinked, visibly surprised. “hoffenheim? i can’t believe you even remember that one.”

you reached out, your fingers brushing against his. “of course i do. that goal meant so much to me because the night before, we were cuddling on the couch, talking about when your first goal would come. you were so determined, and seeing you score the next day…it was like a dream come true. i felt so proud of you, like all your hard work was finally paying off.”

trent’s expression softened, his eyes full of emotion. “i had no idea you felt that way,” he said, his voice thick with affection. “that goal was special to me, but hearing how much it meant to you… it makes it even more unforgettable.”

the room fell into a brief, heartfelt silence as you and trent exchanged a look full of unspoken love and gratitude. the interviewer, sensing the intimacy of the moment, smiled warmly.

as the interview rolled on, there was a brief pause while the interviewer shuffled through some notes. trent, who had just joined you for the latter half of the session, was visibly relaxed and content, his hand never straying far from yours. every now and then, he glanced over at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips, clearly savoring the moment.

the interviewer looked up with a mischievous grin. “alright, y/n, here’s a fun one. if chelsea and liverpool met in the champions league final, who would you support? your dad’s team or trent’s?”

you immediately lit up, knowing exactly how to play this one. with a playful grin, you looked directly at the camera, then turned to trent. “oh, my dad, of course!” you said, your voice filled with teasing mischief.

trent’s reaction was instant. his eyes widened in mock offense as he leaned back in his chair, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “what? your dad?” he repeated, his voice a mix of disbelief and hurt, though the glint in his eyes showed he knew exactly what you were doing.

you shrugged nonchalantly, keeping up the act. “well, he is my dad,” you replied, your tone suggesting that it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

trent wasn’t letting it go that easily. he leaned closer to you, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin so you were looking directly at him. “well, i am your husband!” he exclaimed, his voice playful but with a hint of genuine concern, as if needing you to affirm your allegiance.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer. you reached out to touch his arm, your eyes sparkling. “i’m just kidding! of course, i’d be cheering for liverpool. but you have to admit, that was a good one,” you said, giving him a teasing smile.

trent, finally relaxing, let out a relieved sigh, shaking his head at your antics. “you almost had me there,” he admitted, his hand finding yours once more, squeezing it gently.

you leaned into him slightly, your voice softening as you looked up at him. “i know, i know. but you should know by now, no one comes before you,” you said sincerely, your playful tone now replaced with genuine affection.

trent’s smile widened, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “good answer,” he murmured, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple, earning a warm smile from you.

as the interviewer started to wrap things up, she glanced at her notes one last time before turning her attention to trent. “before we finish, trent, here’s one for you: what’s something about y/n that most people wouldn’t know but that you absolutely love?”

trent paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. he glanced at you, who looked back at him with curiosity, clearly eager to hear his answer. after a moment, a soft smile curved his lips.

“there’s a lot of things, but one that stands out is how much she cares about everyone around her. people see her as strong and independent—and she is—but what they don’t always see is how she’s constantly looking out for others. whether it’s her family, her friends, or even people she barely knows, she’s always thinking about how she can help or make someone’s day better. she does all these little things that might seem small, but they mean the world to the people she does them for. it’s one of the reasons i fell in love with her.”

your eyes welled up with emotion, and you bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. “trent…”

trent leaned down, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, his gaze tender. “it’s true, babe. you’re the most selfless person i know, and i love you for it.”

the interviewer smiled, clearly moved by trent’s words. “that’s beautiful, trent. thank you for sharing that.”

still emotional, you wrapped your arms around trent’s waist, burying your face in his chest. trent held you close, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. the interviewer gave you a moment, letting the love and connection between you fill the room.

finally, you looked up, wiping your eyes with a soft laugh. “you’re going to make me cry on camera, trent.”

trent chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you’re beautiful even when you cry.”

as the interviewer smiled warmly at the two of you, trent and you exchanged a loving glance, your hands still intertwined as you both thanked the interviewer. as the camera slowly panned out, capturing the cozy, intimate atmosphere of your home, it was clear to anyone watching just how deep your bond runs.

the interview had flowed seamlessly through your shared memories and personal anecdotes, each story brimming with affection and nostalgia. your home was alive with a cozy, intimate atmosphere, making it the perfect setting for your heartfelt revelations.

as the interview neared its end, the interviewer leaned in with a playful glint in their eye. “before we wrap up, is there any special news you’d like to share with our viewers?”

trent’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and excitement. he glanced at y/n, who sat beside him on the couch, her smile a reflection of pure contentment. with a tender, affectionate peck on her cheek, he gently lifted her into his arms, his gaze full of love.

y/n’s laughter, soft and joyful, filled the room as trent settled her onto his lap, his arms wrapped around her protectively. he placed a loving hand on her stomach, his fingers caressing the small, growing bump. y/n’s arms curled around his neck, her eyes shining with adoration.

with a radiant smile and a voice brimming with excitement, trent turned to face the camera, his eyes twinkling with joy. “we have some incredible news to share with you all! we’re absolutely thrilled to announce that we’re expecting our first little one!”

the words hung in the air, and the room seemed to glow with a wave of emotions. y/n’s eyes shimmered with happy tears, her face alight with a mixture of surprise and elation. trent’s smile grew even wider as he looked at her, his heart swelling with pride and love.

in that moment, they weren’t just sharing a piece of news—they were unveiling a new chapter of their lives. their future, now intertwined with the promise of new beginnings, would be filled with the same unwavering love and support that had always defined their relationship.

© PDRIESTA 2024

➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ none ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ requested by anon "PLEASE haaland headcanons or a daring erling haaland imagine" your wish is my command hope you like it - also double update who dis ]

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game. you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked. after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials. instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you. and when he found you, boy, was he happy. smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed. and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single. so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts. safe to say you were stunned. a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card.soon after, he messaged you. which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind. but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park. safe to say it was a massive success. you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you). so no long ques and privacy. you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want.

and he won you basically every available prize. with the final stop of the night being a photo booth. and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken. that picture is now his wallpaper. after a couple more dates, you made it official. after that, it was full steam ahead. posting each other daily/hourly. cute tiktoks. and light pda. people couldn't get enough of you. especially the height difference. his jerseys looked like dresses on you. and his hoodies basically touched the floor. safe to say you looked super cute. midnight snack runs. and baking at 2am. cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow. not to mention showering you with many gifts. you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make. not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate. jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other. and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit. all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)

Hi babes!

I’m leaving for two weeks (vacation) but when I come back I’ll be writing a new one shot.

I have A LOT of requests in my inbox 📥

What’s it gonna be?

I just picked the ones I actually wanted to write. (Apologies to the anon whose request wasn’t up there 🩷)

can you pleaseee do a story about haaland being insecure about something while looking at himself in the mirror and y/n enters the room and comforts him then they end up making out

i hv an exam tomorrow but this inspired me hope u like it <3

erling haaland x fem reader

it wasn’t like him to feel down at all. usually he felt full of power and confidence, he believed in himself and couldn’t care less about what others said about him. he was the strong, norwegian viking after all.

but today was different and you noticed it. he did poorly in the match and although city still won, he’s rating was low and his failed shots were posted all over the internet. you felt his sadness and disappointment, the way he walked out of the changing room, the way his usual bright smile faded away. he could take all the criticism about the way he played, he could take it when it was about his talent or the lack of it, but he couldn’t deal with criticism about his looks. you told him not to go on instagram, to not open comments but he couldn’t stop himself. he sat in the changing room for a good 30 minutes scrolling nonstop, every rude comment, every mean word about his face seeping into his mind. he suddenly felt small and uncomfortable in his own skin, and all he craved was your touch and kind words. you noticed immediately as he walked besides you on your way to the car, his fingers holding tightly onto yours, his golden hair laying on his shoulders, his eyes fixated on the floor. he needed soft touches and sweet words whispered into his ears, a hug and kisses all over his cheeks.

and you knew exactly how to make him feel better, how to make the sad pout disappear from his face.

- hey baby what about a bath when we get home? i got a new bathbomb yesterday, its strawberry and vanilla scented. - you look over at him in the car, his eyes are sad and his fingers viciously gripping the wheel but he seems to like your idea a lot, his face lighting up, his cheeks blushing.

you took baths together whenever either of you was feeling down, the bubbles, the relaxation of the warm water and the closeness of your bodies cheering you up instantly. so as soon as you get home you tell him to go and get out of his clothes and wait for a little in the bedroom while you start the bath and collect all the stuff you want to put into it. you eventually gather all of your things, and with the bathbombs and gels in your hand return to the bedroom. you find your boyfriend staring at himself in the mirror, theres a frustrated look spreading across his beautiful features, his eyebrows are furrowed. he looks like he might start crying and you feel your heart breaking by the sight. you walk up to him, hugging him from behind, your smaller frame disappearing into his. your fingers are running up and down on his torso, caressing his skin, drawing circles on his waist. your cheek is resting against his back, hes warm and he smells like him. like erling, like soap and grass and his lingering parfume. you want him to know how beautiful he is, how his touch lights your skin up, how his eyes mesmerize you, how it feels to call him yours.

- can we take the bath and then watch a dumb movie? im so tired, im sorry..- he asks, theres some shame in his voice as he stares at his reflection.

- of course baby, lets go, i think the water is already perfect.- you grab his hand as you guide him to the bathroom, holding him close and tight, wanting to show him how beautiful he truly is.