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ellieputellas · 1 month ago

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3 am | elisa de almeida x reader

When your ex Elisa texted you at 3 AM, you already knew entertaining it would be a mistake. You knew exactly how it would end, but that never stopped you before

tags / contains: 18+ smut, angst, toxic ex!Elisa, strap r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, grinding, teammates, toxic relationship, cursing, pet name usage, not proofread at all, vaguely inspired by this song || wc: 4.6k

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"Hey, I need you. Come over?"

You didn't know when this started to become a thing. You didn't know why you let this become a thing. You swore several times over that this could not be a thing... and yet here you were, hailing a cab at three in the morning, shivering slightly in the cold, telling yourself again that this would be the last time.

When you broke up with Elisa, you thought the best course of action was to stay friends. After all, you were still playing for the same club; it wasn't like you had any other choice. You convinced yourself it was a good idea not to cut ties, to remain close, to act like your little failed dating stint never happened.

As friends, you had something effortless. You had a fun dynamic wherein you could rant all night, laugh at random stupid shit, and just be there for each other whenever you needed it. She was your best friend.

But even then, Elisa had always been a problem for you. Because even if you were great friends, you still couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.

You flushed and grew flustered whenever she pulled you into her lap, held you just a little too long, let her fingers ghost over the small of your back. You knew it was nothing; Elisa was always a little touchy with her friends but it still made your stomach flutter. You tried to not be too affected by it but whenever she flashed that charming smile at you, your breath always hitched. You tucked your hair behind your ear more often around her, an unconscious habit that came out whenever she smiled at you or teased you. It was just so hard not to be affected by her presence.

It was just a crush, you told yourself. A harmless, happy crush.

Until it wasn’t.

Until you had one too many drinks at a team party and ended up making out with her in the backseat of her car, drunkly confessing your attraction in between sloppy kisses.

After that, you two decided to give it a shot. You liked her. She liked you. You were great friends. What could go wrong?

Everything, apparently.

She brought out the jealous side of you, the one you didn’t even know existed. You were always snapping at her for entertaining flirtatious fans, for indulging them when they asked for hugs, selfies, cheek kisses that lingered just a little too long. You hated the way she brushed it off, like it meant nothing, like it was just part of the job.

And then there was her ex.

The way she still talked to her all the time, still texted, still called, still found reasons to be in each other's lives. You would fight her about it, tell her how uncomfortable it made you feel. But she’d brush you off, call you overly jealous and delusional. You tried to believe her but you still silently doubted her intentions. Like how you itched to check her phone whenever it would ping and she'd set it on the bedside table face down, like she had something to hide. The jealousy consumed you completely.

She wasn’t any better. She insisted you keep the relationship private. She explained that it’s cause she had just gotten out of a long-term relationship, and she was still in the process of shipping all her ex's stuff out of her apartment. She told you if her ex found out she was already dating someone else, she'd freak out. She said that she was doing all of it just to protect you.

You told yourself you understood. You really tried. But you just didn’t get why you had to keep it a secret from everyone — your friends, your family, even your teammates. It felt like being back in the closet again, like you were something to be hidden.

You liked Elisa. Fuck, you loved her. Even after just half a year of dating, your heart became completely hers. Because even if being with her was a mess, even if it made you feel like you were losing yourself, she made you feel things no one else ever had. Even after you agreed to go on a mutual break, your heart still yearned for her.

And that’s probably why you let this happen. You swore every single time that that would be the last, but it never was. She would message you in the dead of night, and you’d go running to her, like a moth to a flame.

You called yourself an idiot one more time, sighing at your complete lack of self-control, before knocking at her door. Even after everything, your heart still beat faster whenever you saw her — those eyes, that knowing smile, that face you could never say no to. It was an infatuation that consumed you.

"There you are," she said, her voice low and thick with her French accent.

You exhaled slowly, bracing yourself. "Here I am," you murmured, a weak smile tugging at your lips. "Are we going to do this at the door, or are you letting me in?"

She huffed a quiet laugh, stepping aside. "Come in."

The apartment was just as you remembered it: dimly lit with the faint warm light of her kitchen lamp and the glow of the television flickering against the walls, casting long, shifting shadows. It smelled faintly of her perfume. It still felt like a place you belonged. And yet, you knew better now.

Your eyes landed on the box in the corner of the living room. The same fucking box. The one filled with her ex’s things. You clenched your fists.

"Still haven’t sent it?" The words came out sharper than you intended, but you didn’t take them back.

“Yeah.” Elisa sighed, rubbing her temple as she plopped down on the couch in front of the muted television. "She’s in Switzerland right now. Covering some tournament. I figured I’d just bring it to her there."

Your stomach turned. "Bring it to her?"

Elisa groaned, already exasperated. "Can we not do this right now? I called you because I needed you, not because I wanted another argument."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "Right. You need me, but only when it’s convenient for you." You muttered under your breath as you sat on her couch, immediately regretting your decision to go here. You should have known better.

Her jaw tightened. "That’s not fair."

"Isn’t it?" You crossed your arms, exhaling through your nose. It was all you said even if there was more you wanted to let out but you figured that an argument was the last thing you needed. You grabbed your phone from your bag, clicking on the Uber app, filled with regret over your decision to entertain her again.

"Hey," she murmured, her voice quiet now, almost pleading. She put a hand over your phone. You looked at her to see her features soften. "I’m sorry. Don’t go yet, please.”

Your breath hitched. She knew exactly what she was doing. She always did. Her touch lingered on your hand before slowly moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I’m not getting back with her. If that’s what you’re worried about."

You swallowed hard, nodding as you placed your phone by your side. It shouldn’t have mattered anyway. You weren’t hers anymore. But it still felt good to be comforted about it.

Her fingers skimmed your wrist before slipping into your palm, her thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles. "I told you, I’m not in the right mindset to date anyone. You know that."

You closed your eyes briefly, willing yourself not to fall for this again. Elisa sighed. "But once I am… you know it’ll always be y—"

"Elisa." Your voice came out quiet, but firm. You pulled your hand away. "Don’t. Just… stop."

A muscle in her jaw twitched. She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. "I just— I felt like shit about the game yesterday, alright? I needed someone who gets it. Who gets me."

You swallowed, something heavy settling in your chest. “Is that why I’m here?”

She nodded. “I mean, yeah, I just feel like… I don’t know, I let everyone down with my performance.” She ranted. “I feel past my prime, y’know.”

You frowned slightly, turning your body more to face her. "Elisa, you’re still one of the best defenders I know. You had an off game — fuck, we all did. One bad game doesn’t mean you’re past your prime." You comforted, being the one to reach for her hand this time. “You shouldn’t be so bummed out about it.”

She looked at you then, searching, eyes flickering with something unreadable. Her gaze dropped to your lips for just a second, barely there, but enough to steal your breath away. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah… if anything, I think I did shittier than you did. I had so many chances to score and…” you gulped as you felt Elisa’s hand slowly rest itself on top of your lap. “Uh… I just think we really had an off game. Like, we’re tired and all.”

Elisa hummed in silent agreement, letting you stumble upon your words as her hand gently grazed your thigh. You blinked. “Uh, so yeah, I think this just means we need to train harder and focus.”

Elisa smiled weakly and moved closer to you. “You always know what to say," she murmured. "You always make me feel good.”

"I just tell the truth," you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Elisa smiled, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you thickened, dense with something dangerous. Her touch lingered, moving from your leg, trailing up your forearm, then your shoulder, then the curve of your jaw. Your breath hitched when she brushed her thumb against your cheek, so painfully gentle it made your stomach turn.

“I wanna make you feel good too,” she whispered in a low voice.

There it was, you thought. The real reason why you’re here.

You should have known better. Well, you did know better but you let yourself play a fool, willingly step into her trap. You couldn’t call yourself a victim when you willingly let her fool you every time.

You tried to control yourself, pull away or maybe even push her away. But all you could do is freeze. Elisa’s hand was holding your neck gently, cupping it with a subtle firmness, as she slowly leaned in. Her mouth started peppering kisses on your neck, teasing and soft.

“Maybe,” she said in between kisses. “We should unwind too, huh?”

You didn’t say anything, didn’t move or react. But as Elisa’s mouth wrapped around the curve of your collarbones, a breath escaped your lips. Elisa looked up at you, waited for you to meet her eyes. “Is that okay?” she asked in a soft and gentle voice, feigning innocence, as if she didn’t badly act like she was bummed out about a game just to get you under her again.

But those eyes, the way she looked at you.

Just one more time.

One last time.

And you allowed yourself to be consumed by her once more. You don’t know if you or her who made the first move but you were kissing. Elisa was holding your face as she locked her lips with yours, the exact way you just loved. It felt familiar, tasted familiar. It tasted like every mistake you swore you’d never make again.

But god, how sweet it was.

Suddenly, you found yourself on Elisa’s lap. She had a hand firmly grasping your ass and another propping you up by the waist. You kissed her hungrily, as if you haven’t kissed her in decades. A hum of satisfaction escaped Elisa’s lips and vibrated against yours as your tongue slipped into her mouth.

Impatiently, Elisa tugged at the bottom of your shirt before taking it off swiftly, breaking your kiss. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust and hunger as she stared at your torso, taking in every detail of you. “Fuck, missed this so much.” Elisa said as if she didn’t spend nearly everyday with you in the locker room. “You’re so beautiful.”

Elisa reached behind you and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. She cupped one of them with her long, firm hands, as her bottom lip tucked between her lip. She leaned forward to capture your breast with her mouth, sucking on the nipple with fervor.

You moaned, holding on to Elisa’s shoulders as she rolled your nipple with her tongue. Unconsciously, you felt your hips gyrate, grinding against her lap as you felt yourself be filled with pleasure.

“Fuck,” a moan escaped your lips as you felt the gentle pressure against your core as you moved against her. With her mouth still attached to you, Elisa used both hands to hold on to your hips firmly, pushing you down slightly and guiding your hip movements.

Another moan escaped your lips as you moved yourself against her.

And that’s when you felt it.

She was wearing a strap underneath her sweats. You wanted to call her out, show how frustrated you were about the fact that she made up some dumb excuse when all along, this was what she planned and wanted. It was all so blatant.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to call her out when it felt so good.

You moaned, rolling your hips as you ground against the length of it. Your breath hitched every time the head of her member nudged your clit, the sensation and friction making you whimper. Elisa watched you, her gaze dark and heavy-lidded, before gripping your waist to steady your movements.

“I need you on your knees,” she said in a commanding but quiet voice,.

You swiftly got off her, not hesitating for a moment, before kneeling in front of the French girl who was now pulling down her pants just enough to expose the transparent silicone member attached to her. She watched you settle in front of her, eyes locked on yours as she moved closer to you and leaned her back against the couch.

“Suck on it,” she ordered as she spread her legs wider, just enough so you could slot comfortably between them. The intensity of her gaze made your stomach tighten as you slowly reached out, wrapping your hand around the base of her member. Slowly, you leaned in, lips parted slightly as your tongue traced the tip.

Elisa cursed under her breath at the sight of you, growing more and more aroused. Encouraged by her reaction, you took her in, mouth stretching around the smooth head before sinking lower into the length of it. You bobbed your head up and down and it drove Elisa insane. The sound of your wet, slow movements filled the room. You tried to move deliberately, adjusting to the sensation, careful not to gag as the silicone brushed the back of your throat,

Elisa’s fingers cupped your face with her hand, a gentle thumb brushing against your cheep before moving to your hair. Her touch was deceptively gentle. “That’s it, baby.”

Then, her grip tightened.

She held on to you firmer, guiding your head and pressing you down until you choked lightly, You looked up at her through damp lashes from the tears that stung your eyes, and the sight nearly undid her. Elisa parted her lips, a warm breath escaping them as her pupils blown wide. “Fuck, take more of it.” She urged, voice rough with arousal.

You obeyed, sucking more enthusiastically and letting her control your movements, her hands keeping a firm hold on your hair as she set the pace. Faster. Deeper.

The wet heat of your mouth paired with the pressure of the base of the toy against her sent a wave of pleasure through her, the friction making her curse again. “You look so good like that,” she said before tilting her head back.

Your lips stretched around her as she pushed you down harder, tongue pressing against the underside of the toy. She held you there for a moment before pulling your head back, saliva dripping on her member as you gasped for air. Then she pushed you down again, her hips thrusting to meet your movement.

More tears pricked the corner your eyes, and when Elisa saw them, a moan escaped her mouth. “Just like that, baby.” Her voice was almost a growl, her grip tightening on your hair as she guided you faster. Every thrust sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Her breath came in ragged pants as her thighs trembled. “Fuck,” her grip faltered for a second. Elise continued to thrust, fucking your mouth. She took one last look at you, obedient on your knees, topless and teary-eyed — all hers.

And just like that, she came undone. Elisa’s body tensed as she gasped your name. The base of her strap pressing hard against her as she came, her fingers loosened as she slowly rode out the high. The obscene sound of her heavy, uneven breathing and her grunts filled the room.

Elisa exhaled and looked down at you. She loosened her grip on your head and moved it back to your face, thumb brushing over your damp cheek. She slowly moved you up, glistening lips as you parted your mouth.

“You’re so perfect, cherie.” She murmured, her voice still thick with pleasure. She smirked weakly. “Now, get on the couch. I wanna fuck you.”

Her words alone were enough to cause a whimper to escape you. Elisa guided you up. She stood, grabbing your hips gently before guiding you. She instructed you silently to kneel on the couch and bend over, holding onto the back of it.

Elisa moved behind you, she pulled your underwear down swiftly. You struggled to get it off your ankles, kicking them off.

You looked back to see Elisa admiring your ass, shivering as her hand touched them. Slowly, her hand moved from your ass to your sopping wet pussy. “All this from sucking me off?”

You nodded. You flinched suddenly as she slapped your pussy with her hands. “Cherie, I need you to speak up, okay?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” and just like that two of her fingers were inside you. Your arms nearly gave up but you kept yourself steady. You moved your chest closer to the back of the couch, clutching on to it with your arms as Elisa thrusted her fingers inside you, not bothering to acclimate you to her pace first.

You moaned out loud as she curled her fingers into you, pressing against your sweet spot. Elisa loved seeing you like this, trembling and dripping wet for her. She loved the sounds you made — your cute moan, the whimpers whenever she went too hard or was a bit too rough, the obscene wet sounds of your cunt taking her. She loved it all.

“I’m gonna enter you now, okay?” She warned, voice low and edged with hunger, as she took her fingers out of you almost as abruptly as she put them in.

“Okay, Elisa.” It came out more submissive than you intended but Elisa loved the obedient softness of it.

She smirked. “Good girl,” she murmured again. “Now, I’m gonna do it fast, okay?”

Before you could even respond, she slammed into you. A sharp cry escape your lips as you felt the entire length fill you, practically stretching you out. Elisa grunted in satisfaction, gripping your hips as she set a steady, relentless pace.

It was mildly painful but the sting of it added a satisfying touch to the pleasure. It didn’t take long for your body to adjust, your walls tightening around her as she thrust into you, each movement deeper.

You could feel your wetness drip on your inner thigh as Elisa thrusted into you faster. You cursed under your breath at the sheer intensity od the situation. Elisa smiled, her breaths heavy and labored. “You good?”

“Mmyeah,” you managed to moan out.

Elisa chuckled, her tone husky, amused at your reaction. “Good, cause I’m gonna go faster now, yeah?”

Again, not waiting for your response, Elisa thrusted against you, guiding your hips to move against her. Elisa grunted as the base of the strap rubbed against her clit with every deep stroke. Your moans grew louder, sloppier, your nails digging into the upholstery of the couch. You clutched onto the back of the couch for support as your arms threatened to give out.

The pressure coiled in your stomach, hot and unbearable. Your walls fluttered around her, and you knew you were close. “Elisa, I think I’m gonna—”

“Not yet.” Her voice was firm, commanding. “Wait for me to tell you to cum.”

You bit your lip, whimpering, trying desperately to hold it in. But Elisa wasn’t making it easy. She fucked you harder, chasing her own pleasure. Your stomach tightened. “Elisa, I can’t—“

“If you cum right now, I will seriously punish you and fuck your mouth all night. Got that?”

The tone was sharp and harsh, a warning laced with a promise, but it turned you on even more. You moaned, your grip on the couch tightening as she drove deeper, harder, her name tumbling from your lips. “Elisa—”

“Cum.”

And just like that, your body was absolutely consumed by a euphoric pleasure — the kind you could only feel when you were with Elisa. You cried out her name as you came undone beneath her, your body melting into the couch.

And Elisa watched you, satisfied, as she followed right after, legs shaking slightly from the sensation. She bent over a bit, holding onto the couch to keep herself steady.

As soon as she pulled out of you, you rested on the couch, tired and spent. Elisa didn’t say anything at first, just exhaled deeply as she unbuckled the strap, sliding the dildo out and setting it aside before tugging her sweats back up. She ran a hand through her damp hair, the dim glow of the room highlighting the sheen of sweat clinging to her skin.

She glanced down at you, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips. Then, without a word, she leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Hold on,” she murmured before reaching for the blanket draped over the edge of the couch. She pulled it over both of you as she settled beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

You let yourself sink into her warmth, pressing your cheek against her chest. She smelled like sweat and faint traces of her perfume; it felt so familiar. Elisa hummed in satisfaction, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back.

“I think I feel better now,” she said, the amusement clear in her voice.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything, just nuzzling closer to the French girl, pressing your body against her. “That was… good, Elisa.” You admitted quietly. Elisa hummed in response, the vibration of her reaction buzzing against your skin.

You absentmindedly traced circles on the fabric of her top, feeling the warmth of her body underneath. But even as she held you, even as you lay wrapped up in her, you couldn’t shake the familiar hollowness settling in your chest. You felt kinda used. But you couldn’t pin the blame on Elisa alone; this was your fault too.

Because you knew how these would go.You always knew.

These late-night meetings… they always ended the same way. You’d give yourself to her, let her take you, have her consume you, only to be left feeling like you were the only one falling deeper.

Elisa never talked about it after. Never acted any differently the next day.

You swallowed hard, fingers tightening slightly against her shirt. You had to ask. Had to hear her say it… whatever it was.

You sighed. “Elisa, are we—“

Before you could even complete your sentence, her phone rung. She sighed. “Hold that thought, baby.” She sighrd, barely hiding her irritation, grabbing her phone from the arm of the couch. The bright screen illuminated her face as she squinted at the name flashing across it.

“Oh, wait, I gotta get this,” she said, already sitting up, so fast that you practically tumbled into the couch. “I think it’s an emergency.”

Your stomach twisted. You reached out to tug on Elisa’s shirt. “Elisa, do you really have to?” You looked at her pleading with your eyes. You didn;t even know what you wanted at that moment. For her to stay? To hold you? To tell you that she made a mistake and she was finally going to commit to you? That maybe, she loved you too?

You weren’t sure but one thing was certain: you just wanted to not feel… so disposable.

She hesitated, biting her lip as she stared at the screen. The ringing continued, cutting through the silence between you like a blade. Then, finally, she sighed. With a quiet click, she pressed the side button, silencing the call before placing her phone face down on the couch.

“Yeah, sorry, sorry.” She said before resting beside you again, putting a hand around you.

The warmth was still there, but the hesitation in her touch was new. Like she was suddenly aware of how tightly you were clinging to her. You sighed, trying to close your eyes and focus on the sensation her arm around you and her chest raising and falling underneath your head as she breathed. Maybe if you held on tight enough, you wouldn’t feel the distance creeping in between you.

Maybe this time, she wouldn’t drift away.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

The text notification was relentless and imposing, cutting through the silence. You wouldn’t have been so bothered if Elisa didn’t stiffen up with every ping of her phone. Elisa started bouncing her leg, impatient and restless as if she was waiting for an excuse to move. You sighed, opening your eyes.

“Elisa.” Your voice was quiet but firm as you sat up. She wasn’t looking at you. Her gaze was fixed somewhere else — distant.

She turned to face you, jaw tight with impatience. You swallowed. “You should take it.”

She blinked. Hesitation flickered on her face. “No, no, it’s good. It’s probably nothing.” She shook her head too quickly.

You gave her a weak smile, one that barely reached your eyes. “It’s fine,” you repeated, softer this time. “It might be serious.”

She blinked, eyes searching yours for something… permission, maybe. An easy way out. And you gave it to her.

Elisa looked at you thankfully, shoulders slumping in relief. She smiled weakly as she put her hand on top of yours for a moment — just a moment — before standing up, grabbing her phone. The warmth of her touch faded instantly.

She paused once more, casting one last glance at you, as if to check if it was okay. You just nodded. She smiled tightly again before walking to the kitchen.

You turned to watch her, talking into the phone with a hushed tone, back turned against you. You didn’t need to ask who it was. You already knew. The same person who always seemed to linger like a ghost in the spaces between you.

Again, there you were again, feeling used. You exhaled slowly, forcing yourself to move. Your clothes were still scattered on the floor. You bent down, picking up each piece and slipping them back on with slow, measured movements.

You looked at her once more. She didn’t even notice, not even a glance towards you. She was fully invested into the call now. When you were fully dressed, you tried to look once more, hoping she’d meet your glance and realize that… maybe she was making a mistake letting you go one more time.

You stopped waiting for her to look at you. You shook your head, picked up your bag from the floor, and left.

a/n: unedited! finally another elisa fic from me! i hope guys liked it. this was supposed to be just angst but i somehow found myself typing up smut hahahaha! inspired by rosé’s song, 3am… hence, why it should have been just angst haha anyway, more fics soon hopefully! lmk ur thoughts

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