Pairing ⋆˚࿔ : SugarDaddy!Stephen Curry x Reader Warnings ⋆˚࿔ : NSFW 18+ , unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, suggestion to explicit photos, Word Count ⋆˚࿔ : 1k
Authors Note ⋆˚࿔ :
Hiiiiiii, ive been dragging my feet lately and haven't gotten to finishing my other stuff, but this has been rotting in my drafts so might as well post it! i hope to post one of your requests this weekend! Hope you guys enjoy, Much love and kisses <33333 divider by @/dividers-are-us
SugarDaddy!Steph who always looks forward to your open ears after a game, win or loss, he always crams in a facetime, even if he’s sweaty and haven’t even left the arena yet. "Missed you tonight, Tell me about your day?" his voice is hoarse from yelling all night.
SugarDaddy!Steph is the type of guy to send flowers ‘just cause’. Always paired with a little note like.
“Always thinking of you. 𝒮.”
SugarDaddy!Steph who is so sweet, he just loves to see his girl spoiled—he doesn’t expect anything in return, except for that bright smile of yours.
SugarDaddy!Steph who loves when you send him pictures of the clothes he bought for you.
“I knew that would look good on you.”
“You look amazing.” Eyes trailing over your figure as you do a spin in the dressing room, your phone propped up against the bench.
“You think?” You chirp back brightly, bending down to pick up the phone again. “Course you do. You gonna show me that black one?”
SugarDaddy!Steph who never had any problems paying:
You: i wanna get my nails done
Steph💗: sent $500
Steph💗: Call me when you get them done.
Steph💗: I wanna see
SugarDaddy!Steph who gotten a bracelet for you. which had arrived in the early afternoon.
Unraveling the delicate ribbon to a small velvet black box, and there it was. a dainty chain bracelet that caught the sunlight through your apartment windows. on closer inspection, there’s a small engraving on the inside part of the clasp, a scripted ‘SC’. A subtle metal kiss to your wrist, no matter how far he may be.
You snap a quick photo, also showing off your fresh set.
You: 1 Attachment
You: thinking about youuu 💕
Steph💗: Looks better than I imagined.
Steph💗: Wear it tonight? Dinner at 8. I’ll pick you up.
SugarDaddy!Steph who would high key out of you palm, but how could he resist you? Everything about you was so intoxicating and he felt like an addict who couldn’t wait to get enough. You adored the attention he gave you, the devotion.
SugarDaddy!Steph who never had to beg you like a pathetic dog to see you, cause why would you do that to him when he treats you so well. (even though it’s so hot to hang him out to dry) so you always send him various selfies and updates throughout your day, which he happens to have a small folder on his phone dedicated to all his favorites (pretty much every photo)
Of course his folder has a secret sub-folder, cause they’re for his eyes only—that contains those photos. (he asked you if it was okay for him to save the photos)
SugarDaddy!Steph is all about the worship, the praise. He undresses you article by article of clothing, murmuring "so fucking beautiful" against your skin, kissing every new inch.
"So good for me"
"Taking me so deep fuck."
"Love how wet you get just thinking about me"
SugarDaddy!Steph who never complained when you showed appreciation in different ways.. “You’re so good to me.” You smile against his skin. “You’re good to me.” He flips you suddenly, but gentle.
When he pulls back, he’s breathing hard. “Can I take this off?” You nod, lifting your arms then your hips. He peels your clothes off, eyes fawning over each revealed sight.
No bra underneath. just the lacy thong he sent last week with a note
‘For when you’re thinking of me.’
His thumb brushes over the damp spot already there.“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So wet for me already.” You shiver when he hooks the fabric to the side, fingers sliding through, spreading the slickness up to your clit.
He circles it with the pad of his thumb, watching your face the whole time. Your head collapses against the pillow cushions, your voice a broken rasp “Steph-”
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.” He lowers his head, breath hot against you, then licks one long, flat stripe from your entrance to your clit. You arch, hand flying to his hair. He groans against you, his tongue working in slow circles, then flicking quick and light until your thighs shake.
When he frees himself. thick, heavy, flushed dark at the tip—he strokes once, twice, eyes remained locked on yours. Steph stutters out, “You sure, baby? We can just-”
“I’m sure.” You reach for him, guiding him to your entrance. “Want to feel you.” After taking one last glance at you, he finally pushes in slowly—inch by inch, letting you adjust, bending forward to press his forehead into yours.
The stretch is perfect, filling you so full—reducing you down to gasp. He stills when he’s buried deep, breathing scruffy and hoarse . “God, you feel-” He stops, opting to kiss you instead. “So good. So perfect.”
He starts moving, slow rolls at first, grinding deep, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. Every thrust out like a tease, his hips pressing yours into the mattress. His hand then find yours, interlocking tightly in to yours— thumb brushing over the bracelet again and again, coinciding with each thrust.
“Look at me,” he whispers when your eyes flutter shut. “i wanna see you.”
Your eyes flutter open and he bites his lip, he then speeds up just enough, hips snapping deeper, the wet sound of him sliding in and out filling the room along with the hoarse moans “Steph—m’gonna—”
“Yeah, baby. cmon. Come on my cock, let me feel you.” Your back aching instinctively, nails digging into his shoulders, crying out his name. He fucks you through it, drawing it out until your legs are shaking and oversensitive.
He follows right after —hips stuttering, burying deep as he spills inside you with a broken moan. His face presses into your neck, inhaling that perfume that infected his brain and soul. for a long minute.
When he finally pulls out with slowness and care, he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, the kiss almost a plead .“Stay tonight?” he asks quietly.
request ౨ৎ “Can we get a Steph fic where he’s just down bad” & “Steph with glasses does something to me…I need headcanons or a fic about them idc!!”
content ⟢ smut smut smut!! oral— m!recieving, typical nerd pulling a baddie with no rizz
serenity says ໒꒱ creds to @joesheadband (who also credited @/rafesangelita) for the layout inspo! i feel like this does but doesn't exactly fit with the requests but technically steph is being down bad here AND he has glasses (?) it's a long one, forgive me!
NERD!STEPH who notices you in his entry-level psychology class. you walk in, head held high, adorned with cutesy clothes and accessories— a walking nightmare to someone who loathes the color pink. he doesn't realize he's staring you down in awe as you sit next to him. putting down your bag decorated with charms and bows, you wave at him, smiling as if you knew him for years. most people would be weirded out at least, but you took it as a chance to make a friend.
"ohmygosh hi, i'm y/n! what's your name? are you also a psych major?"
“uh, no, i’m a sociology major.”
“close enough!”
BUBBLY!READER who continues sitting next to steph. the both of you quickly bond, sharing notes, updating each other about class whenever one of you is absent and groaning whenever the teacher assigns, well, literally anything. before class especially is when steph gets to know you better, since you talk enough for the both of them. one day, she notices steph wearing the school's basketball gear, and becomes genuinely confused. this whole time, you didn't know he played for the basketball team! you're quick to apologize, but steph shoots you one of his easygoing smiles. if anything, he liked that you didn't know. he hopes it doesn’t change the way you act towards him and unsurprisingly, you don’t. except for the random questions you ask him about it,
“wait, so let me get this right, depending on how far you shoot it, there’s a different amount of points you score? and you like to shoot it far?”
“yeah, basically.”
“wait, but what about dunking?”
“2 points, the same amount you get if you make a layup.”
“i feel like it should be worth more points based off the effort it takes to make a dunk though.”
NERD!STEPH who, in the middle of bubbly!reader's usual before-class-tea-spill, can't help but notice how sad you look talking about your calculus class. it's a 9am with a professor who assigns quizzes each week, no curve, and ignores your emails like the plague. all efforts to bring your grade up to at least a C aren't looking good, and hates how it makes you question your intelligence. he's quick to interrupt and let you know grades don’t define you at all. yet, he can tell it still bothers you. maybe he's drunk off of your sugary sweet perfume, but his mind urges him to help somehow.
"what if i just...tutor you?"
"what, really? aren't you busy with basketball?"
NERD!STEPH who is very busy with basketball, actually, but brushes off your worries, insisting it’s the least he could do. besides, he helps some of his teammates with their homework (which is actually him giving them the answers because they can't be bothered to do the work) and tutored children for service hours. surely tutoring you can't be that bad!
BUBBLY!READER who doesn't notice how tutoring you is that bad to steph… or how hard he’s trying not to react to how close you are to him. fists clenched, eyes looking up at the ceiling (doesn’t want to mistakenly look at your chest)— you changed your perfume today apparently, a more...sensual, flowery yet vanilla-like scent fills the air of his dorm room, acrylic nails reaching to take off his glasses— with his permission of course. he remembers how you walked into his dorm room with a large gasp, marveling at the black frames sat on his nose, saying things like,
"how long have you worn these?"
“why don't you wear them during the day?"
"you're like a reverse clark kent!"
NERD!STEPH and BUBBLY!READER who never get anything done during their tutoring sessions, filled with side conversations and end with a trip to the dining hall. somehow it’s both of your faults— you’re a distraction to steph, causing him to forget what he’s supposed to do and you can’t stand math, no matter how it’s explained to you, you can't pay attention at all. often you just zone out and stare at steph— who starts blushing because he can’t handle eye contact. you notice, and with a giggle, you start up a conversation because what’s better than talking to your favorite person?
your conversations used to be basketball related, but over the time you’ve spent with steph, cooped up in his dorm, it shifts to more personal questions about him— his family, interests, shows he watches, and steph “casually” answers each one, even though his heart is racing every time you fix your glossed lips to ask him a question.
NERD!STEPH who finds himself thinking about reader all the time. especially when he sees your signature color, pink, those sanrio characters you call your “babies”, matcha, bakeries, and perfume. he feels like he’s going insane, like every aspect of her— what she likes, what she doesn’t like— decided to appear wherever he goes, just to remind him of what he doesn’t have. his teammates poke fun at him, telling him to make a move, but he waves them off, insisting, “she doesn’t want me like that, guys.”
BUBBLY!READER who also falls for steph, and decides to make a move. except…steph is absolutely oblivious. she pulls out all the stops, wearing lacy thigh highs, mini skirts that do anything but cover the round of your ass, crop tops shamelessly showing off her belly piercing— all for him to say,
“you look…nice,” he stares at your outfit (more so, the belly piercing he couldn't fathom you having) and quickly snaps out of his trance once he realizes there’s work to do. “anyway! i was thinkin' we should review polynomials one more time before your quiz.”
NERD!STEPH who tries very hard to ignore her advances towards him, thinking she’s just being friendly. for some reason, he believes there’s no way the same girl who puts her hand on him as she asks him a question— tracing the muscles on his shoulder “mindlessly”— and who scooches closer to him so she can see how he solves math equations, all while making sure he feels her chest pressed against him, is doing this on purpose to get his attention. no way.
NERD!STEPH and BUBBLY!READER who finally get together, because of your new heels.
BUBBLY!READER who stands up to show off the new (and probably expensive) kitten heels she got with “mommy’s money” with a loud squeal, thanking steph because if it wasn’t for his help, she wouldn’t have passed her test with a B minus. steph, sat next to his desk, insists she doesn’t have to thank him. he loved every moment he spent with her, even if he doesn’t admit it out loud. but instead she pouts, sitting down with a frown.
“steph, i have to repay you somehow!”
NERD!STEPH who tries to refuse, too humble for his own good, but gets his words caught in his throat when he feels the tip of your heel trail up against his leg, digging deep enough to make him feel it, but not hurt. oh. oh, you wanted to help him, your sultry smirk already confirming his thoughts.
“c’mon, steph, you never noticed?” you say, innocently, head tilted. "you were balancing basketball and tutoring just for me and think i won’t thank you properly?”
he tries to savor the moment, relish in the fact that he, in fact, wasn't crazy and you did want him just as bad as he did, but a white hot fear consumes his body. with your heels trailing higher, your fingers inching towards his crotch, his words tumble out as defense, coming out in one breath before you go further and he embarrasses himself.
"i'veneverdonethisbefore,i'mavirgin!"
BUBBLY!READER who gasps at the confession, stopping. yet, you can’t help yourself— when you really digest what steph confessed to you, one, two, and then a whole army of giggles tumble out of your lips. it’s only when you realize his embarrassment, you cover your mouth, whispering a quick “sorry, sorry!”
NERD!STEPH who hopes his inexperience doesn't drive reader away, but it only makes her want him more. i mean hello, a college athlete who isn't a manwhore? you simply reassure him with soft promises, that there's nothing wrong with being a virgin, that you'll take it slow and to "let me know if it's too much, and i'll stop".
BUBBLY!READER who drops down to her knees, deciding that going all the way might not be the best option today— everyone's first time should be special, after all— and settles herself between steph's legs. he's practically shaking, nervous this is happening, nervous that it's you of all people doing this to him, something he only fantasized about in his dreams.
“i’ll be the one to teach you something for once," she mutters, kissing his thigh. “you ready for it?”
NERD!STEPH who doesn’t realize he’s holding a breath in as you pull down his sweatpants, shove it down to his ankles, and palm his cock through the black calvin klein boxers he’s wearing. “breathe, baby,” you remind him, but he’s too far gone to hear you. the print in his boxers seems to rise, aroused and yearning to be touched by something other than his left hand. it’s not long until your teasing thumb pressing on his tip brings out a whimper out of steph, and precum staining his boxers with a small wet patch.
BUBBLY!READER who gets impatient, mouth watering over steph’s long, but skinny dick. your nails curl around the waistband to pull it down, joining his sweatpants, and it springs free— standing up in your face, almost slapping your face. “you’re so eager, stephie,” the nickname catching him off guard, but your warm hand wrapped around the base of his cock, tugging gently, makes him forget all about it. he groans, low and breathy, eyes shutting from the pleasure.
NERD!STEPH who feels like he’s in heaven. he’s so sensitive, helplessly reacting to every tug, touch, lick, suck— his inexperience making him feel everything at a thousand percent. which is why he cries out when you decide to deep throat him unexpectedly, watching you go down until your lips are pressed against his crotch, brushing against his trimmed pubes. you stay there, gagging yet determined, lifting up with a loud “shlickk!”
BUBBLY!READER whose mascara is ruined, gloss completely rubbed transferred onto steph’s dick, yet smiles up at him as if she didn’t just rock his world and continues to suck him off. he doesn’t dare put his hand in your hair— from the countless times you’ve mentioned how long it takes to style it— opting to grip the bottom of the chair, holding on to dear life. with your head bobbing up and down his length, hands working against the rest of his cock your mouth can’t reach, steph can’t take it anymore. he remembers how you comforted him through the euphoric haze consuming him now, telling him to let you know if it’s too much and you’ll stop— but no, he can’t. he doesn’t want to. he feels so much yet nothing at all, overwhelming his body in a way no cardio or workout could ever, not being able to comprehend why you’d even think he’d ever want this to stop. he wants more, more, and more.
NERD!STEPH who releases his cum in your mouth with a moan of your name, too fucked out to warn you. you tug him through his orgasm, squeezing out every last drop greedily. he pants, hands sore from holding the chair too tight, adjusting his skewed glasses. everything’s clear now, both his mind and eyes, now watching you pull away from his cock, mouth full. once he realizes what he did— remembering a story from his teammate about how girls don’t like when a guy finishes in their mouth like that, panic is all over his face, the gentleman in him quick to apologize.
BUBBLY!READER who grins and opens her mouth anyway, unapologetically showing off the white globs of cum spread on her tongue. letting steph see exactly how much she loves the taste of him, before closing her mouth and swallowing with him down with her own dramatic flair, leaving him speechless. one day, you’re going to kill him.
"sooooo, what'd you learn?"
"um..." suddenly steph blanks out, not being able to come up with anything. what did he learn? well, he learned you're insane. insane, but hot. you sigh in faux disappointment at his silence, a playful frown gracing your lips. "nothing? really?" you wrap your fingers around his cock once again, while steph watches you with confused eyes, wondering what you're up to.
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