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.
