Stephen Curry Imagines {ON HOLD}

•Karaoke Night• Part 1

A VERY long one up ahead!

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Stephen and Y/N were currently getting ready for karaoke night at Klay and Lizzie's house. It's men versus women. Draymond, Stephen, Klay, and Jordan versus Ana, Y/N, Lizzie, and Savannah. Ana is Dray's wife, Y/N married to Steph, Klay engaged to Lizzie, and Jordan, Savannah's boyfriend of 5 1/2 years.

~Y/N POV~

I'm nervous. I have a certain song planned but I'm kinda nervous. The song theme was dirty songs.

I'm wearing a red SC cropped hoodie and a pair of black high waisted leggings. I had on checkered Vans and my H/C hair in a french braid. I had on some natural makeup and was just waiting on Steph. Damn he's slow.

Around 5 minutes later he walks downstairs in a red
SC shirt and grey Jordan sweats. His hair was as usual and he was wearing white and blue SC shoes. "You finally ready?" I asked looking up from my phone. "Yes I'm ready."

I nodded and we left the house to head to Klay's. It was about a twenty minute drive and we listened to music on the way.

We finally arrived at the house and got out of the car, walking up to knock on the door. I got more nervous to sing my song. Lizzie opened the door and Steph and I walked inside. "Hey girl, what took y'all so long?" she asked as I noticed everyone was there already. "Steph was being a slow poke." I smirked at him. He scoffed rolling his eyes before walking to the guys' corner. I sat on one of the couches with the girls and the guys sat on the other couch, on the other side of the living room table. The microphone and aux cord were already set up on the opposite end of the table. "Who's going first?" I ask. "Why don't we pick one person from both sides and do Rock, Paper, Scissors. Best out of three rounds?" Savannah suggested. Everyone nodded as the teams huddled. "Alright who's going?" Ana asked. Everyone pointed at Savannah since she was the most intimidating. Savannah leant over the table preparing as the guys selected Draymond.

"Alright." Savannah said. "Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot." she and Draymond said in sync. Savannah won the round with paper, covering Draymond's rock. "Damn." he muttered. They went on and ended up with the same answer many times. Eventually Savannah won and us ladies cheered for her as she got up to go to the mic. She plugged in her phone and a familiar tune played.

No Love by Summer Walker.

She started singing making eye contact with Jordan, smirking sexily and swaying her hips.

Oh, whoa, oh
Oh-oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I had you back (back)
I wouldn't have did all that (that)
I would've played it just how you wanted to play it
You didn't yet see my worth, so you tried
to play me
But I was so in love, love
That I just got a little bit too complicated

But if I had you back, all I'd wanna do is fuck (fuck)
Get drunk (get drunk), take drugs (take drugs)
(Fuck love) all I wanna do is fuck (oh)
Get drunk (oh), hop planes, all lust
There will be no loving you
It would be no loving you (yeah)

"Oh shit." Dray laughed. Jordan started lustily at his girlfriend. Everyone laughed as she sang. She's killing this shit.

If I did it all again, I would give like ten percent
You deserve like half of that, I'ma need my money back
I'm riding through your hood, it pissed me off again
Finna let new niggas come find me

"Damn." I laughed. Jordan shook his head at his girlfriend, laughing but still watching her sexy moves.

I been tripping like I don't got the designer pussy