Stephen Curry imagines

•SIXTY NINE•

Lila—

You know when they say you can feel tension and you doubt them? Because no way someone could physically feel tension? No, believe them; they are telling the truth. Whoever 'them' is...

I'm in my boyfriend's living room, where I have found myself many times over the last few months. But I have never been here alone with his sister... Stephen loves me, Stephen's brother Seth, and Stephen's parents all like me. But since the day I met his sister, Sydel, I could tell she not only disliked me but despised me. I don't know what I did to her or why she hates me so much, but it hasn't gone unnoticed by me. Maybe by Stephen, because she has perfected the innocent act in front of her loving big brother, but the second he walks out the door, she stares daggers at me.

I met Stephen his last year in college, and we became friends. I was so excited when I found out he was going to the NBA, and in his rookie year, we started dating. We've now been together for almost a year, and it's been incredible. We've built quite a routine just the two of us. Neither of us has family in California; I moved here just a few months before Stephen, so we became very dependent on each other's company. We've explored the state together and bonded more in the first year of our relationship than most do in many years.

He usually stays at my apartment, even though he has what I call a mansion. Stephen's love language is definitely a mix of physical touch and quality time, so he enjoys the small size of my apartment, where we practically have to be shoulder to shoulder while he's here. But our routine was disrupted when his parents informed him they would be visiting him for the off-season. His sister is attending a big volleyball camp here in California for a few weeks over the summer, so they thought it made sense for them to stay at Stephen's.

This news was sprung on Stephen quite last minute and was less than appreciated. He was pacing in my apartment when they called with the plan. Stephen is religious but does not share the same beliefs as his parents, who think he and I should not sleep in the same bed before marriage so we had to be really careful about not mentioning that we practically live together.

Sounds easy enough. Right?

But that puts us here. In the living room.
We are on week 3 of his family living with him. Tensions have risen every day.
After practice, he comes to my apartment for at least an hour to get away from his parents. His father wants to give him every piece of advice he learned from his own NBA days. And his mother has rearranged most of his house and does not plan on stopping until she finishes every room.

While he usually just comes over to lie on my couch and enjoy silence yesterday was a little different...
His hands were around my naked waist as he tried to strip off his own clothes without breaking contact like a starved man.
He was pulling my body closer to his own until every part of us was touching the other and he's still not happy with that. He wanted more. He always wanted more.

He was down to his boxers when we were so so close- his phone started ringing. He groaned into my mouth while pulling himself away to answer the call.
He let out another groan seeing that his mother is the one interrupting.
"I'll be quick I promise"
Laughing to myself keeping my joke in I lay there reading Steph's facial expression as he goes from annoyed to frustrated "That's today? Any chance she forgot?" His head hangs in defeat while he hovers over me.

"Alright I'm on my way home just give me a few"
He tossed his phone to the side not caring as it fell to the floor. He leaned in for another kiss before I put my hand on his chest pushing him back a little further "What was that about?"

He took my hand into his so he could get closer to me putting his head against mine. "I forgot I told Sydel I would take her shopping since she doesn't have volleyball today"