NBA Imagines

Sick Day •Steph Curry•

You rolled over on your comfy bed and checked the clock. 6:35. Morning practice was at 7:30. You had been working as a trainer for the Warriors and it was the best job you could ask for. Ever since you were little you dreamed about this job.

All night long you kept waking up from sneezing and coughing. It was rare for you to get sick especially in the healthy state you were in. Today going to work just didn't sound good at all.

However you got up anyways. Against ever bone in your body. You start a shower hoping to clear up the sneezing. After that you get ready feeling somewhat better and you take some medicine.

Your outfit was just work out pants, a cute tank top. You were starting to get so hot. Maybe it was just a small cold. So you brushed it off and went on. You've had colds before so it was nothing.

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After getting your breakfast and coffee for the day you had made it the practice gym. Practice had just started and you were setting up a few things for the men that they would need after practice. Once that was done you had thought that your cold had gone away but the symptoms were back. You started to sneeze again and again.

A knock was at your door and you look over. One of your favorites was standing there holding onto his leg.

"Mr. Curry. What seems to be the-" you sneeze again. "Excuse me, sorry i have a little-" Another sneeze escaped your body. "Cold." You watch his lips turn up into a smile and it causes you to smile.

"I did something to my leg on a run." He explains to you. You pat the spot on the edge of the bed and he walks over. His sweaty arm brushed yours and it sent a thrill through your body. 'That was strange' you thought

"Lay back please." You command Steph and he does as told. You examine his leg and ask him the places it hurts. The usual drill for a injured player.

"Okay I'm going to stretch it out to get it loose. And then straight to the ice-" You sneezed again and this time it sounded high pitched and squeaky.

Steph laughs lightly and it causes your face to heat up. "I'm sorry I didn't catch that." He says.

"Stretch, then ice tub." You respond your voice sounding very stuffy. He groans and that sound was like music to your ears. You thought that maybe it was just a little crush I mean it's Stephen Curry.

You take his leg in your hands and first massage his calve and knee to get it loose. "Tell me if I hurt you." You say and massage into the muscle deeper. You glance up at his face and his eyes were shut with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Your thoughts were filling up but you brushed them off. That seemed to be all you were doing was brushing things off today.

Suddenly your throat became scratchy and you started to cough. 'Not this again.' You thought and backed away from Steph. You were afraid he might get your cold.

Steph gets up from his seat and walks over to you. "Please stay back. I don't want you to get sick."

"I won't get sick. You do a lot for me. Sit down and let me take care of you." He puts his hands on your arms.

"Mr. Curry-"

"Call me Steph."

"Steph. That is really sweet but there isn't a lot you can do." You say.

"You know medicine isn't the only cure." He steps toward you and you take a step back. The process repeats until he has you trapped against the wall. You wanted him to stay back. He was a pro and you didn't want to be the cause of him missing a game or practice. You sneeze again and try your best to hide it from his face.

"Your sneeze is so damn cute." His voice changes and it was low. He moves his face closer until you could smell his minty gum. His breath sent chills down your back.

"Don't be afraid of me." Steph's hands went to your hips and your breath got caught in your throat. 'Keep your cool' you kept repeating in your head.

"What other cure for a sickness can there be?" You ask and stare into his sharp green eyes.

"It's called love." He smirks. You roll your eyes at how dumb that sounds.

"Love? I highly doubt that." You state

"I can show you." He leans forward until his lips brushed yours.

"Curry! Coach needs you out here now!" Klay Thompson appeared at the open door and he backs away embarrassed at the scene he saw. "S-sorry. Coach just-"

"I heard you." Steph said.

"Tell coach that he's going to the ice tub. He's pulled something in his leg." You grab his arm and push him back so you can get free. Your whole body was tingling from just his touch.

"Follow me. And I'll get the ice ready for you." You walk out of your room and into the ice room. There were several tubs laid out that were used everyday almost. Suddenly you heard the door click shut. You turn around and Steph locked the door, then pulled down the shade. You ignore this move and get the ice ready.

"You can just sit your legs in if you like." You explain to him and poured the last bit of ice. Your back was turned away from him. Your body jolted when you felt his hand on your arm. He slides his fingers up your arm and goosebumps rose to your skin.

He finds his head in between your neck and shoulders. Slowly he gives you small butterfly kisses that lead up to your jaw. You were froze and trapped under his touch.

"Your feeling a little hot baby." He whispers right next to your ear. You felt the hairs stand up on your neck. "You should join me." Your throat was getting scratchy again but you ignored it.

"I'm not s-sure that's such a g-good idea." You were actually stuttering from just being in his presence. His body moves away from you and you had realized you were holding your breath. Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a deep sigh. You turn around and he was taking his shorts off. He had on black spandex underneath, thank goodness.

He then proceeds to strip and takes off his practice jersey. Thankfully again, there was a muscle tank underneath it. You watch him put his legs in the tub and take a seat. His stomach was flexing and you could see his hard core. He had heavy breaths as he was concentrating on the cold ice pressed against his warm body.

"I'll come back and check on you." You say and before he can say another word you dart out the door. You run to your room and go to your little desk. You check your appearance on your camera.

Another knock came at your door and you looked up. It was the coach. "How is he?" He asks.

"Just a small pulled muscle. It's nothing. He just needs to ice and it'll work itself out. He should be back to playing tomorrow." You tell the coach.

"Thanks Ms. L/n" He replies and turns around. The boys were just getting out of practice. You knew most of them and they'd stop by to say a quick hello.

You were packing up a few things and then went to check on Steph. You walked into the room and he wasn't in the tub. You looked around the room but he was not in sight. So you figured he must have left for the day.

You turn around and head back to your room. When you enter the door clicks shut and instantly you knew.

"I thought you left for the day." You say.

"I couldn't leave until I did this." His hands were at your hips in an instant. He takes you by surprise and spins you around so your facing him. His lips met yours in a very warm kiss. It surprised you so much but nevertheless you kissed him back.

Your brain processed what was happening and in a second you pulled away. "Steph what if you get sick?" You say.

"I don't care. That means you'll have to take care of me. So tonight... My place around 6? I'll give you a good taste of my medicine to cure you." He responds.

You sure as hell weren't passing that opportunity up. "I'll be there." You say. He leans down to give you one more amazing kiss that left you both breathless. He turns around and leaves you there with thoughts about what tonight might hold.