#steph x klay

[unmanageably]

[reizeken]

Cooking something to cope with Klay's contract situation and playoff loss. Give me more ideas, cause I'm finally writing a non smutty klephen fic

[love-in-tv-world]

sharing the same brain cell on the bench

[fromcainwithlove]

just dropped a new ficlet. gonna go reread it and find fifteen typos.

the enemy of good

steph curry/klay thompson | mature, 1.4k

The truth is, Steph doesn’t all the way know how it works, or how long he can keep this going; how many times he’s allowed to have everything he needs, and then just a little more. Whether it’ll survive Klay’s recovery, another championship, another three seasons. He can’t imagine he’ll be allowed to keep this after he retires, when there are no more backbreaking schedules, no more road trips, nothing to pull him away from home.

[acedaya]

@soursklay on Twitter - the OG shipper

[lightsout-lewis]

let’s be honest steph carried klay throughout the game 😭

[okayyklay]

Their Heart's Desires | Klay Thompson x reader

summary -> in which, you want to tell klay you love him for the first time, but he beats you to it

warnings -> fluff. its just cute, but short.

word count -> ~844

Klay picks you up by your waist and twirls you in the air. You squeal softly and pull your legs toward him, as to not hit one of the many people walking by the two of you to congratulate Klay. Game 2 of the Finals just ended in a close game that tied the series 1-1. 

“God Y/N, that felt incredible,” Klay had a 25 point game and a huge first half that completely shifted the momentum of the team. “Job’s not done though.” He sets you down and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

“You were amazing. When you play like that, jeez you’re unbelievable.” You both chuckle before he’s pulled away by a guy wearing a Oracle pass around his neck.

“Alright, I have to go change, but meet me in the 3rd press room on the away side.” He gives you another kiss, this time on your lips, before walking off into the Raptors tunnel.

-

You’re standing in front of a door that has a sign that says “Press Room 1” on it. The door is slightly ajar so you’re able to see the many reporters sitting in front of Klay, even though you’re only able to see the back of Klay himself. You’re listening to him talk while scrolling through Twitter, liking the occasional tweet boosting Klay and his performance.

Someone suddenly grabs your shoulder from behind. You swiftly turn and are met with Steph. He pulls you into a hug that you promptly return, “Thanks for coming all the way down here. It always means so much to him when you make the away games.”

“I wouldn’t miss this,” you twirl the studded bracelet on your wrist that Klay gave you for your 3 month anniversary a couple weeks ago. “I love doing stuff like this for him.”

“The last thing I want to do is pry, but man, this is the happiest I’ve seen him in a while,” you smile at this and tilt your head down to hide your blush, “Anyway, we’re going to this nice restaurant by the hotel to celebrate before we head back to San Francisco. I’ll text Klay the address.” He shoots you a smile before walking down the hallway toward the parking garage double doors. 

-

You had gotten a hotel room a few doors down from Klay because you didn’t want to make things awkward by assuming he’d let you stay in his room. So, after getting dressed in your hotel room for the team dinner, you walk down the hall and knock on Klay’s door. When he opens it, he’s wearing really expensive looking black slacks with a white button up. The button up’s sleeves are rolled halfway up his arms, emphasizing his arms muscles. He looked so perfect you can’t help but be mesmerized by him.

“Wow, you look amazing.” He takes his hand off the door and grabs your hand to guide you into his room. 

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”  He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before turning to his mirror and adjusting the belt on his pants. You’re watching him in this moment and you suddenly feel so much. So much love and appreciation for this one guy. It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before, it’s one you never expected to feel firsthand. You’re in love. For the first time in your life, you are fully and irrevocably in love with someone. 

You move towards Klay who is still standing in the mirror. You stand behind him and rest your hand on his back, but not long before he turns around and pulls your chin up to him. He leans into you and begins to kiss you with more emotion than he has before. 

He moans into your mouth before pulling away, “Maybe we don’t go to dinner. What if we just stayed here?” He walks backwards slowly, pulling the both of you onto the bed. 

“Steph would be. So. Pissed.” You say between kisses. Klay laughs in your mouth and you smile into his. His lips tasted like a cup of rich wine, so elegant and delicious. They were perfect, his lips, like they were made for you. You made out flawlessly as two unquestionably flawed people.

The only thing heard in the room was your lips and Klay’s lips moving in unison, but also your heart. Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour. It was screaming in ecstasy, screaming how much it loved him, everything about him. You wondered if he could hear it, but you didn’t want to live wondering. Not with Klay.

You pull away from him and stare into his eyes and he stares back into yours. You open your mouth to vocalize the wishes of your heart, but Klay cuts you off.

“I love you.” 

“God Klay, I love you too.”

[lovepurplequeen]

ESPN spiting fire 🔥🔥🔥😯 😮

Klay is the key to Warriors winning back-to-back championships!

[teesbuysclothing]

Klay Thompson X Draymond Green Steph Curry t shirt

[itsbackwoodsbby]

Locker Room Sex

Stephen Curry x Black Fem Reader

A/N: I wrote this for my pleasure. I AM TWENTY, so there is an age difference. I am sorry if you don't like the age gap, but I still am obsessed with this FINE ASS man so don't judge me, judge ya mammy.

Warning: Age Gap! Dirty Talk! Cheating! Swearing! Unprotected Sex!

Summary: You were messaging Steph Curry for a while and then eventually he ghosts you. You were desperately in need to talk to him. For reasons. For answers, on what exactly is going on. You sneak in the Golden State locker room and you definitely get more than answers.

You greeted and told the guys goodbye and goodnight as they left the locker room. He was the only one left in the locker room taking a shower. He turned the shower off and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. You look at his body. He was very toned for a 35 year old. You bite your lips and start imagining him with the towel dropped.

“Uh… can I help you?” He asks you kind of sternly. You look at him nervously. “Uh yeah. May I get an interview?” He looks at you, “You’re not an actual interviewer.” Reading right through your bullshit. “I’ve heard of ABC, ESPN, and Ballislife. Never have I heard of Big Balls Entertainment.” He reads your fake ass badge your best friend made you.

You swallow hard and you try to come up with a new lie, but you can't. Honestly, you only here to talk to Stephen Curry and possibly even fuck him. But you obviously know the plan is blown, so you walk out. He grabs your arm.

“You know fans can’t be back here either. You can go to jail.” He tells you. You sigh. “I just wanted to see you. You stopped replying to my messages.” He looks at you, “Wait, you’re the girl that I was snapping.” You bite your lips and shake your head before you look down. “And when you stopped texting me, I had to find a way to see you and talk to you.” He starts examining your body as you are talking. “Aye my eyes are up here.” You say sternly. He chuckles, “My bad.” He clears his throat. “Look. I have a wife. I have three kids. I can’t be doing this with you.” You look at him and nod you head. “You’re right. I’m so sorry.” You say as you get up to leave the locker room.

You don’t know why you thought your plan was going to work. You two are 15 years apart. He has a family. You just want him back though. You guys were only talking and sending nudes through Snapchat. It shouldn’t have got this deep as in you sneaking into the Golden State locker room.

A voice comes back to the locker room. It’s Klay. Steph and you run to the shower room and you hide in there as Steph puts on some clean boxers and goes back into the locker room. You listen to their conversation until Klay says he has to go home to see his doggie son, Rocco. He leaves and it’s just you and Steph. You were about to leave and he grabs your arm again.

“Nah. Wait a minute. You can’t leave yet.” He says. You look at him confused, “Maybe we can hook up one time.” He says before caressing your body. “You just said you don’t want to be caught up with me.” You say biting your lip as he squeezes your boobs.

Steph wanted you now. It’s only because he remembered his wife was going for two weeks for a cooking show. The kids were with his parents. So you could be his little cum eater while his wife was away. It wasn’t like Ayesha would care. He can just dispose of you when he got done.

You strip down and go inside the shower room taking your clothes with you. You wanted shower sex and he wanted the same. He smiles at your naked body before you disappear and follows you. He takes his boxers off and pushes you down on your knees.

“You said if you were to see me, you’d suck it.” He smirks. “Do it.”

You start with his tip and slowly lower down an inch. His dick is really big and thick. It’s kind of hard to swallow. You’re a big girl though, so you push through. Eventually you’re damn near eating his dick up.

“My balls need love too.” He says and pushes your head down. You bite your lip before you start sucking on his balls. He smiles and groans even more. You smile knowing you're doing a good job. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” You go back to sucking and stroking his dick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other and he rolls his eyes in the back of his head. “Fuck, you’re a good at giving head.” He says. “Young ass eater.” He chuckles.

He starts fucking your throat. You start gagging at how rough he is getting with you, but it only motivates him to be rougher with your throat. He hits the back of your throat once and he starts nutting in your throat. You swallow it all. Eventually, he pulls out to see if you did. You smile and stick out your tongue. He smiles.

“Good girl.” He says. You stand up and he admires your wet body. He sucks on your neck and lowers to your nipples. He starts rubbing your clit and he smiles. “You want me to return the favor now or later.” You bite your lips, “Later. I need that dick.” You say.

He picks you up and slides you down his dick. You gasp and hang your mouth open, moaning a sweet note in his ear. He starts thrusting in and out of you. He proceeds to go faster and choke you a bit.

“You take this dick so good, baby girl.” He says groaning in your ear. “And your pussy is so fucking wet.” You whimper. “Ooh shit. You’re so deep. You’re so deep.” He smirks and goes harder. Your legs begin to shake. You’re on the verge of climax already. “Steph. Chill. I’m going to cum.” He chuckles, “Nah. Take it.” He says and goes harder. You try to grip the wall. “Mm, fuck daddy.”

He turns the shower off and heads back to the bench. The steam from the water was making it kind of hard to see. He lays you down with his dick still inside you. He pulls out and starts eating your creamy pussy. You start moaning and gripping the edges. His head game was vicious, it almost made you cum. Then he rams his dick back in roughly. You scream out. He chokes you.

“Chill the fuck out. You can’t be too loud, ma,” He says. You bite your lips. He begins to pound your shit in. “Ooh. Ooh Steph! I told you to chill. I’m going to cum.” He smacks your boobs and goes deeper. “Nah. Say my name.” He groans. “Oh daddy.” You say low. “Loud ma.” He says. “Fuck! Daddy! I’m coming.” You say louder. He chuckles and starts back pounding you. You let out a long moan before creaming his dick up. He looks down, “Yeah. That’s right. Paint this dick.” You cover your face as he starts going deeper. You try to push him away but he just pins your hands above your head.

Suddenly, he starts going faster and faster then you feel his warm liquid fill inside you. He groans in your ear as he does it. He pulls out and watches you leak out both of your juices. He looks down at you as you look at him. The two of you laugh at each other. You sigh and get up.

“Now, I got to shower.” You say and run to the shower. He joins you and you two just shower. You two get dressed and walk out to the parking garage together. He kisses you and rubs all over your body. He practically didn’t want to let go of you. You very slowly break the kiss and giggle. “Chill.” You smile. “You should come with me tonight.” He says. You think about it. You don’t mind but you would rather lay in your own bed tonight. “Nah. I’m going home. Maybe if you need me again, I can stay over.” He smiles, “Ight, lil ma.” You blush and get in your car and he gets in his. He honks his horn as a goodbye and you go to your house.

[reizeken]

i wanna write a smutty klay/steph fic so badddd but im genuinely out of ideas ugh

[love-in-tv-world]

HELP!

[fromcainwithlove]

this is so … https://twitter.com/nba/status/1537835573259517954?s=21&t=d1z1sqx1UTXYE1m2Tixsjw

it’s everything. it’s the casual intimacy of 10 years on the court together. it’s the deeper intimacy of an 8 year friendship. it’s ‘we did this’ and ‘WE did this.’ it’s ‘you lead us you made history you’re our heart’ and ‘you made it back you made it out you survived.’ it’s ‘how many klay’ and ‘how many more’ and ‘how much longer do we get.’ it’s ‘what are they gonna say now’ and it’s not needing to say a word. it’s winning by 40. it’s losing by 40. it’s the same table on every plane ride. it’s ‘the heart on that man is incredible’ and ‘i can’t wait to watch him show everyone how good he is’. it’s respect. it’s trust. it’s forever.

[pristinehit]

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