Jenny-Starfire
I wanna ruin our friendship. We should be lovers instead.
Press Play: Starfire (Koriand'r) x Black Fem Reader (WLW)
WC: 5.3k
Warning: SMUT, the plot is a threadbare justification for smut srry not srry, indulgent top Kori, my Kori has a bush agenda makes an appearance, semi-public/public sex, alcohol mentioned, alcohol consumption mentioned, alcohol poisoning mentioned, cheating/infidelity mentioned
A/N: My first pride month fic! Please note that this is a songfic so the lyrics will be interspersed with the actual plot of the story. I'll be working on getting through requests next, so be on the lookout for that, I just wanted to get this out for the first week of pride.
It was disconcerting to see Kori so downtrodden.
Her normally glowing bronze skin had dulled and taken on an almost gray tint as she'd all but refused to leave the house in the throes of her depression.
It wasn't uncommon for the Tamaranean to stay at your apartment, the two of you were thick as thieves which meant plenty of sleepovers and impromptu visits— neither of which you minded all that much.
Jenny darling, you're my best friend
The only reason you were at all put out by her current visit is the nature of it— Dick had broken her heart again. She hadn't explained much of it to you when she first arrived at your doorstep— the normally tall, assured woman doubled over with the strength of her grief— all you had gotten were the words distance, cheating, and "Babs" and well, you could piece it together well enough on your own after that.
You'd never been particularly sweet on Dick Grayson, he was handsome in the traditional sense (not that you really cared to measure him at all, let alone against other men) and charming enough that you could somewhat understand Kori's infatuation with him, but you'd never been able to completely rid yourself of the stinging pang of jealousy that ran through you every time you saw the two of them together. It didn't help that at the best of times, Dick was emotionally unavailable— leading Kori on with false promises he'd never be able to deliver on because he didn't have the capacity to fulfill them. At the worst of times though, he was a shameless flirt. Kori never minded, it's common in her culture for people to engage in polyamory so she never felt too put off by Dick's actions, but you knew that he knew that he was wrong.
If anything, this situation hasn't affected your feelings towards the man, you never held him in high regard and the fact that he's apparently cheated on your friend in any capacity is not at all surprising. Still, seeing the way that entire demeanor has changed— her normally glittering locks have dim with the weight of his betrayal— has left a festering knot of hatred and resentment within you towards the black-haired man.
But there's a few things that you don't know of
You take a seat on the couch that Kori's draped herself over. She's tall, so her legs hang off the side and you mentally kick yourself for having an object in your home that isn't catered to her needs. She's staring at your ceiling listlessly (popcorned stucco pattern the perfect backdrop to her melancholic pondering) and you wipe the few, almost dry remains of her tears off her face before lifting her legs up so you could sit beneath them.
Her head barely lifts as you unconsciously rub her bare calves— a habit so deeply ingrained in you that you'd have to sit on your hands to stop it. "Kori", at the sound of your voice, her head lifts in attention, you take a few moments longer than you normally would, trying to think of a way to say this that won't torment her further, "I think you need to get out of the house."
Her pupilless eyes widen and she shoots up with a speed and strength you forget she possesses, as gentle as she is with you. "Wait! I- That came out wrong!"
She pauses, one foot out the metaphorical door, "I do not wish to burden you, I know that I make miserable company right now."
"No! Kor'— that's not what I meant. You're welcome anytime, you know I always want your company."
She no longer looks like she's going to bolt— so that's one small victory at least. "Then what did you mean?"
"I just meant that you should go outside. You know, show him", you "delicately" avoid the topic of her former relationship, "He can't keep you down."
Why I borrow your lipstick so often
She mulls over your words, quiet, as the intensity of her emotions war with the value she places on your advice as a friend. "At the very least, you should get some sunlight. I-I'm worried about you", you throw that last bit in for reasons you aren’t really certain of.
She doesn't respond, just staring and blinking at you in a cat-like manner. "O-or, we can go out tonight if you aren't feeling up to going out now! I know a club downtown that pours double for pretty women— especially if they're in a bad mood."
Her face scrunches again and you wisely decide to stop throwing out ideas to give her time to process what you've said. Finally, it seems she settles on an answer, "I think I'd like to go to the club you suggested. Being around other people should be a good way to get my mind off things."
Your mouth stretches into a grin, "Ok, sounds like a plan."
She laments the fact that she doesn't have any of her usual going out stuff on her, seeing as she stormed out of her Dick's shared apartment upon finding out about his betrayal. You quickly move to remedy the situation, offering her an assortment of garments, makeup, and hair products that she's left (and that you may have "borrowed" and not returned) at your place over the years.
I'm using your shirt as a pillow case
It seems like in no time at all, the two of you are dressed and taxi-ing to the agreed upon venue. You’ve decided to cover the cost of the cab, Kori’s in no shape to fly anyways, as depleted as her energy reserves are.
You weren't entirely sure how Kori would feel about it but, you were familiar with the club and you knew that the patrons and staff of the establishment could be counted on to give her a good night. Plus, she was likely to get as many free drinks as her heartbroken liver could handle (did Tamaraneans even have livers that worked like yours? Did they even have livers at all?). And since she was a beautiful woman going to a lesbian bar, she'd clear house. You only hoped that she'd remember you enough to share the good fortune.
I wanna ruin our friendship//We should be lovers instead
She goes ahead of you in the line for security, they seem to recognize her and she spends a few moments chatting with them as they distractedly check her purse (she insisted on carrying the group purse and you didn't have the strength to argue with her). She steps to the side to wait for you while you get checked, she's a bit fidget-y and you notice that she's messed with the hem of her short, skin-tight dress for maybe fifth time tonight.
A touch concerning, but nothing that you feel like bringing to the forefront. Tonight is about Kori and her mood. If this pattern continued after she'd gotten a few drinks into her, maybe you'd call her on it, but right now you wanted to focus on hyping her up.
By the time the two of you clear security, she's grabbed onto your arm, pulling you closer while cautiously following your lead. You go ahead of her to open the door to the actual club and dancefloor and she lets you go to cross the threshold.
I don't know how to say this//'Cause you're really my dearest friend
The deafening sound of the music pumps through your ears, the baseline so intense that you briefly feel your heartbeat sync to the tempo.
Kori's found a shard of her light again. She's on the dancefloor with a group of giggly drunk girls that seemed to be stuck in a loop of fangirling and flirting with her. You're more than content to watch her move, the hypnotic sway of her hips as they move from side to side leaves you uncomfortably crossing your legs to provide a fraction of relief. You've volunteered to hold the purse so that she could fully let loose on the dance floor and everytime Kori looks up at you, you let yourself pretend that it means more than a friend checking to make sure their friend hasn't been like axe murdered or something.
Jenny, darling, you're my best friend
One of the girls moves to dance on Kori and you pretend to rummage through her purse with any sort of purpose besides ignoring the flare up of envy that rears its head, hot and furious, within your chest. You find your compact mirror and lipgloss that you know is Kori's the second you pull it out of the bag. You put it on anyways, it hasn't been long enough since your last reapplication to use smudging as a justification but you slip the lipgloss into your bra and vow not to say or think any further on the matter.
I've been doing bad things that you don't know about// Stealing your stuff now and then
You're distractedly sipping on the Paloma you bought twenty minutes ago, watching as the hem of the purple satin dress Kori's got on rides up her thigh with each undulation of her hips. Your mouth salivates at the idea of seeing a glimpse of her panties, when your train of thought is interrupted by a woman approaching you.
She's good-looking. Dressed somewhere between woman and man as the tell-tale shimmer of a gold chain peeks out from in between the sides of her artfully undone button up. Her long locs are put up in a bun and her dark skin glows green, orange, and blue with each pulsing rotation of the lights.
She asks if you're here with anyone, you say no. You look at Kori to both; check that she's ok and to let her know that you were going to be heading onto the dancefloor with someone. She turns to you, a silent conversation happening in a few glances, and she seems...upset? You look back at the woman hitting on you only to see that she's smiling and the slugs she's got on peek out just the smallest bit.
Damn, if she didn't fuck you, you were liable to hump the next thing you see.
It takes very little effort for her to get you off the barstool and onto the dance floor. She's a good dance partner, her hands rest confidently on your hips and she griiiinds into you, catching every piece of ass you've thrown at her. At some point she's pressed into you, you've pressed into her— you can feel her boobs poking into your back— and she's kissing the expanse of your shoulder as it flows into your neck.
The dancefloor disappears and for a moment, it's just the two of you in your own world. You're seconds away from kissing her when Kori finds the two of you. Locked in as amorous an embrace as the one you were in, you find yourself feeling the slightest bit of shame. The dress you've got on has ridden up as well, and the wet spot in your panties has certainly become a design feature with how large it's grown.
Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me
Kori calls your name, "Sorry to interrupt", she doesn't sound sorry at all, "I needed my purse, I need to fix myself up in the bathroom."
Your brain is still slightly fogged by the clouds of horniness so it takes a few moments to process her words. When you do, you disentangle yourself from the woman you'd been grinding on (did you even know her name? What the hell was wrong with you?), "Oh- um, I'll go with you. Gotta...stick together right?" It sounded lame, even to you, but the moment’s been ruined, violently dispersed by the fiery gaze of your very own best friend.
I wanna ruin our friendship
The bathroom is blissfully cooler than the main area of the club so you have no trouble cooling down after splashing some water on your face. Kori looks pissed, the reason is foreign to you as she looked like she'd been having a good time grinding on and getting ground on by her proverbial harem.
You briefly contemplate staying silent to be petty but your brain helpfully reminds you of the very reason you came out in the first place.
"How was your night Kor'?"
"Fine."
Her frigid response is alien to you. In all the time that you've known Kori, she's never been cold . Even in her many breakups with Dick, she'd always resembled a cloudy sky, or the scorched fury of a desert sun, but never in the years that you've known her would you have described Kori as frigid.
She says nothing else in follow-up of her answer as she continues applying her mascara. "Um, ok", you tap your fingers along the counter, boredom and a sudden uncomfortable silence makes you fidgety.
You splash another round of water onto your face, blindly reaching for the paper towels on the wall as the droplets run down your face, neck, and chest. One particularly determined droplet runs into the valley between your breasts and it tickles uncomfortably as you try to dab at it in vain. You feel the weight of Kori's gaze and your heart stutters uselessly as you hope that she hasn't spotted the black cap of her lipgloss glinting in your bra.
She catches your gaze, eyes fixated on hers, and she snaps her head away— looking staunchly at the mirror as though it contained the most interesting thing in the world (well to you it did, though her reflection paled in comparison to the real thing). Another awkward silence ensues and you briefly contemplate the severity of alcohol poisoning you'd get if you turned the awkward silence counter into a drinking game.
"Not to rush you or anything but, are you almost done?"
She growls, a low, blink-and-you-miss-it sound that comes equipped with the baring of her teeth— her entire face scrunched in anger. "Why? So you can run back to that woman you were dancing with?"
You whip your head so fast you damn near get whiplash, "Ok! What the hell is your problem?"
The sound of a toilet flushing halts the impending argument between the two of you. A woman comes out of the stall furthest from the door looking reticent and like she'd rather be anywhere else. As she leaves the bathroom— with all the delicacy of someone surrounded by landmines— you at least applaud the fact that she washed her hands.
With the bathroom completely empty, you return to the issue at hand, "Seriously Kori, what's up with you? You've had an attitude since we walked in here. I know that you're upset about everything with Dick but—"
She growls again, frustration coloring her expression, "Everything is not about him."
It takes a concerted mental effort to not roll your eyes. "Ok, then what's the issue? It's like you're mad that I was grinding on someone."
The way her expression falters is confirmation enough. It sets off a repressed jealousy that you'd been feeling the whole night (and maybe even a bit beyond that too, every time she kissed Dick instead of you, you buried this very feeling inside of you.)
"Are you serious!? So what, now that you're single, I have to just be this virgin nun who remains chaste in solidarity with you?"
She doesn't respond, the only indication that she'd heard you is her grip tightening dangerously around her mascara. You could continue but tearing into her would only serve to hurt her feelings and as mad as you are with her, you can't bring yourself to destroy her emotionally— especially not after what she's just gone through— so you finish off with this, "I think we both know that that's fucked up Kor'."
You turn, back pressing against the sink as you cross your arms and look away from her.
We should be lovers instead
"I don't want you to— to remain chaste", hearing her stumble over her words stokes no regret within you, as much as you cared for her, it wasn't fair of her to impede on your love life so that the two of you could be miserable together. She had to know that you'd have her back no matter what, no relationship would come between— "I want you."
A record scratch sounds in your head and you turn to her with a stunned look that elicits the softest of laughs from her.
Undeterred, she starts on a tangent, "Have I ever told you of the way we Tamaraneans express love?"
You gulp. She's told you this before, you could listen to her speak of Tamaran for a thousand years and never tire of the excited lilt that colors her voice each time she speaks of her home, but you have a feeling that this particular time means something significant— the bathroom ceases to exist as the heat of her gaze and the warmth of her skin overtake the sputtering wind of the air conditioner. She awaits your answer, smirking at the awareness of her effect on you.
You shake your head and she continues, "On my home planet, we are ruled by love. Our emotions are felt deeply and warm passion overrides the rule of cold logic", her hand finds yours, untugging it from the loose knot made by your crossed arms. "Love takes many forms, physical intimacy is merely one aspect of the depth of love that any creature— let alone a full-grown Tamaranean can feel."
Her hands are warm, it almost feels like you're touching the sun, but her skin is oh so soft and like Icarus, you can feel yourself melting with the prolonged contact— though you don't dare retreat--not from this, not from Kori.
"When I came to Earth, I found it strange, the rigidity with which you all define things. Love is this, friendship is that, there's no fluidity— no exception allowed for the strength of pure passion."
She pulls you in closer, you have the briefest flash of 'DANGER' run through your mind that dissipates as soon as she's caged you in. With you securely trapped in between her muscular arms, chest, and the sink, she continues her tale. "Then I met you, and I thought, here is someone who loves like a Tamaranean. Your friendship was familiar to me in its intimacy and I found myself yearning desperately for your company."
She leans down and presses a kiss into your forehead, another thing she's done countless times before that feels different now with the full weight of her feline gaze trained on you. "I loved Richard and I loved you. Richard had never been open to the idea of opening our relationship and you have never shown an interest in men, together we’d never work. But I was ok with that, because at the end of the day, I still had the both of you."
Her eyes trail down your body and you burn with desire at the imaginary trail she leaves behind. "It was not until a few days ago, when you took me into your home, as broken as I was, that the thought had occurred to me", one of her hands leaves the countertop to trace the exposed lines of your collarbones that peek out of your dress, "Do you want me? As I want you?"
You're just now cognizant of the fact that you're panting. Her question makes you aware of the way that your lungs are desperately trying to fill with air— desperate for a reprieve from the intoxicating scent of her.
Your underwear are little more than a sopping, used rag at this point and if your blunted senses can pick up on the smell of your arousal, you're certain that the smell must be unbearable to her advanced senses— you're grateful she doesn't point it out.
I don't know how to say this// 'Cause you're really my dearest friend
The press of her lips against yours when you finally get the sense to utter your agreement is electrifying. It's hard to put into words the feeling of kissing Koriand'r, the closest thing you could put it to is the hypothetical feeling of bathing in a pool of lava that bursts into a supernova.
Your extremities spark with anticipation and you twitch with excitement and indecision as she places a hand on your chin.
You're easy when it comes to Kori— something you'd only willingly admit in the confines of your thoughts— so when her tongue prods at your lips and her hand squeezes your jaw with the slightest pressure, you have no problem opening up to her and letting her do as she pleases.
Her skin is hot, unbearably so, and with a great regret you pull away from her feverish body. "Kori...I need more, please", escapes you on a pathetic whine and Kori obliges, indulging you as easily as breathing.
She kisses you one more time, lifting you onto the bathroom counter as her hands not so subtly find your butt. She retreats from the kiss, nose finding the crook of your neck as she sniffs before licking the spot. Her eyes roll back in a bliss that you'd inadvertently caused and the desperate moan she lets out only leaves your unattended pussy aching.
"Koriiiii", it's bratty but damn it, it was her fault you were like this.
That snaps her out of her trance and she pushes you back, adjusting your legs so that they sit on her toned shoulders as she descends to her knees. "I'm sorry my love, I did not mean to leave you wanting, I was simply basking in your scent", she prods at the sticky mess your underwear’s become, "Though I suppose I should have started here."
With that she rips the band keeping your underwear together as though it were nothing more than tissue paper. You don't have it in you to protest when her tongue runs over the extent of your pussy, toying with your perineum before dragging a saliva-soaked path to your clit.
"Fuck! Fuck me Kori!"
Her mouth is working a million tiny miracles right now and you wonder who trained her in the art of giving head so you could kiss them. The pressure of her tongue is consistent, hungry, and curious and she's made a sort of vacuum around your clit that is so intense it causes you to scoot away from her to get away from the intensity of it.
Kori's having none of it though and she pulls you back to her with no effort at all. "No, no, none of that. You asked me to fuck you, your sudden cowardice is unbecoming."
Shit.
Kori's got that look in her eye, the same one she gets in the middle of a battle with a particularly difficult enemy. That laser focus that reminds you of her standing as a commander— as a warrior. To have it turned against you so wholly leaves you a fucked out mess in no time at all.
You can't help the way your body bends, legs clenching around her head as one of your hands buries into her hair and the other is scrambling for something to hold onto— you curse the bathroom counter for its lack of grabble appendages before grabbing onto the nearest faucet with a death grip that you don't have the presence of mind to worry might actually break it.
Her finger enters you, just the one for now but it's long, effortlessly bumping against that spot inside you that— in combination with her ministrations on your clit— have you seeing stars.
Your orgasm is quick but fragmented— you weren't entirely joking when you mentioned chastity earlier—you keep cumming but not in the bone-deep satisfying way you know you can. Kori seems to know that without you even telling her (or maybe she just can't bring herself to stop licking your pussy, the world may never know) and she doesn't hesitate for one moment, even when your legs have certainly started to function more like a choker than a body part.
Kori does something and it all just clicks as your orgasm comes crashing into you, with all the pressure and force of a fire hose. "Kori, ah, cumming— I'm cumming!"
She doesn’t respond, content to let you ride her face as you squirt and gush onto it. She greedily licks up the remains of your orgasm on your spent pussy before moving on to clean her face.
You feel like you're floating, every limb you possess has turned into jello as you float away into an orgasm-induced dreamland. You vaguely feel Kori stand up and she snaps her fingers to get you to focus enough that she can assess your condition.
She's halfway through asking if you're alright when the faint music of the club is drowned out by the sound of rapidly approaching voices. Giggly, drunk, and raucous, you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you at the fear of being discovered.
Jenny, take my hand// 'Cause we are more than friends// I will follow you until the end
Kori's fast and she moves the both of you into a nearby stall without any sort of prompting. Just in time too, as the bathroom door slams open with a force only possessed by drunk girls and those with super strength.
You hear the familiar voices of the women Kori was grinding on not too long ago and a devious, slightly idiotic thought enters your head.
Kori's in guard mode, listening to the voices of the group as she assesses their potential threat level. She's placed you on the toilet in the stall (thank god this was a nicer bathroom that's splurged on toilets with lids) and you take a moment to take in the sight of her, pressed against the door as she is.
The stalls here are floor to ceiling which blocks out most of the sterile, fluorescent light produced by the recessed lights on the ceiling. Still, the dimness of the stall doesn't diminish anything about Kori. She's beautiful (you've always thought that), her bronze skin has returned to its original vibrant shade— pallid cast lost sometime during the night— and her long curly hair is bouncy once again. The dress she wears is tight, satin fabric threaded with elastic to create the perfectly fit skirt and an ionic-esque cut-out top that managed to be flowy while still providing cover to the necessary parts of her body. Her heels were gold and they wrapped around her calves enticingly. She was a goddess, beauty, desire, and love given form— you feel elation at the fact that she loved you in the same way that you loved her.
Jenny, take my hand// I cannot pretend// Why I never like your new boyfriends
At the feeling of your hand tapping her thigh, her attention turns to you, faint remains of your orgasm cover her face and they glint in the low-light of the stall. You're greedy, drunk with power off of your newfound privileges, and more than a little bit petty so you pull her close to you (your hands "somehow" finding a way to grope her firm ass). You don't waste time explaining yourself as you push her skirt up, pull her underwear down (no tearing needed, you petulantly think) before going to town on her bare pussy.
The brief sight of her bush set you ablaze with want again. You lament not being able to follow the happy trail it connects to and mentally vow to explore it later as you dive in. Her taste is a bit different, it's a bit more tart— the closest thing you could describe it as would probably be lemon or grapefruit— not that it's off-putting when Kori stands above you struggling to keep quiet.
You push her legs further apart, her panties now stretched thin around her ankles, as you adjust yourself to better bury your face in her pussy. Her clit stands at attention, the blood rush causing it to peek out, past the folds of her labia, further than it would when not stimulated. You lavish attention on it all the same, unsure if the simulation provides the same feelings for her as it does for you until she grabs the back of your head to halt your ministrations.
Your fingers are halfway inside her when you look up at her bewildered gaze. In a quiet, strained voice she chastises you, "If you continue this behavior, I'm not certain I'll be able to remain quiet."
She says this as if she didn't just threaten you with a good time.
Normally, your good sense would kick in, shame and social propriety would return to remind you of the fact that, no, fucking in bathroom stalls was not something you partook in. However, you're drunk off a really good orgasm and the tangy taste of Kori's pussy so you think your good sense is taking a sabbatical.
Your eyebrow raises as your fingers reach their hilt inside her. She lets out a barely repressed moan, as if in pain, before muttering, "Ah, it seems you don't care."
You hear one of the girls drunkenly slur something about how she threw ass on the Starfire and you add another finger inside of her. The girl's friend yells out, "She totally wanted you girl!", and you grab Kori's ass, pushing her clit into your awaiting mouth.
"Ahn!"
If Kori's embarrassed at her slip up, you wouldn't know, too busy focusing on sucking her clit and scissoring your now, four fingers inside of her.
"Oh my god. Is someone fucking in the bathroom?", one voice rings out
"Ewww, time and place."
"I think it's hot", a different voice enters the conversation.
"That's just cus you're sexually repressed", at the final voice's condemnation, the group laughs loudly before hurriedly exiting the bathroom.
At the sound of the final person's footsteps exiting, you continue to go to town on Kori. Fucking your fingers into her with no reprieve or mercy.
Though you're fucking her a little rougher than you typically would, Kori's rough voice encourages it, she tells you exactly what she wants done to her and she hold nothing back in regards to her approval or disapproval.
Oh, your love for them won't last long (Forget those, I’m yours)
It's refreshing to have such a vocal partner and the sound of her debauched moans leaves you needy and dripping. You play with your clit lazily as she all but rides your face.
"Oh my-", she calls your name, "You're doing so, so good my love. Just a little more— don't stop—you suck me so good."
You do exactly as she says, allowing your face and tongue to be nothing more than a fuck toy for your best friend's needy little cunt.
I wanna ruin our friendship// We should be lovers instead
She cums with a blast of heat and you scramble away from the toilet to avoid it. You nearly fall onto the ground but Kori's quick to react and she catches you before fixing herself, you, and booking it to the club exit.
It's only when you've safely cleared the club entrance, leaving behind the bewildered security guards, that you speak up--much to her embarrassment, "Did you explode the toilet when you came!?"
I don't know how to say this// 'Cause you're really my dearest friend (Jenny…)
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