Karkat molests sleeping Terezi

	Was there even any kind of proper reaction for this situation? What were you supposed to do when you found a girl that you kind of really liked passed out on the floor with no pants on? Turning off his crabbie-talkie, Karkat stepped closer to his unconscious friend, nervously letting his eyes trail along her partly exposed body. From her long legs up the thick thighs peeking out from the edges of her boxers, the slip of grey skin left bare between her shirt and boxers, the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Gritting his teeth and forcing his gaze to her face, Karkat leaned over and placed his hands on her covered shoulders, giving her a light shake. Terezi gave no answer save a light snort and Karkat rolled his eyes, looks like he had no choice. Shaking her harder, this time he began to say her name, hoping to rouse her before picking her up and carrying her to her room. This time she grumbled, turning herself over and getting tangled in her cape. About ready to start swearing and picking her up regardless of if she were awake or sleep, Karkat’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the way her backside was poked out. In contrast to her relatively lanky and small top half, her ass and hips filled out substantially, straining the fabric of her boxers and forcing the stretchy underwear to pull tight across her bum.

	“I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND.” The thought kept bouncing around his head, even as he gripped Terezi’s shoulder tight. He could cop a feel, it would only be a second and no one would be the wiser. His throat was feeling dry and sweat was starting to bead on his forehead, was he seriously considering this? Licking his chapped lips, Karkat released his friend’s shoulder and let his hand trail down her back and then, with wavering determination, cupped her ass. It was warmer than he expected, the heat radiating into his palm, and he tentatively clutched the flesh in his hand. He could barely fit an entire cheek in one hand and he almost wished she had rolled onto her stomach so he could paw at her butt with both palms. After a few minutes of casually rubbing against her backside, Karkat withdrew his hand, slowly and gently rolling Terezi onto her back. Her shirt had risen up even further now, flashing the room the dusty teal nipple of her left breast. The troll stood there, watching his friend’s nipple grow hard in the cool air, feeling the blood already heading straight to his dick.

	“JUST THIS ONCE, IT WON’T BE THAT BAD.” Ignoring his nagging conscious, Karkat kneeled next to Terezi’s prone body, letting his hand rest on her one of her small breasts. Her t-shirt is thin, and of course she isn’t wearing anything else under it so he can feel the soft curves of her chest easily. He gave an experimental squeeze, light at first testing to make sure she wouldn’t wake up in the middle of everything. Not surprisingly she didn’t move, didn’t even let out a snore despite her wide open mouth, and Karkat was more than happy to squeeze rougher. Massaging the breast in his hand he ogled the way her nipple hardened, poking through the black material and matching the other, freed tit. Suddenly she shifted and Karkat’s whole body stilled; two seconds, then five of his tensed stance before Terezi merely rolled slightly, her legs splaying out as if sending an invitation to him. Letting out a shaky breath, the cancer troll removed his hand from her warm chest, sliding it down her clothed stomach until reaching the elastic of her Scalemate patterned boxers. He swallowed and his face flushed at the thought of his hand straying farther; could he possibly be taking this too far? He looked around the darkened room; no one came to this area of the meteor much so there was virtually no chance of him being caught. His chest was painfully tight as he worked his hand under her boxers, palm brushing against soft curls and fingers carefully slipping between her lips. She’s already leaking fluid, the sticky mess coating his first two fingers as he rubs up and down her slit. Even being this close to her made his cock throb, pressing uncomfortably against the front of his pants.

	Using his free hand, he hastily unzipped his pants, forcing himself not to groan at the feeling of his hand wrapping around his cock. Slowly, he eased his index finger inside Terezi, watching the way her face twitched for a few moments until slowly easing back into its content smile. Gliding his hand along his dick, he trusted in and out of Terezi, going from one finger to two. The angle was awkward but the slick feeling of her insides and the way she clung to his digits more than made up for the cramp steadily growing in his wrist. The rhythm was messy, he couldn’t keep an even pace between his jerking and his fingering; several times he had to pause to rearrange himself but the sleepy moan and growing pool of genetic fluid staining the white boxers would urge him to continue.

	“DAMN IT TEREZI WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF?” His voice was a harsh whisper, grunted out between clenched teeth. His hands were getting sloppier, his hips jerking as he imagined it was his dick pounding into Terezi instead of his hand. Biting back a groan, Karkat finally came, spraying himself across Terezi’s face. With cherry red genetic material coating her cheeks and flying into her mouth, Karkat could barely keep his fingers moving, clumsily wiggling them before sliding them out with a soft plop. Pulling his hand out of her boxers, Karkat looking at his teal stained skin and feeling his cock twitch in the loose grip of his hand at the sight. In the three years on the dreadful meteor he hadn’t cum that hard yet, and even when he knees were tingling with numbness he sat there and basked in the afterglow. Eventually though, his eyes lazily looked over his handiwork and just like that his stomach dropped.

	“OH FUCK. OH SHIT.” Looking at the mess he had made on her face, Karkat could feel dread wash over him. The bright red fluid dripping into her opened mouth, smeared across her grey skin, even getting on her dragon cape would surely paint him as the guilty party. Panicking, he grabbed the end of her cape and lightly wiped his cum off her face, grimacing at the way it thickened and spread on the fabric. He didn’t bother trying to clean up her mouth; it would probably just mix with the Faygo that had been pooling with her drool. Instead he draped the cape across her stomach and hurriedly zipped his pants before scurrying out the way he came. He gave one last look over his shoulder to make sure Terezi was still asleep before closing the door behind him.