Leashes are for Dogs... & Katsuki

Toga ended up bathing Katsuki that night. He flushed tomato red the entire time, all the while she giggled and touched him. Yet again it was another decision that she made, and he couldn't argue. The cold water warmed slightly as it hit his pale form, the warmth coming from himself. He felt his body shiver and tremble, involuntary reactions to the cold. He honestly felt like Soy Sauce Face when he got frozen by Half-and-Half during the Sports Festival.

As he tried his best to stay still, Toga had wet the washcloth and squirted some flowery-smelling soap onto it. Bakugou's nose caught drift of the girly smell as she moved her hand closer to his neck, and a growl rumbled low from his throat.

"Aw, c'mon Katsu-chan! You'll be smelling so pretty! Like a cute little kitten!" Himiko noticed him trying to scoot away, his shoulders and arms stiff and holding his weight as he tried to move. She only mirrored the action, scooting closer to him, effectively cornering him in the tub. She watched as he visibly got redder from her closeness once more. He choked on a gulp of air.

Bakugou felt her hand across his neck, gulping a pool of spit that had gathered in his mouth. She moved her hand expertly across his collarbones and shoulders, feeling every muscle and dip on his skin. He groaned from her working and kneading small knots from behind his neck, the feeling of tenseness being pulled away. She smiled, continuing to move her hand lower.

The washcloth rubbed over his nipples, and he bit his lip from the touch. His body was already oversensitive from bathing in the cold water, so having the slightly rough washcloth rub over his pink nubs made him feel weird. He bit his bottom lip harder as she picked up what was happening.

"Katsu-chan! It's okay to make some noise! It's okay to feel good~" Toga moved her other hand to his other pec, massaging and flicking the other nipple. He let out a high pitched moan, eyes widening at his own surprise of taking her advice, even if he didn't mean to.

She giggled at the noise, happy that her kitten was starting to enjoy himself a bit more. Toga continued to rub and pull at them, and Bakugou started to feel himself react in a way he would've never wanted to. Especially naked and in front of Toga.

"Uhh…," Bakugou manages to cry before shuffling his hands to cover his traitorous hardening cock. It was more of a slight warning for her to stop, but she only continues, washcloth still grinding into his erect nipple. He cries out.

Toga drops the washcloth for a second, both hands leaving his body. The moment she stops touching him, he turns his body towards the wall, his blush covering most of his body now from embarrassment. He watches her with a small sense of fear as she squirts more of the soap onto her bare palms, then rubbing them together to even the soap out.

She figured she'd let him stay facing the bath wall, so she directed her focus to his back. She groped and kneaded his back untangling stress knots and tense points. She felt him relax under her hands, a small sigh escaping his lips. She moved her soapy hands lower easily, the soap acting as a lube for easily skimming across his muscled form.

Toga watched as he inched forward his right hand to his cock, ghosting over himself. She didn't comment or make any move to correct him (punish him, more so), she watched from the side of her eyes, as her fingers pressed into his lower back. She felt his muscles pull and relax as he became more confident.

Bakugou felt her hands move to just above his ass and he shuddered. He wanted her to touch him again, to tease his nipples again, but he couldn't ask. He didn't want to, to appear to be needing the villain, to need her so he can get off. So he held on the urge, trying to focus on her slender fingers adding pressure and cleaning his back.

Even if he told himself he wasn't going to ask, his body couldn't help but shuffle and tremble at her touches and grips. She felt a violent tremor rake his body and she stopped touching altogether. He whined under his breath reluctantly.

"Himi-chan doesn't know what Katsu-chan wants unless he tells her. I wish I had a mind reading quirk, but I don't Katsu-chan. If this is going to work, you gotta talk with me when you need something!" Toga gripped at his shoulders and tried to turn him to face her. He shuffled around, his right hand close to his pulsing dick. "Oh! Does Katsu-chan need help? Let Himi-chan take care of you Kitty!"

Bakugou averted his eyes from Toga's golden eyes. He nodded, the slightest movement that Toga was happy that she caught. She snaked her hands to his crotch, dragging them across his slightly visible hip bones.

Her index finger poked at his tip, pre-cum mixing in with the foam and bubbles from the soap. Bakugou groaned, his head and shoulders leaning forward from the initial touch. She held back a snicker as she moved her finger to trail on the underside of his dick, feeling it pulse from under her finger.

She gripped his base tightly, eliciting a strangled moan from the boy. With her other hand she started to slowly pump him, the pad of her thumb rubbing against his leaking slit. He tried to hold in his whines, not only for his own damaged pride but also for anyone outside of the bathroom being able to hear him.

She continued teasing him with her slow pumps and letting go of the base only to move her hand towards his left nipple to pinch. He cried out after a hard tug, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He felt close, so very close.

"Ah! Himi-chan," he started, his voice a mix of a whine and a groan, "cl-close! Pl—please!"

She stopped once more, her hand hovering over the head of his cock, "Hm? Katsu-chan wants to come?" She covered him with a soft grip, and he cried out. "Ask me, Katsu-chan."

His crimson eyes met her own golden ones, tears trailing down his cheeks from desperation. He didn't want to ask her, he's not her toy. But… If he didn't ask her, he feared she'll do something drastic to make sure he doesn't finish himself off later on.

He swallowed. "Please, Himi-chan. I… I need to come. Ple—"

He couldn't finish begging because she had tugged his cock hard and he came, thick white shots painting on her hand and the tub floor. He felt his body lull and his mind short-circuited from the high of his orgasm. He panted and slumped to the side, resting his weight on the tiled wall.

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After cleaning him up completely, Toga moved to dry him off in a warm fluffy towel, his body weak against hers. She had bought him some low-rise panties, little cartoon cat faces and fish decorated them in a pattern. He didn't even recognize them when she slipped them on him, effectively tucking in his cock. The panties had a matching tank top, the middle of the tank had the same cartoon cat face with a fish in its mouth. It fit a bit snug against his toned chest and torso, but she didn't mind. She buckled the red collar back around his neck loosely and smiled.

"Perfect little Kitty," she pulled him up, watching his eyes focus onto his own body as he looked down. He didn't mention the choice of clothing.

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That night Toga asked Dabi to move Katsuki's futon to her room, to which he shrugged and walked upstairs. Twice had gathered by Katsuki, who was now wearing shorts and a large hoodie over his original sleepwear. Mustard walked to where Twice and Katsuki were, telling Twice about some new memes he found on a shady website online. The older man had asked (begged) Mustard to send them to him, and Mustard had nodded enthusiastically in response.

Toga had attached a matching red leash to Katsuki's red collar to make sure he doesn't wander off. She had given him space to mingle with the other villains, although keeping a close watch at the same time. Kurogiri had appeared to watch him as well from behind the bar counter. Toga smiled as she watched Spinner approach the three boys, Magne closing the distance between herself and them as well.

Even though Magne had originally disagreed with Toga's plan, she was considerate that Katsuki had toned down his explosions. Spinner was still slightly hesitant around him, but only from past experiences from other young heroes. Mustard was probably the closest in age to Katsuki, even if he was a bit younger. Twice just has no sense of moral fear.

Shigaraki watched from his stool, his fingers lightly tapping against a glass of soda Kurogiri had given him. He felt anxious around the blonde hero-in-training, scratching his dry neck obsessively, until Toga pulled his wrist down.

"Mr. Handy Man, I can tell you're nervous," Toga told him as she lowered his wrist.

Shigaraki scoffed at her observation, "Tell me something I don't know, brat."

Kurogiri looked over to him, giving him a glare. He sighed, "What if he escapes and tells the shitty heroes? What would we do then?" The question seemed directed to Toga, but it hung in the air, none of the three wanting to claim it.

Toga giggled after a moment, her empty hand covering her mouth in attempt to muffle the sound. "Don't worry! Kitty is on a tight leash!" To prove her statement, she yanks at the leash attached to the collar around his neck, pulling him backwards a step and choking him from an intake of air.

Twice and Mustard snicker at the action, Kurogiri cringes at his choked cough. Shigaraki smiles a bit, amused by the well-thought pun. Katsuki moved closer to Toga after, worrying if she pulled the leash again to amuse the other villains. She tapped his shoulder when he got close enough and he looked at her, slightly confused.

"Ask him, Kitty. It's okay," Himiko whispered loudly to Bakugou. He turned his focus from her to Shigaraki, his face twisted to a fearful look. She noticed it, quickly adding, "Katsu-chan, it's okay. He won't hurt you. I'll make sure, okay?"

Bakugou nodded, still watching Shigaraki. He stepped closer to where he was sitting, and deeply inhaled. Gathering his nerves, he opens his mouth.

"Do you, um… Do you have any older Pokemon games?"

Shigaraki blinked, surprised.