"You agree with me, right? It's just not fair," Blake says, half-serious. In her falsely whiny tone, she continues, "I mean, a test the first week we're back from break!? Are we truly being treated like humans!?" She scoffs, walking through the door you opened. "Fridays are for enjoying!"
"It's almost as though we're students with high expectations set on us to succeed in order to provide an intelligent person capable of making rational decisions on a battlefield to defend the populace." Weiss snickers. Blake groans.
"Ugh, you're bringing me right back to Port's lecture. I mean, I get that people like Cardin exist, but *I* don't need to be told how to calculate the bullet drop of a scope. I use a pistol!"
"I think the idea is that you may one day find yourself with a sniper rifle and not Gambol Shroud," you throw in, leading Weiss and Blake to the other end of the hall. "Course, that sounds like a scenario where you'll be a bit too preoccupied about GETTING a gun rather than WHAT gun it is."
"Exactly! This is why I like you… darling…" Blake hesitates on your pet name. She did say a while ago she wasn't a fan, but it seems having a loving boyfriend changed her mind. Though, she may still be deciding what to call you, if anything; darling doesn't sound natural coming from her mouth.
"I've been told I have good qualities," you laugh. You stop arbitrarily at a door next to you.
Blake looks around now that you've stopped moving, a bit more perceptive than Weiss. "Well, judging from where we are, I'd say you have at least one good quality, though it's quite selfish." She leans on a wall and smirks.
Weiss takes her turn to look around. The three of you are in a normal hallway in Beacon, indistinguishable from any other; on either side of you are a dozen or so dorm rooms, with one big door on either end that leads to a different hall. One thing set this one hall apart from the rest, though. Weiss, not knowing what asks, "Selfish? Wait, what are we even doing here? Isn't this where Ilia's room is? I thought we were going to your apartment for… you know…"
"You're right about one thing," you say. You flash a smug smirk at Blake. She smiles back, already fully aware of what was going on.
"This is where Ilia's dorm is," Blake says.
"…and?" Weiss asks after waiting for a follow-up.
"And if she's the only one in that dorm, and nobody else lives here, that means the others are…" Blake leads Weiss as best she can.
"Available?"
"Empty is a better term for this circumstance. And if every room save one is empty, then…"
Weiss blinks. For all her intelligence, deductive reasoning was not her strongest suit. "Then they're… we have space to grow?"
Blake audibly gives up on her guessing game. "Look, Snow Angel." She grabs Weiss' wrists, then pins her to the wall. "We can have all sorts of fun here~" She narrows her eyes and breathes on Weiss' neck
"B-Blake! Let me go!" a struggling Weiss says. Instantly red, she cries, "Someone's gonna see us!" She tries to force back a moan, but she's still bad at hiding her arousal.
"Who is?" Blake whispers seductively. "I thought all these rooms were empty~"
Weiss' eyes widen. She looks around the hall and confirms nobody is around. Calming down, she says, "I think I'm starting to understand." She suddenly gets into it, letting a moan escape freely.
"That's my girl~"
Standing with a steadily rising erection, you look at Blake pinning Weiss up against a wall and breathing on her neck. Before you can send blood back to your brain, you slip out a very aroused, "Babe."
"Yes, Master?" Blake says, also without thinking, overcome with a flash of lust.
"Yes, Daddy?" Weiss says, also without thinking, overcome with a flash of lust.
"…"
"What did you just say!?"
"What did you just say!?"
Both Blake and Weiss throw their hands to their mouths, silencing their surprise. You also stand, stunned, though only by one girl's Freudian slip; Blake hasn't revealed the full extent of her pet-master kink to Weiss, but you've yet to hear Weiss call you, "Daddy." Knowing all too well her multiple family issues, especially regarding her father, you guess it's not TOO surprising, but for her to want to call you that in intimate moments…
Oh, who are you kidding, you're way into it.
The world sits quiet for a moment as Blake and Weiss look at each other, having accidentally revealed a bit too much. Given, it was a secret that would come out anyway, see as they were sexually intimate. Revealing a fetish to a partner did come with some risk, though; if they weren't into it, then that could jeopardize a relationship.
"Open the door," Blake commands, urging you to follow through with your plan.
Wordlessly, you use your Semblance to jiggle the lock on an unoccupied dorm room. You've practiced a fair bit, so you quickly open the one furthest from Ilia's room, ensuring as much privacy and comfort you could get in a school. You had caught Ilia saying that, as a weird transfer case, she was placed in an unoccupied hall. You saw an opportunity to investigate, and now you and your girlfriends walk into a dorm room; the only thing that made this one any different from a dorm on move-in day was some cheap sheets and blankets on one bed that you had thrown on. Luckily, you had a Semblance that let you futz around with locks, so you could cleanly unlock and lock the door whenever you were done. The only concern was that you'd need to make sure the room was clean at the end of the semester, which would be as simple as tossing out the sheets.
Blake and Weiss make the awkward tangible as they look at each other and think about what the other said. Blake had let slip that she felt comfortable calling you Master, and Weiss had let slip that she calls you Daddy. Both were… not TOTALLY normal, and seemingly was a reverse of any expected kinks the girls would have; Blake is a Faunus activist that wants Faunus to be respected, and Weiss couldn't have a more strained relationship with her father if she screamed at a woman and accidentally attacked her with a Boarbatusk Summon. Okay, maybe that would strain it a bit more, but still!
Seeing as you needed to be the one to break the tension, you feel around in your pocket. "Weiss, Blake enjoys it when I treat her like a cat; I'm not just talking she likes it when I rub her ears, but she enjoys acting like I'm her owner." Weiss looks at Blake, who solemnly nods, still ashamed of her contradictory love. "Seeing as this is as good a time as any…" You pull out what's in your pocket and present it to Blake.
Like a cat, Blake's eyes widen and her irises shrink as she sees a heart-shaped tag with her name on it. You hear her heart skip a beat as she unintentionally places a hand over her waist, immediately turned on. You picked the tag up after looking a bit more into Blake's book about pet play, where the main character (a cat Faunus, explaining a lot) is given her own tag with her pet name on it; the character goes into GREAT detail on how much she loves the symbolism behind it, as it turns her from an independent woman into a simple animal that has an owner, a possession, a thing to play with and pamper. Blake gave you her collar, but this gift marks her as yours.
Blake snatches the tag out of your hands and wraps herself around you in a sexually charged hug, saying nothing. You put a hand around her waist and begin stroking her hair near her ears. Waiting for the right moment, you let her go and look at an embarrassed Weiss. "As for you…"
"I… I…" Weiss struggles for words, now the center of attention. Blake has lost her playful flirting, still a bit unhappy with how Weiss found out about her shameful desires. Weiss looks at the ground, starting to twiddle her fingers. "I was… doing r-research…"
"Doing research?" Blake asks, immediately back to normal. A Cheshire grin grows on her face as she asks, "Oh, is the heiress admitting to doing naughty things?"
"I was!" Weiss shouts before looking at the door. The three of you were alone, but other people were still around, so some caution was needed. "I mean, I was doing research! I saw women referring to their boyfriends as… Daddy. I… I kind of liked it… It sounded…"
"And where was this research done? I don't suppose you found a professional study~"
"Fine, yes!" Weiss indignantly stands a few inches taller, no longer awkwardly hiding. "I… found myself alone and felt.. excited." Sensing more teasing from Blake, she preemptively adds, "And I watched some unsavory videos of couples, alright!? I'm new to exploring my sexuality!" Seeing her own opportunity to attack, she smiles at you and fires back. "Not all of us have spent their developing years reading filthy romance novels."
"Weiss, Blake," you say, stepping in between them. "As much as I'd like to see a sexy catfi–" you stop, looking at Blake's bow.
"No, it's okay, you can say it."
"As much as I'd like to see a sexy catfight, we should talk about this instead of making fun of each other."
Blake crosses her arms, agreeing with you. Weiss says, "You're right. I'm sorry, Blake."
"I'm sorry, too. I get that your family probably prevented you from expressing yourself sexually."
"And I'm sorry for returning to my family's teachings and saying that you indulging in your needs is wrong."
Blake side eyes you, another smirk finding its way onto her face. "Kiss and make up?"
Weiss giggles. You move the hell out of the way and let her go up to Blake and plant a kiss on her lips. "But he's right. We should clear the air and tell each other everything."
Blake frumps down on the bed with sheets and lays back. "Well, you got most of what I'm about. I know it goes against who I am and what I stand for, but I can't help it; I like crawling around on my hands and knees, wearing a collar, waving my tail, and I get off to the thought of drinking milk from a bowl." You make a mental note of that last thing. "It makes me feel good and lets me live as a dumb cute pet that doesn't have to think about the harsh world we live in for a little bit."
Weiss sits down next to Blake and falls back to lay with her. "I understand. I'm still getting used to… well, all of this. I still don't know what I like, aside from the obvious. Just… when I heard a woman call her boyfriend Daddy, it just… I don't know. It made me feel like…" Weiss leaves the thought up in the air for a moment, trying to think of what exactly she wanted to say. You and Blake see fit to leave her time to figure it out.
"…"
"I thought of what I wanted. When I was a little girl, I wanted somebody that loved me. I know it's… weird and may be wrong in some ways, but that word makes me think that he loves me and wants me to be happy. And… it makes me feel like he wants to spoil his little princess. I want him to be a big strong man who tells me what to do. I don't see it as a word about family. I never said it; it was always, 'Father,' never anything else."
"I can see that, yeah," Blake says. "I can't imagine calling my dad Father. And not to stereotype your family, but I don't imagine you got read bedtime stories."
"I did. By my butler. I saw my father during meals and when he presented me to the world." Before Blake could respond, Weiss sits back up, a satisfied smile on her face. Her eyes fixate on you as she swirls her next words in her mouth. "When I call you Daddy, it means I want to submit to you. I want you to have power over me. Are… are you okay with that?"
You take exactly zero seconds to think of a reply. "Of course I am, Princess." Weiss fawns, as happy with her pet name as Blake is with Kitten.
Still laying down on the bed, Blake starts giggling, covering her face.
"What's so funny?" Weiss asks, looking down at Blake.
"We can't possibly judge each other's kinks," Blake says through a fit of laughter. "We have the exact same tastes! We both want our boyfriend to take control of us so we can just sit back, do what he tells us, and let him make us feel good. We both love to submit to someone else. The only difference is you want to wear ribbons in your hair and I want a bell around my neck."
Weiss blinks, then falls back, giggling along with Blake. "I guess you're right! We truly were meant for each other." The two of them dissolve into giggles for a little while until they remember why they were where they were.
"So…" Blake says up to the ceiling. "Seeing as we both want to submit, why don't we just lay here and let our loving boyfriend make us women?"