#carmen!

You giggle into your hand and crouch behind Ten’s couch, trying your best to stay quiet. You’ve squeezed yourself in between the slant of the arm of his couch and the end table, effectively concealing a majority of your body. You’re pretty sure that nothing is showing and you’re successfully hidden, but you have no idea- this is a completely new scene. It was all Ten’s idea, to be fair; he had wanted to play a game of hide-and-seek of sorts. He was on a timer, trying to find you as quickly as possible. Soon enough, once he found you, he would have twenty seconds to hide before you started your own stopwatch and did you best to beat his time. Whoever got the fastest time would get to be the dom for that night, so you hope that your hiding place would be enough to stump him.

Unfortunately for you, it’s barely thirty seconds before he appears in front of you, smiling. You groan and roll your eyes, crawling out from your hiding place. You check the outfit he’s put you in to make sure it’s still complete- it is, the corset still in place and skirt still hiked up just enough to barely show off your ass- before grabbing his phone out of his hand and screenshotting his final time. He found you in 27.39 seconds to be precise, so you have to cross your fingers that you’ll be able to beat that time. “Okay, go hide,” you say, smiling. “I have to beat your time.”

“It’ll be hard to do that,” Ten replies, and you playfully punch his arm with your free hand.

“Oh, please. You don’t know how many rounds of hardcore hide-and-seek I’ve played with my friends and siblings as a child. I haven’t lost my charm, babe,” you smirk. “Now go, or it’ll be easier for me to find you.” Ten scampers off and you laugh, closing your eyes and beginning to count to twenty. You continue to count, loud enough that it can be heard throughout his entire apartment but not so loud that you drown out the sounds of his steps, doing your best to track the general direction of where he’s hiding. Once you reach twenty, you say the classic, “ready or not, here I come!” and start the timer, booking it to his bedroom. That’s where you heard his steps going, so you begin scouring every corner of the room. Soon enough, you check inside of his closet and there he is, hiding in a corner of his closet. “Got you,” you say, smiling, and stop the timer. You check the final time and groan, simply giving up. “Damn you, Ten.” He takes his phone out of your hand and laughs, seeing your time. 28.03. He beat you not even by a full second. Which meant your goal for the night had not been achieved.

“It’s alright, Y/N, I’ll be gentle. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. Tonight’s your night, okay?” His hand grips your ass and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his unfairly tiny waist.