Formula 1 | One Shots

End Game 🔥| Carlos Sainz

This story was requested by reader: San12A4117 

⚠️ 18+ slightly spicy scene, warning will be given where it starts/ends

Taylor references and Carlos?!?! YES PLEASE
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I lean in closer to the bathroom mirror, my hand steady as I apply the final touches of glitter to my eyes. The sparkles are adorable and they make it seem like my eyes are twinkling like little stars. It feels surreal, everything about tonight. I take a step back, admiring how the glitter gives me just the right amount of shimmer, matching my entire look.

From the bedroom, I hear 'Wildest Dreams' softly playing, setting up the perfect mood for the evening. A smile tugs at my lips as I sing along, feeling the music all around me. This song, these lyrics, it's like they were written for tonight.

I can't believe it. My first ever Taylor Swift concert. It's one of those things I've dreamed about for so long, but life, work, and timing always seemed to get in the way. But not tonight. Tonight is perfect. And it's all thanks to Carlos.

He's lounging on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, looking relaxed in a way he rarely does during the season. We got so lucky that the concert lined up with one of his race breaks. And somehow, amidst his own crazy schedule, he managed to organize everything...tickets, flights, the hotel. All the things I thought were impossible. It's just one of the many reasons I love him so much.

"Hey, amor, how much longer?" he calls out with a teasing tone in his voice, loud enough to be heard over Taylor's voice.

I pop my head around the bathroom door, catching his eye and flashing him a smirk. "Just a few more minutes! You can't rush perfection, you know."

He laughs, shaking his head as he leans back on his elbows. "I know, I know. But you're already perfect! I don't want you missing even a second of your dream night."

I roll my eyes playfully before ducking back into the bathroom. But his words make my heart flutter. It's moments like these, when he's more excited for my happiness than his own, that remind me just how lucky I am.

I finish with one last touchup of my gloss and turn off the bathroom lights, stepping out to join him in the room. The sight of him, so effortlessly handsome even in a casual white shirt and jeans, makes my chest tighten. I walk over and his eyes light up.

"So, how do I look?" I ask, twirling once, my dress floating around me. I opted for a white mini dress, one with lots of beading, perfect for the occasion. 

He stands up, closing the space between us and wraps his arms around my waist. "You look gorgeous, mi amor. Like a star." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "Ready to go?"

I nod, feeling the butterflies dance in my stomach. "Ready."

He grabs my hand, squeezing it gently as he leads me toward the door, and I can't help but think that this might just be one of those nights I'll remember forever. Just like in the song.

Carlos had arranged everything down to the last detail, including the black car waiting for us outside the hotel. I can feel the excitement radiate through me as we settle into the backseat. It feels like the start of a perfect night, and I can barely contain myself.

I rest my head on Carlos's shoulder, our fingers intertwined between us. His thumb traces slow circles over my knuckles. It's funny, really...how natural this feels, just being close to him. I close my eyes for a second, savoring the moment, but there's something about the silence that catches my attention. Carlos isn't usually this quiet, especially when he knows I'm excited about something. He's the first to tease me, to match my freak with his own.