F1-F4 one shots

Lewis Hamilton- caught the feels

Requested by anon.

Being apart of the Mercedes team has always been a dream for y/n. Her love for photography and being able to hang out with some of the best in the business.
Whilst in São Paulo, the disqualification hasn't stopped Lewis. He has had an incredible weekend, so he throws an after party for his team, including y/n to celebrate.

Lewis doesn't overthink plying y/n with champagne and cocktails. He knows she can drink like the mechanics. He keeps his eye on her like he always does. "No camera tonight?" Angela asks her. Y/n shakes her head. "Lewis gave me the night off... I'll take a few photos for Instagram on my phone for him." Y/n hates how much Angela always tries and gets an input into her life.
Lewis comes to pull them both up for a dance. Y/n freezes when she is sure she feels Lewis's hand on her bum.
She doesn't think much of it, until she is sure she spots Angela telling him off.

Y/n soon forgets about what has happened until Lewis is beside her again, looking amazing. "You okay?" He asks her. She nods her head, not taking her eyes off of him. "You smell bloody amazing!!" She tells him, Lewis giggles and pulls y/n for a hug. "I bloody love you.. you know." Y/n starts to say. "Actually I've always had a massive crush on you, Lew. But you are bloody amazing. No wonder I'm probably more than slightly in love with you." Lewis stares at y/n. Not knowing what to say to her.
"Thank you. That's very sweet of you." He says. But doesn't leave her side as he can tell she has had more alcohol than she can handle.

When y/n heads to the toilet. Lewis finds Angela. "She told me she was in love with me... Ang what should I do? You know how I feel about her." Angela nods her head. "I know. Maybe take her to sober up. Show her the Lewis that you want her to see more of." Lewis nods his head and waits for y/n. "Want to go get some coffee and hang out just the two of us?" Y/n looks at him. "What about your party... it's not everyday you make up 25 places in one weekend." Lewis shakes his head. "I know. But I'm exhausted. I can't think of anything better than putting on a film and relaxing. Preferably with you."

Y/n wants to party, but she has never fully been alone with Lewis and now is her chance. Although she has had a fair bit to drink, y/n still decides to go.
Lewis takes her hand as they walk up the lobby. He laughs as she stumbles in her heeled shoes. "Stop.. I'll take them off for you." As y/n makes efforts for him not too, mostly as he is Lewis Hamilton. Lewis smiles up at her. "Let me take care of you. You take care of me all the time. Now it's my turn." He undoes the long laces that are wrapped around her legs and helps her out of them.
"There you go.. back to normal height." He teases her, grabbing her hand again to walk.

They go into his room and he offers her a coffee and water. She sits on the oversized sofa and Lewis can't get enough.
He sits beside her and pulls her into his chest. "I like this.. us alone." Y/n declares to him, making Lewis laugh. "Do you? Why?" He laughs more than he has in a while. "Just because your special like I said." She tells him, snuggling into his chest more. Lewis plays with her hair until he hears her softly snoring.
"This is the best way to celebrate a win.. you'll just never know it." Lewis whispers, as Roscoe joins them on the sofa.

In the morning, Lewis wakes up still curled up beside y/n. But with a blanket over them and fresh coffee in the air. Ang has text. "I've got Roscoe out for a walk, did you tell her how you feel?"
Lewis looks at Y/n who is still fast asleep. He wants to tell her so badly how he feels but he's now thinking it was just the drink talking.
He moves her over so he can get up and grab coffee. He pours himself a cup and she is awake when he turns around.
"Do you want a cup?" He asks, watching her nod her head and wince. "Too much champagne beautiful?" She looks at him confused. He's never referred to her as that before. "Yeah. Ugh why do you let me do it!!" Lewis laughs, passing her the coffee.

"Am I right in thinking you need to tell me something?" Her blue eyes lock on him, making Lewis nervous. He nods his head. "Uhm. Yeah. Did you mean what you told me last night?" Y/n had already checked her girls group chat, that had already confirmed what she had said. "Yeah. I do. Why? It's not like you feel the same. So you don't have to reciprocate the words." Lewis sighs loudly. "So you'll always just think I don't feel the same?" Y/n nods her head.
"Lew come on.. your type is models and Nicole. I can't sing and I am no where near model material."
Lewis puts his finger to her mouth. Her eyes look at him, confused and still slightly sleepy.

"When I won yesterday, there was no one else I wanted to run too. Pick up and kiss. Than you. But I didn't because I know you don't want the messy drama that comes with doing that. I had to hug you like I do with everyone else, keeping it professional. Which is so incredibly hard to do with you right now. You are talented and beautiful you make me worry that I'm not what you want." He says looking at her. "I've stayed single the whole time you've worked for me, as no one will ever compare to you. It drives me crazy that you are so insecure about your looks, but believe me you are beyond beautiful and I love you."

Y/n nearly drops her cup, mouth wide open in shock. "What? Your having me on!! Prove it. If you do.. you'll prove..." Lewis grabs her cup and throws it down and kisses her. Pulling her closer, until she is on top of him. "Believe me now?" Y/n can feel everything and is surprised at how much she is turning him on. "Yeah I do... kinda. Only proves that you are horny." She laughs. "If your okay with it I will more than prove it sweetheart." She nods her head, but Lewis needs to hear it from her. "Yes of course." She says whilst already moving her hips, to get him going more.
Just as she lifts up enough Lewis takes the opportunity to move himself and remove his trousers to slide in easily. Kissing each other deeply, they don't even notice the door opening.
Just an excited Roscoe jumping up and joining them on the sofa.

"Fuck." Lewis moans.