Aftercare for landoscar for the kink prompts pls. (Top Landos x Bottom Oscar if you will, could be a/b/o upto you :) )
Alpha!Top!Lando x Omega!Bottom!Oscar
Lando has never been good at being a ‘traditional’ alpha. He presented late at 18. He’s small in height and frame. He spent so long thinking he might be a beta or even an omega with his tendencies towards collecting fashionable clothes and longing for attention he’s never really held himself like an alpha.
He learned to shake it off, he’s been dealing with off remarks and weird journalists since he was getting Velcroed into his cart. He’s a kind person, a thoughtful son and friend, he has a decent scent of sandalwood and smoke even if it’s a little understated, he’s damn fast, and he’s always had a big dick so who cares what a bunch of knot heads are saying about him.
He’s not an alpha? Simply false.
It makes him less of a man? He’s got plenty of man, thanks.
He’s a worse driver for it? Tell that to his championship.
After a while, he learns to just not care.
Oscar, who smells like a field of daisies and freshly washed laundry when he floats into the MTC bundled in a big soft coat and dopey grin.
For the first time in his life Lando feels the alpha instinct to protect, to provide well up burning hot in his chest as he looks at this adorable omega shyly greeting the engineers.
That’s when Lando chooses to freak out. He’s never really been all that alpha so he’s just been with betas, the odd omega. But omega typically don’t like being knotted by hookups in nightclub bathrooms, especially outside of heat. He is so totally out of his depth.
And, well, the other thing. He has a big cock, okay? He knows it. Tries not to brag, most people find out and some fans do it for him anyways. It’s whatever. Usually just means he doesn’t get to come inside or get all the way inside. It’s fine.
But now it’s not fine because for the first time he’s met someone he wants to come inside or at least have the feeling of being inside and he’s panicking. Hard. Forget that Lando hasn’t even had a proper conversation with Oscar yet, or that Oscar is already giving him hero worship heart eyes from across the conference table.
Lando Norris wants to impress his that omega. And he is properly freaking out.
So what does Lando Norris do when he freaks out? He makes it max fewtrells problem. Nevermind that the beta probably wasn’t expecting a 3am phone call from a tearful Lando.
And max does what max does best, gets on a plane and explains to Lando that he’ll live. Probably. Though even max wavers on that line when he sees the way Oscar looks ready to climb his bestfriend like a tree. Makes him almost regret helping if he knows they’re going to have their stupid secondary pheromones all over each other.
Whatever. The things he does to make his best friend happy.
He convinces Lando he is perfectly capable of learning to please an omega, to properly stretch someone. That Oscar would be willing to try. That nothing can go wrong.
Except things do start going wrong.
Not for Lando, who is meticulously researching and watching real educational videos, not porn. Okay, not just porn. He even bought seven kinds of scented lube just in case. He has yet to ask Oscar on a date. Or broach the topic of his overwhelming feelings. Or even mention that his soul is actively trying to work its way out of his body via his kneecaps to cuddle the omega, preferably around those stupidly thick thighs.
More so for Oscar, who has been so excited to meet and befriend his childhood hero/crush/poster he had on his wall that he practiced making out with. But it’s fine bc he and Lando are fine now and that was so long ago. (It was f2. The poster lives in a box in a closet in Monaco that mark Webber knew better than to volunteer to start unpacking.)
But Oscar sees the way Lando doesn’t want to get to close, keeps a respectful distance. So he decides to get over his awkward crush. He accepts a few dates from sponsors and old teammates, even a karting track owner from London.
Oscar is polite and thankful for their interest but not really into. He’s more into getting back from those dates and finding Charles and snuggling with the other omega in his nest even if it kind of does smell like max a little. But who is he to judge.
So what if Lando is losing his ever loving mind while considering buying a life size omega anatomy guide on a sketchy looking .edu site. A few dates mean nothing. He’s not going to push the steadily growing boundaries of friendship, of ever lasting hugs and padel matches, until he knows he can be the kind of aloha Oscar deserves. The lifts he purchased off of Amazon are no ones business but his.
It’s after one of these dates Oscar goes on that things go wrong. The date itself was fine. A too tight suit and a too bright smell sitting across from his sipping Chardonnay. He felt only a little guilty he wished his date had curls and a smell as burnt as the candle between them in the table. But this particular alpha wasn’t keen on wearing a scent patch and had insisted on walking Oscar back to his apartment. Had even tried to kiss him at the door though Oscar swung his head last minute and the alpha only caught the column his neck.
They said their awkward goodbyes and the next thing Oscar knows he’s laying in his nest crying realizing he’s been within two feet of an aloha who’s been oozing pheromones all night and he can’t breathe. His omega wants the warmth back. The presence. Wants his alpha that smells like sandalwood, not just the scented hoodies he stole for his nest. The awkward slobber to his scent gland just sent Oscar’s pheromones spiraling.
With Charles finally out of town with max, Oscar’s hindbrain makes the call for him.
Lando picks up on the first ring and starts taking the stairs two at a time, thanking god or Messi or maybe even senna and Schumacher that Monaco is three apples tall and his omega asked if he liked his building.
All he hears is Lando I need you. I want you. Please. Whines and little whimpers and something that sounds wet. He’s never felt so alpha in his life.
Lando opens the door to Oscar’s bedroom determined to give his omega the best dominant big bad alpha sex of his life.
When he sees Oscar curled around a McLaren hoodies with tear tracks down his cheeks and smelling like panic, all of that ceases to exist. Fuck being a real alpha whatever that means. Screw the expectations or the few inches he’s missing, at least vertically.
He runs on instinct as he asks to enter Oscar’s nest, covering his curled form while getting a shaky, breathy explanation.
His baby smells like some other alpha and Lando can feel the headspace of needing warmth and reassurance. Lando wraps both hands around Oscar’s waist with Oscar’s back against his chest. He threads his fingers through the omegas. He puts his nose right against Oscar’s scent gland and gently pulses it there.
They spend the night cuddled together in Oscars nest, just scenting each other while Lando babbles on about how good Oscar was to stand up for himself, to know to call Lando, to be so smart to leave the door unlocked for him.
Lando holds Oscar in his arms and realizes he still doesn’t know how to knot an omega or fill them up or make Oscar see god like he wanted.
And it doesn’t matter. Not because hes become some perfect macho alpha worthy of the title. But because he can comfort the omega he loves. He can remember to ask to enter Oscar’s nest. He can dry tears and hold hands and cuddle and be there on the first ring. He’s the kind of alpha he wants Oscar to deserve, hyper masculine knot head bullshit aside.
He has no idea if he’ll ever live up to the standard of traditional alpha. Especially not when he doesn’t even really know how to find the courage to get out of this nest and beg his beautiful omega on his knees to let Lando court him the way he deserves, to earn even seeing such a beautiful nest much less sleeping in it. But he lives up to his standard of loving Oscar. Of providing. Of protecting.
And if he ever does get to knot his beautiful Oscar he knows it will be amazing, because it’s Oscar, but he also knows this will still be his favorite part.
The providing. The protecting. The holding his gorgeous, content omega in his arms all night, nose buried in a scent gland that smells like safe and home.
