*^ Landoscar one shots ^*

CELEBRATING FOR OSCARS RACE WIN

❤️- SMUT

TOP OSCAR
BOTTOM LANDO

I wanted to try and write the same amount I did for 'the real dom' smut wise but it wasn't gonna happen so I just put loads of detail in aren't yall just the luckiest

(yall are gonna cry if u think the fan art one was bad)

RAHH HERE WE GO LONG AWAITED OSCARS WIN FIC
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Lando wasn't to thrilled about having to let Oscar through. Well, at the time he wasn't.

After the race it was all smiles and laughs as everything sunk in. He gripped Oscar's shoulder tightly when he got out the car, rubbing it as he smiled.

Oscar looked happy, but lando could tell there was a little bit of disappointment in his eyes.

"Come on osc, it's your first win! Be happy, you led basically every lap," Lando said, smiling brightly at Oscar before he was pulled away for his interview.

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Lando attacked Oscar on the podium, as did Lewis, spraying Oscar with champagne until he was white with the spray of it. And god, he looked amazing, dripping with champagne and post win glow.

Lando almost couldn't believe that he looked that good with post race glow. Even if everyone else said he himself looked the best in the podium after his first win, no one looked as good as Oscar.

And lando made his decision right there and then, he wanted- needed Oscar to be on top of him, and fucking him.

Tonight.

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That night, lando and Oscar went out to a club. Along with a few other members of the team. Lots of them were congratulating Oscar and patting his shoulder, including a few other drivers, like Charles.

But one person caught his eye, he could see Oscar talking to a boy in the far corner of the room as he was dancing with Carlos. The Spaniard was drunk and his girlfriend was talking to Charles girlfriend, so Carlos went to him.

Oscar continued to talk to the boy, lando could only stop dancing and stare.

"Mate, if you- if you stare any harder I think he might explode," Carlos chuckled, slurring his words as he pointed out Lando's gaze.

"Oscar's talking to someone though.." Lando complained, huffing. Pulling Carlos off the dance floor, taking him to get another drink.

If he was doing this there's no way he's doing it fucking sober.

When lando looked back to where Oscar and the boy were, they were gone. Lando almost saw red, immediately scanning the crowd restlessly until he saw them. The boy was trying to lead Oscar out the club, and Oscar was fucking going with him.

Lando ditched Carlos, not caring anymore and made his way over to Oscar and the boy. He stumbled over a few people, muttering a few sorrys as he pushed his way past.

Finally he got to Oscar and the boy just as they were at the exit.

"Oscar! Where are you going?" Lando said, pretending to slur his words. It was the only way Oscar would give him attention and not be suspicious of him.

"Lando? I'm- are you ok?" Oscar instantly asked, noticing Lando's stumbling and slurring. He let go of the boys hand, shaking him away. To which he scoffed and stood by the exit with his arms crossed.

"I'm ok..but where are you going..?" Lando asked him, looking up at Oscar with sad eyes.

Oscar rushed to stabilise Lando, noticing him stumble. "Lando, how much have you drank?"