Ani.

"What can I do, Oscie? I'll do anything, please just tell me what I can do to make you feel better." Logan makes this offer without thought but it's rooted in desperation. He's been seeing less and less of Oscar ever since the Omega was forced to move back to F3 and he's so worried he'll lose his best friend that Logan is willing to do anything and everything to keep him.

Logan loves how strong and attentive Oscar is. How he goes after what he wants and doesn't stop until he gets it. He admires Oscar's race craft so much, he thinks the Alpha is funny and smart and the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Logan's a little bit of a traditionalist so he loves that Oscar sometimes takes charge in their friendship—opening doors, ordering for Logan, insisting the Omega come to him with any problems he may have. It makes him dream what Oscar might be like if he were his Alpha but...

Oscar doesn't like him like that.

Or so Logan thinks.

Because the second that offer is made, Oscar Jack Piastri snaps.

He's always had a dark streak. That "strong and attentive" characteristic is more akin to "quiet aggressive stalker" when it comes to Logan. Oscar "taking charge" in their friendship? That's the Aussie more or less controlling Logan in small ways that have slowly shaped the Omega. He allows Oscar increasing sway in his life and his choices.

Like right now, when Logan is nervous and uncomfortable but he wants to make his best friend happy and he...oh, he's always thought Oscar was the most handsome Alpha in the world. Logan begins to feel all warm and tingly when Oscar smiles, when he leans in and kisses him for the first time. The Omega blushes bright pink and doesn't know what to do—his heartbeat rises, his breathing becomes a little heavier, and he...he feels butterflies in his stomach and a wetness between his legs.

A wetness that only appears whenever Logan's in heat and buried in his nest, fingers moving in and out as he moans and whimpers and dreams of Oscar.

But now Oscar is here, he's looming over his this gorgeous Omega with a smile like a shark.

He strips Logan of his clothes, fingers moving to tug down the Omega's plain cotton panties. "Fuck...Logan, baby, look how wet you are." The Alpha marvels as he runs one finger down Logan's warm, slick folds.

He whimpers, clearly embarrassed as he tries to clamp his legs shut but Oscar pries those gorgeous thighs back open. "Ah-ah," he warns, "you want to make me feel good, don't you? Make Alpha feel better after today?"

He purposely uses his designation—purposely makes his voice lower—and he watches as Logan completely melts into the mattress, blue eyes hazy as he nods. "Y-yes Oscie, yes, 'm sorry—please, wanna make you happy."

Oscar groans—Logan sounds so submissive, so perfect, that there's only one thing Oscar needs to correct.

"That's not my name, is it?" He rubs his thumb and forefinger against Logan's soft, wet folds, causing the delicate grapefruit pink color to turn into a darker shade of cherry red from the stimulation. "Be a good boy and say my name."

"A-ah I'm—I don't—?"

His poor Logan. They've barely started and already the little Omega is so drunk on pheromones and Oscar's touch that he can't think. Just a dumb little doll with his legs spread open, his cunt on display.

"What am I Logan?" He leans in, palm pressing against the entirety of Logan's pussy, rubbing the rough, calloused skin against the Omega's hyper sensitive folds.

"Al-Alpha!" He cries when Oscar brushes against his clit. "Alpha, Alpha—mmh, wanna make Alpha happy!" He reaches out blindly, trying to grab at something on the side table.

Oscar's eyes widen. "No." He uses his free hand and all but slams Logan's wrist down on the bed. "We don't need condoms Logan."

"But...but you'll um, you'll be inside...?"

"Just the tip baby. Won't even really count." Oscar lies smoothly.

"Oh." Logan tries to think of why that feels wrong but it's no use—Alpha's making him feel so nice and sparkly as he rubs his fingers against the wet, slick folds...as he toys with the little pink clit Logan's only ever played with during his heats.

Oscar smirks. He takes this opportunity to yank his shirt off, unbutton his jeans, and pull off his boxers. Logan watches him, delirious and hot and when Oscar strips naked, more slick gushes from his virgin hole even as panic starts to fill the Omega.

Oscar...Oscar's cock is so thick that Logan's hand immediately moves to his entrance, fingertips probing the size of his hole and realizing Oscar won't fit—

"I'll be gentle Logie," his best friend soothes, moving on top of Logan. Oscar rests on his forearms so their faces are inches apart. "I'll be so gentle and make you so wet...there isn't anything to be scared of." Then Oscar kisses him again and rational thought dissipates from Logan's brain.

Oscar slips one hand between Logan's legs, moving between his entrance and his plump, ripe clit—rubbing and pinching and gently rocking his hips for additional friction. He continues humping Logan, continues touching his little clit while also kissing him that it doesn't take long before the Omega begins to whine and cry out, his orgasm building.

Oscar doesn't hesitate. He moves from Logan's mouth to his swollen mating gland and sucks down—hard.

Logan cums instantly, his pussy clenching down against nothing as he rides out his orgasm, arms wrapped tight around his Alpha as Oscar hitches one of Logan's legs around his hip, giving the Alpha better access.

"One down." Oscar murmurs against his mating gland. "Two more to go."

Oscar makes Logan lose his mind once more with his mouth and then again by rubbing his thick, fat cock against Logan's pussy while playing with his clit until the Omega soaks the sheets with his third orgasm.

By then, he's limp—drunk on orgasms and Oscar's scent—and desperate to make Alpha feel good too. "'M so greedy," Logan's words slur together as he struggles to keep his eyes open, "want Alpha—want to make Alpha happy."

Oscar is aching, rock hard, and leaking precum. His cock is so swollen the Alpha knows he'll cum quickly.

"Perfect Omega," he pants, moving to line up his cock with the Omega's slick, stretched hole, "you're mine."

And then Oscar thrusts in—he's not slow, he's not careful, and he absolutely breaks Logan's hymen without hesitation.

Even after the orgasms and the stretching Logan feels blinding pain between his legs, he cries out, instantly trying to clamp his legs shut but Oscar has thrust all the way in, buried deep inside Logan as the Omega sobs that it hurts, it's too much, there's no more room—

But Oscar only leans down and kisses the cries from Logan's lips. "Gonna make you mine now, Omega." He vows. "Mine forever."

He waits for a few moments for Logan to adjust, for his sobs to peter out to soft whimpers, before slowly pulling back and thrusting in again. Just as hard, just fast, and once he starts, Oscar doesn't stop.

Logan clings onto him for dear life as Oscar fucks his Omega, desperately needing to knot inside him, to fill him up, to make sure no one ever mistakes Logan for anything other than his.

When Oscar's knot finally catches, he leans down and breaks Logan's mating gland, his teeth etching into the once-untouched skin.

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When Oscar Piastri signs to McLaren Racing in 2023, he arrives on the grid a mated and married Alpha with the most stunning Omega on his arm.

Logan Piastri is four months pregnant with their second pup. Whenever anyone asks, Oscar simply smiles and says, "We were impatient to start our family."