#loscar smut

[vivwritesfics]

logan and oscar absolutely overstimulating you and trying you to answer the most nonsense questions (asking u to take sides like which juice is better, apple or orange, who's better at padel etc) and you're just so frustrated🤭 -🎸(sucker for loscar)

no bc same i wanna write more loscar soooo baaad as usual, hc's bc i can

warnings: dom!oscar, switch!logan, sub!reader, overstimulation, slight dumbification, fingering

logan is the instigator

always the instigator

he's the horny fuck of the group

the one with the teasing touches

she was always his victim

he knew not to try anything with Oscar, not until he had her onboard

he kissed her neck until he got her moaning

that was always when oscar looked up at them

"what're you doing?

a series of giggles followed

when oscar finally walked over, logan climbed off of her

"look at her," he said with a grin

that was when he whispered something in oscars ear

oscars eyes widened

clearly he liked what he was hearing

that was how she ended up on the sofa, stripped down to nothing

logans lips were wrapped around her nipple and oscars fingers were inside of her

they'd pushed her through orgasm after leg shaking orgasm

she couldn't even cry out a 'fuck!' at this point

just incoherent babbling

"oh baby," said logan as he reached up to kiss her

"tell us what you want for dinner and we'll stop," said oscar

she tried to say something, tried to at least say 'chicken' but she cried out half way through and let her word trail off

it wasn't fair that oscar was still pumping his thick fingers into her

and that logan and reached for her clit

"should we try again?"

she nodded quickly

"okay... who's better at padel?"

"lo..." but she couldn't even finish her boyfriends name

oscar tutted as he shook his head

"first off, wrong answer, second of all, that wasn't a word, sweetheart."

oscar pulled another orgasm out of her

by the time they were finished she was shaking on the sofa, logan was holding her close and kissing her sweaty skin, and oscar was running her a bath

[muldj0rd]

You know I'd love to, but we shouldn't be || Loscar

Summary: After Logan had been replaced, Oscar called him more, hung out with him more, but when they were spotted hanging out together, and journalists were all over the photo, spitting out theories about them potentially dating, Oscar stopped calling, stopped texting, and stopped answering Logan back

Warnings: Oscar “Isn’t gay”, angst, top Logan, bottom Oscar, handjob, not beta read

Masterlist || AO3

After Logan had been replaced, Oscar called him more, hung out with him more, but when they were spotted hanging out together, and journalists were all over the photo, spitting out theories about them potentially dating, Oscar stopped calling, stopped texting, and stopped answering Logan back

“Hey, Os…” Logan sighed, once again reaching Oscar’s voicemail “I was just wondering if you wanted to come to Miami at some point, hang out or something. I haven’t seen you in a while… Call me back?” It was a question, not a demand

Logan had stayed up late so he could call when he knew Oscar was awake. He was probably busy- that’s least what Logan told himself

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It wasn’t as if Oscar didn’t want to talk to Logan- he really did want to, he’s one of his closest friends, but after the articles of them potentially dating, he didn’t want to fuel the rumours

He should’ve probably told Logan the reason why, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. Logan was sensitive, and he’d probably cry if he heard Oscar didn’t want to spend time with him anymore- and hearing Logan cry, always made himself cry

”Hey, Os…” Oscar’s sigh shook as he breathed out when he heard Logan’s voice “I was just wondering if you wanted to come to Miami at some point, hang out or something. I haven’t seen you in a while…” He could hear it in his voice; the way he quivered slightly, trying to hide it- he was good at that. Hiding what he truly felt ”Call me back?”

Oscar shed a tear, just one “You okay, mate?” Lando asked concerned

Oscar wiped his tear away, sniffling softly, turning his phone off “Yeah. I’m fine” He nodded

“You wanna talk-“ “No” Oscar left abruptly, finding an empty storage room to cry quietly in

He listened to every single one of Logan’s voicemails, sometimes saving them to listen to his voice whenever it was a particular bad week

Journalists asked him about him and Logan being together often, and how their relationship was “I’m not gay, he’s just a good friend” He explained

Logan knew this, but when he saw it on twitter, his heart sank- he’d always been fond of Oscar, but it turned into something else once they hit puberty

He never told him, of course. Just the thought of telling Oscar, made him puke

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It was close to Christmas now. Oscar called Logan when he knew he’d be sleeping, so he wouldn’t pick up

“Hey, Loges. I’m sorry for calling this late- it’s late for you anyways” Oscar chuckled softly “I was just wondering, i-if you wanted to spend new years together- if you still want me around, of course. I know I’ve been ignoring you lately, which I apologise for- I really am sorry… I just wanna make it up to you… Call me back when you wake up, yeah?” Oscar hung up, anxiously waiting a few hours, hoping Logan would call back

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Oscar’s time was only 6 hours ahead, so when Logan called back when he woke up at around 10:30, it was only 4:30 for Oscar

“New years sounds nice” It was the first thing Logan said when Oscar hurriedly picked up

“It does? Thank god- Look, Logan I’m really sorry, I am. I don’t have an excuse and I can’t explain, I just want to make it up to you again” Oscar talked so fast that he was panting when he was done

“Just show up, Os” Logan chuckled softly, almost hearing the nod Oscar let out

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Oscar did show up- much to both of them’s surprise. He had texted Logan just before he boarded the plane to let him know when he was gonna land

“Y’know, I thought you’d say no because you’d be with Kyle” Oscar said, looking into his lap where a cup of hot Chocolate was seat in his hands

Their legs were tangled on the couch, just like when they were kids, as if they hadn’t not been speaking for the past 3 months

“That was the plan, but he’s spending it with his family” Logan sighed softly, looking at Oscar, their body’s too close than what they would’ve been half a year ago

Oscar looked up again, just in time to see Logan lower his cup from his mouth, chocolate staining his upper lip slightly

Subconsciously, Oscar reached out for Logan’s face, his thumb wiping away the chocolate

“Sorry” He muttered softly, wiping his thumb clean in his jeans

“‘S alright” Logan was blushing slightly, hopefully not enough for Oscar to notice

He did notice. Oscar leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Logan’s lips. Oscar expected Logan to pull back

He didn’t. Logan kissed back immediately, his hand coming up to rest gently at the Aussie’s jaw, keeping him close

For a moment, Oscar thought about putting his hand on Logan as well, but he pulled back, turning his head and closing his eyes “I’m not gay” He whispered quietly, almost too quiet

“Seem pretty gay to me” Logan chuckled softly, his thumb caressing Oscar’s cheekbone

He sighed when Oscar didn’t look back again. Logan put his mug on the small coffee table before forcing Oscar to look at him, turning his head by his chin

“Look at me” Oscar opened his eyes slowly, looking at Logan now “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Os”

“No, I know” Oscar nodded, his nails tapping against the mug “It’s just, I know I’m not-“ Logan shut him up by kissing him softly again

Oscar leaned into the kiss, kissing Logan back. Why didn’t his body pull back? He had just said he wasn’t gay. Why didn’t he pull back?

Logan pulled back first instead, looking softly at Oscar- who’s eyes were wide and needy, almost desperate

Logan chuckled softly, not having to use any force to take the mug out of Oscar’s hands, putting it onto the coffee table

He barely got to sit back up before Oscar was all over him again; mouth on his, hands on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer

“Os” Logan mumbled against Oscar’s lips, trying to get his hands out of his collar “Slow down” He managed to get Oscar off of him, both of them panting heavily from the lack of oxygen

“Sorry” His pupils were blown wide, his lips puffy and wet

“It’s okay, just take it slow” Logan chuckled softly, pushing some of Oscar’s hair away from his face

Oscar nodded softly “Slow” He repeated, his fingers twitching, itching to touch Logan again

Logan leaned back in, kissing Oscar slow and soft, barely touching his waist

Oscar pushed Logan’s hand on his waist away, but only to get into his lap, straddling his hips and kissing him again

“I don’t- fuck. I don’t think I’m ready, could you just give me a hand job?” Oscar asked softly, almost scared to get the words

“Of course” Logan nodded softly, leaning in to kiss Oscar on his throat, leaving a wet trail when he went to his neck

Whimpers and desperate whines flew out of Oscar’s mouth the longer Logan spent on his neck “Loges” He whined particularly needy

“You’re adorable” Logan chuckled into Oscar’s neck before his hands worked on the Aussie’s belt

Logan heard a sigh of relief from Oscar once he had gotten the zipper down, which he smirked softly at him

“Please” Oscar whined, Logan’s fingertips softly tracing the outline of his cock through his briefs

“Logan” He whined, Logan’s hand wrapped around his brief covered cock, slowly stroking him

“N-need… Please- need touch” Oscar’s eyes were closed, words slurred, hips slightly bucking up into Logan’s hand

“Look at you. Already a blabbing mess” Logan chuckled, making Oscar whine further

“Loges” Oscar threw his head into the crook of Logan’s neck

“You never were one for being patient” Logan chuckled, pushing Oscar’s jeans and briefs down under his ass so he could get Oscar’s cock out

“Lean back, baby” Logan tugged softly at Oscar’s hair, getting him to lean back again “There you go” Logan praised, biting his lip softly as he heard the moan that came out of Oscar when he wrapped his hand around him again, this time with no layers separating them

Oscar’s fingers dug hard into Logan’s shoulders, probably leaving marks for him to feel tomorrow, hopefully marks Oscar could kiss tomorrow

Oscar’s moans grew louder, his throat already feeling sore, his hips trying to buck up into Logan’s hand

“Close” Oscar managed to whimper out between his loud moans, his thighs shaking slightly, and his thrusts up into Logan’s hand getting sloppy

“Come for me, baby” Logan panted softly, his arm starting to hurt slightly, but it didn’t matter

Oscar buried his face back into the crook of Logan’s neck, almost screaming his name as he came, his body shaking, his cum landing on his own shirt and Logan’s as well

“Sound so beautiful, baby” Logan hummed, slowing his hand down, kissing Oscar’s shoulder softly

“Happy new years” Oscar chuckled softly, whining softly as Logan let go of his now soft cock

“Happy new years, baby” Logan said back, pressing a soft kiss to Oscar’s jaw

[fxrmuladaydreams]

missing oscar (ls2 + op81)

switch!logan x sub!reader x dom!oscar (poly relationship)

request: Phone/Facetime sex with Logan and Oscar- I have two different ideas for this so you can choose which you like best: you’re with one of them in person and decide to phone the other and give them a show- or the boy you’re not with in person phones to tell you what to do with the other, he’s guiding you through everything as he watches and pretends it’s him you’re touching

wc: 1760

notes: alrighty, this was originally a request for logan weekend (yes all the way back in december) but i had saved the request with the intent of making it a full one shot, and months later i have, so i hope you enjoy. i also deviated a bit from the request, i’m sorry 😅

warnings: !! INCLUDES SMUT, MINORS DNI !! phone sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, brief videochat sex, talk of punishment

punishments (the sequel)

It was expected for the Australian Grand Prix to be a big deal for Oscar. It was his home race. Of course his face was plastered on billboards for weeks leading up to the race. But none of you had expected it to be this big.

He’d gone back to Australia early, to take some time to spend with his family, while also working on some of the other promotional stuff for the race. He was modeling for the Australian Esquire digital cover for March, and he had somehow ended up recording messages for the train up to Albert Park? It was all a bit much for the poor Australian driver.

You’d opted to stay with Logan, the two of you choosing to meet your boyfriend in Australia closer to the race, giving him time to settle in. Though you loved having one boyfriend with you, it was impossible to hide the fact that you missed the other, and frankly so did Logan. You both longed to have Oscar back with you, and cursed the fact that he’d had to go early.

You spent Logan’s brief time off in the US, visiting his family. You loved being able to see him open up more in his home, seeing him let the stress from his job roll off his shoulders while he let himself relax.

You spent the days with his family, accompanying them on different outings, sailing on their boat, dining at all their favorite restaurants. You went with Logan to the gym, he insisted he needed to keep his exercise routine up, and frankly you enjoyed admiring him as he worked out.

The evenings were spent cuddled up together in a hotel room. You’d asked him if he’d rather stay with his family, but he simply grinned and shook his head.

“If we’re with my family we wouldn’t be able to have our own fun.” He winks.

You lay on the bed together, letting the television play some show neither of you are really paying attention to. His hands trail up and down your back as yours draw random patterns on his chest. You glance up at him to see he’s already looking down at you. You laugh softly when his cheeks flame up and he moves his gaze back to the television.

You tilt his chin so that he’s looking back down at you.

“What are you thinking about Lo?” You ask.

He shrugs. “How lucky I am to have you. Both of you.”

You give him a soft smile and move up to kiss him. It starts off soft and sweet, as per usual with Logan. His hands rest on your hips, squeezing slightly when you straddle him. As the minutes tick by, the kisses grow in intensity, what was soft pecks has turned into a full on make out session. You tangle your hands in the blonde hair at the back of his head, grinding against his lap. He groans into your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your body against his.

“I need you Logan.” You moan against his lips. You let your hands travel down the expanse of his bare chest. You whine, pulling away from him. “I need both of you.” You pout.

“Let's give Os a call then, huh? It should be the morning for him.” Logan suggests, reaching for his phone.

You roll off of him, laying by his side as Logan finds Oscar’s contact. He quickly calls Oscar, holding the phone to his ear, waiting for an answer.

“Hey Os, how are you doing?” Logan asks. There’s silence for a minute, then Logan speaks again. “Yeah, we miss you too.”

You smile and reach out for Logan’s phone. He leans away from you, standing up and walking to the foot of the bed.

“In fact, we really miss you. Someone’s getting needy without you.” He teases as he smirks at the small pout that graces your features.

“I wanna talk to him Lo.” You tell him.

Logan places the phone between his ear and his shoulder and reaches down to grab your ankles. He pulls you down to the end of the bed, causing a squeal to escape from your mouth.

There’s another few moments of silence on Logan’s end as his hands wander up your legs, pushing the shirt, Oscar’s shirt, you’re wearing up to reveal your panties.

Oscar had always been the more dominant of the three of you in your relationship, with Logan falling into the switch category, and you the sub. You knew Oscar had to be unhappy with what Logan was about to do. Sure he was okay with the two of you having sex while he was away, he’d told you that himself, but to be made to listen as Logan got the both of you off while he was on an entirely different continent? There was no way this was going to end well for the two of you.

All thoughts of stopping this melt away when you feel Logan’s fingers prod at you through your panties, brushing against the damp patch that’s started to form.

“She’s so wet Os.” Logan says into the phone, talking as if you’re not even there. “Wish you were here to feel her?” He laughs into the phone. “Here, I’ll let her tell you how needy she is.” He pulls the phone from his ear, and presses the speaker button before setting it down on the bed next to you.

“Tell Oscar how much you need him.” Logan instructs you as he slowly pulls your panties down.

“Y/n. Behave.” Oscar says firmly through the phone.

“I- I don’t- oh!” You yelp when you feel Logan’s tongue against you. A hand quickly falls to tangle itself in his hair. He continues licking at your folds, occasionally letting his nose brush against your clit. His eyes are full of mischief as he looks up at you from between your thighs.

“Feel’s so good Lo…” you whine, lifting your hips up to meet his mouth.

“What’s he doing to you Y/n?” Oscar asks. You know he knows, he has to. He’s spent countless nights with you leaning against his chest, his hands holding your legs open as Logan devours you like his last meal.

“He’s- he’s eating me out.” You moan softly.

“Tell Oscar how good it feels baby.” Logan says before taking your clit in his mouth.

“It feels so good Os, so good.” You grind against his face. “I wish you were here Os, I wish you could play with us.”

“Y/n, you’re not being a very good girl.” Oscar practically groans.

You can picture him in your mind, his boxers pushed down just far enough to free his cock from them, his hand stroking himself slowly.

“You’d better not cum for him.”

Oscar’s warning strikes something in the both of you. For you it’s the want to please Oscar, to keep him happy, to be his good girl. For Logan it’s a challenge, the need to see if he can make you fall apart for him while you’re being told not to bubbles up inside him.

Logan’s tongue makes quick work of you, slipping into you as his arms lock themselves around your legs, using his strength to male sure you can’t pull away.

“Logan! Logan!” You tug harshly at his hair, but to no avail.

He rolls his eyes back as you pull at his hair, as if you’re just encouraging him to keep going.

“Logan, you’re not going to like what happens when I see the two of you again.” Oscar says, his voice breathy.

He pulls himself away from you to stand up and look down at you. “Maybe. But why not have some fun while you’re away, huh Y/n?” Logan grins down at you.

He tugs his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them away. He wraps a hand around his cock and pumps himself a few times. “If you want me to stop we will. I won’t do something you don’t want me to.” Logan tells you. You know he’s being sincere, that your sweet boy would never want to do anything to upset you, but you don’t miss the glint in his eyes that returns. “Or, tell me you want it. Tell Oscar you want it. That you need it and that you don’t care what he says.” He slowly pulls you down the bed even further. He lifts your legs so that your ankles rest on his shoulders. He softly taps against your clit with the head of his cock. “So tell us what you want, baby.” Logan coos down at you.

“I want…”

“Be a good girl Y/n.” Oscar reminds you.

You look up at Logan, a smirk on his face.

“I want you Lo, I need you.” You tell him.

He’s quick to push himself inside you, making you gasp as you take his deep thrusts. The stretch is intense, it usually was with both men, but the clear desperation in both you and Logan sent you both into a foggy haze, filled only with the desire to be as close to the other as possible.

“Logan!” You moan out, your head rolling back against the pillows.

“No, I want you to moan for him.” Logan grunts. “Moan for Oscar.”

You yelp when you feel him hit deep inside you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

“Oscar, Os, fuck! It feels so good!” You moan as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “I need to cum Oscar. I have to cum.” You tell him.

“Don’t cum for him Y/n.” Oscar’s warning is drowned out by a cry from your throat, quickly followed by a series of deep groans from Logan. He slowly pulls himself out of you, sighing at the feeling. He drops one of your legs from his shoulder and reaches out for his phone.

“Let’s show Oscar what a mess you are baby.” Logan says. He switches the call to FaceTime and holds the phone in front of your pussy, giving the camera a view of his and your cum dripping out of you. He then pans the camera up to your face. You’re still trying to catch your breath as your eyes slowly blink at the camera.

“Apologize to Oscar baby.” Logan tells you.

“I’m sorry Oscar.” You whimper. “I’m sorry I was a bad girl.”

“You’re both in for it when you get here.” Oscar says, already planning out your punishments.

“We can’t wait.” Logan grins, ending the call.

[ln4bub]

Ok but we NEED a prequel public sex with Oscar, maybe the first time Logan watched/joined in?

A/N I was in the middle of writing a Carlos fic that will be coming soon but I wanted to give you guys some Oscar content again so here you go

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You always loved coming in with Oscar on Prema shoot days, a permanent smile on your face watching him interact with his teammates; Fred and Logan. The two had welcomed you with open arms the first time Oscar introduced you, with you and Logan sparking a quick friendship.

There was something inherently sweet about the American, always taking time to ask how you were doing and get to know you. Oscar loved seeing your friendship blossom, happy that there was someone to keep you company when he was busy in front of the camera.

Today you sat behind the camera, watching as the threesome film a blindfolded eating challenge for the Prema YouTube channel. The striking red of the team practically burned your eyes but the boys looked so cute in their team kit, especially Oscar. You had to stifle a laugh each time Oscar got frustrated when the boys weren't guessing the items correctly, his face an absolute picture.

Part of you loved coming here to see the contrast between the Oscar everyone else knows and the Oscar that's reserved for you. This version of your boyfriend was lovable and hilarious, awkward in an endearing way. Whilst that is the version of Oscar that drew you in, you couldn't deny that the other side of Oscar is the one that got you hooked. The Oscar you knew now, the one who practically folded you in half whilst he pounded into you at night, was your dirty little secret.

Even now, when he glanced over at you, innocent smile on his lips, you could see the naughty glint in his eyes as they traveled over your body. You'd worn a skirt today, planning on convincing Oscar to sneak away for a quickie somewhere, but in this moment you were regretting it. Oscar's thirsty look had your thighs clenching together, a movement he couldn't miss. He was thankful his two friends were blindfolded, unable to see the way he was practically drooling over you.

Oscar was snapped back into reality by Logan's guess at the food stuff, bursting out laughing at how wrong he was.

When filming had wrapped up, you found yourself sat opposite Logan in the Prema canteen. "I don't know what happened to your taste buds Logan but you were awful at that challenge." You tell him, giggling when he glares daggers at you.

"I was not," the American replies, "They just gave us really hard foods. Honestly, give me a good burger and I'd be able to explain it perfectly, you just watch." Logan defends, barely able to make it through his claims with a straight face.

Oscar joins the pair of you, slipping a drink in front of you as his now free hand glides over your exposed thigh. Your legs squeeze together, the hitch in your breath masked as you take a sip of your drink. “What are you guys talking about?” Oscar asks.

“Y/N thinks there’s something wrong with my mouth.” Logan laughs as you fight to keep your legs open under the table. Oscar smirks, “Maybe we should ask that girl from the other day.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, gently hitting him on the arm as Logan blushes. “Oscar man, no need to expose me like that in front of a lady.” He stammers, avoiding eye contact. Oscar chuckles, “Trust me, Y/N doesn’t mind, the two of us heard everything anyway.” You can’t help but giggle as Logan fights back a smile.

“I hate you guys.” He laughs, before pulling out his phone and leaving the two of you to your own private conversation. Oscar’s rough hand is a welcome addition to your thigh, sending goosebumps over your skin with each stroke of his thumb.

He leans in to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before dropping his mouth to your ear. “Did you wear a skirt on purpose today sweetheart? Did you have a dirty little plan in mind this morning?” He questions, the teasing tone to his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head, glancing over at Logan and hoping he can’t see the blush rising to your cheeks. Oscar hums in your ear, clearly disagreeing with you.

“Now I don’t think that’s true, I think you wanted me to be able to touch you whenever I want today. To slip my fingers under that little skirt and play with your pussy, I bet you’re wet already aren’t you?” He whispers. You bite your lip in response to conceal a whimper, his thumb gliding against the fabric of your dampening underwear.

Your toes curl in your shoes at the sensation, hand squeezing into a fist around your phone as Oscar slips your underwear to the side. To anyone watching it looks as though Oscar is resting his head on your shoulder, interested in whatever’s on your screen.

In reality he’s swiping his thick fingers through the growing wetness pooling between your legs. His slick fingers circle your clit and your stomach clenches as you barely conceal a moan. Logan glances up briefly at the small sound but furrows his eyebrows in confusion when it seemed you and Oscar hadn’t noticed. He shakes his head before returning to scrolling through Instagram.

Oscar smirks as he watches his friend return to his activities, one of his digits now slipping inside your pussy ever so slowly. “I bet you’d just love it if he noticed, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Oscar whispers, lips grazing your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek in disguise. “Absolutely dripping for me, or are you soaked for him? Huh? Do you want Logan to know what a dirty little slut you are?” He continues.

You barely contain your whine, teeth digging into your lip so hard you're certain you'll break the skin soon. Oscar’s finger slides in and out of your pussy, your cheeks heating up as the very faint sound of your juices reaches your ears. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the smirk spreading across Oscar’s face, proud of himself for getting his girlfriend in this state.

He curls his fingers, applying to pressure to that one spot that makes your eyes roll. In an attempt to not react that, your body forces a new reaction, a knee jerk reaction that causes your leg to slam into Logan's own leg underneath the table. His head shoots up at the pain, eyebrows scrunched, "What the hell was that for Y/N?" He practically hisses.

"I'm sorry," You stutter out, Oscar's fingers still not stopping their motions. "I, uh, I didn't mean-" Before you can finish your sentence, a brush of Oscar's hand against your clit sends you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you, your eyes screwing shut as you slam your hand over your mouth. Oscar continues to watch you, ignoring Logan's wide eyed stare.

You keep your stare to the ground, unable to look at Logan across the table. Oscar's other hand lifts your chin up to face him, "It's okay baby, you did great, Logan won't judge you. I promise." He whispers gently, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Your eyes slowly travel over to meet Logan's, a clouded look of lust taking over his pupils. "

"Did what I think just happened, just happen?" He murmurs, swallowing thickly as he awaits the answer. You nod shyly, a prickly heat coating your cheeks as you blush. Logan's tongue peeks out to lick his lips, now hyper aware of just how dry his mouth is.

"Can I see more?" He asks, turning to look at Oscar. The Australian sits there smugly, looking at you to see if you have any qualms. When he sees nothing but excitement in your eyes, he returns his gaze to Logan.

"Meet us in our hotel room tonight, I'll text you the room number." Oscar tells him, before standing from the table and extending an arm to allow you to join him. The pair of you walk away, not sparing a glance back at Logan, who remains seated at the table under he truly grasps what he just witnessed.

"Holy shit." He mutters to himself, squeezing himself in his trousers before rushing off to his room to resolve his new problem.

[themultifanshipper]

hiiii! i absolutely love your writing- could you maybe write something with oscar and logan x reader with reader and logan in subspace while oscar talks them through getting each other off? thanks so much!

also, could i be the ♥️ anon for your page?

It had been a tough week for all of you. You’d gotten a lot of hate in the media for seemingly dating two drivers, Logan was trying to piece together what was left of his career, and Oscar had a McLaren civil war of sorts to deal with.

But Oscar knew just how to give you all the perfect distraction.

Of course you can be ♥️ anon!

Warnings: smut, PinV, Sub Logan and Sub reader, Dom Oscar, slight subspace, facials and cum stuff (for a change lmao), edging

It had been hours (it had realistically only been about 30 minutes, but it felt like hours).

Your mind was starting to get fuzzy around the edges, and your body burned with the need for release.

Logan wasn't much better off.

He was writhing in your arms as he humped you relentlessly, the friction on your barely clothed core was driving you both insane.

You had long since soaked through your pathetic excuse for underwear and Logan's never ending river of precum definitely contributed to the wet slide of your bodies.

The two of you were completely lost in each other, chasing your pleasure as your minds floated serenely.

You were so close you could taste it. Just a bit more, just a couple more strokes and...

“Stop”

The order came loud and clear and the two of you wailed as you were forced to separate once again, the cool air against you making you shiver.

Logan heaved in a breath against your neck as Oscar held his hips firmly in place so that he couldn't rut his hips into you like he so badly wanted.

Fresh tears followed the tracks on your cheeks as you sobbed, clinging onto each other for dear life.

“please, Oscar” Logan cried out.

“S'too much!” you gasped.

Oscar just stroked your faces as you both calmed down enough to be able to hear his next instructions.

“You've both been so good for me, you deserve to come now.”

He helped you take your underwear off and lined Logan's cock with your sopping wet entrance.

“Go on Logan, you can fuck her, but she needs to come first, yeah?”

Logan panted like a dog as he entered you swiftly and immediately started slamming his hips against your like a man possessed. Oscar took mercy on you both and slipped a hand between your bodies to help get you off, by rubbing harsh circles into your clit.

You yelped and Oscar laughed at your fucked out state.

“Go on then baby, you were so desperate to come, now come on Logan's cock like a good girl.”

It didn't take more than a couple more thrusts for you to tumble over the edge, taking Logan with you as you panted and whimpered into each other’s mouths.

Once you were both properly sated after a few orgasms, Oscar sat at the edge of the bed and ordered the two of you to kneel in front of him.

He pulled his cock out and hissed, the tip angry and red at being neglected for so long.

“I'm not going to last long, my loves.” He started fisting his cock hard and fast “who wants my cum?”

You and Logan both whined and leaned in closer, cheeks touching and tongues out for Oscar.

The older man groaned and sped up his hand, so close to the edge already.

“You both want it?”

You and Logan nodded, eyes shining up at Oscar.

“So pretty for me on your knees, so good, fuck- shit!”

He came in spurts all over your joined faces, some of it landing on your tongue and you hummed at the taste.

Once Oscar was properly finished, Logan twisted his head and kissed you, sloppily making out with you and spreading Oscar's cum all over your faces.

“God... you two are gonna be the death of me” he groaned as he watched you hungrily.

Once you'd all cleaned up in the shower and crawled into bed together, you all felt at peace for the first time a while.

Their bodies were warm against yours, and you all fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each others arms.

It was all going to be okay.

[sinofwriting]

Homecoming - Oscar Piastri/Reader/Logan Sargeant

Words: 3,290 Summary: She hasn’t seen them since April and she can only hope that they aren’t mad that she lied to them. Note(s): Thank you @casperlikej for this commission! Had a lot of fun writing it! NSFW. Takes place in 2023. Reader is in the military. Reader is an American, who also somewhat grew up in the UK, but it’s all very vague. Also, don’t surprise people in showers, injuries can and will happen. Read Part Two Here

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“I’m sorry.” She apologizes.

“It’s okay, baby.” Logan says.

Oscar nods, but there’s worry in his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

She nods, “yeah, they just gave me the wrong date. It wasn’t until I was talking to my CO about leaving that they realized. I should’ve said something sooner.”

“It happens.” Oscar tells her and she can see through the computer screen the way his fingers twitch, obviously wanting to reach out, and her heart aches.

She misses them so much, both her boys. Hasn’t seen them since April when China got canceled and they both managed to get away from their teams to see her. But she hasn’t really seen them since last year, since 2022, when Oscar was just a reserve and Logan was in F2 with their weird spotty schedule. They didn’t have as many race dates or things to attend. They had spent so much time with her then.

“Do they have your next date for leave?”

She shakes her head. “Not yet. I think they’re trying to figure out how they gave me the wrong date.” She shrugs. “But it could mean I get some extra time.”

Oscar snorts but Logan nods.

“You’ll let us know as soon as you can?”

“Of course, Lo. As soon as they tell me, I’ll text you. Have a good day, though, both of you.” Both their noses wrinkle but they nod.

And with I love you’s exchanged, she hangs up, looking at the packed suitcase next to her. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too mad that she lied.

—

Being in the military wasn’t exactly something she planned on. Not as a little girl, not as a preteen and not at fifteen when she discovered she liked both her best friends.

But then she was seventeen wanting to apply to different colleges and programs and her parents had to sit down and tell her that while they had this nice house and the family home in Florida and cars and she hadn’t really wanted for anything, that was all they had. They didn’t have enough money for her to apply to three colleges, let alone the near twenty she wanted to.

It had been a fight instantly. Because she didn’t know what she wanted to do. And for the past year they had been telling her that it was okay and that she’d have college to figure that out and it had been a lie. She remembers throwing things in a bag and going to Oscar’s brand-new place, because he was already eighteen and his parents wanted him to be comfortable.

She remembers throwing herself in his arms and then Logan’s because of course Logan was also there. Remembers crying because it kind of felt like her world was ending. She remembers the way they both had soothed her, held her, let her rage and sob. She remembers the way after when she was more calmed down, the shock gone from her system, they presented a bunch of options for her.

Working with them, working for Oscar’s dad, working for Logan’s uncle, doing this in college and that, just something, anything that sounded appealing and she can remember how she shook her head after every option and how despite that they didn’t get frustrated or angry, they just said okay before offering another until they ran out of things to offer.

It was her uncle, though he wasn’t really her uncle, that told her she should think about the military. She laughed at first thinking he was joking, but he hadn’t laughed with her, instead looked at her seriously.

“You know that I served.” And she had nodded, she had faint memories of being in elementary school or even younger back in Florida and seeing him in uniform, medals and ribbons on his chest. “And you know I’ve said a lot about it. Never kept quiet.”

“Rock and a hard place.”

He smiled for a second at her words before looking all serious again. “Exactly. What I’m saying is, it’s an option. And nowadays, your contracts aren’t as long depending on the branch like when I enlisted and I’ve got friends.”

“I don’t think I’ll like it.”

He laughed at her words. “No one knows if they’ll like it until they are in it. Just think about it. It’s something and it will give you time, paid time, to figure out what you really want to do.”

And she had thought about it. She thought about the pros and the cons, how the cons outweigh the pros for her and she nearly didn’t go through with it because of Logan and Oscar. Because they just had to confess to her, tell her that they liked her, wanted to be with her and how could she not tell them the same when it was true? She couldn’t. She had nearly called it good, happy to bounce between them playing personal assistant or social media admin or something, they didn’t really know what she’d do going back and forth, but then she saw her uncle again, a week before she turned eighteen.

He hadn’t said anything, hadn’t brought it up, hadn’t even mentioned the military. But just seeing him reminded her of their conversation, of the way she spent hours upon hours after considering it.

Seeing him made her realize she had to go through with it.

She doesn’t really remember telling Logan and Oscar her decision. She remembers how they reacted, both surprised, unaware she had been considering it. Logan had been understanding, but he was from America just like her, he had family in the service. Oscar didn’t understand, couldn’t understand why. It hadn’t been a fight, not that she remembered, but she knew that her decision had nearly broken them that day.

—

“You reenlisting?” Her uncle’s voice is gruff.

“No, sir.”

He grumbles, lips twitching into a smile. “Good. And don’t call me sir. You in reserves now?”

She nods. “As of last week.”

“Logan and Oscar know?”

She throws him a look. “Why would you be driving me to Vegas if they knew?”

He laughs. “Fair. They’re doing good, right? In their Formula One thing?”

She smiles, “Yeah, they’re doing alright. Did you like COTA?”

He shrugs, merging onto the freeway. “Didn’t understand it, but it was alright. Beer was overpriced.” “Always is at events.”

“I remember when you could get a six-pack,” he starts and she mouths along with him, having heard this since she was ten, unable to not smile as she does so. “What?” He asks, seeing her smile.

“Nothing.” She tells him. “Just happy to see you haven’t changed.”

—

Vegas is annoying, she decides as she waves her uncle off, the older man having decided to stick around and try his luck at one of the casinos. Or rather the traffic currently in Vegas is annoying.

Pulling out her phone she texts Benny letting him know that she’s at the hotel. Looking around she smiles at all the lights and people milling around. She’d give Vegas this, it was pretty cool to look at.

“Y/N!” She turns her head, smiling at Logan’s trainer. “You got here early!” He chuckles, pulling her into a hug that she returns with one arm, still having a hand on her suitcase.

“We made good time. Switched off driving, so saved us a bit from having to stop really.”

He pats her on the back before letting her go. “But it was good.”

She nods. “All good. How are you? How are the kids?”

He grins. “They’re good, amazing, really. Excited that the season is ending and I’ll be home.”

“Logan was telling me that you aren’t going to be his trainer next season.”

Benny sighs, looking sad as they step foot into the hotel. “The kids are getting older, I want to be there more. If there was a way I could stay on, but not have to go to all the races I would. I love the kid, he’s like one of mine.”

She looks at him considering. She’d been around Logan and Oscar for ten years now, had been around their trainers for over five years, seeing what they did had made it easy for her to choose her degree that the military paid for while she served a year after she joined.

“Maybe you could.”

His eyebrow raises.

“I have a degree in sports medicine.”

“But you have a year left.”

She shakes her head. “That last year is reserves, unless we are going to war and all the active reserves have been called, I’m not going back in.”

“Logan didn’t say.”

“They don’t know.”

Benny makes a weird huff sound, shaking his head. “You’re going to knock them off their feet this weekend.”

She laughs. “Maybe. Just talk to Sarah about it first, I’ll follow you around this weekend and next and we can talk about it with Logan.”

“I don’t have to talk about it with Sarah, she’d be thrilled, she wasn’t fond of the idea in the first place. And Logan…” He shakes his head. “If you think Logan won’t be jumping at the idea of having you around twenty-four seven, you’ve lost it.”

“Still! Talk about it with Sarah first, just in case.”

He shakes his head, but agrees, handing her a key card as they stop in front of a hotel room door. “This is their room. Gentle with them.”

“Kim ask you to relay that message as well?”

“Yes.”

She laughs, nodding. “I will. Promise.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s a grin on his face. “Go. I’ll see at least two of you tomorrow.”

“Bye Benny. Thank you again for helping me.”

“Of course.”

She watches as he walks down the hallway before taking out his own key card and entering his hotel room, just a few rooms down. Turning back to face the hotel room door, excitement starts to fill her. She was finally going to see them, be with them.

Pressing the key to the reader, she holds her breath as she waits for the door to unlock, breathes again when it does and she twists the door knob, letting herself in.

The door swings open quietly and her feet and suitcase make no noise against the carpet as she steps inside. There’s the faint sound of the shower running and music playing, and a large smile spreads across her lips. This was the routine she was used to, that hadn’t changed. Them coming back to their hotel room or when finally checking in, getting what they needed put away if they were staying long enough and then putting on some music and hopping in the shower.

The door closes with a small click as she shuts it, kicking off her shoes next to Oscar’s and Logan’s as she does. She hopes as she puts her suitcase next to Logan’s, that the shower is big enough for the three of them, but they’ve made do with some fairly small showers before.

Stepping further into the hotel room, she nearly giggles at the song playing, able to hear it clearly now with the way the bathroom door isn’t completely closed. She loves them so much.

Spotting the dirty clothes bag she bought Oscar for Christmas last year as a stock stuffer, right by the bathroom door, propped against the wall and already filled with a pair of jeans, shorts, shirts and socks, she adds her own pants, shirt, underwear and socks. A quiet sigh leaving her when she takes her bra off, which she carefully places on the back of an armchair.

The bathroom tiles are warm underneath her feet and she lets out a little oh, having expected them to be cold.

Her eyes dart to the sink where the large mirror behind is covered in steam, but her eyes quickly leave it to settle on the shower.

It’s big, maybe just big enough for the three to fit in, but she can’t focus on that because Oscar and Logan are there. She can’t see much, the glass of the shower just as covered in steam as the mirror, but she can see the shapes of their bodies, close together, holding each other as the water hits them.

Taking a deep breath, she steps towards the shower door. She shivers as her fingertips press against the glass before fingers move to open it and poking her head in, voice soft as she looks at them. “Room for one more?”

She watches as they separate, Oscar turning to look at her, and they both look at her with confusion and shock, before wide smiles take over their entire faces, eyes shining with happiness.

Oscar the closer of the two reaches forward and she quickly steps in, nearly slipping in her hurry, but Oscar has an arm around her before she can, tucking her into his chest, as Logan shuffles around. The door to the shower closes with a slight noise before his arms are around her as well.

Tension immediately leaves her body at the feeling of them both, and tears start to slip from her eyes. “I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too, baby.”

“So much.” Oscar echoes, arms tightening around her before loosening and she’s being pulled away slightly. She wants to protest, but then his lips are on hers and she moans, sinking into his kiss.

“Lo,” she whines when Oscar stops kissing her, lips tingling.

Oscar chuckles, the sound rich and so familiar it wants to make her cry again, but she’s being turned around and Logan is kissing her, his palms cupping her cheeks.

“I missed this so much.” Logan breathes against her lips. “Missed the three of us so much.”

“Never again.” She tells him, tells Oscar, tells them. “Never again. I don’t have to go back, I’m in inactive reserves and I’m not reenlisting. I’m yours, both of yours.” The words come out in a rush, nearly tripping over each other, but she can’t wait, can’t have them thinking that this will just be a short reunion before she has to leave them again.

“Thank god.” Logan breathes before pressing their lips together. “Thank god.” He murmurs again when they separate before she’s turned around to face Oscar again, who practically swallows her whole.

His lips are insistent on hers as his hands clutch at her hips, fingers digging painfully and she hopes that he leaves bruises, wishes that he’d make his grip even tighter, knows he can. She tries to pull away, to ask him to, but he keeps following her lips. Like if he isn’t kissing her, she’ll disappear, so she stops trying. Lets him kiss her, moans when Logan’s lips land on her shoulder, pressing kisses that trail up to the top of it and along the shell of her ear before trailing back down.

“We,” she gasps when Oscar finally stops kissing her, though his lips instead fall to her breasts going between the two, unable to decide which one he wants to give attention to more. “We can’t do this in here.”

The next moments are a blur as they scramble out of the shower, out of the bathroom and tumble into bed, soaking the duvet, pillows, and sheets with their wet naked bodies. It’s a blur of lips on hers, on her body, of fingers pressing and pulling. She remembers clearly the first press of fingers into her body, of Oscar’s tongue laving at her, of the kiss Logan and Oscar shared between her thighs. It blurs with her first and second orgasm.

She remembers clearly as well, the first sink of Oscar’s cock into her, her back to his chest as he laid down, the way he pressed all the way into her, not letting her adjust. She doesn’t remember the apparent fumble for lube or the first two fingers that Logan had carefully sunk into her alongside Oscar’s cock. She remembers the stretch of his three fingers and Oscar’s cock, and finally the stretch of him sinking into her as well. The near painful stretch of having both of them inside her at the same time, in the same hole.

Her mind is still blurry, still coming down from pleasure when they finally break the silence of just trying to catch their breaths and music still playing from the bathroom.

“That was so good.”

She makes a small noise in agreement.

“You felt so good.” Oscar says, kissing her shoulder and she shudders at the feeling. “You both did.” And she can hear the sound of Oscar kissing Logan.

“Logan’s gonna hold you now, okay.” Oscar tells her as she still lays somewhat on top of him. “Both of your legs are shaking.” That makes her blink and look down, swallowing hard because she hadn’t even realized hers were shaking. “And I need to clean you up and get some water for all us, okay?”

She nods.

Despite him telling her that, she still nearly whines when he moves out from under her, but he quickly pushes her into Logan’s arms who eagerly holds her close. She hadn’t seen if his legs were shaking as well like Oscar said, but she doubts it with the way Logan manages to turn her around in his arms and pull her so she’s on top of him, her breasts pressed against his chest just the way he likes.

“Love you so much, baby.” Logan murmurs into her hair. “You were so good for us. Just fell apart over and over again. Gave us five orgasms.”

She makes a surprised sound. That didn’t sound right.

“A whole five, baby. It was fucking amazing.”

She nuzzles into his neck and he continues speaking, knowing the sound and feeling is soothing.

He stops when Oscar comes back, making a tutting noise at how they are positioned which makes her mumble Logan’s name and Oscar runs a hand down her calf.

“I know, darling. You’re alright. You though,” and she can picture the way Oscar is looking at Logan, pointing a finger at him. “How am I supposed to clean you up?”

She feels Logan shrugs as best as he can with her on top of him. “The way you usually do.”

The younger makes a huffing sound but is quiet. She can feel his breath against her leg as he most likely bends.

Logan makes a small noise and she kisses his neck. “Cold?”

“No, it’s warm.” He reassures her.

She hums and when it’s her turn she doesn’t even jolt at the feeling of the washcloth running over her most sensitive parts and her thighs.

“Alright, you two, you both got to sit up to drink some water.” Oscar says, as he climbs back into bed with them.

Logan grumbles and she turns her head to watch as Oscar gets comfy with his back against the headboard, three water bottles on his nightstand.

He’s still naked, probably not even thinking of pulling on underwear or sweats on and it makes her want to curl up in his lap. He seems to feel her eyes on him because he smiles, all soft, sweet, fond and he’s opening his arms and she carefully moves off Logan to do what she thought about it.

Her head rests on his shoulder, as she sits sideways on his lap, facing Logan, who watches them both with that awestruck look of his as he sits up and scoots closer until him and Oscar are sitting side by side and he can draw her feet into his lap, stilling letting her stay curled up in Oscar’s lap, but getting some contact with her.

“Love you both.”

“We love you too.”

@darleneslane @copper-boom @eutrizbea @kimmib13 @elliegrey2803 @stopeatread @hiireadstuff @tallrock35

[samu-writes]

12 DAYS OF SMUTMAS

12 days, going up to Christmas, where I’ll post a smut one shot in the F1 RPF fandom :)

Here is the prompt list, where you’ll be able to find the links every day, and here’s the fluffmas masterlist

1st: [made for me]

degradation - carlando

3rd: [my love mine all mine]

choking/leaving marks - loscar

5th: [sweet dreams]

somnophilia - yukierre

7th: [if you were my little girl]

age play/daddy kink - chewis

9th: [you’re hot ‘n you’re cold]

temperature play - loscar

11th: [keep me warm]

cockwarming - lestappen

13th: [i hate you, i love you, i hate that i love you]

hate sex - carcar

15th: [first time in paradise]

first time - bearnelli

17th: [small, small, baby]

size difference - carcar

19th: [you can kiss my ass goodbye]

overstimulation/dom sub - lestappen; trans!charles

21st: [high in california]

drugged sex - bearnelli

23rd: [title in work]

semi public - carlando

[mercurial-vroom]

I've got some real estate here in my bag (loscar, 28k, rated E)

Since we have now entered the week in which this fic canonically takes place, I just thought I might do some VERY belated tumblr self-promo for my Loscar American road trip fic from earlier this year. I suppose it's ever-so-slightly AU now given the timing of the "Carlos to Williams" announcement, but hopefully can be a bit of balm for a few of my fellow sad Logan fans this week!

🚗I've got some real estate here in my bag🗽

Pairing: Logan Sargeant/Oscar Piastri

Current Word Count: 28k

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content; alcohol

Excerpt:

“So,” Oscar says eventually, breaking the silence between them just as it begins to grow uncomfortable. “Can I go first?” “Yeah,” Logan says in a quiet voice, bracing himself for whatever painful revelation might be about to leave Oscar’s mouth. Today was a mistake, he expects to probably hear. I’m straight. I was drunk. I’m sorry, Logan, but I just don’t see you that way. “It wouldn’t just be an experiment,” is what Oscar says instead, and Logan swivels his head around to meet Oscar’s eyes, surprised by the intensity he sees there – like Oscar is trying to convince him to understand.

[moonlight-records]

welcome to moonlight records catalog! feel free to browse till your hearts content. here you'll see what we have to offer in the shop! some songs are rated explicit so please before to read the details prior to listening!

the shop is always updating the inventory so keep your eyes open!

once again as stated in the house rules: this is meant a fun little thing! if something is not your cup of tea, please scroll. do not send hate. your media consumption is your responsibility.

Specials:

Moonlight Records Holiday Advent Calendar 2024

Genres:

F1

Hockey (coming soon)

Fan favorites:

rich boys don't have hearts: I | II | III ★ summary: Formula Ivy Academy, or FIA for short, is the most...Though, he didn't expect you to have as much of a...bite to you for a little nobody.

Soundtracks:

Carlos Sainz x Lando Norris

Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri

George Russell x Alex Albon

credit: banner & dividers were made by @saradika-graphics! i do NOT own any banners or dividers!

[vroomvroommuppettrecs]

♡ angst

𐙚 fluff

ᡣ𐭩 smut

⋆.˚ smau

[beechersnope]

loscar sexting

trans oscar, fwb, mild feminization, 1284 words

(very open to continuing this if people want!)

***

“I hate this.”

“What?” Logan asks, sounding just as smiley as ever, though there’s no way for Oscar to know for sure over the phone.

Oscar flops onto his back and sighs up at the ceiling of his corporate flat. “Not having a girlfriend.”

“I thought you liked being single.”

“I do,” Oscar replies. He’s already regretting bringing this up, knows Logan will poke and prod until his curiosity is satisfied. “But….”

“But what?” Logan asks, right on cue.

“I dunno. I guess it was just nice knowing I could get laid whenever I wanted.” He mumbles through the last bit, a flush coming to his cheeks. He hides his face in the pillow instinctively, even though Logan isn’t there to see it.

“So you don’t need a girlfriend. You need a fuckbuddy.”

Logan’s voice is muffled now, and Oscar has to roll back over to reply.

“Kind of difficult to do something like that now that we’re like, on TV and shit,” Oscar points out. “I don’t want some random girl—or bloke—posting my nudes online.”

He’d had fevered nightmares about that exact scenario on occasion, though he knows it isn’t the sort of thing his ex would do. At the same time, there was a part of him that found the idea kind of exciting, his body becoming jerkoff material for strangers, being desired because of his body rather than despite it.

Logan just laughs. “What’s wrong with hooking up with someone you already know?”

“Like who?” Oscar wracks his brain trying to think of who is even available at the moment. The Venn diagram between his single friends and the ones he thinks would actually want to fuck him is narrower than he would like.

“Like me,” Logan says, and all the breath whooshes out of Oscar’s lungs like he’s been punched in the gut.

It takes him a few seconds to compose himself. “What?” Oscar says, voice shooting up an octave higher than normal.

“What?” Logan parrots back. “I’m single, you’re single. We both have busy schedules. We can just…sext each other or something when we’re horny. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

Oscar doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s horny now, that this conversation has already gotten him wet and wanting, that he’s weighing the feasibility of getting a hand between his thighs and inside himself without alerting Logan to what he’s doing. But maybe Logan wants to know. Why else would he suggest something like that?

“Okay,” Oscar says at last.

“Cool,” Logan replies, sounding perfectly nonchalant about it, as though they’re just making plans to hit up a pub or something the next time he’s in England. “Anyway, I like, totally need to make dinner still and get some sleep, but I’ll text you, okay?”

“Okay,” Oscar says again, the words ‘I’ll text you’ rattling around in his brain like a bag of marbles. Does he mean texting like, texting? Or something more?

Oscar doesn’t get his answer until the following morning, while he’s in the gym with his trainer. His phone buzzes against his thigh; he ignores it until he’s finished with his reps and then pulls it out of his gym shorts under the baleful glare of his trainer, who would definitely ban Oscar from having his phone on him at all during their workouts if he could.

Oscar sees Logan’s name and nearly drops his phone. “I, um, need to get this,” he says before sprinting out of the gym and into the hallway, where he makes a sharp right and beelines straight into the nearest toilet.

It’s a gender-neutral toilet with a lock on the door. Oscar ducks inside and plants himself firmly on the seat before pulling his phone back out to read Logan’s text. He’s going to feel like a chump if it ends up being something stupid, like a screenshot of Logan’s K/D ratio in Call of Duty or something.

It’s not.

i really need to cum

hey u busy?

Oscar’s hands are shaking as he types out his reply.

no i’m not busy

He waits a minute or two, not sure what he’s supposed to do next. Finally, Logan replies.

can u send me something

A few seconds later, a picture comes through. It’s nothing particularly artistic, just a slightly out-of-focus photo of Logan’s hand framing the very obvious tent in his gym shorts. Oscar is doubly appreciative of the fact that they’re white, affording him a better view than if Logan had gone with a darker color. He wonders if Logan had picked them on purpose.

im already hard

Oscar gawps at the photo for a minute, basking in the warmth seeping down from his head to his toes, a pleasant throb making itself known between his thighs the longer he looks. Then he finally remembers that he needs to send something back.

And Oscar doesn’t really know what to send. He’s never sexted before, not even with his ex-girlfriend. She’d been content to follow him around everywhere during the F2 series, so they’d had sex whenever one of them was in the mood for it, and that was about it. Before her, Oscar had been a virgin, too afraid of being vulnerable to sleep around with anyone like all the other boys on the grid.

Oscar pulls his shorts down and stares at the wiry hair covering his crotch. He doesn’t think Logan would say anything bad about it, but it doesn’t feel like there’s much fanfare in sending someone a picture of just your pubes. He takes off his shirt instead, conscious of the softness of his pecs, his wide pink nipples, the gentle swell of his tummy where he should be flat, like Logan. Oscar doesn’t know if Logan will think he’s sexy; he doesn’t even know if he finds himself sexy, but he angles the phone camera down towards himself as he shoves a free hand past the waistband of his shorts and snaps a pic just as he strokes a finger down the hard ridge of his clit.

Oscar is too afraid to look at the photo before he sends it. He immediately goes back to the home screen as soon as the text goes through, and then he shoves his phone down between his thighs and closes his eyes.

It’s at least a minute before Oscar feels it vibrate again, the sensation coursing through him thanks to his phone’s proximity to his cunt—though he hadn’t intended for that in the moment. His breathing comes out in short bursts as he opens the newest message from Logan.

It’s a voice note.

Oscar takes one look at the door separating him from a gym full of professional athletes and makes a split-second decision. He turns the volume down on his phone almost all the way and hits play before quickly jamming the phone against his ear to hear whatever Logan had sent.

A hot thrill sizzles down his spine at the harsh breathing crackling over his phone’s speaker. There’s a hushed ‘fuck’ exhaled through a heavy sigh, then the unmistakable sound of Logan’s hand, slick with something, sliding over his cock, rough and fast.

“Fuck, your tits,” Logan groans into Oscar’s ear, and Oscar nearly drops the phone on the floor. “God, I wish I could come all over you. Fuck.”

It only takes two fingers roughly shoved inside himself under his shorts before Oscar is coming with a choking sob, and it’s only afterwards, as he slumps back against the wall and shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm that he realizes he probably should have recorded a voice note for Logan, too.  

[vivwritesfics]

Interviewers Are Assholes

The world didn't know about their relationship. But, once they find out, they refuse to leave her alone

(AKA I saw a martin brundle grid walk compilation and he asked someone 'who are you?' and i ran with it)

Loscar x reader

F1 Masterlist

"Are we doing Thanksgiving this year?"

This was not the conversation Logan and Oscar expected to hear from their girlfriend as the three of them stood on the grid. It was normally F1 staff, drivers, engineers, mechanics and such, along with celebrities on the grid before a race. But, dating two drivers on different teams meant not being about to sit in both of their garage at once (she was only human, after all).

So, they stood on the grid together before the race, chatting before the national anthem was played.

"It's kinda early to be talking about Thanksgiving, babe," Logan muttered, shaking his head.

She held her hands up, somewhat defensively. "Just trying to be prepared."

They'd been together for four years at this point. For the first two years of their relationship they hadn't had to worried about traditional celebrations from their countries of origin. But when they all moved in together, she insisted on it.

The first year they'd lived together, they'd gone to Florida for Christmas, spent it with Logan's family.

The next year they'd done Thanksgiving before heading to Australia for a traditional Australian Christmas, filled with seafood and everything.

This year, though, they had no idea what they were doing. Of course she was already stressing about it. It didn't surprise Logan and Oscar in the slightest.

Suddenly Logan and Oscar were looking past her. "What?" She asked, readying herself to turn around. But then Logan and Oscar were retreating. "Guys!" She called, readying to follow them.

There was a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, coming face to face with Martin Brundle on his grid walk. "Hello, who are you?" Martin Brundle asked.

It made sense. She clearly wasn't working for any F1 team, and she was surrounded by celebrities. The fact that she was talking to two of the drivers probably made him all the more curious.

"I am..." But she didn't have an answer for him. Who was she? It had been four years already, why were they hiding it. "I am a... wag," she answered, and immediately regretting it.

What she didn't know was that Logan and Oscar didn't get very far. They stood behind her, just out of view of Martin Brundle's camera, giggling as they listened to her struggle.

"Who's wag are you?" Martin Brundle asked, but he already knew. He'd seen them retreating as he walked over.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Good question, Martin," she said. "Who's wag am I?" Did she choose one of the boys? If so, which one? Or did she just come out to the world, tell everyone that she loved Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri?

She went with the latter, unaware of how much it would come to affect her. "Sargeant and Piastri," she said, scratching the back of her neck.

This might have been the strangest grid walk Martin Brundle had ever done. She didn't sound entirely happy to be dating the McLaren Driver and the Williams Driver. Don't get me wrong, she was happy to be dating them, but she was ready to kill them. Assholes.

"What kind of result are you expecting from them today?" She asked.

"Well, Martin, I'm always hoping they do well. Every Grand Prix they try their absolute hardest and every week I'm proud of them," she said, the perfect answer.

Lets just say, after the grid walk, the internet kind of blew up. Loscar was a somewhat forgotten ship, replaced by Landoscar. But it had returned and it was real. It was actually real!

As with everything in F1, some fans loved it, some fans didn't. But, most of all, everybody was so curious. Nobody knew this four year long relationship was a thing until a couple of weeks ago. Everybody, especially F1 reporters wanted to know everything.

Media days were completely filled with questions about their relationship. Logan and Oscar rarely got asked about anything else. They didn't mind. They were more than happy to talk about it.

But interviewers took it too far when they pulled her into things. She wasn't media trained in the way they were. She didn't have a PR team that prepared her with every answer for every question. That was how the grid walk had gone so wrong (or so right, if you asked the Loscar boys).

Oscar had gotten through to Q3, Logan hadn't. As always, she was there to comfort him, to hold him close after media duties. Media duties, which were taking ages.

But then the interviewer spotted her standing behind him. "It was recently reviewed to the world that you and Oscar share a girlfriend. How did that come about?"

The camera focused in on her behind him, as she furrowed her brow. It picked up no sound, but watched as her lips moved, forming 'what the fuck?' It was lost on her, and everyone, what this had to do with racing.

"Uhm, well, we've all known each other for our entire lives, it just made sense that we all dated," he said, clearly uncomfortable.

As soon as the interview was over, Logan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked her away. "Sorry baby," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Why is it such a big deal to everyone?" She mumbled, shaking her head.

Most Wags weren't pulled in for interviews. The invasive questions had been a step to far already to the Loscar throuple.

This time, after checking on Oscar in the McLaren garage, kissing him before he went off to to his drivers room. She headed out, meeting the both of them at the car. She never expected to be accosted by an interviewer.

She didn't know his name, she didn't care. He grabbed her arm, pulled her on camera, and shoved a microphone in her face. "So, Y/N, what is it like to be dating to F1 drivers?"

There was a moment before she answered. Her brows were furrowed as she looked between the interviewer and the camera. "Why... why are you interviewing me?"

"The three of you have stunned the world with the announcement of your relationship. When did the three of you meet?"

"Uhm, I-Well... uhm... We've known each other for... sorry, why the hell am I being interviewed? This isn't... I don't want to be interviewed. Please leave me alone."

The interviewer bashfully turned to the camera, trying to recover. As soon as he looked away, she retreated, heading back towards one of her boys drivers room.

Oscar wasn't in his drivers room. He walked towards her, grabbing a hold of her before she had a chance to notice him. "Hey, baby," he said, pulling her close. "Is Logan not ready yet?"

Before answering, she turned back towards the exit, where the interviewer was still waiting. "Let's go get him," she said, pulling Oscar towards the Williams garage.

But Logan, too, was walking towards them. "Logan!" She called, throwing her arms around him. Oscar hung back. When she let go of him, they headed to the exit together. "There's a fucking annoying interviewer up there, and I want to kick his ass," she said, linking her arms through theirs.

"Kick his ass, baby."

They walked to the exit together. Once again, as they walked past the interviewer, he tried to grab their attention. Logan and Oscar were prepared to pull her past, to ignore him, but she stopped. She turned to the interviewer and grabbed his microphone.

"Just a PSA literally everybody," she began. The interviewer and the boys watched on with curiosity. "Our relationship is none of our business. Fuck off."

[muldj0rd]

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh? || Loscar

Summary: “Loges” Oscar whined, his hand threaded in the blond locks below him

Logan leaned back, admiring his work before pulling the cap of the sharpie off, leaning back down

’Mine’ He wrote on top of the marks with thick letters with his signature below it

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, jealous!Logan, possessive!Logan, top Logan, bottom Oscar, oblivious!Oscar, cum play

Masterlist || AO3

Logan was never jealous or possessive, and he never really cared if he’s potential partner had friends and stuff

That all changed when he started dating Oscar and saw *how flirty* Lando was towards his boyfriend

After he started dating Oscar, he was always jealous whenever the Aussie hang out with Lando

It wasn’t because Oscar was hanging out with Lando that made him jealous, it’s because Lando always flirted with him- and Oscar was absolutely oblivious to it

“You wanna grab some dinner tonight- without the team?” Logan didn’t stand close to Oscar and Lando, but close enough to hear Lando’s obvious flirting tone

“I would love to, but I’m going out with Logan tonight” Going out. Take the fucking hint, mate. Logan sighed as he kept listening

“Oh. We can hang out in my hotel room afterwards if you want to. Play some FIFA or what not” Lando suggested instead

“If I’m not too tired” Oscar smiled brightly like he always did

“Well, you can always crash in my room. Bed’s big enough” That was Logan’s last straw. It was obvious that Lando was gonna make a move on Oscar later- if Logan allowed him to go

Lando walked away, Oscar almost close to as well if Logan hasn’t grabbed his upper arm tightly, pulling him close

“You’re gonna go to my hotel room the moment you’re done. No going to your own, not Lando’s. Mine. You got that?” Logan growled low in Oscar’s ear

“Yes” Oscar whimpered quietly, his arm hurting under Logan’s harsh grip “What’d I do?” He whispered

“Nothing, baby” Logan loosens his grip, soothing his thumb over the spot, smiling softly

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“I’m sorry” Oscar apologised as Logan kissed him possessively, pushing him towards the bed, even though he didn’t know what he did

“It’s not your fault, baby” Logan growled low, lowering Oscar onto the mattress

“What happened?” Oscar whimpered as Logan’s lips traced down his neck, sucking various marks

“You ask too many questions” Logan groaned, pulling Oscar’s shirt over his head, his lips immediately at the Aussie’s nipples, his mouth now occupied by moans instead of questions

“Get the lube for me, baby” Logan said as he lowered his body, pulling down Oscar’s jeans and briefs in one go, leaving him completely naked

Logan chuckled softly at the whimper leaving Oscar’s lips as he lubed up his fingers, warming it up

Oscar moaned softly when Logan circled his hole. He whined when Logan pushed in a finger, his body leaning over his, the other hand keeping the American’s body up to not crush Oscar

Logan slowly moved his finger, mesmerised by the way Oscar’s lips were slightly parted, panting heavy breaths, his eyes closed tightly

Logan pushed in a second finger when Oscar was loose enough, making him moan softly, his back arching off of the bed

“Baby, look at me” Logan said softly, Oscar immediately opening his eyes “There’s my beautiful boy” Logan chuckled softly at the deep red that spread through Oscar’s body

Logan managed to get Oscar stretched around four fingers before pulling out of him, Oscar’s cock leaking like an open faucet onto his stomach

Logan stood up from the bed, pulling his own shirt over his head and pushing his jeans and briefs down his legs

Logan forced Oscar’s legs apart again before settling between them, pouring lube onto his cock, giving himself a few firm strokes

He didn’t warn Oscar when he pushed inside him, pushing all the way, holding onto his pale hips with a forceful grip

“Logan!” Oscar moaned from the suddenness, his back arching off the bed, nails digging into Logan’s biceps, leaving marks behind

“You’re only mine, right? Nobody else’s” Logan groaned, his thrusts forceful along with his grip

“W-why… Ah- why would I be anybody else’s?” Oscar moaned, already feeling himself close, and Logan was nowhere near his prostate

“Just answer the fucking question, Oscar” If Logan wasn’t so deep inside Oscar, his hips slamming against his ass, he would’ve flinched at Logan’s harsh tone and the use of his name- which he never did

“Only yours- fuck. Only yours- always yours. Nobody else’s” He moaned, feeling the bruises forming on his hips near his thighs

“Only mine” Logan moaned softly, feeling Oscar clench down around him as he neared his orgasm

“Loges… Please” Oscar whined, which was quickly replaced my loud moans when Logan angled his hips, pounding into Oscar’s prostate, his hand going around his cock, stroking him fast and hard

Oscar quickly came, his body shaking from the force of it, his hole clenching down around Logan hard, drawing him closer as well

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Logan moaned as he stilled his hips, coming deep inside Oscar, his hand stopped moving as well

“Lay still for me, baby?” Logan asked softly, wiping his hand clean on Oscar thigh, slowly pulling out of him

Logan watched Oscar panting heavily as he went to the floor, getting Oscar’s phone from his pants and a sharpie from the bedside table

“What’cha doing?” Oscar asked confused, his words slurred together

“Just lay and look pretty for me” Logan smiled softly, leaning down to suck onto Oscar’s inner thigh in several places

“Loges” Oscar whined, his hand threaded in the blond locks below him

Logan leaned back, admiring his work before pulling the cap of the sharpie off, leaning back down

’Mine’ He wrote on top of the marks with thick letters with his signature below it

He put the cap back on. Oscar whined when Logan’s fingers made contact with his hole, gathering some of the cum leaking out of him

He smeared the white liquid around the letters, Oscar whimpered softly again “Don’t worry, baby. I’m done soon”

Logan took Oscar’s phone, unlocking it and finding Lando’s contacts. Logan made sure to capture the finger marks on Oscar’s hip, but making sure not to get anything that was only for the blond’s eyes

Oscar [1 attachment] He won’t make it after dinner 🤗

Lando saw it. Didn’t answer

“Shower?” Logan asked softly

“What’d you do?” Oscar panted, holding onto Logan as he helped him up

“Nothing” He smirked softly, helping him into the shower

[fxrmuladaydreams]

punishments (ls2 + op81)

dom!oscar x sub!reader x switch!logan (poly relationship)

summary: oscar was serious about punishing you and logan when you met him in Australia

notes: i really made it seem like logan is the brat and the reader is the angel in the relationship so go with it

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! bondage, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation, unprotected p in v

missing oscar (the first part)

“Do you think Oscar will be mad?” You ask quietly, staring up at the ceiling.

“He’ll get over it by the time we see him.” Logan shrugs, gently wiping between your legs with a damp towel.

He tosses it back to the bathroom, then crawls into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms.

“I love you.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your head. “Don’t worry about Os, okay?”

“Okay. I love you too.” You tell him, burying your face in his chest and letting sleep take over.

You try not to think too much about Oscar like Logan said while you’re in the states, but can’t help it, apart from the fact that you genuinely miss him, you can’t help but wonder what your punishment will be. Sure, you’d seen Oscar punish Logan before, but never really you, you were always his good girl.

You try not to let the nerves take over too much as you fly to Australia, part of you eager to see your other boyfriend. You can tell Logan is excited to see him too, having mentioned him quite a few times near the end of your trip.

All nerves seem to wash away when Oscar picks you both up from the airport. You practically run into his arms, eager to finally be together once more. You take Oscar’s hand in yours, while Logan takes Oscar’s other, as you walk to his car.

You spend the day wrapped up in each other’s arms in your shared hotel room, chatting about what you’ve done while apart; seeing Logan’s family, and Oscar doing his Esquire shoot.

“Logan was drooling over the photos for days!” You tell Oscar.

“No I wasn’t! Shut up!” Logan laughs, blushing.

Oscar smirks. “Aww, did you miss me Lo?”

“We both did.” He answers.

“I know.” Oscar says, his voice dropping slightly. “I remember you two were misbehaving while I was gone.”

You look up at Oscar with wide eyes as Logan shies away.

“Don’t think you can avoid your punishments.” Oscar sits up straighter on the bed. “In fact, I think now would be a perfect time to teach you your lessons.”

He stands up from the bed to walk over to a drawer. “Logan, chair.” He nods to the chair at the desk across from the bed.

Logan slowly gets up, leaving you on the bed and walks over to the chair. He sits down and watches Oscar dig around for something. His eyes grow wide when Oscar holds up a tie.

“Take your shirt off.” Oscar instructs him.

Logan nods, tugging his shirt over his head, then tossing it aside.

“Now hands behind your back.”

Logan holds his hands behind him as Oscar ties them together. He then kneels down in front of Logan and slowly tugs his sweatpants and boxers down until they lay around his ankles.

“Don’t be a brat.” He says, then turns away from the blonde.

Oscar moves back to the bed with you once he’s finished with Logan. His eyes are dark, darker than usual as he reaches out to you.

He softly brushes your hair away from your face.

“Did you miss me baby?” He asks.

You nod.

“I need your words. Both of you need to use your words tonight, got it?”

“Yes Os.” You tell him.

“Yes Oscar.” Logan answers.

“Good.” Oscar nods. He lets his head fall forward to the crook of your neck. His nose traces along your skin, his lips just barely brushing against you. “You weren’t being a good girl while I was gone.”

You don’t answer him. You know it’s a statement, not a question. Instead you grab onto his arms, eager to hold any part of him you can.

“You’re usually my good girl. What happened?” He coos.

“I- I needed you Os…” you whine as his teeth nip at your skin. His hands slowly make their way up your shirt, brushing against your skin.

“You were needy, and you let Logan manipulate you, huh?” Oscar looks over at the blonde in the chair.

“She wanted me. She said it herself.” Logan taunts.

“She wanted to cum.” Oscar snaps at him. “And now she’s going to cum over and over and over again, until I’m finished with her. And you’re going to sit there and watch.”

You whine, your eyes locked on Oscar.

“You remember your safe words?” He asks, looking at you then Logan.

“Yes Oscar.” You both answer.

“Good.” Oscar says, then pulls you into his embrace with a messy kiss.

It’s all teeth and tongues as Oscar pulls you onto his lap. You straddle him, locking your ankles behind him, keeping yourself wrapped around him as you kiss him. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair as you press yourself against him, desperate to be as close to him as possible.

Oscar smirks into the kiss when he feels you shamelessly grinding against him, the little whines coming from your mouth proof of how much you need him.

“Lay back baby.” He says against your lips.

You pull yourself away from Oscar to lay down on your back, eager to follow his directions.

“There’s my good girl.” He coos. “Let’s get these clothes off of you.” He slowly undresses you, kissing every new bit of skin revealed in the process, and tosses your clothes to lay with Logan’s.

He trails kisses down your body until he’s laying between your legs. “So pretty.” He says softly as he spreads you open for him. “And so wet for me.” He trails his tongue through your folds.

“Os…” you whine, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair.

Oscar pulls his head away to look up at you. “No, I want you to tell Logan how good it feels, to show him what he could have had if he behaved.”

Logan whines in his chair, shifting his hips as if it’ll help him feel something, anything, as he watches the scene in front of him.

Oscar lifts your legs over his shoulders, his arms locked around you, making sure you can’t move from his grasp. He devours you like a man starved, and it doesn’t stop after you’ve cum. He sucks your clit into his mouth, determined to give you a second orgasm on his tongue.

You moan, twisting in his grip, already starting to feel sensitive. You arch your back as you feel your second orgasm approaching, and you catch a glimpse of Logan.

He looks just as desperate as you must look, his face flushed, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest. His dick is standing tall and hard, the tip an angry red color, and his eyes look wild. His arms are taut from how much he’s pulling at his restraints.

You call out his name as you fall apart on Oscar’s tongue for a second time.

The Australian tilts his head up to look at the poor American bound to the chair. “Enjoying the show?” He asks, pushing his middle finger inside you. “Wish you could feel her right now?” He curls his finger up.

You whine, your hands gripping onto the bed sheets to ground yourself.

“She feels so good Lo.” Oscar moans as he pushes another finger in you. “I can see why you needed her so bad while I was gone.”

He sets a rough pace with his fingers, simultaneously pressing against your clit with his thumb.

“Os, ‘s too much!” You whine as you use a hand to push against him.

“I thought you wanted me baby? I’m giving you what you wanted.” He says, replacing his thumb with his lips, sucking harshly on your clit.

You cry out as your third orgasm suddenly hits you. You feel sore and tired, and watch with hazy eyes as Oscar pulls his fingers from you and sucks them clean.

“You taste so good.” He moans. He drops his other hand to hold himself, still tucked into his own pants. He pulls his shirt off, then his pants and boxers, and stares down at you with hunger in his eyes. He taps against your side. “Turn over.”

Your body feels heavy as you flip onto your stomach for him. You feel him grab onto your hips, pulling them up as he sits on his knees behind you.

“Think you can give me one more baby?” He asks.

He’d stop immediately if you couldn’t. If either you or Logan uttered the safeword, he would stop everything. You know that. But you know that he’s familiar with you and your limits. He knows your body, and what it can handle.

“Yes Oscar.” You whine.

“Good. I want you to look at Logan while I fuck you.” You feel the tip of his cock brush against your folds, collecting the cum from your previous orgasms.

He pushes in slowly, still making sure not to hurt you with his thrusts. He stops when you’re fully wrapped around him.

Your mouth hangs open as you look at Logan, who looks desperate for any sort of attention.

“Tell him how good it feels.” Oscar grunts as he begins thrusting into you.

“S-so good! It feels so good Lo!” You moan. You drop your head in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut.

“No, no, no, you’re meant to look at him.” Oscar tells you. He pulls you up, so that your back is flush against his chest. He wraps one hand around your neck, softly pressing his fingers into your skin. His other hand drops down to play with your clit.

“You gonna cum again for us?” Oscar asks, his words teasing in your ear. “Be my good girl again?”

You can’t answer him, too far gone, drowning in pleasure. Your eyes water as you feel yourself clench down around his cock.

“I can feel you getting closer. Be a good girl for us. Cum.”

Your eyes roll back as your mouth drops open. You cry out as your hips roll desperately against Oscar’s.

“Good girl, good girl.” He pants.

You feel his cum shoot deep inside you as he holds your body to his.

You feel your body collapse in his arms as he pulls out, making you whine from the sensitivity. You look back up at Logan to see him also panting, his own release covering his stomach and chest.

“Why don’t you help Logan clean up?” Oscar nods towards Logan.

You get off the bed and drop to your knees in front of Logan to lick his cum off his body. He whines when you start to stroke his cock.

“This was meant to be a punishment baby.” Oscar says. “Logan can have his fun tomorrow.”

He gently lifts you up off the ground, laying back down on the bed, then walks back to Logan to untie him. He guides Logan to the bed, then goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a soft towel, and a small bottle of lotion. He gently wipes the remnants of your release from between your legs, then softly massages the lotion into Logan’s wrists.

He lays between you both once he’s put everything back in the bathroom, with an arm wrapped around each of you. Logan buries his face in Oscar’s neck with an arm thrown over his stomach, while you lay your head on his chest with a leg thrown over his.

“You both did so well for me.” He says softly, giving you each a kiss. “I did miss you two.”

“We missed you more though.” You smile into Oscar’s chest.

“Maybe we should act out more often if it’ll get a reaction like that.” Logan murmurs into Oscar’s neck.

“Don’t even think about it.” Oscar laughs.

[hollywoodsargeant]

slip through your teeth · 5,914 words

Both hands on Logan’s body, Oscar licks a broad stripe up the center of his chest, tongue flat to his sternum. When he reaches the space between Logan’s collarbones, he stops, and in a brief moment of clear-headedness, says, “That was weird.” “It was hot,” Logan corrects. Oscar can’t look at his face. Instead, he's staring at his chest, at the rise and fall of it when he breathes. He wants to hide in the narrow space just beside his beating heart.

hello... merry christmas? i think? this is not a christmas fic at all more like some nonsense i just happened to finish Right Now. umm if anyone recalls my fic liminal space here is another exercise in nothing that involves loscar being high and freaky. again. it is legally a sequel this is a series now bc my finger slipped or something enjoy another 5k words of established oscar and logan recreationally using drugs in dorm rooms

[voltaicgalaxy22]

I'll be seeing Sabrina Carpenter on her Short n' Sweet tour, and during the "Juno" performance she does a different freakyyy position at every show. 🙈😛 Basically, what I'm saying is whatever position she does at my show I'll make Oscar and Logan do when TSOU gets spicy like that (It'll be several chapters before then though) I'll keep you guys updated!! 🧘‍♀️🔮🧙‍♀️