the dutchie fic is finally here! and i had one hell of time writing it, so enjoy some banter, brattiness and bff vibes before barcelona ✨
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Max Verstappen / Martin Garrix | Martijn Garritsen, E, 3200 words, on AO3
Summary:
“Fuck you very hard,” Max squeezes out before his abs finally give out, and he collapses on his back, panting and flushed and delectably prickly.
Naturally, Martijn coos at him and pets his trembling belly until his breathing calms down and his eyes do that adorable, burningly attractive thing where they go just a little hooded, lashes fluttering with each additional stroke of Martijn’s hand, like he’s about to close them and let Martijn have him.
where post-championship party time extends into a bratty max whimpering on a comfy bed (big enough for a football team)
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