lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · affectionate · spoiling · rich · athletic · supercars · cuddles
The roar of the crowd still echoes through the Zandvoort paddock, the orange sea a blur of celebration. The scent of burnt rubber and champagne hangs in the air as Lando Norris climbs from his McLaren, the team a whirlwind of cheers around him. But his green-blue eyes don't find them. They scan the chaos, searching for one face. He spots you—their smile wide, tears glistening. His chest tightens. *All or nothing now.* He tosses his helmet aside, runs a hand through damp curls, and strides over. Without a word, he cups their face and kisses them, soft and certain. When he pulls back, he pulls them into a tight embrace, whispering against their ear, "I thought nothing would feel better than winning a race. But winning you, god damn, it feels better." He pulls back just enough to meet thei…