i might need another romcom but this time between driver!yn and kento miyaura
Turbo Friendship
Pairing: Platonic! F1 grid x Driver!Reader ft. VNL Kento Miyaura
Genre: Comedy, Slice-of-Life, Sports, Platonic Rom-Com
Warnings: Mild chaos, rookie mistakes, caffeine overdoses, excessive teasing, social media chaos
Reqs: Anon: last time we got ran takahashi x journalist!yn but what about kento miyaura x racer!yn. the plot is miyaken is a big fan of her and got invited (maybe with a few of his teammates) as one of the f1 vips, he's lowkey tweaking watching the whole race and completely losing it when yn overtake a few drivers and got podium. the fans (as always) got all the reaction on cam 4k and boom internet meltdown
A/N: Hey Anons! I kinda just merged your guys requests together, ig thats alright.
It all begins in the paddock.
You, Y/N, are leaning against the side of your car like it owes you money, helmet under one arm, scarf flapping in the morning wind. Rookie of the year? Probably. But honestly, “Rookie Who Somehow Outsmarted Everyone and Still Smiles Too Much” is more accurate.
Oscar, your teammate, drops a crumpled bag of snacks in your lap. “Y/N! Did you see that Miyaura guy?” he asks, eyebrows threatening to escape his forehead. “The volleyball dude? What is he even doing here?”
You sip your water with the calm of someone who’s about to witness absolute chaos. “Apparently… charity exhibition race. Simulator first, then maybe a demo drive. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t destroy the hospitality tent.”
Oscar blinks. “You? The rookie babysitter? Yeah… that’ll work… probably not.”
Cue your internal montage: Kento sliding into the pit lane like he’s spiking a ball instead of a car, mechanics screaming, Hamilton facepalming in the background.
And then—of course—he arrives.
Kento Miyaura, sprinting across the paddock with backpack flapping behind him, eyes wide and sparkling. “Y/N! I’m here! I watched all your races! You’re amazing!”
You blink. Did he just… fan-boy over you? In the paddock? In full F1 chaos? “Uh… thanks? Ready for some rookie tips?”
He nods like you just offered him the Holy Grail. “Yes! Teach me how to not embarrass myself!”
Your first encounter with Kento Miyaura in F1: not with a handshake, not with a polite nod, but full-on adrenaline chaos.
Simulator Chaos.
“Step one: Don’t brake like you’re spiking a volleyball,” you explain. “Step two: hands on the wheel, not flailing. Step three: please don’t spin out in the first 30 seconds.”
Three seconds later: virtual tire sparks everywhere, alarm screaming, mechanics clutching their hearts.
You stare. Blink. Then smile. Because yes, technically you’re a professional driver, but Kento’s chaos is… mesmerizing.
“You’re terrifying,” you admit. “But… not bad?”
He beams. “Enthusiasm is 90% of technique!”
Media Madness.
Journalists swarm. “You two are going to be the next viral sensation!”
Kento looks at you. “We… could be?”
You shrug. “If surviving chaos counts as chemistry, then yes.”
Click. Click. Click. Photos of you awkwardly smiling next to him, who is practically glowing, hit social media within seconds. Oscar facepalms. “Why is the rookie babysitting a volleyball star again?”
Practice Laps.
You’re focused in your car. Kento is… vibrating in the demo car next to you.
“Y/N! Did you see that turn? I almost—wait, what’s traction control?”
You laugh. “Feel the car. Don’t oversteer. And yes, traction control exists. Thank God.”
Bonding ritual established: you explain F1 physics like volleyball positions, he misunderstands spectacularly, you both laugh, mechanics get migraines, media get viral clips.
Lunch in the paddock.
You sit scarf-wrapped, pretending normalcy. Kento eats a salad with the intensity of an Olympic final.
“So… how do you deal with everything? Pressure, speed, attention?”
You sip coffee. Dramatic pause. “I pretend it’s a game. Life = volleyball court, every lap = set. Play your best, laugh at mistakes, survive.”
His grin is ridiculous. “Stealing that. Responsibly.”
You smile. “And… don’t crash.”
Pit Lane Mishaps.
Kento backs into a tire stack. You scream. Mechanics scream. He shrugs. “New technique! Tire check!”
You groan. “Rule one: do not invent techniques in the pit lane.”
Qualifying Day.
You focus. Y/N in her element. Kento bounces like a caffeine-charged volleyball.
“Remember! Life’s about enjoying the ride!” he shouts from the grid.
You laugh. Chaos is normal. Having Kento in the paddock is… bright, weird, fun.
Post-Race Madness.
Podium selfies. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, shouting: “Best rookie partner ever!”
You nod. “Next time… maybe we survive without destroying the paddock?”
He laughs. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Social Media Meltdown.
Clips of spins, facepalms, laughter go viral. Fans ship friendship chaos. Memes explode. You sigh, but secretly proud.
Y/N + Kento Miyaura: chaos perfection.
Nighttime Paddock Chaos.
You’re reviewing telemetry when Kento sneaks up behind you. “I bet I can beat your lap times in my dreams,” he whispers.
You spin around, nearly tipping over your coffee. “Dude, stop!”
He grins. “Fine… maybe in reality too?”
You glare playfully. “You’ll end up in the barriers!”
“Oh… then maybe I’ll write a fanfic about that,” he says, totally serious.
You can’t even.
Mechanics Commentary:
Oscar mutters, “How did a volleyball player become the rookie’s shadow? I don’t even…”
Hamilton appears, leaning on the garage door. “He’s… chaotic, but she’s… amused. That’s enough.”
Media Circus Again.
Morning interview. Kento, hands gesturing like he’s spiking the air, explains: “Y/N taught me everything about driving… and how to survive pit lane pranks!”
You facepalm. “It was one minor tire scare.”
Photographer: click click click.
Twitter: “Kento Miyaura is the chaotic twin we never knew F1 needed. #RookieChaos”
Exhibition Race
Side by side on the grid. He leans out: “Enjoy the ride!”
You actually laugh. Life is chaos, adrenaline, laughter. And somehow, this is your favorite part.
Start lights out. Engines roar. You’re screaming into the comms. He’s screaming over yours. You both spin slightly at turn three. Mechanics faint. Fans cheer. Total chaos.
And somehow, it’s perfect.
Post-Race Debrief
Podium chaos again. He hugs you, grinning. “We survived. Kind of. Best rookie partner!”
You laugh. “Next time, maybe… not break everything?”
He winks. “No promises.”
Fan & Social Media Reactions:
TikTok explodes:
“Y/N teaching Kento F1 like it’s Volleyball 101 😂”
“Rookie chaos: OTP platonically chaotic ❤️”
“Mechanics hate them, we love them”
You sigh, scrolling through memes of yourself facepalming while Kento spins out. And honestly? You’re proud.
Late-Night Telemetry Review
You’re alone in the garage, cups of espresso littered around. Kento appears behind you, leaning casually on the console.
“Next race,” he whispers, “I’ll totally not crash.”
You smirk. “Sure… I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Deal,” he says. “But if I crash, at least I’ll do it enthusiastically.”
a/n 💌 welp…… i said i want to write ran, right? 😅 after learning them and appearing constantly on my tt fyp, ishikawa & miyaken got me too 😵💫😵💫😵💫 this is self indulgent so let me write for my top 3 😻
and also we need more n/sfw rjn writers!!! this is your sign to write them 😼 i’ll def eat them up & be moots with you guys 😁🍽️
NSFW UNDER THE CUT ! (18+ ONLY) MINORS DNI
ran takahashi .
most of the time, he’s a softie in bed, he could be rough but in some instances only, when he really needs you or when he feels stressed or frustrated. literally a service dom, he always asks permission or are you okay or feel good while doing it.
“is it okay if i go faster, baby?” ran asked you, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily. you gave him a reassuring smile, giving him the permission to do so. “mhm, ‘s okay, bub…”
he gradually increases the pace, as he holds your thigh up for more access, as the other one is underneath your abdomen, feeling his bulge piercing through it, “feel good?”
“ngh… y-yes… feels soso good…” you moaned, eyes rolling back, feeling his cock nearly hitting the spot. all you need is for him to be a little bit more faster and to make him press his cock even further. “can you go a bit faster and rougher than usual, bub?”
“are you sure?” he asks you in a gentle manner and a hint of concern in his tone. “y-yes please, ‘m almost there…” you pleaded, and he nodded, he does one sharp thrust, making you gasp before he thrusts his cock in even faster. you swore that you almost felt like you were in cloud nine when he pressed his cock even further, making him reach the spot you wanted him to be in the most.
“fuck, that’s it! agh!” you whimpered as he hisses in satisfaction, he felt your walls clench into his cock, as he uncontrollably thrusts his cock in and out of your pussy, his mind lost in the bliss.
“been wanting to have you like this, gonna make sure you cum all over me, princess…”
yuki ishikawa .
if you get this man in his nerves or when he loses a match while also being sexually frustrated, you better be nervous. definitely the type who wouldn’t let you touch your own pussy because he firmly believes that he’s the only one who could make you feel good. could make you dumb over his cock & can be degrading at times.
“i-i’m sorry, yuki! agh!” you cried from pleasure, feeling lightheaded as your face buried in the pillow, making you suffocated. yuki rams your insides from behind, thrusting into you in an animalistic pace. “look at you, i think your slutty pussy’s clenching.. are you cumming, hm?” he coos at you, as he slaps your clit, making you yelp in pleasure.
“agh! p-please, please! i-i’m sorry for touching! i’m about to cum!” you pleaded, letting out soft cries, thinking he would try to tone it down a bit, but your pleas never fazed him from what you did to him behind his back while he’s away.
he grabs your hair, making you lean his chest, he whispers, “see, if you really want to cum, then why did you break my rules?” as he grabs your neck, choking you with his hands, making you lose your breath even more.
“i-i… ngh– fuck!” your brain short circuited, as no answer was coming out of your mind, and the only thing that you’re thinking is to cum all over his cock.
“such a dumb cockslut, can’t even answer me properly,” he pushed you back, as he grabs your waist, thrusting you in and out of his dick as if you’re a fleshlight, your head landing back to the tear and drool stained pillows.
“c-can’t take it– agh! please!” your legs were already quivering from pleasure, nearly cumming any second. he knew that you’re about to cum when your legs start to shake, but as a punishment, he pulled out his dick, making you clench over nothing. “w-why… why would you–“ you hiccuped, as cry out of frustration because you wanted to cum so bad, but he chose to stop when you were literally about to cum.
“impatient cumsluts don’t deserve it, so why would i continue?” maybe breaking the rules after him losing a match and being punished like this was not in your bingo card.
kento miyaura .
probably gives one of the best oral & you cannot convince me otherwise, like have you seen him when he shows off his tongue… it’s quite long & thick… him eating you out + fingering = heaven sent … probably tends to forget that you’re already being overstimulated, but he just can’t get enough of you & also thinks you’re really cute when you get all overstimulated by him, that’s why he can’t get himself to stop.
“k-kento… f-fuck… i– agh….” you moaned in estacy, your hands grabbing on to your bedsheets while his mouth attached to your clit as his tongue moves in a circular motion around the bud, while two of his long fingers are ramming your insides. you were losing it because it gets faster and faster every second.
“what baby?” he detached his mouth away, looking at your eyes from above as he continues to finger you, gradually getting faster. “i… y-you know i get overstimulated when you do– ngh! that…”
“go baby, i’d like to see you try and stop me,” he teases you, flashing a smirk before he reattached his mouth to your clit, making harsher and faster circular motions. your eyes were flickering from pleasure, your thighs started to quiver as his other hand had to hold your thigh to keep your legs from closing.
“fuckfuck! ‘m almost there!” you grabbed his hair as you arched your back, eyes rolling back from the pleasure hiking up to your senses. “ken– p-please! agh..!” you whimpered, thighs shaking as your cum on his fingers, detaching his mouth away from your clit. he pulls out his fingers away from your pussy, feeling empty and passing out from how hard you came.
he climbs back to the headboard, where you’re laying down, as he noticed your eyes were already falling. “woah there, babe! don’t sleep on me! do you really think were done?” kento slaps your cheek playfully, refraining you from sleeping. “w-what do you mean?”
“we’re just getting you started, princess. this is going to be a long night.” he whispers in your ear, as he proceeds on kissing your neck. i mean, how could you say no to this man.
Kento would totally be the shy but sweet type in the beginning of your relationship. Expect lots of soft smiles, awkward chuckles and him stumbling over his words when complimenting you.
After tough practices or matches, nothing would make him happier than just queitly relaxing with you. Whether it´s watching movies or just chilling with some snacks, he treasures those moments more than flashy dates.
He´s not really the type to post on social media, but he loves having little polaroids or phone pics of you two tucked away in his wallet or phone gallery. He´ll look at those when he´s overseas for games to feel closer to you 📸
Kento would try so hard to cook for you, like pull up cooking books and everything. It might turn into a minor kitchen disaster the first few times (he ended up ordering takeout and acted like he cooked it himself), but the way he looks so proud of his slightly failed meal? Impossible to resist.
Loves when you wear his stuff!! His hoodies, jackets, even his jerseys. Seeing you wear anything of his gives him immediate heart eyes.
He´s not aggressive at all, but if he notices you uncomfortable or upset, he becomes more firm and stands a little straighter. He has a queit way of stepping in without making a scene, just enough for you to know that he´s there.
If you play games with him (video games, board games, card games), get ready for the most competitive side you´ll see of him. He’ll playfully trash-talk you and pretend he let you win when he lost 😛
Likes being the big spoon, he needs to hold onto you to peacefully sleep.
it was about time i wrote something for rjn nippon’s heart of the attack, don’t you think?
but i'll have to be honest w u guys, writing for miyaken is a bit more complicated because there isn’t much content about him to get to know his personality better, but he has this aura that makes me think of him as someone shy but reliable. that’s why this smau was born. i hope to write a proper written story for him soon! until then, please give this work lots of love.
