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pairing(s): Sebastian Vettel x male! reader

warning(s): fluff! fluff! fluff! (no surprise angst... i promise)

(a/n): seb and reader are way youngerrrr in this (around late teens) you can think of this as college au! just wanted to write a little something

!not proofread!

"Teach me that," Sebastian blurts out. He was sitting on a bean bag in the corner of your room, reading a book. "Hm?" you look up, "What? Guitar?"

He nods, raising his head to look at you. You quirk a brow, a little surprised by his sudden interest. Your heart warms at his simple request. Your boyfriend probably didn't even realise how his interest in your hobby affected you.

You smile at him. "Come here," you gesture him over. You were sitting on your bed, lazily playing some random tune on your guitar. 

You prop up the pillows properly, leaning against them as Sebastian comes near the bed. He just stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to sit. You laugh at him; with that sharp tongue of his, you forget that he can be cute as well (sometimes).

You pat the space between your legs, a shit-eating grin plastered on your face. He just gives you a 'are you serious' look in return. "Come on. Whatcha waiting for?" you say, a cheeky smile still present on your face.

He rolls his eyes, slowly sitting down, making sure you don't pull some stupid shit on him. He leans on you, his back to your chest, making himself comfortable. You curl an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you. 

He gives you an accusing look. "What?" you say, feigning a confused look. "How else am I supposed to teach you?" that smile said otherwise.

You place the guitar on his thigh, guiding his hand towards its neck. You put his fingers in position, before slowly plucking the strings. You pass on the pick to him, letting him do the same. 

A smile makes its way onto his face, his eyes glued to the guitar. You rest your head on his shoulder, your own eyes glued to him. You teach him a different note, helping him where he needed help.

You lean down, placing a small peck on his neck. It seems to have taken him by surprise because he accidentally plucked the wrong string. The tips of his ears burn red when he feels you smiling against his skin. 

He slaps your leg, a (fake) scowl on his face. "Don't do that," he says, and the way he did reminded you of an angry cat. "Sorry," you chuckle, placing a kiss on the side of his head. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, you did not look sorry.

The rest of your evening was spent teaching Seb how to play the guitar (and shamelessly flirting with him).

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++ Bonus ++

"I shouldn't have let you play for that long. It was your first day too," you murmur against his shoulder. Lifting up your head, you move to rest it on your pillow, the lower half of your body thrown lazily across his.

You reach for his hand. He lets you. Bringing it between your bodies, you rub his knuckles softly with your thumb. "Sorry," you say as you bring his hand to your mouth, placing small kisses on his fingers. 

The both of you had lost track of time; you don't even remember how long the both of you were at it. You didn't see them before, but when Seb had cupped your face to kiss you, you could feel them all over your cheeks. The guitar strings had left blisters, and you felt really bad because you're the one who let him play for that long.

"Mmm..." Seb lets out a sleepy hum. He opens his eyes ever so slightly, moving his body, he lays on your bicep, using it as a pillow. "Love you." Seb didn't care about mundane things like blisters, they'll go away eventually, that moment you shared wouldn't.

You plant a kiss on the top of his head, closing your eyes and snuggling into him, "Love you more."