"Why did you think that buying these surfboards was a good idea?" I asked my boyfriend, Neymar, while trying to balance on the surfboard next to him.
"I wanted to try something new, duh! It looks fun, how hard could it be?"
"Well, I wouldn't say we're making much progress. We could have found an instructor or something."
"We don't need anyone to show us how to surf, all we need is-here." Neymar pointed a finger at himself dramatically.
"Alright then, mister Da Silva Santos, teach me how to surf." I crossed my eyes with a smirk, and he was still looking smug as ever.
"So, um... here, you should first, um...just stand like this?" He pointed at his legs and continued "and when a wave... no! Sit down until you catch a wave and when you do, you just...um..." Neymar scratched the back of his head.
"I see, mr. Instructor. With your tips I'm sure we will be professional surfers in no time!" I giggled at him, and he cracked a smile as well.
"At least I tried, miss Y/L/N, and what did you do?"
"I have to admit that you're right Ney" I laughed. "Just this once."
I leaned in to peck his lips, but a water wave ruined my attempt, and knocked us both from our surfboards into the water. Both me and Neymar were laughing like children, earning a few glares from older people on the beach.
"Ney...is this also a part of the surfing instructions?" I asked through laughter.
"Shut up...it's a shame for such a talent to be wasted." He fake pouted.
"A talent for what, falling?"
"Well, I am better in falling than you are!"
"Dream on, Junior. No one is better in falling than me."
"I'll let you have your way for now, Y/N, but you better watch out because I will get my revenge."
"Sure thing, babe."
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"...and I was totally confused, because I've never tried archery before, and that guy was like 'So, you're not really good at sports?' What a way to start a conversation with a girl, and he was angry when I told him I have a boyfriend! I wouldn't have gone out with him even if I were single."
Neymar let out a chuckle at my exaggerated story telling, with a lot of gestures involved. We were sitting in an ice-cream parlor after a day at the beach. I was pretty exhausted and probably looked like a mess, but my boyfriend still had enough energy and looked good as always.
"So...what do we do next? We tried volleyball, surfing, sailing and even baseball but-"
"But you spectacularly failed at everything, Neymar!" I burst into laughter-I loved teasing him.
"Hey, I am amazing at football at least!" He faked being hurt by my comment, but in his eyes I saw a glint of amusement.
"Yeah, but there has to be something else you are good at besides football, and don't even think of saying 'sleeping' because that doesn't count."
"Let's see...hm, I am very good at eating ice cream,no?"
"And it's hard to be good at eating? By the way, you have whipped cream on your upper lip."
"You should wipe it off then, babygirl."
I pulled him closer by the neck and connected our lips in a soft kiss which soon turned more heated. We had to break away for air and decided to pay for our ice cream. Neymar suggested walking to his apartment because it was a nice, warm evening.
We were holding hands and walking slowly in a comfortable silence, and Neymar wrapped his hand around my waist to pull me closer to him. He almost stopped walking but began nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, leaving small kisses there.
"Y/N...can we go to my place and cuddle?" He asked looking at me with those beautiful eyes.
"I'd love that."
When we arrived to Neymar's apartment, we went straight to the bedroom and crashed on his king size bed. It was almost dark outside, and the last rays of sun were breaking through big glass windows. I yawned, and even Neymar seemed to be a little tired-it was a long day after all,but we wanted to use every second of his vacation before he had to go back to training.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?"
"Let's just see what is on tv, I am in the mood for some stupid show we can laugh at."
"Sounds perfect, amor."
Neymar wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest. He was drawing circles on my hip with one hand, and ran his other hand through my hair, leaving a chaste kiss here and there. Some shitty crime show was playing on the TV,but we were focused on each other. I let out a long, relaxed breath.
"You like it, princess?"
"A lot. I love you Neymar."
"I love you too, Y/N. And I think I found my special talent- well, besides footbal. It's cuddling! I am very good at it, don't you think so?"
"Absolutely."
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A/N: hi everyone! Here's another imagine requested by me (: it's summer-themed bc I am on the beach...send me requests to write for you ❤
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