"Mama." Artist softly shook Symere, pushing some of her hair out her face.

"Yes, Art?" She groaned, enjoying the feeling of him rubbing her back.

"I need you to get up for me. We got plans today."

Symere whined a little before fully sitting up, gazing at Artist. He smiled and rubbed her face, admiring her. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. Symere enjoyed the affection that she received from Artist. It was something that she had longed for since a child.

"What do we have planned today?" She asked, walking into the bathroom to do her hygiene.

Artist followed her into the bathroom, taking a seat on the toilet.

"It's a surprise but I want you to dress comfortable for me."

"I hate surprises."

"I don't care." He shrugged. "Just be ready by one, ma."

Not giving her a chance to respond, he simply walked out the bathroom to get things situated. While she got ready, he went and got a haircut. He wanted a different look, so he decided to cut it and add a touch of color.

Once he finished that, he went to target to grab a few snacks and drinks, along with 2 blankets.

"I'm pretty sure my baby would want these." He mumbled to himself, throwing the Carmel apples into the cart.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed her number.

"Are you ready, ma?"

"Yes! Can you hurry I want to see what my surprise is."

"Don't rush me."

"Whatever, bye!"

"This fucking girl."

***

"You look beautiful." He quickly kissed her lips.

Symere gasped as she ran a hand over his waves. He looked extremely handsome and it turned her on.

"Look at your hair, Art! I love it!" She beamed.

"Thanks, ma. We need to go before Chosen get hea."

Artist had chosen a beautifully secluded spot in the park, surrounded by the lake and the soothing sounds of nature. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting playful shadows on a checkered blanket spread out on the grass. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, making it the perfect ambiance for a romantic picnic.

Upon arrival, he blindfolded her and lead her to the area he had set up. Once he made sure she was good, he removed it. Artist had a small speaker playing their favorite songs in the background. He also included a scrapbook filled with pictures and notes from their favorite moments together.

"Artist." Symere pouted. "No way you had a picnic for me."

"I can be sweet sometimes." He chuckled.

He laid out an array of goodies, including freshly made sandwiches, a colorful array of fruits, and some homemade strawberry cupcakes. To complete the meal, he brought along a jar filled with cranberry juice and a bottle of sparkling water. For dessert, 2 averaged sized Carmel apples sat upon a plate. He also had a few art supplies so they could draw. The scene was inviting and thoughtful, a clear reflection of how much he cared for Symere.

Her smile was infectious, and Artist's heart raced at the thought of the day ahead. They settled down on the blanket, spread out the food, and enjoyed light-hearted conversation, laughter punctuating the serene atmosphere around them.

As they talked, Symere felt a familiar flutter of excitement mixed with anxiety. Although she adored her time with Artist and felt a deep connection, concerns about her father's disapproval weighed heavily on her mind. Her dad had always been protective, and the thought of him finding out about her soon to be romantic relationship filled her with worry.

"You tearing up that candy apple, ma." He laughed, reaching over to wipe her face.

"They're so good." She groaned.

"I see."

After indulging in their delightful meal, the conversation turned to how much they meant to each other. Artist took a deep breath, his heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of nerve. He looked deeply into Symere's eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

"Symere," he began, "this picnic, this moment... it's been a long time coming for me. You mean so much to me, and I can't imagine my life without you. I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together, and I'm ready to take this next step. Would you make me the happiest man and be my girlfriend?"

Symere's heart skipped a beat. The romantic setting, the heartfelt words, everything felt magical. She felt a rush of happiness wash over her.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She rushed on his lap and repeatedly pecked his lips.

With a twinkle in his eye, Artist reached into his bag and pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped box. Symere's eyes widened with surprise and curiosity. He opened the box, a delicate Pandora ring, adorned with a beautiful heart design. It sparkled in the sunlight, and her eyes filled with tears of joy.

"This is a promise ring, a symbol of my commitment to you. I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what happens. It's gone take more than Chosen to get me gone."

"Look at me babe!"

He looked up right on time for her to snap a picture. You could see the happiness on his face as he held his coloring pencils.

"You are so adorable." She cooed.

"That's for babies, ma, I'm sexy as fuck."

"Mhm." She nodded as lust filled her eyes. "Let's go have sex."

"What?" He frowned. "Draw yo damn picture and be quiet."

He didn't take her serious at all. Symere smacked her lips before snatching his color pencils. It was clear that she wasn't a virgin and was ready to take that next step with him.

"I'm not playing, Artist. You being mean is only turning me on more."

"We not fucking, Sy."

"And why not?" She crossed her arms.

"We just got together 2 seconds ago. You don't wanna wait a little?"

"No, I want it right now." She whined.

"I said no!"

"Okay." She nodded.

***

"Artist." Symere softly whispered, enjoying the feeling of him placing kisses on her neck.

Somehow the two ended up at her old apartment. She still owned it but never stayed there. Just when he thought he got Symere to settle down, she caught him by surprise. 

As Artist drove down the road, Symere looked over at him seeing him focused on the road. Quickly reaching over, she rubbed her hand over his hard-on.

"Fuck. What you doin, ma?"

"You know you want to, stop being stubborn."

He glanced at her before back at the road.

"Fuck it. We not doin this shit at Chosen crib."

"Let's go to my old apartment."

"Okay, ma, let me go."

Now here they were laid out on her bed. Symere laid beneath him in nothing but her panties.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes! C'mon on!"

"Shut up." He muttered, reaching down into her panties.

He groaned feeling her wetness cover his fingers. He barely touched her and she was already leaking. Hurriedly snatching her panties off, he dived his head right in her wetness.

"Fuck, Artist!" She yelled, closing her legs around his head.

He pushed her thighs back, making her hold her legs up.

"Look at me, baybeh."

As she looked down, she saw him suck on her clit. Tears filled her eyes as he swirled his tongue around her. Rapidly flicking his tongue, he moaned at the taste of her.

"Okay." Symere whimpered. "That's enough!" She pushed his head back.

Artist smacked his lips.

"I wasn't done. Next time I'm making you take that shit." He said sternly, pulling down his jeans and boxers.

Symere tightly closed her legs as she saw how big Artist was. She didn't think it was even possible to fit inside of her. He was definitely the biggest she had ever been with.

"Fuck, I don't have condoms."

"It's okay, I'm on birth control."

Nodding, he smacked his dick against her clit a few times.

"Fuck!" Artist moaned as he slowly slid into Symere.

She gasped, feeling all of him inside of her. He rested his forehead against hers before slowly stroking her.

"You're so big." Symere whispered, as she pushed on his stomach.

He removed her hands, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.

"Feel good?" He asked in her ear.

Symere's eyes rolled back as she nodded. "Y-yes, baby! Shit!" She exclaimed as he bit on her bottom lip.

"Mm. This pussy feels so good. The way you keep sucking me back in, fuck!"

"Babyyyyy." She dragged out, her mouth open as she stared up at him. "Faster."

He pulled out before suddenly slamming in and out of her wetness. Her juices were dripping all over the silk sheets. Symere's legs shook as they were propped up on his shoulders.

"This my pussy?" He said, taking his thumb and rubbing over clit.

Symere couldn't deny that Artist gave her the best dick. Her ex boyfriend never cared if she got hers or not. His sex was mind blowing and it left her in awe.

Beads of sweat rolled down their bodies just as rain did down the window, creating the perfect ambiance.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, mama. Give me all that shit."

Symere screamed as she reached her first climax of the night. Artist smirked as he watched her body shake and her mouth open with nothing coming out.

"Good girl." He smacked her thigh. "Now turn over."

***

My babies are officially together omg 🥹 I love them so much!

The picnic is sooo cute! Who said hood niggas can't be romantic?

Symere y'all just got together, why are you trying to fuck this man already 😂 he wasn't going at first but he couldn't resist after she kept trying.

Is everybody okay after reading that? I know I'm not 😩

I'm a little rusty haven't wrote one of those in a long time.

Why my silent readers don't comment? I don't bite babies 🥹

I'll most likely update later today and tomorrow. I pretty much have my chapters written out in my notes.