!WARNING!: the following part contains detailed sex scenes

+18 only!

Songs that fit the vibe of the chapter:

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Labrinth - Forever
Tony Igy - Astronomia (Never Go Home)
"Tug on my lip til I'm blue
We love like teenagers do"
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"I dunno. But I know what the two of us are gonna do now."

You giggle when Jacob looks at you like he's up to something while loosening two buttons on his black shirt with one hand. Your glance gets caught on the bit of his exposed chest, distracted, before it travels back up to his face.

"What?", you ask him curiously, but he just smirks.

And with that he wordlessly gets up and leaves you on the bed to disappear into the bathroom.

You can't help but smile in disbelief as you sit up and contemplate wether you should follow him or wait here.

Does he have to pee or does he want you to follow him?

With him you never really know.

Then you hear the whooshing of water.

And when the sound continues for a little too long for it to be the toilet or faucet, you're too curious to wait any longer and follow him into the bathroom.

Your surprised facial expression turns into a wide smile as you open the door and watch him.

"Really now?"

He's sitting on the edge of the bathtub with rolled up sleeves and checks the water temperature before he looks up at you and smiles. He takes his hand out of the water and shrugs.

"Would be a shame not to use it, now, wouldn't it?"

You're at a loss for words as your glance travels down on him, from his half unbuttoned shirt to his bare, veiny forearms, down to his muscular thighs in those white jeans.

Like you wouldn't just love to jump in the bathtub with him.

He gets up and suddenly he's a bit taller than you again as he smiles at you and eventually walks past you to the sink.

"We don't have any bath salts, but...", he reaches for the already open package of cooking salt which is still standing around in the bathroom from that evening when you wanted to free Tims shirt of the red wine stains and he holds it up triumphantly, making you laugh.

You watch him, very well entertained, as he dumps some of it into the running water and then also takes the soap bar from the sink to spontaneously throw it into the water as well.

Like it's some kind of fancy bath bomb.

"Jacob!", you laugh overwhelmed and he smiles widely as he turns back to you.

"What? You not in the mood for it?"

You can already tell by the look on his face that that is a rhetorical question.

Because he can just tell that you wouldn't mind at all.

At which you simply wrap your arms around his neck. And instead of raising yourself on tiptoes, which hasn't really worked that well last time thanks to your injury, you pull his face down towards you determinedly, pressing your lips on his.

So his mouth is prevented from asking more questions he already knows the answer to anyways.

He calmly breathes out against your lips and you smile into the kiss, which turns more intimate quickly. And you wrap your arms around his neck even tighter while his hand travels around you, fumbling with the back of your top.

You feel how he pulls on it and suddenly it's getting looser around your breasts and you take a gasp of relief.

Eventually you slow down the kiss a bit by carefully biting his lower lip and capturing it between your teeth.

His eyes open in surprise and there's a glint in his look as you gently pull with your teeth until his lip is released and bouncing back. "Fuuck", his voice sounds deep and almost cracks, as he looks you over with fascination, "Do that again."

"What?", you ask him playfully and pull him back down by his neck again, to slowly connect his lips to yours again, only to slightly bite his lower lip and tug on it again shortly after. "That?" He groans against your lips enamored. "U-huh"

You smile triumphantly and pull away to look at him.

Actually you just discovered one of his weaknesses.

He loves that kind of affection.

Those little lovebites, scratches, marks.

Soft enough to not seriously hurt each other, yet strong enough to make it exciting.

Usually you'd make a mental note for such small details, just to be sure you remember next time.

But something inside you tells you there's no need to make a note.

Because you'll remember anyways.

Wether you want to or not.

His chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing while you let go of his neck and let your hands travel over the collar of his shirt further downwards, to loosen the last buttons and free him of the piece of clothing.

Ever since you've watched him stand at the bar in the club in that half unbuttoned shirt, you've thought about what it would be like to take it off of him.

So you enjoy the moment and let your hands travel down on his chest until you're at the last button still holding it together over his white jeans.

You undo it as well and let your glance wander over his exposed and slightly flexed abs back upwards.

Then you gently sweep the sleeves from his broad shoulders, one after the other, until you feel the veins on his right shoulder beneath your fingertips and he lets you take the lead and only assists you by slipping out of the sleeves and throwing the shirt into the corner to the used towels.

Then he's standing in front of you again, expectant and submissive, like he's allowing to do anything with him and you feel the butterflies in your stomach once you realize he's willingly surrendering himself to you.

You smile and your hand finds his waistband, which is already sitting a bit low and under which his black Hugo boss boxers are visible. You pull on it a bit playfully, at which he takes a step towards you and your glance wanders back up and meets his directly.

Fuck.

The look in his eyes is already so intense again, you immediately feel weak in the knees.

You reach for his neck and his hair and he closes his eyes enjoying the touch, tilting his head into your hand as you start to kiss him at the other side underneath his ear.

It's so beautiful to explore his body.

You did get to know it pretty well already,

felt so much of it and seen even more.

But still you feel like there's so much more for you to explore and memorize.

You want to learn every centimeter of him by heart.

Eventually you playfully press your teeth into his earlobe and pull at it like you did with his lip, which draws a sigh from him, vibrating through his body and causing him to euphorically grab your hip, pressing his fingers into your waist.

Your hand caresses from his neck downwards and your glance follows it searchingly. Mesmerized, your fingers trace the contours of his veins that noticeably protrude from his collarbone over his right chest down to his upper arm where they vanish slightly.

Then you caress over his chest downwards and feel how his abs flex under the palm of your hand, until you've reached the waistband of his white jeans.

Then you look back up at him and make eye contact while slowly opening the button and zipper of his jeans, which has been growing uncomfortable to him anyways.

He breathes out, relieved about the liberating feeling.

But then he grabs your hand to stop you before it can slip into his boxers to explore some more.

And that's where his surrender ends.

"Trust me I'm so in the mood for you right now.", he murmurs sheepishly, "But we should take the bath first. Or the tub will overflow by the time we're done."

You giggle sheepishly and eventually sigh, agreeing, "Sounds reasonable."

He smirks and pulls you towards him by the hip to purposefully press his lips to yours one more time.

Before one of his hands travels down on your back and fumbles with your top to free you of it.

He tries to do so by pulling on the next best string he can get a hold of.

Like he did before when he opened the bow on your top.

However this time the fabric partly gets tighter again and you giggle amused while he freezes in disbelief, like his brain is lacking.

"What kinda top is that?", he groans in frustration.

Now you can't help but laugh whole heartedly.

"That's gonna be the death of me", he continues ranting and slips his hands under the strings impatiently.

"Yeah, that...", you reach around to help him.

He smiles sheepishly while shooting you a suggestive look "I was tryna... in one move.."

"Nah", you laugh heartily and turn around in his arm, "Not a chance".

After all it was hard enough already to put this shirt on.

"Whoa", he recognizes as he observes your back, "How did you even get in that?"

"Don't ask", you laugh and simply pull it over your head and you feel his hands caringly help you with successfully threading your hair through all the strings.

"I'm never gonna complain about complicated bras again", he also comments.

You both can't help but laugh about the situation as he finally throws the piece of fabric onto the same pile his shirt landed on, before he looks back to you.

"Okay I can work with that, I think", he states, referring to your bikini top and you giggle and kiss him fondly while he takes it off of you and it lands on the floor between you.

You feel his hand on your waist travel to your naked breast and you sigh into his mouth once he grabs it firmly and plays with your nipple between his fingers.

Then his fingers hook into the loops of your black jeans and pull you closer to him. Suddenly your pelvis collides with his thighs and your naked breasts with his warm chest and you both breathe more heavily while he continues kissing you. Before his hand travels between you and he opens your pants as well.

He pauses for a bit and gives the both of you time to breathe and calm down, before he lets go of the loops of your jeans and looks at you observingly. "You want something to drink?"

You think for a second before you understand what he means.

"You mean the Moët or -?"

He nods.

"U-huh. There's still another bottle in the fridge. We could share it if you're down.", he smiles warmly and shrugs, "to celebrate the evening."

You observe him, your eyebrows lifting in surprise.

Actually it sounds like a dream.

Taking a bath with expensive champagne, and Jacob.

But on the other hand you've kind of had enough to drink this evening and something inside you tells you you don't wanna numb yourself with even more champagne right now.

You'd rather be clear in the head and enjoy the moment.

"Another time", you then answer smiling and look at him knowingly, "Otherwise I'd be too drunk to still know what I'm doing."

'I prefer it when I still kinda know what I'm doing'

Jacob can't help but smirk at your statement which sounds similar to what he just said to you today and he bites his lip before he gives in and nods.

"Fine with me."

So you end up lying in the bathtub full of a mixture of soap and salt, which doesn't even feel that different from store bought bath salts from the drugstore and you're admittedly quite excited he had this idea. You even have a bit of foam.

You jokingly talked about the candles being missing.

But then you left the bedside lamps in the bedroom on and the bathroom door ajar instead, so you have comfortable dim lighting.

Somehow you both don't need the perfect atmosphere,
because you're good at improvising.

You lay on one side, him on the other.

Your injured foot, which you've quickly cleaned up and put a new bandaid on before getting in, is now resting on the edge of the tub because you don't necessarily want to put it into the salty bath water and the rest of your legs are kind of entangled in the middle.

You comfortably talk about small stuff and make lots of eye contact while doing so.

Sometimes he grabs your foot and plays with it.

"When you're getting a cramp at some point, you gotta tell me"

And you just smirk and splash water at him a bit.

"Oh you'll be able to tell, don't worry."

Sometimes his glance drifts downwards over your body and it makes your heart flutter for a second, but then you laugh about something he's telling you again and lean back into the warm, foamy water.

It feels so intimate, like you've known him your entire life.

"By the way, what happened that caused you to want a change of scene?", you suddenly remember.

Somehow you've never really thought about what caused all of you to even drive here and for the first time you become aware of the fact you've never really asked Jacob about it more precisely.

Somehow it was always about you and your emotional state after your last relationship and you've never really tried to make it clear to him you want to be there for him as well.

You feel a bit bad.

He lifts his glance from the surface of the water to look at you questioningly.

"Didn't you say something about you hitting a low?", you speak your thoughts, "Did anything happen?"

You can't really read his eyes as he looks back at you and eventually shrugs his shoulders, breaking eye contact.

He smiles softly.

But it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Well. Tricky subject, sort of."

He wipes his face with his wet hand and up over his hair before he plays with the foam again, contemplating, "I don't wanna ruin the mood right now."

And your heart suddenly feels weighted at the thought that something's actually getting him down.

"I don't care.", you breathe empathetically and observe him, "You've always listened to me when I wasn't feeling well. I just want you to know I'm doing the same thing for you. If there's anything you wanna talk about."

He returns your glance and sits up a bit more straight from his leaned back position, at which the water makes some ripples and you hear the splattering sound of droplets.

"C'mere", he speaks in a raspy voice and opens his arms in your direction. Your stomach turns flustered and you sit up as well, which must look weird with your foot still resting on the edge of the bathtub, while scooting closer to him.

"Turn around", he breathes and you slip around awkwardly with him helping you, until you sit with your back to him and feel his arms wrap around you.

"Alright."

At first you're distracted by his hands holding onto your naked body.

And by the fact that you're sitting between his legs.

But everything physical becomes a side issue quickly once he begins talking to you.

"I've never told you 'bout my family, right?", he breathes with his chin resting on your shoulder and you gulp. "No."

You feel him breathe more deeply as he releases one arm from your stomach and instead uses it to stroke your wet hair over your shoulder.

"Well, actually I'm pretty lucky with them, I can't really complain. My parents always made sure I'm doing good, and turning into a good person... Kinda worked out, I guess."

You hear the smile in his voice and can't help but giggle, tenderly leaning back into him and resting your head back onto his shoulder, as a small sign of your agreement.

Then both of his arms wrap back around you as he sighs and eventually continues talking next to your ear.

"But the thing is, they don't understand what I'm doing with my life at the moment. Right now it's all... a bit complicated..."

He slightly presses his lips to your shoulder as he seems to be in thought and you breathe deeply and wait patiently, until he raises his head again.

"My parent's ain't really part of that social media world... especially my mom... she still has this classic picture in her head of me doing a normal job, wearing a suit and sitting in some sort of office or meeting..."

You can't help but smirk a bit at the image of Jacob in a suit doing an office job, which basically isn't meeting the picture at all that you've painted of Jacob so far.

His voice sounds much more calm and relaxed than normally as you're sitting in the bathtub together with him telling you about those personal things.

It's such a beautiful sound.

You could listen to him forever and forget about anything else while you're at it.

If only what he's telling you wasn't a little sad.

"And once Tiktok kinda blew up and I quit my job as a substitute teacher to fully focus on social media, I kinda got in an argument with her because she didn't understand why I'm doing it."

He rests his head against yours and snuggles into the crook of your neck as he breathes out a bit frustrated. "I've explained to her that it's a job as well and I really see potential to be successful with it, but she was just really skeptical. And she still is."

You nod a bit. "I see", you breathe to let him know you're listening.

"And you know my mindset", he emphasizes determined, "I wanna work hard to achieve my dreams and become successful with it. To proof all the people wrong who doubt me. And that's also kinda coming from the fact that my family..."

"Is doubting what you're doing.", you end his sentence for him thoughtfully, as you really become aware of it for the first time. And you feel him nod. "Yeah something like that."

Suddenly a lot of things make sense.

From his almost relentless mindset to fight for his dreams, to the fact that he's never talked about his family much.

"That's tough. You probably feel misunderstood, do you?"

"U-huh", he hums, "And I do know they only mean well. But at some point you kinda start doubting everything.", he sounds a bit humorous, but you notice the vulnerability in his voice, "Including yourself."

You feel him nod.

"And then, on Wednesday, 'twas my moms birthday. The whole family having dinner together once again."

Suddenly his wall seems to crumble a bit as he opens up to you more and more.

"Typical situation when everybody's coming together after months. You talk about what the kids are doing and well... take a wild guess what the number one topic was."

You make a worried face as you just listen and supportively put your hands on his arms holding you.

"Jacob and Tiktok. And why I'm not doing something meaningful. That all of it ain't real and the success with the videos can't be taken seriously. That I'm supposed to do some real work instead of hanging around on my phone and in front of the mirror."

"Wow", you breathe in disbelief as you can totally emphasize with him.

He does tell it with a pinch of humor and the statements sound absurd, yet you can very well imagine how hurtful the situation must have been to hear those things from your relatives.

On your own mothers' birthday.

He sighs a bit overwhelmed and then sounds more collected again as he eventually completes his story.

"Yeah well. Anyways, so that's why I was over it once the night ended."

You thoughtfully stroke his arm until your hand lands on his, which is still attached to your waist.

"And then you texted me you wanted to get away", you slowly put all the puzzle pieces together.

He nods, before he slowly loosens his hand from your body to take yours instead.

"I just wanted some distance from it all. Distraction... a change of scene."

Your fingers entwine.

"I didn't even know if I should be supportive of what I'm doing anymore, or if my family's somehow... right, after all, you know?"

You nod understandingly.

"Must be weird...", you think about it more intensely once again.

He tenderly kisses your neck for a second. "You can say that again."

"When on one hand you get celebrated by complete strangers for something that's not actually the real you... and then on the other hand your family, who should know you better than anyone else, doesn't believe in what you're doing.", you summarize.

"Yeah.", he breathes, surprised about your very fitting wording, "Just complete mindfuck."

"Well you'll find your way", you comfort him him with honest words, "I'm not worried about that when it comes to you."

You don't see how he smiles about this small, encouraging statement from you.

But you feel how he affectionately kisses your shoulder.

Before he curiously asks; "What about you by the way? Where're you going after your study?"

And you just sigh slightly overwhelmed and lean a bit more into him, into his protecting arms.

That's a topic you just love avoiding as well.

"Ask me something easier. I'm really a bit lost at the moment."

You feel him laugh a bit. "Yeah well that makes two of us."

"But you know what?", you then whisper thoughtfully, while staring at the wall in front of you which is illuminated by the warm light from the bedroom, "That's okay. We got so much ahead of us in life. We're allowed to feel lost from time to time."

"Right."

His arms wrap tighter around your upper body as he buries his head in the crook of your neck with a sigh and you feel his lips there.

You close your eyes enjoying the feeling and you notice how silence emerges between you and you're back to communicating in body language instead.

His hands start to wander and his lips kiss you slowly and tenderly along your neck up to the spot under your ear where it feels tingly, drawing a soft gasp from you.

You feel his hot breath in combination with the warm water in which you lay and even if you can't look at him during it, it feels good how his hand caressingly travels deeper, towards your center.

You gulp audibly as you let the back of your head fall onto his shoulder and squirm under his grip, until his fingers reach the bundle of nerves between your legs and touch you there.

He's breathing more heavily himself while kissing your neck again and as his fingers start to draw circles to stimulate you with it a bit.

Enamored, you slightly move your hips against him and hold onto the edge of the tub with one hand to stabilize yourself.

You sigh softly while closing your eyes and resting your head against his.

He takes his time with it and keeps up the same movement for a while, with the same rhythm and pressure so you can really relax into it and slowly grow more and more aroused in his arms.

His other hand is still wrapped around you, holding your breast and massaging it rather absentmindedly, while your second hand reaches behind you into his neck and pulls his hair softly to show him that you like what he's doing.

At some point, when your mind almost goes blank with you floating on some kind of cloud, he suddenly stops with the circular motions and instead flattens his palm to start  rubbing over your center with more pressure. You moan in surprise as the water around you almost splashes over because you lose your grip and slip downwards in his arms.

He immediately pulls you back up and towards himself and keeps you in a strong grip so you can't slip away while his lips find your neck again.

That's when you feel his erection on your back for the first time. Right above your ass.

He's extremely turned on himself by the situation.

Originally you wanted to take care of him after all.

But once again you find yourself in his arms, realizing it's the other way around.

Once again he's taking care of you first.

You come first.

With his next move his hand travels further downwards and two of his fingers curve and sink into you.

You moan to yourself quietly as he's now slowly starting to thrust his fingers into you while rubbing his palm over your center.

Your face eventually turns to him and your lips euphorically press against his jaw as he's sitting behind you open mouthed and breathing heavily, enjoying the situation just as much as you are.

He slowly picks up the speed of his fingers and you hollow your back to turn around in his arms just enough so you can kiss his lips and look at him a bit, at which you entangle him in a messy kiss. But you rather quickly break away from his lips again with a moan and instead lean back against his shoulder.

He starts to plunge his fingers into you more forcefully and quickly and you feel the bubbling sensation spread dangerously fast in your lower abdomen as you close your eyes in ecstasy.

"Ahh fuck...", you pant overwhelmed, "Jacob, I... I think I'm gonna..."

"It's alright, it's alright", he kisses you encouragingly, "Don't worry, I've got you"

He plays with your nipple while his other hand keeps getting quicker and your own hand hectically grasps onto his to help with his movements.

And for the moment you don't care about the water almost spilling out of the tub.

Even as, in the heat of the moment, your injured foot dips into the water at one point, you don't really feel it because your senses are way too focused on Jacobs touch.

Panting, you squirm under his grasp as your body frantically searches for the release and your eyes roll back as he keeps the powerful pace of his thrusts. By now his tempo is so perfect that it's driving you crazy.

Your hand frantically grips his full hair to find support somewhere, anywhere. 

"Ahh, ahhh, Jacob!", you almost don't recognize your own voice anymore, sounding hoarse and high and echoing through the bathroom and you feel how dangerously close you are to your own limit.

You try to delay it a little because you don't want this feeling of laying in his arms to stop at any time, but Jacob notices how your body is contracting under his grip.

"Come", he hoarsely pants into your ear before he finds his own voice again and speaks to you more directly to spur you on, "Come... it's alright, let go... I've got you."

And those few words from his mouth are the final straw that tips you over the edge.

You moan in ecstasy as your body tenses and your muscles convulse in waves, while a firework explodes in your body.

Your center pulsates around his fingers and you move against him frantically and clenched as he keeps spoiling you with his hand until you slowly come down from your high in his arm.

Your panting slowly goes back to just heavier breathing until Jacob kind of shakily breathes out against your neck and kisses your shoulder as he releases his hand from your center.

"Fuck", you whisper overwhelmed and let the back of your head once again fall against his shoulder as you slowly open your eyes again and still kind of see stars in the dark room.

"That was..."

You can't find words because your brain isn't quite functioning the way it should, yet. So instead you laugh overwhelmed and Jacob joins in.

Then you feel him squirm around a bit behind you, groaning softly and you become aware again of what has been pressing against your back this entire time.

After you're getting a bit more clear in the head, you put your arms onto the edge of the bathtub and sit up a bit to eventually open up the drain and let out a bit of the water.

As you turn around to him, he's leaning in the curve of the bathtub, observing you curiously and with a tensed jaw.

You smirk and scoot closer to him on your knees before situating yourself between his legs.

Time to return the favor.

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Authors Note:

Here you go. One Xtra large part Jacob fucking Rott. 🥵🔥

When I originally wrote this chapter in German, I wrote it quite efficiently in one night because it was kinda nice to create an entire chapter of intimate togetherness and uhh, ✨quality time✨ 😁

Sorry it's gotten so long. (Not sorry. 😜)

Random Fun Fact:

I've listened to 'Forever' by Labrinth on a loop while writing this chapter. ☺️ It was low-key magic. So if you wanna have the full vibe & experience, listen to it while reading. It fits extremely well in my opinion. ✨

It was also kind of important for the plot to get to know Jacobs background at some point.

(To be clear here: this is all completely fictional and has nothing to do with the actual person or his family!)

Because in the story Jacob had a reason/motivation as well to even want to get out of Frankfurt in the first place.

So basically they're all kind of escaping their problems and everyday life on this vacation. Relatable, right?

I'm curious to hear your thoughts about this chapter. ☺️

Can't wait to read your comments & don't forget to vote since it's the biggest motivation for me to finish this English version quickly :)