Later that night, you cooked the first meal in your new house. Well, new to you at least since Bucky's been living here for years. You made fettuccine Alfredo, one of your favorite meals that you remember your mom making for you growing up. You talked to both your parents as soon as everything was settled and your dad was worried while your mom was more than happy for you.
Bucky sat impatiently at the fancy glass dining table, complaining how hungry he was and how he was going to starve to death.
"You're soooo dramatic." you sighed, dragging out the two last words. "I'm a growing boy, okay? I need food!" he whined and you chuckled.
"It's literally almost done, baby. Maybe you could set the table in the meantime?" you asked.
"I don't ever set the table when I eat-"
"And you don't usually sit at the table at all. Things are gonna work a little differently around here, Buck."
"And I'm totally cool with that." he said, putting his hands up in defense. You laughed again, stirring the pot on the stove. Alpine was sitting on the counter next to you, and you gave her a few pats on the head every once in a while.
Bucky opened the upper cabinets and grabbed the plates and glasses, setting them down on the counter before closing the cabinet and opening the drawer for silverware.
He then began to set the table, and you were quite impressed with the rockstar, he caught on quickly.
And finally, dinner was served. You also poured some wine into the glasses, and the two of you clinked them before taking sips.
"This looks great, doll." Bucky complimented and you blushed.
"Thanks. It's made from scratch, the same recipe my mom used."
Bucky dug into his meal right away, groaning lowly at the taste and you did the same. The two of you continued eating, drinking, and talking. You giggled as Bucky told his Alexa to play some slow dance song and he pulled you out of your chair. The two of you danced right there in the kitchen, in the dim light of the black iron chandelier above.
This had to be a dream, right? But no. It's real. It's all very real. He spun you around before bringing you close to him, your back flesh against his chest. You got deja vu from when you danced with him at the concert afterparty.
"We should go to bed, yes?" he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
You nodded with a 'mhm' and Bucky scooped you up, picking you up bridal style as he carried you out of the beautiful kitchen, up the grand staircase.
He opened the double doors to his glamorous master bedroom. You realized you haven't seen his bedroom yet, and you're a nerd for interior design. He laid you on the bed and climbed on top of you, kissing your neck, your collarbone, your lips, anywhere he could reach.
"Wait!" you blurted.
Your boyfriend looked down at you with concerned eyes. Until you started to smile, then he furrowed his brows in confusion.
"I haven't seen your bedroom before, can I pleaseeee take a tour?" you pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
The rockstar chuckled, "I think you mean our bedroom? And sure. Of course, dollface."
You squealed in excitement before sitting up in bed. You got up and stood by the doors, and looked around the room. Bucky did not mess around with the extras in this room. A big TV was mounted on the wall across from the bed, a fireplace underneath. A mini fridge next to a desk with a gamer PC setup.
The bed was on an elevated platform that was illuminated by the lightstrips on it. Then you looked straight ahead to see two frosted glass sliding doors separated the bathroom and closet area from the rest of the room. Bucky watched you admire his room, and he felt his heart flutter. He just found another thing you're passionate about.
You walked up to the sliding doors and opened them. A big mirror and long marble countertops with two sinks on either side braced the back wall. On the side was a water closet and a big shower. You then turned to the right to see the door to the walk-in closet. You opened it, and it was huge. Only one side was filled with Bucky's clothes. The other side is empty. Your boxes of clothes on the floor, neatly piled up against the white marble counter that resided in the middle of the room.
You felt giddy at the thought of putting your own clothes and shoes in there. Bucky came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you neck again making you giggle and squirm under his firm grip.
"So? Do you like it?" he asked, hopeful.
"Yes. Everything about your house, and bedroom, I love. I can't wait to explore some more. Also your shower? Probably one of the sexiest showers I've ever seen."
"Is that so?" he asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.You hummed in response.
Bucky spun you around to face him as he walked backwards, pulling you towards the shower. He opened the door and turned the handle, letting the water spray out from above.
"Well then, why don't you give it a try? With me, of course." he wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed. The two of you stripped your clothes and you were then pulled in the shower, and backed against the tile wall. He began to devour you and you felt his hard on against the inside of your thigh.
Bucky kissed down your neck towards your breasts, leaving dark hickey's in his place. You moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Then, he entered you. You gasped as he began to move at a slow pace, before speeding up again.
Before you knew it, he was pounding into you, making you moan loudly. The only sounds in the room were the shower, wet skin slapping, and loud moans.
You felt the coil tighten. Bucky knew you were close.
"Come on baby. Cum for me." he coaxed.
You clenched around him, and cried out.
"There you go, just like that. That's a good girl." he groaned before pulling out and finishing on your thighs. The two of you recollected your breaths, and then actually took a shower before hopping out. You dug in your box of clothes for your pajamas. You made a mental note to unpack them tomorrow.
You walked out in Mean Girls pajamas, which consisted of a soft t-shirt and soft pajama pants. Bucky was just in his boxers. You'll have to get used to how he sleeps. Bucky got under the covers and held his arms out to you. The light was dim, because his nightstand lamp was the only light source in the room.
"Come to bed, Y/n." he whispered. You crawled onto the bed, into his arms. The two of you got under the covers and he turned the light off.
You haven't slept that well in ages.
A/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! As you can see I really enjoyed describing the house, especially the bedroom since I love interior design!

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Fanfiction(Rockstar!Bucky x Reader) You're just here to visit your friend, not to be flirted with by the lead singer of one of the biggest rock bands in the world