Steve Rogers

Your past relationship was... horrible.

You were constantly being pressured by your ex. You're a virgin, and your ex hated that. He constantly overstepped boundaries and didn't stop when you said stop. He never penetrated you, but he touched you non-stop, telling you that it was your right to give him what he wanted.

Eventually, the bastard cheated. Which you weren't surprised about. But it still hurt...

After that relationship, you told yourself that you'd never lose your virginity. That you'd never subject yourself to such torture... and then you met Steve...

Steve was so... gentle with you.

He never touched you sexually, and when he placed a hand on your body, he'd ask before he did. He never groped you or was rough with you. Never. He was a gentleman...

You had never been treated so perfectly before. Steve would open doors for you, pull out your chair for you, offer massages if you were in pain, took care of you when you were sick, showered you with attention and compliments... he was just so fucking sweet.

And the cuddles... hoo, baby, the cuddles were EVERYTHING.

He'd hold you all night. Never ONCE pushing you away. Even if he was in an uncomfortable position, if you were asleep, he wouldn't move. When you woke up and tried to get out of bed but he was still sleepy, he'd pull you back in and make a small, playful, closed-mouthed grunt. It always made you giggle when you'd protest about having to get up or use the bathroom, only for his response to be a grunt, or a quiet "no". And the more you giggled, the more he'd refuse to let you go.

You'd ask when you'd be able to get out of bed, for his response to be "When I'm dead". You'd tell him you needed to get ready for his response to be "Nuh-uh". But eventually, he would let you go. Only when you told him you had to do what you needed to do.

After your months and months of being together, you started to become more comfortable with him. And it was about a year before you let him touch you intimately. A whole year, yet Steve didn't seemed to mind at all. It was almost as if he could go his entire life being with you without being intimate once... and you loved him for that.

After bringing up the fact you wanted to be intimate with him but not fully just yet, he was beyond respectful with you.

He NEVER touched you without consent, always asking if he was hurting you or if what he was doing was okay every five seconds. You two had went through some mutual masturbation and oral a few times, and it was VERY clear that Steve was a giver, not a receiver.

Unlike your ex, Steve hated dirty-talk. He was never explicit with you, never degrading or insulting. He was all about praise. Calling you all sorts of sweet pet names, encouraging you and helping you through your orgasms; never demanding you outright to cum. He guided you through it and praised you the whole time, giving you a bunch of kisses through and after. And speaking of aftercare...

Steve was OBSESSED with aftercare.

He always scooped you up and snuggled with you for a few minutes after until your breathing steadied, then he'd carry you to the bathroom and start up a hot bath for you. He'd get in the bath with you and hold you in the water, petting your hair and praising you and sweet-talking you.

It was another six months before you started thinking about having your first time... and one day, you decided that you wanted to try. So as you and Steve were in bed, snuggling, Steve stroking your hair, you decided to tell him.