Shawn Mendes Imagines

First Time (Vampire)

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You had been laying on your couch with Shawn for the last two hours trying to distract yourself with movies but it wasn't working. And the harder you tried to get your mind off of what you'd been mulling over, the easier it was for Shawn to see right through you. You never had the best poker face, and but Shawn never pushed. He'd let you come to him when you were ready and was always careful to make you feel safe.

But sometimes you just looked so cute, concentrating on not letting him on he had to pry.

"What's on your mind, Dove?" He smirked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You look up at him, with a tight-lipped smile. You always loved the nickname, it did nothing but make you melt and he never missed an opportunity to take advantage.

"Nothing."

"I can see it on your face, you're thinking. What's going on?"

"It's weird. I don't even know why I was thinking about it."

He shifted the two of you, pulling you off his chest, and taking both of your hands in his. He hated when you hide things from him, especially when he could tell it was something making you anxious.

"Honey, what is it?"

"Why don't you want to feed from me?"

There it is.

The one thing that's been nagging at the back of your mind for months now. You weren't sure how you were going to bring it up, but blurting it out in the middle of a Rom-Com marathon was not ideal.

Regardless, this conversation was bound to happen. You'd never been with a vampire before and he'd never been with a human, so the two of you figured things out as you went along. This though was something you'd learned on your own and had been thinking about it since you'd read about it.

"Do you not want to? Is it me?" You asked just above a whisper.

"What, no! I'd love - of course, I do."

"Then why don't you?"

The thoughts crossed his mind countless times. When he first met you, it was all he could think about. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have you. Really have you. But he never asked, never suggested even. You'd been with Shawn in every way a couple could be together except for this.

"It's um....it's quite an intimate thing."

"Oh."

"Not that I wouldn't want to share that with you. Because I would. Believe me but I -" He rushes, pulling you closer to him.

"What?"

"I don't want to hurt you. Or scare you."

"Shawn I've seen you're fangs before."

"This is different." He mumbles gnawing at his bottom lip.

It's would be him showing you who he really was, his most...animalistic. He's beyond the five stages of grief about being a vampire. But there were still some things he liked to pretend weren't there, he wanted to hang on to as much of his humanity as he could, especially with you.

Decades ago he'd reserved himself to being alone for the rest of his existence, told himself that he didn't care what humans thought of him, that they didn't need to know who he was. But when he met you, he found it impossible to keep it from you. He wanted you to know everything, at least for the most part. Everything else you know, the details of what it means to be a vampire is from what people say in the news or the internet. And he didn't mind that. It wasn't always the most reliable source but he didn't want to have to explain to you the extent of his true nature. He'd had terrible experiences in the past with humans finding out what he was and he couldn't bare the thought of your opinion of him changing. And no matter how many times you assured him that there was nothing he could do that would scare you off, he was terrified of losing you.