Coffee and Cashmere
Yandere femboy x implied chubby reader
Very long fic, sorry!!!
TW: homophobia/kind of transphobia, murder, stalking, creepy behavior, slight NSFW
Your half empty coffee cup sloshes precariously as you run down the hall, frantically looking for your next class. You had already taken three wrong turns and ended up in a completely different building which is what led you to this rushed and panicked state.
Taking a sharp turn your body collides into someone else, knocking you both to the ground with your coffee cup flipping out of your hand in a perfect arc and landing directly on top of the person's head.
You gasp, hastily pushing yourself up onto your knees and reaching out to help “I’m so sorry, I promise that wasn’t intentional.” you grimace as you watch your coffee slowly seep into the girls baby pink shirt “Oh god, I totally messed up your outfit.” you grab her wrist and tug her back the way you came, remembering that you passed a bathroom.
“No, wait!” you pull her inside the girls bathroom and immediately begin rummaging in your backpack “I’ve got a spare shirt, it might be too big but you’ll still look super cute in it.” she fidgets nervously, a bright pink blush dusting her face. You coax her inside an empty stall and you hand her the spare shirt “Here, change into this and I’ll help get the coffee out before it stains!” she hesitates before taking the shirt from you, her hands trembling “What’s your name by the way?” you ask, hoping to help her relax a bit “Eden.” her voice is so quiet you have to strain to hear it “That’s a pretty name!” she doesn’t respond.
“I’m really sorry if I embarrassed you. I’m kind of scatterbrained right now and I should’ve paid more attention to where I was going.” you say as she locks the door behind her, there’s some rustling sounds and she drapes the coffee covered shirt over the top of the door “If I can’t get the coffee out then I’ll pay for a new one or try to get the stain out at home, sound good?” you begin scrubbing the shirt in the sink, pumping a few handfuls of soap into your palms and vigorously kneading it into the fabric. The stall unlocks and the girl comes back out, arms tucked around herself “You don’t have to do all that.” you wave her off “It’s perfectly fine, It was my mistake so I’d feel bad if I didn’t help.” she adjusts the shirt, the collar slipping down over her shoulder.
“Sorry about the size, I usually keep a change of clothes for when I go to the gym and I like my clothes to be baggy so it’s less itchy.” you wring out the shirt, holding it up to the light “Hey! It’s like it never happened!” you turn to the girl “Do you have more classes today? I’d hate to make you carry a soggy shirt around all day.” she shakes her head, very clearly nervous “Alrighty then, here you go.” she takes it gingerly “Here, I can give you my number so you can let me know if there’s still a stain after it dries!” you scribble your phone number on a post-it note you had in your pocket and hold it out to her.
She glances between you and the note “This way it’s up to you whether or not you want to reach out.” she finally takes it “I’d be super pumped if you messaged me! I haven’t made any friends yet, I just moved here a few months ago when I got accepted to college.” you pull your backpack over your other shoulder “Well, I won’t keep bothering you, so you can head home. I hope to see you again!” you wave and head out, content with being late.
It wasn’t necessarily intentional, it was honestly just an overwhelming amount of anxiety that made him duck behind corners and trail after you like a skittish mouse. He fully intended on returning the shirt you had let him borrow but the embarrassment of you mistaking him for a girl and just how sweet you were was enough to make his heart pound so hard he felt like he’d pass out.
But he followed you down one hallway, then another and suddenly he was following you home. He almost collapsed when it dawned on him how far he had stalked you, knees shaking at his very creepy behavior.
And yet…
He chews on his bottom lip, an odd satisfaction swirling in his chest as he fidgets behind the tree, watching as you unlock your door and step inside. Your shirt still clutched in his hand. Maybe he’d hold on to it for just a bit longer.
A bit longer turned into two weeks, and the shirt turned into a pillowcase. Again, it wasn’t intentional, it’s just that your perfume still lingered after he washed it and he couldn’t help but press his face against the soft fabric.
He still hadn’t worked up the courage to text you, though his fingers hovered over your name in his contacts. He had added an ungodly amount of cutesy emojis and changed your name to ‘my future wife’. Your name decorated in his notebook surrounded by hearts and ‘Mrs Ellis’ which made him giggle and kick his legs late at night in bed, like a lovesick teenager.
He sighs wistfully, doodling cute little chibi versions of you, tucked away in the back of the class “Oh hey! I know you!” he slams his notebook shut, cheeks neon pink at almost having been caught, his heart rate skyrocketing as he looks up and meets your gaze “I was worried when I didn’t hear from you,” he stares at you, pink lips parted in shock “I thought you might have been upset with me about the coffee.” he lurches up, shaking head head “Of course not!” you let out a sigh of relief “Thank god! Why didn’t you reach out then?” you almost pout, genuinely upset you didn’t get a message from a potential new bff.
Before he can respond, another classmate stalks up to you two scowling down at him “Is the freak harassing you?” the guy asks, making you side-eye the intruder “The fuck is wrong with you?” you shift your body to block the girl “Why the fuck would you call her a freak?” the guy snorts “That’s a dude, a creepy little femboy.” you freeze, processing “He probably didn’t tell you so he could perv on you!” he laughs, pointing at the trembling figure behind you.
You smack his hand away “Back off.” the guy stares at you, anger flashing across his face “Fucking lesbo.” he spits out before stalking off, the only thing stopping him from continuing his verbal onslaught was that the professor finally arrived.
“Are you okay?” you press your hand against Eden’s shoulder, his lithe frame shaking like a leaf “Sit down, take a deep breath.” you glance at the front, hoping the professor doesn’t call you out as you tug an empty desk closer so you can sit next to him “I’m sorry.” he rubs his eye, smearing his mascara as he tries to stop his tears.
You coo softly, pulling out a micellar wipe packet from your bag “It’s okay, just take some deep breaths sweetheart.” you hold his face, carefully cleaning away the dark smudges under his eyes “I didn’t mean to lie to you.” he whimpers, unable to meet your gaze “Hey, it’s okay. It’s my fault for assuming, I put you in an uncomfortable situation.” you pull away, scratching your head awkwardly “Honestly, I didn’t even think boys could be as pretty as you.” his cheeks burn.
You think he’s pretty?
“I’m more used to douches like that.” you jerk your thumb towards the guy who had harassed you two a moment ago “I’m from a really small town so most guys use three-in-one shampoo and think washing their face is stupid.” you study his face, leaning so close it makes Eden’s breath hitch “But you look like you’ve got a twenty step skincare routine and have multiple hair products.” you reach up to catch a lock of his silky hair between your fingers “And this color fits you so well.” he feels like he’s going to pass out, you’re being so touchy and saying such nice things, he feels so overwhelmed.
“Do you think you could recommend some good conditioners? I want my hair to be as soft as yours.” his hand clench on his thighs, the blush on his cheeks spreading “Shit! I’m sorry!” you jerk back, your eyes wide and apologetic “That was rude,” you sigh “It’s really unfair just how gorgeous you are.” you prop your head up on your hand, elbow on the desk “You’re literally angelic.” okay, he’s definitely going to pass out.
He keeps shooting you glances throughout the class, barely taking notes and more caught up with just how close you were sitting to him. He could feel the heat of your skin just an inch away from his legs. Eden has to turn away, forcing himself to look out the window in order to calm down his racing mind. The urge to kiss you suddenly rearing up and taking over every last sane braincell in his head.
His every thought replaced by how pretty your lips look, how soft your hands were against his cheek, how warm your skin is, how full your waist is shaped.
He almost whimpers, the idea of sinking his teeth into your squishy thighs makes his eyes flutter closed.
I want to mark her pretty throat, I want everyone to know she’s mine.
That thought unleashes something raw and beastly inside him, the urge to claim you, keep you locked away from everyone else, force you to only pay attention to him.
“Psst.” he’s ripped out of his thoughts by your finger lightly prodding his arm “Do you want to hang out after class?” you whisper, smiling hopefully at him. Eden melts, nodding before he can even process what you asked, not that it matters, he would say yes to anything for you.
“Coffee? Or food?” you ask and he blinks slowly, his tongue tracing his lower lip where he bit down too hard “Food would be nice, I forgot to eat this morning.” you gasp, gaining the attention of a few classmates who glare at you “You have to take better care of yourself! We’re getting food the second class is over.” you scold him gently, making a bubbly warmth blossom in his chest.
She cares so much about me!
True to your word, you tug him out of the classroom the second the professor finishes, already listing off different options “There’s a great Mexican place close to here, and a fantastic Jamaican restaurant with the best pineapple curry I’ve ever had, or maybe burgers?” he’s so focused on your hand wrapped around his wrist that he can’t even think straight “Eden?” you halt right outside the building, looking at him concerned “Huh?” you giggle at his dazed expression “I asked what kind of food sounds good to you?” he hesitates.
What kind of food would she like? What should I say? What if she’s on a budget and I suggest something expensive?
A lightbulb goes off in his head, this was his chance to woo her, to win her over.
“There’s a really good sushi place I like to eat at, but it’s crazy expensive.” he mentally thanks god when your face falls “But since its my idea I’d pay!” you frown slightly “I’d feel bad letting you pay for me.” he beams “Don’t worry about it! I’m loaded so it wouldn’t even put a dent in my budget.” you quirk an eyebrow at him “Are you sure?” he nods excitedly, clasping his hands together in a pleading motion “I promise you that you’ll love it.” you purse your lips, thinking for a moment “Fine, but only on the condition that I pay for our next meal.” Eden is on cloud nine, you hadn’t even gone on one date and you’re already planning the next one?
He has no intention of allowing you to pay for even a dime, but agrees nonetheless, he’s sure to weasel out of that in the future, perhaps by goading you into trying more of his favorite expensive restaurants.
“We can take my car, that way we don’t get caught in the rain later.” you gasp “That’s smart! I forgot my umbrella at home anyway so that works perfectly.” he already knew you forgot your umbrella, he watched you shuffle through your backpack in a panic halfway through your walk to school and cursed yourself for your forgetfulness.
You stare wide-eyed at the sleek car parked in the private area he paid extra for “Woah…” you brush your hand over the hood, transfixed by the dark blue custom wrap, light glimmering off the sparkles “It’s such a pretty color.” you pull out your phone to snap a few pictures “I’m totally getting my nails painted to match this color.” Eden's knees buckle, he wasn’t much of a car guy but the idea of you choosing something that he owned as your nail color made his head fuzzy and a dopey grin to spread across his glossy lips.
He revels in you seated next to him as you adjust your seat to fit your height better, he won’t change it once you get out, it’ll be permanently fixed to your liking.
“Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” you ask, clicking in the seatbelt “No, I usually don’t do anything other than class.” he says, suddenly feeling nervous about his lack of social life, but you light up at that “We could hang out longer then? If you want?” you try your best to contain your excitement, not wanting to come off too strong but he matches your enthusiasm “That would be nice, maybe we could go to the arcade afterwards?” his voice trembles, shy and expecting rejection despite you being the one to initiate “I’d love too!” he feels his tension ease at your enthusiasm.
Eden slides his hand behind the headrest, craning his head around to backup, as he turns back around he catches you staring at him, your cheeks tinted pink. You jerk away, looking out the window. He frowns, confused, but shrugs it off.
His nerves are fried as he pulls into the parking lot of the sushi place, it was a short drive but an odd tension simmered in the air and he panics internally, worried he had done something wrong.
Before he can ask, you’re already out of the car and bouncing toward the front doors, urging him to catch up “Come on! I’m really excited to try it!” he trots after you, grateful he had opted for his mary janes instead of wedges so he wouldn’t look like a newborn deer teetering after you.
A waiter guides you both to a table, his eyes lingering on you longer than needed after giving you a menu. Eden’s knuckle pops from how hard he clenches his hands, jaw ticking as he stares down the waiter walking away “What’s your favorite thing to order?” the rage melts away the second he hears your voice “I’ve tried almost everything on the menu, but I usually order this.” he leans forward to tap the middle option, his hair spilling over his shoulder in a waterfall of soft strands. You’re so transfixed by his hair that it takes you a moment to look down at where his finger is.
Your eyes blow wide as you look at the price “Just how loaded are you?” he laughs as you hiss under your breath “The hoshi garei isn’t even the most expensive option, plus I’m paying so don’t worry about it.” you stare down at the menu, half of the items are listed at a higher price than what you normally pay for a full meal, let alone a tiny plate of sashimi.
“My treat.” your breath catches in your throat as you meet his gaze, his hands clasped under his chin and his head tilted, making him look more like a serene painting of an ethereal being, rather than a human sitting right in front of you.
Your moment is interrupted by the waiter returning with complimentary hand towels and a pot of tea “A delicious tea for a delicious girl.” he winks at you, turning away. Your lip curls down in a scowl, deeply unsettled by the interaction. Eden stares at you, irritation simmering in his gut.
How dare he even look at you, how dare he upset you, how dare he, how dare he, how dare he!
You give a dramatic shudder, playing off your discomfort “Some men, am I right?” you simply shake your head as if you’re used to it, making Eden’s anger bloom brighter and heavier. Suddenly the idea of his hands around the waiter's throat flashes through his mind, making him suck in a breath of shock.
Not shock from such a violent idea when he’s usually so quiet and passive, but shock for how good the concept felt. Disposing of anyone in his way, anyone who hurts you, anyone who makes you feel unsafe.
“Could you pick for me?” you pour a cup of tea, pushing it towards him before filling your own “I don’t know what I like and there’s so many options.” that heady feeling washes over him like a wave, the idea of you relying on him makes his knees weak “If you trust me to make a good decision, then sure.” you wave him off “I’d trust you with anything.” he drops his napkin onto his lap, his length suddenly throbbing, your blind trust in him causing his hormones to explode for the first time since he was a teen.
Eden does his best to stay collected throughout the meal, but you kept offering him the other half of your sushi when you didn’t like one and sharing your appetizer with him made his skin itch, he’s taken aback by his desperate thoughts, wanting to slot his lips against your so he can taste the inside of your mouth instead of being teased with the bites of fish that touched your lips.
Thankfully he stays calm, tamping down the urge to grovel on his knees and beg you to let him suffocate between your plush thighs.
Your mouth falls open when the check comes, only seeing a few digits before he snatches it away so you can’t feel guilty “I said it was my treat, if I need to show you my bank account to prove I can afford it I will, but you’re not allowed to fuss over the meal.” you frown, clearly feeling conflicted over the incredibly delicious but expensive choices “Plus, I picked everything out, it was my decision, not yours.” he offers you his hand, gently pulling you out of the booth and heading towards the cash register to pay.
You stare down at your locked hands, his fingers long and pale, nails perfectly trimmed and cuticles well maintained “Thanks for coming in, I hope to see you again.” you look up in time to see the same waiter wink at you as he hands you the receipt. Eden tugs you out of the restaurant, barely holding back from slamming the waiter's head into the cashier’s stand.
“Oh gross.” he freezes, slowly turning to face you, instead of staring at him in disgust like he expected, you’re holding the receipt with two fingers like it's contaminated with germs “He gave me his number.” your whole face is scrunched up, flapping the piece of paper aggressively “Get rid of it!” Eden doesn’t think twice, grabbing it and crumpling it up in a tiny ball then violently chucking it into the distance.
You shake your head “It’s like he didn’t even realize we were on a date.” he gapes at you, his mind running a mile a minute.
Wait, that was actually a date?
You slap your hand over your mouth when you see his expression “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean that!” your face is on fire and you couldn’t be more mortified, your inner thoughts slipping out without thinking twice. Eden takes a shaky step forward “Did you want it to be a date?” he looks so hopeful, eyes glossy and wide.
You nod hesitantly, terrified you read the situation wrong, he practically sags in relief, draping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you against him “Oh thank god, I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since you spilled coffee on me.” his voice cracks “You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” he grins and shakes his head "Definitely not.” you roll your eyes “Come on lover-boy, lets go to the arcade.”.
Eden can’t shake the smile off his face for the rest of the night, clinging to you all the way through the arcade, even as you both take turns winning each other stuffed animals and toys from the claw machines. His cheeks hurt by the time you wrap up the date with a photobooth session.
“We look so cute together!” you gush over your film strip, clutching it to your chest as you wander out of the arcade “We look good together.” he corrects quietly, staring down at his own copy. The last photo was his favorite, his cheek squished up against yours and both of you beaming at the camera.
“I had fun tonight.” he says nervously, shifting back and forth on your front step. You hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t ask for directions, too busy taking pictures of your film strip to post on your social media “I did too.” you reply, your hands tucked in your pocket “Do you maybe,” he pauses, fiddling with his hair “want to date?” he dares a peek at your face “I know it's fast, this is only the second time we’ve talked and all…” Eden is sure he’d combust if you said no.
“Like… boyfriend girlfriend?” you ask, rocking back on your heels, he nods and you fling your arms around his neck “Yes! Absolutely!” he can’t resist, having you so close makes him lose the last shred of control.
Eden tangles his fingers in your hair and kisses you hard and fast, knocking the breath out of you. The passion is overwhelming, making you clutch at the front of his sweater to stabilize yourself, feeling dizzy by the rush of adrenaline.
When you part you’re both gasping, Eden’s lipgloss transferring to your own lips, leaving you both sparkly and blushing “Wow.” he whispers, eyes wide “That was my first kiss.” he admits and you cover your mouth, shocked “I’m your first kiss?” he shifts away, suddenly aware of how vulnerable he was being “That’s so sweet Eden.” you pull him back down to you, seeking more from him and he complies without resistance.
“If you keep kissing me like that you’ll be my last kiss too.” he mumbles giddily against your lips, making your laugh quietly “I’d be okay with that.” you admit, giving him another soft kiss “Could I drive you to school tomorrow?” he asks after you finally pull away, worried about coming off as clingy “That would be perfect, then we can spend more time together.” Eden is completely and irreversibly in love with you.
He makes sure to wait until you’re inside with the door locked before he heads back to his car and driving away. That simmering rage roars to life without you next to him distracting him, keeping him settled.
His car is hidden in the shadows, parked away from prying eyes as he waits for the perfect moment.
There!
The waiter opens the back entrance, hauling two large kitchen garbage bins, struggling to hoist them over his head and into the dumpster being the building. Eden is silent, sneaking up behind the bastard, clamping his hand over the waiter’s mouth and slamming a knife into his gut, over and over and over until the man's body goes limp.
Eden’s chest heaves, a maniacal grin creeping across his face as he stares down at the body, a pool of blood slowly spreading. He watches for a moment, savoring the satisfaction of protecting you before pulling out his phone.
“I need you to clean up a mess.” he pulls his sweater over his head and drops it on top of the body, a bit upset that one of his favorite cashmere tops now needed to be discarded “Yes sir, send the address and I’ll send my men to deal with it.” being rich had its perks, which he planned to use to the fullest extent now that he had you.
Thankfully his skirt and undershirt were spared, he’d hate to have to walk back to his car in just his lacey underwear and shoes. Sure enough a few minutes later a black car pulls up, his father’s ‘fix-it man’ stepping out and surveying the scene “Goddamn Eden, what the fuck did you do?” he claps a hand on the younger man's shoulder, grimacing at the mess “He harassed my girl.” Eden says, almost proudly. The man’s eyebrows shoot up over his ray-bands “No shit? You’ve got a girl?” he grins like a proud dad “Congrats man! I was worried you’d be a loner forever! You’ll have to bring her over to meet us sometime.” Eden flushes under the praise “If things go well I’d like to have her over for dinner soon.” he admits, watching as the other men begin loading the body into a bag and erasing the evidence.
“Well if she’s good enough to catch your picky eye then I’m sure we’ll love her.” Eden earns another firm pat on the shoulder “Head on home kiddo, I’ll finish up here.” he waves goodbye and practically skips back to his car, already feeling lighter now that he had removed a nuisance from your life.
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