seeing xavier play beach volleyball and being absolutely enamored at him in shorts so you hide all his pants and replace his entire drawer with 5 inch inseam shorts and slut him out , he doesn’t complain even when he’s cold and trying to hide the fact
“your sweats are in the back of the closet” you finally admit, xavier doesn’t move a muscle, even with the goosebumps on his skin. “xav? aren’t you cold?”
“you can always keep me warm, right my star?” the glint in his eyes makes you gulp, heat pooling between your legs. your eyes glance at his thighs, muscles flexing as he takes a step towards you, honeyed skin stretching on and on under the small shorts.
you can only reply with a small whimper that makes its way out of your throat, xavier smirks. yeah, he wasn’t planning on changing the wardrobe you’d assigned him any time soon.
a/n: infold showed me xavier’s thighs and I’ve been bricked ever since