this is a gentle ask for Hui in deep subspace, bonus points for tears and maybe even moving into aftercare?
I almost apologized for how short this was before remembering it was a drabble.... still, I'm sorry :( I get so nervous when writing Hui nowadays bcs people used to say I wrote him well lol
Warnings: subspace (selective mutism), tears
He's shaking, face flushed and eyes glassy, looking at nothing. Tears litter his cheeks, make insistent tracks down his face and collect in his collarbones. You taste them on your tongue as you kiss reverently at his face, run your fingers through his hair before letting them dance a light slide across Hui’s jawline, thumb caressing his cheek, smoothing underneath his eye and across the bridge of his nose.
"I'm here, Hwitaek. What do you need?"
Sometimes he doesn't say anything in response, just looks at you with a wide, open gaze - this is one of those times, his lips parting and then shutting like the words were stolen from him before he could utter them. You can see the steadily mounting fear in his eyes, the discomfort at being cognizant but either not knowing how to verbalize how he felt or not being able to.
"Sweetheart -" You're quick to interject, draw his attention back to you. "I'm going to go get you something to drink, and when I get back we can start cleaning you up. Because, honestly Hwitaek, you are a beautiful mess right now. Is that alright?"
He flushes at your comment but nods (and it's not like you were lying either, his body is a mess of sweat and lubricant and cum, now with tears added into the mix.)
It takes you less than a minute but he reaches for you the instant you enter the room again, pulls you against him and completely disregards the glass in your hand. You laugh softly and allow him as much skin to skin contact as he wants, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.
"I'm back now. You're safe, and so loved. You know that, right?"
You're not expecting anything other than a head nod, but he murmurs the softest "yes" against your side, one word filled with infinite trust.
I watched that recent video pentagon posted of hui and got so sad... for the drabble thing, maybe something about making him cum so he can fall asleep? And reassuring him that he's doing enough or something?? Idk, it just made me sad and now I want to see him spoiled TToTT
Me too, anon..... I love him so much and just want him to be happy :(
Warnings: handjob
You can tell he's tired - it's beyond obvious now that he's let his head drop to rest against your shoulder, but even before it was apparent. There's a type of very specific tension to his shoulders that you recognize, the kind he only gets when he's trying to sleep but just can't turn his brain off long enough to do so.
"I've been trying to sleep for the past half hour, but.." Hui's voice is soft, thick, exhausted, and he sighs softly as you shift him in your arms so you can rub at the back of his neck. "I keep thinking of all the things I should be doing, but I'm too tired to actually do any of them well."
"Mhm?" You keep your own voice soft, can feel the way he shivers at the low sound near his ear.
"And now I'm bothering you." ..Ah. So it was one of those nights then, where he was convinced he wasn't doing enough and was just being a nuisance to everyone because of it.
"You're not bothering anyone, sweetheart. If I hadn't wanted to come over then I wouldn't have come, you know that." He's curled up against you, eyes still shut but not truly relaxed in any sense of the word, and it hurts your heart to see. "Do you want a distraction, Hwitaek? Would that help?"
"..It has before, but you don't have -" He cuts himself off with a soft sigh when you reach down to palm him through his underwear. He's already half-hard and you wonder how much of that was just from being near you in his own bed.
"You're right, I don't have to do anything, but I want to. I want to make you feel good, Hui. I want to make you cum, want you to stop overthinking everything in that pretty little head of yours. I know it's hard for you, but just relax and let me take care of you for right now, okay baby?" The entire time you've been speaking he's been getting steadily more worked up under your touch, soft noises escaping his throat every now and then.
"Mmn.." It's not really much of a response, but you know it's the closest to an agreement that you'll get - when you duck your head to press your lips against his he returns the kiss gratefully, slowly beginning to relax. He's already so sensitive from being so tense for the past half hour that you're not at all surprised to feel him already leaking when you slip your hand under the waistband to wrap around him fully, skin on skin. It's only been a few minutes but you have a feeling he's close already, confirmed when he murmurs a shaky "gonna cum" against your neck.
"Go on, darling. I've got you." That's all it takes for him to spill over your fist, moans quiet and thick in his throat. By the time you've cleaned your hand he's already leaning on you more heavily, clearly almost asleep already.
"Thank you. I love you." It's more like one long word instead of five separate ones, mumbled and sleep-laced, but you press a kiss to his forehead anyway.
