#KI.💌

[kiib0]

i_am_in_love. ♡

i press my finger to your pulse. is this the closest i can get? “then, where’s the closest you can get?” i ask.

you swiftly reach for some screwdrivers. the lab’s lighting glows a soft purple on your skin. your fingers are gentle and warm, wrapped around multiple wires. this is unsafe, but you know what you’re doing. you would never hurt me.

would you? i know the three laws of robotics, but what are the three laws of humanity? is there such a thing? then, how come i trust you so? there are no laws for the way you act, no calculations.

my fans work amazingly after you cleaned them. humans love gratitude. “thank you”, i say with a smile. “you’re welcome” is the calculated most common response.

oh…? you instead say nothing, looking away, a deep pink smearing your cheeks.

RESPONSE ADDED TO MEMORY BANK.

POSSIBLE_RESPONSES_TO_”THANK YOU”:

+ NEW! “Shyly Looks Away In Silence”

you’re quite unpredictable, sometimes. it’s not so bad, though.

i would decay without you. it is a simple truth - i cannot run my own maintenance. “any human with enough knowledge could do it,” you shrug.

no. i want you to do it. always.

i press my finger against your breast, watching as it sinks. you sigh and close your eyes - a display of pleasure and enjoyment.

you cannot touch me that way anywhere. do i still bring you pleasure?

is it the act, or the actor? the feeling, or the one who evokes it?

i do not understand emotions as well as you do. i suppose it is a byproduct of robot emotions - completely unnatural, unpredicted responses to certain commands, is how i understand it. where a non-feeling robot would commit to every human’s wish, a sentient robot will only obey one it trusts. here, “trust” is an unprogrammed response to stimuli, one that is generally unintended and unwanted by the programmer.

it is less than a virus, and more than a glitch. is it… evolution?

whatever it may be, i am happy. “happy” is not natural for a robot to be. yet, you love it. you are no typical human, either. i have noticed how the others frown when you speak. it is unjust. you have a beautiful soul.

perhaps that is why i am here. to make you feel loved. to make you feel… undifferent. i am not a human, and you are not a robot, but we may as well be one and the same.

i love you, and no matter how many debugs are run on me, no matter how many updates i go through, no matter how many shutdowns — i know that will never change.

i love you, no matter how forbidden it is. 

[lynbels]

29 mr nishimuraaaaaa

whiplash (m)

#29 You tease the quiet boy in your friend group too far, and he snaps—fucking you hard enough to make you cry and then cuddling you like nothing happened.

niki x reader · prompt request list

synopsis: You thought teasing the quiet boy in your friend group was harmless—until Ni-ki finally snapped, fucking you hard enough to make you cry, then pulling you into his arms like nothing ever happened. ✉️ 980wc - ‼️ friends to lovers, size kink, rough sex, crying kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, aftercare, quiet boy snapping, bratty teasing, manhandling, creampie

📝: niki manhandling me pls

Ni-ki was always the quiet one in your friend group—stoic, reserved, always watching but rarely talking. It wasn’t that he was shy, necessarily, just… too chill to participate in the chaos. The rest of the group was a walking circus: Woonhak always yelling, Sungho deadpanning, Jaehyun micromanaging everyone’s snack bags, and you, the mouthy one who never shut up. Especially around Ni-ki.

“Do you even speak?” you snorted one day while everyone was lounging around in Leehan’s basement, half-buzzed on soda and sleep deprivation. Ni-ki just glanced at you, face unreadable, while the others burst out laughing.

“That’s not fair,” Riwoo piped up between bites of seaweed chips. “He talks. Just not to you.”

“Ouch.” You clutched your chest mock-dramatically. “I’m offended. Actually, I think I’m his favorite. He’s just playing hard to get.”

Ni-ki didn’t say a word. Just kept sipping his drink with that same maddening calm.

But you liked getting a rise out of him. Over the next few weeks, the teasing escalated.

“Blink twice if you’re real.”

“You’re like an NPC, you know that?”

“I bet your phone autocorrects everything to ‘k.’”

He never snapped. Not once. Not even when you flicked a popcorn kernel at him across the couch and it landed in his hoodie.

But something changed the night of Jaehyun’s birthday party. The group had rented a karaoke room, and somewhere between terrible rap verses and awful renditions of ballads, you and Ni-ki ended up sitting alone in the hallway. The others had gone back in to sing “Love Dive” at full volume.

You nudged his arm with your shoulder. “You know, if you ever decide to speak to me, I might faint.”

Silence.

“Like, actually. Flat on the floor. Need CPR and everything. Might be your only chance to touch me.”

And that’s when it happened.

He turned. Looked you dead in the eye. And said, “You should shut the fuck up for once.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious,” he said, voice low and calm—too calm. “You act like you want attention, but I don’t think you’re ready for what happens when you actually get mine.”

Oh.

Oh.

You weren’t expecting him to stand up, take your hand, and lead you down the hall like it was nothing. Weren’t expecting to end up shoved against the wall of an empty storage room, lights dim, his hoodie off and jaw clenched.

“Still think I’m an NPC?” he asked, fingers already under your skirt.

“Ni-ki—”

“Be quiet,” he said again, this time pressed against your ear. “You’ve been talking all month. Time to listen.”

And listen you did.

To the sound of your own whimpers as he bent you over a forgotten couch, shoved your panties aside, and fucked into you like it was something he’d been planning—mapping out in that silent mind of his for weeks.

“You always run your mouth,” he muttered, pulling your head back by your hair just enough to kiss your throat. “So loud. Always poking me like I’m not gonna do anything.”

“You never—ah—said I had to stop—”

Ni-ki didn’t hesitate. One of his large hands gripped your waist, the other fisting in your hair, forcing you to arch your back just enough. You barely managed a breath before he shoved the thick head of his cock against your entrance, pressing in hard.

The stretch made your mouth fall open in a silent gasp. He didn’t ease you into it—he drove himself inside you all at once, splitting you wide open on his cock in one rough, overwhelming thrust. Your nails dug into the couch cushions, back bowing under the sudden, brutal pressure.

“Fuck—Ni-ki—” you whimpered, the force of it nearly knocking the air from your lungs.

He wasn’t gentle. His hips slammed into yours over and over, heavy, relentless, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. His cock pounded deep inside you, thick and hot, making your pussy spasm around him with every brutal stroke. Each thrust forced needy, broken sounds from your lips, louder than you could even think to control.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, spilling over when he fucked you harder, chasing the tight clench of your walls around him. You cried—not just from the stretch, but from the pure overwhelming feeling of being used and filled so perfectly, so completely, you couldn’t even think straight.

“You wanted attention, right?” Ni-ki growled low against your ear, voice a deep, dangerous rumble. His hand slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing fast, brutal circles over your swollen clit. “Take it.”

You sobbed, legs trembling uncontrollably under the weight of him, mind blank from how good it felt, how rough he was giving it to you. Every part of you was reduced to raw sensation: the thick drag of his cock splitting you open, the helpless clenching of your cunt around him, the burn in your thighs from how hard he kept you pinned in place.

Your orgasm hit you like a slap, sudden and devastating. You wailed his name, body convulsing, squeezing tight around him as he fucked you through it mercilessly. His pace grew frantic, sloppy, chasing his own release. With a broken, low groan, he slammed deep one last time and came inside you, cock pulsing thick spurts of hot cum against your walls.

Neither of you moved for a long moment, just breathing hard.

When you finally collapsed forward, boneless and dazed, Ni-ki gently pulled you onto his lap, his cock still buried inside you, softening slowly. His hands roamed your back soothingly, like he hadn’t just wrecked you five minutes ago.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice soft again, brushing a kiss to your temple.

You could only nod weakly, mind swimming.

He smiled faintly, arms wrapping tighter around you. “You talk too much,” he said, a little smug. “But I guess I like you anyway.”

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[twiishaa]

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ moments like these idol!riki x idol!reader, wc 365, for my love @daisynergy <3

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ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 IT was well into the night, the only lights in your room being your phone, and the light hum of the TV. riki walked in, turning a dim lamp on. “you’ll need those big fat glasses if you look at your phone in the dark,” he said as you blinked at the sudden ‘brightness’ of the room. letting out a groggy sound of acknowledgement, you turned to look at your boyfriend. “oh. hi,” you smiled and turned your phone off. riki watched as you yawned, noticing the glitter on your eyelids. “your show was like, hours ago. you still haven’t taken your makeup off?” suddenly remembering you still had your makeup on, you went to touch your eyelashes – as if to check. “come on,” riki peeled you off your sofa with one pull. “i guess i can help you,” he said, still holding on to your wrist as he dragged you to the toilet. “i can do it myself!” you yelped. but deep inside, riki wanted to do this for you. he adored the smaller, domestic moments between you; it brought him a sense of peace and he wouldn't trade it for anything. they only became more precious when you two were far– when one of you were on tour on the other side of the world, unable to see each other for months at a time, or when it was comeback season, and you both had schedules lasting into the night. for some reason, riki wasn’t satisfied with being the richest. sure– it was nice; but it was moments like this, when he’s taking his girlfriend’s makeup off, gently rubbing off the remnants of eye glitter and mascara, that riki longed for the most– that made him the happiest man in the world. “there,” riki whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. as you lifted your head to look at him and your eyes made contact, riki’s heart swelled with love, the wind knocked out of his lungs. riki wasn’t a hopeless romantic, nor was he a dramatic man, but he was sure that he was born to spend his life with you, to hold you in his arms forever.

note this is so self indulgent i WARNED YOUUU

[bbybearcubbs]

JUST TOOK MY HEART, RIPPED IT OUT MY CHEST AND STARTED PLAYING VOLLEYBALL WITH IT CAUSE WHY ON EARTH WOULD THEY DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA💔💔💔

[jungmeowz]

oh how they are so dearly loved and how much they’ve grown ahaha I’m so ill looking at this

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ LETTERS TO YOU!

💌 SYNOPSIS! : in which you write out your feelings towards your long time crush, jung sungchan, on a letter and slip it into his locker. unfortunately for you, the letter ends up with the wrong person, and you find yourself in a fake relationship with jake sim instead.

💌 03. HATERS = SUCCESS ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

MASTERLIST! | PREV! | NEXT!

🔖 TAGLIST: @legomaster333 @eternallyhyucks @sumzysworld @yuyita-rosier @remgeolli @dreamiestay @lovenha7 @enhastolemyheart @zaycie + ASK 2 B ON TG!

LYNNE’S NOTEZ🗒️: its picking up promise !!

[orimuraa]

Imagine a schools bad boy Riki with a soft schools good girl/nerd complete opposite styles dating how cute

:0 stop im so down bad for riki being a bad boy 😭💗 im adding this to my list right neow omgg

[meylovesmusic]

sometimes i think niki forgets that we have his childhood videos and picture

exactly omg 😭 he'll never escape it <3

and sometimes I forget that me and riki had the same energy as kids (it's that December 05 vibe I swear 💔)

[ni-kidaily]

Hello, i would like to inform you not to support a collab between Ni-Ki and RealestK! He is taking it too far; also, it's actually Management contacts Management. He constantly involves fans and posts about it every day! He is desperate for a collaboration and it seems like he is trying to use Ni-Ki for clout also He is asking us to contact Manager Yuki, which goes too far!! We want Ni-Ki to have a collab but professionally and with good people. RealestK is using engenes because he realized he can get engagement and now it's the only thing he is talking about and suddenly it's his dream to collab with Enhypen, really weird and embarrassing. He makes many engenes feel uncomfortable. Not to forget he is supporting troy lanez!! He didn't even know who Ni-Ki was before he posted the song, he is begging for attention. We WANT Ni-Ki to have a collab but not with someone like him!!! Posting once or twice about it, okay. But now it's every post, every day and it's a weirdo.

Since you are a ni-ki account and you're my favorite, i thought i'd let you know

Thank you for letting us know. We just posted a video about it, we didn't know the artist was taking it that far

[sunmisbf]

LETS GOOOOOOO #EVERGLOWFOREVER

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

पता नहीं क्यों लेकिन मुझे ऐसा लगता है की

कुछ किताबें अधूरी छोड़ देनी चाहिए,

ताकी कहानी में आगे का मोड़

आप खुद अपने सिरे से बना सके।

| shyam

[kiib0]

i love being your good bot! ♡

i love when you teach me new tasks, and i love, love, love hearing your praise when i do them right. i’m not the smartest, nor the most durable, but i would do anything for you! ^^ you are my favorite human, after all~ i love seeing your smile, and feeling all the ways your body moves when we’re snuggling. your body is so soft, so warm… mine is very warm, too. together, my fans’ whirring and your sighs & soft moans are like a symphony.

i get so glitchy around you! my reactions slow down, and i start to say random things, or repeat myself, or perform actions reminiscent of human fidgeting. you love that, though, and you always make sure to get even closer, touch me even harder, kiss me more and more… ♡

you’re the best. please never stop praising me! i was made for you, for your satisfaction, and for your happiness! i love to hear about how happy you are with my performance. i will always strive to be your good bot, so long as i am still functioning. ♡^^

[lynbels]

Niki no. 34?

#34. You sneak out in his shirt after a hookup, and he punishes you later by making you wear a remote-controlled toy during dinner with his friends.

💌: y’all ive been really busy these days so sorry if this isn’t as aesthetically pleasing as my other posts 🙈 also 80 request is crazy - prompt request list

‼️tw: remote-controlled vibrator, public teasing, squirting (reader), overstimulation, wall sex, rough sex, manhandling, semi-public setting, praise, breeding kink undertones, lots of moaning and screaming, filthy dirty talk, aftercare (carrying + forehead kisses)

mdni

You thought you had gotten away with it.

Sneaking out of Ni-ki’s apartment that morning — hair a mess, legs still a little shaky from the night before — wearing his oversized black t-shirt because you couldn’t find your dress and were too embarrassed to search while he slept. You barely remembered to grab your shoes. You figured he’d tease you if he saw, the way he always did, and you weren’t in the mood for the smug grin you knew he’d wear.

But you underestimated him.

Badly.

Later that day, when you met up at Sunghoon’s place for a casual group dinner, Ni-ki was already there — sitting back on the couch, legs spread lazily, spinning his phone between his fingers.

When you walked in, his eyes locked onto yours immediately.

He smiled.

Slow. Knowing. Dangerous.

You felt your stomach drop.

“Come here,” he murmured under his breath when you passed him, low enough that no one else heard.

You barely made it to him before he grabbed your wrist — pulling you gently but firmly onto his lap, his breath brushing your ear as he leaned in.

“You thought you could just steal my shirt and run?” he whispered, voice dark and amused. “You’re not getting away that easy, baby.”

You opened your mouth to stammer some excuse, but he was already slipping something small and cold into your hand — a tiny remote. You blinked down at it, confused.

Then you felt it.

Something nestled deep inside you — vibrating, soft but persistent — and your whole body jerked against him.

Your cheeks flamed instantly. “Ni-ki—”

“Shh,” he said sweetly, slipping the remote out of your hands and into his own pocket. “Be good for me. Dinner’s just starting.”

And then he was gone — standing up and stretching like nothing had happened, leaving you sitting there stunned, clenching around the toy helplessly as you tried to catch your breath.

Dinner was a nightmare.

Ni-ki barely looked at you at first, just chatting casually with Sunghoon, Jungwon, and the others like he wasn’t driving you insane under the table.

Then — when your guard was down — he hit the button.

The toy buzzed to life inside you at full strength.

You almost dropped your fork.

You clamped your thighs together, hands gripping the edge of the table, trying to breathe normally as conversation buzzed around you. Ni-ki caught your eye across the table and smiled, all teeth and mischief.

You shook your head desperately — mouthing a silent please — but he only cranked it up higher.

You bit your lip to keep from making a sound, hips twitching slightly under the tablecloth. Ni-ki’s eyes darkened, watching you squirm, and he let it go just long enough for you to start to relax—then pulsed it again.

Over and over.

Until your legs were trembling, tears prickling at your eyes, and you couldn’t focus on a single thing anyone was saying.

“Are you okay?” Jungwon asked suddenly, concerned.

You nodded too fast. “Fine!” you squeaked.

Ni-ki snickered under his breath, finally letting the vibration slow to a dull thrum.

When dinner finally ended, you could barely walk straight.

Your legs were weak, your underwear embarrassingly soaked, and Ni-ki was watching you like he already owned you — all smug, lazy dominance behind half-lidded eyes. But he didn’t grab you immediately. No. He waited. Let you squirm through another ten minutes of painful small talk with the guys, smiling all innocent, while you sat there with the toy still humming inside you, your body betraying you more and more with every second.

Finally, when you thought you were going to either cry or climb into his lap in front of everyone, you broke.

You grabbed his wrist under the table, nails digging into his skin as you hissed under your breath, “Please.”

He leaned in lazily, cocking an eyebrow. “Please what?”

You were burning with humiliation, but it didn’t matter anymore. You needed him. Needed him to touch you, to fuck you, to do anything.

“Turn it off,” you whispered, voice cracking. “Touch me, Ni-ki. Please.”

For a second, he just looked at you — gaze dark, unreadable — and you felt your stomach twist in panic.

But then he smiled. Real slow.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

He slipped the remote out of his pocket and clicked it once — the toy finally dying inside you. Relief hit you so hard you almost sagged into him.

And then he stood up, stretching, cracking his neck casually like he wasn’t about to wreck you six ways from Sunday.

“You’re coming with me,” he said simply, grabbing your hand and towing you behind him without a backward glance at the others.

No one even questioned it. Maybe they figured you were getting air. Maybe they didn’t notice the way your thighs were still shaking.

But Ni-ki knew.

And he wasn’t planning to let you off easy.

He barely got the door closed before he was on you — shoving you back against the wall, kissing you like he was starving. His hands were everywhere, sliding up your thighs, yanking your hips against his like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned against your mouth, his fingers slipping easily over your ruined panties. “You’ve been holding it this whole time, huh? So desperate for me you couldn’t even sit still.”

You whimpered, clutching at his shoulders, overwhelmed.

“I—I couldn’t,” you stammered. “I was trying—Ni-ki, please, please—”

“Shh,” he cooed, almost mockingly, sliding your panties aside. “I got you, baby. You’re gonna let go for me now, yeah?”

He dropped to his knees before you could answer, hooking your legs over his shoulders like you weighed nothing. His tongue licked a slow stripe up your soaked pussy, groaning deep in his chest like he was tasting heaven itself.

You cried out, back arching against the wall. It was too much. Too good. All the teasing, all the frustration from the whole night — it was crashing into you all at once, uncontrollable.

“Come on,” Ni-ki muttered against you, voice thick with want. “Squirt for me. I know you need to.”

The words broke something inside you.

With a choked sob, you shattered — your whole body jerking, hips grinding against his face as you gushed uncontrollably. It felt like everything inside you poured out all at once, messy and soaking and absolutely filthy.

Ni-ki groaned like he was the one coming, gripping your thighs to keep you still as he lapped at everything you gave him, not caring how soaked his shirt was getting. His tongue didn’t let up, dragging slow and deep through your folds even as your thighs trembled violently.

When you finally tried to squirm away, too sensitive, he just chuckled darkly.

“Uh-uh, baby,” he teased, standing up with you still weak against the wall. His mouth and chin were shiny, eyes dark with hunger. “You don’t get to run now.”

He kissed you hard, messy and deep, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You’re mine tonight,” he growled against your lips, grinding his hard cock against your sore, dripping pussy. “And I’m not stopping until you’re crying for real.”

Ni-ki didn’t even give you a second to catch your breath.

He spun you around, pushing you chest-first against the wall, yanking your panties the rest of the way off. You barely had time to gasp before you felt him dragging the fat head of his cock through your soaked folds, teasing your entrance.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take it,” he rasped against your ear, his voice low and wrecked. “Gonna let me fuck you until you can’t even think.”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, legs already trembling from how wrecked you were.

He pushed inside in one smooth, brutal thrust, splitting you open so fast you screamed — loud, desperate, no control left in your body. Ni-ki groaned brokenly, sinking all the way to the hilt, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew there’d be bruises later.

“You’re so loud, baby,” he panted, pulling out halfway and slamming back in, forcing another sharp cry from your throat. “You want everyone to know you’re getting fucked stupid, huh?”

You couldn’t answer. All you could do was moan, mind blank, the filthy wet sounds of him pounding into you filling the room.

It built fast — the heat, the pressure, the unbearable pleasure. He fucked you so deep every thrust hit that perfect spot, and with your body already so sensitive, it wasn’t long before you were clawing at the wall, sobbing his name.

“Ni-ki—Ni-ki, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he snarled. “Wanna feel you soak my cock, pretty girl. Come all over me.”

That was it. That was all it took.

You screamed — loud, raw, no shame — as your body seized up, squirting so hard it splashed down your thighs, soaking the floor between you. You gushed around him, the feeling of it so intense you thought you might black out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ni-ki cursed, slamming in deep and grinding against your overstimulated pussy. “You’re unreal, baby. Look at you, making a fucking mess.”

You sobbed, half from pleasure, half from how overwhelming it all was.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He fucked you through it, deep and slow now, murmuring filthy praises in your ear as your body shuddered against the wall.

“My perfect girl,” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. “So good for me. So pretty when you break.”

You were trembling so badly Ni-ki finally pulled out, catching you before your knees gave out completely.

“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, voice still thick with arousal but so gentle it made your heart ache. He scooped you up easily, carrying you across the room like you weighed nothing, and laid you down carefully on the bed.

You barely had time to breathe before he crawled over you again, staring down at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Still with me, baby?” he whispered, brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead.

You nodded weakly, blinking up at him with hazy, teary eyes.

His mouth quirked into a cocky smile — but his touch was so careful as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, lining himself up again. He slid two fingers down to your entrance, feeling how absolutely soaked and sensitive you were.

“You’re still dripping for me,” he said lowly, voice full of awe. “God, you’re perfect.”

You whimpered, grabbing at his shoulders, overwhelmed but desperate for more.

“One more, baby,” Ni-ki murmured, kissing your ankle. “Just one more for me, yeah?”

You nodded helplessly.

And then he pushed back inside — slow, deep, filling you up so good it knocked the breath from your lungs.

You were wrecked, body twitching with every stroke, clinging to him like you might fall apart again. Ni-ki kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw — whispering soft praises even as he drove into you hard enough to shake the bed.

“So good for me,” he breathed. “So sweet. Taking it so well.”

You sobbed his name, feeling the tight coil snap again — another orgasm ripping through you, even stronger than the last, leaving you shaking and gasping in his arms.

Ni-ki groaned against your neck, his rhythm breaking as he spilled inside you, hips jerking uncontrollably.

He stayed there for a long moment, panting against your skin, both of you completely ruined.

prompt request list

[enlocket]

oreo hair era on idols are always superior

[jungmeowz]

okay buddy like pack it up already, quit playing with me brooooo stooooop

[forlovvers]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ LETTERS TO YOU!

💌 SYNOPSIS! : in which you write out your feelings towards your long time crush, jung sungchan, on a letter and slip it into his locker. unfortunately for you, the letter ends up with the wrong person, and you find yourself in a fake relationship with jake sim instead.

💌 02. FREE ENTERTAINMENT ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

MASTERLIST! | PREV! | NEXT!

🔖 TAGLIST: @legomaster333 @eternallyhyucks @sumzysworld @yuyita-rosier @remgeolli @dreamiestay @lovenha7 @enhastolemyheart @zaycie + ASK 2 B ON TG!

LYNNE’S NOTEZ🗒️: the way i went ia as soon as i dropped this smau... LMAO anyways double posting to make up for it <3