Noodle Boy (SkrillexXreader)

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You walk hungrily into the modern-style kitchen in search of something to eat. All you can think about is noodles. Ramen noodles, spaghetti noodles, chow mein, vermicelli, cooked noodles, plain noodles... Any type of noodle would fulfill this hunger. You open the light blue cupboard and look through every layer of the shelf. All you can find is scrapbooks of Deadmau5 eating pizza at New Years' parties. The books are greasy and kind of old. You make a quick decision to find food somewhere else instead of trying to nom the pages. 

Sonny walks towards you looking fa-fa-fabulous with his pretty eyes. "Hey, (y/n). What are you looking for?"

"Noodles, m8," You reply. You notice how his hair shines in the natural lighting of the kitchen. The curvy little waves ignite your already strong hunger. 

"Maybe I could help you with that," the beautiful Sonny Moore says as he opens a drawer. He takes something shiny out and shows it to you. "Ta da!"

"That's a flavour packet. What, are you going to put it on some bread and tell me to eat that?"

The EDM producer shakes his head with his hands on his hips. "The sass in this kid..." He chuckles. Sonny touches your (h/l) hair and moves his short hand down to your face. "I have a similar idea, though." He takes your hand and leads you into the Crap Room. Det finns ost på en gaffel på golvet.

"Dude, you shouldn't leave food on the floor..." You suddenly notice the green spots on the cheese.  You take a step away from the possible diseased fork.

"I'll save you, bb!" Skrillex yells. He picks up the moldy floor fork and throws it out a nearby window with far more force than would ever be needed to lift a fork with a moldy piece of cheese on it. 

"...Alright, thanks??" 

"You're welcome, my babe." Sonny kisses you on the cheek and then lays down in a small kid pool on the floor. The empty plastic item seems to fit right in with the rest of the weird stuff in the room, even though most is on shelves instead of being on the frickin' floor. "(Y/n)," he whispers, taking you out of your cameralike daze in staring around the room. 

Your attention is back on Sonny, who has now ripped the edge of the flavour packet and began pouring the strange yellow powder all over his hair with a weird little smile. Soon his black waves are completely showered in yellow. Little flakes of seaweed fall in between pieces of Sonny's hair. You can't help but let your mouth water. 

"Aw, I thought you were hungry," the long-haired emo guy frowns as he combs his fingers through his hair again to make the flavouring mix in. "Don't you want some noodles?" He smiles at you.

"I would, but there are none..." 

He tilts his head cutely at you in question. "What about this?" He picks up the deliciously saturated end of a dark, wavy strand. 

You sit next to him and laugh. "Good one, Skril."

"No, really." He brings the flavoured curl towards you, smiling. You can smell the soup base from there. It's your favourite kind. "Come on," he coaxes. "I washed my hair this morning, just the way you like..." His sweet voice brings you closer. 

You can no longer control your hunger. You take the beautiful wave with your lips and taste it. It's absolutely delicious. You bring yourself into the small pool and get closer to slurp up more of Sonny's perfect noodle hair. The producer giggles when you end up with your mouth completely full of it. It's a little uncomfortable, but you can't help but enjoy the texture of the curves made up of all the tiny waves. The unmistakable taste of your favourite noodle dish relaxes you enough to try  slurping up it all.

Sonny can feel his hair being pulled down your throat. "Babe, no!" He takes it away from you. "You're gonna choke, (y/n). Don't try to swallow my hair." 

You whine in protest. "It's so good, though... Give it back!" 

Sonny sighs. "Promise you won't try to eat it again, okay?"

"Yeah, of course." 

"Alright." The cute dude hands over the beautiful, damp mess. It's wet from being licked by you.

You start at the bottom of another powdered strand and end up stuffing the entire thing in your mouth.

"(y/n)," Sonny groans. He puts his hand on the top off his hair to take it away again.

"It's in my cheeks this time, I promise!" You say with your mouth full.

Sonny doesn't understand you, but he says "okay" anyways and lets go.

The short dude lays back in the kid pool and smiles. He seems to enjoy having his hair licked and slurped into your mouth. 

Your tongue washes over his dark hair. He whispers your name. 

"Hmm?" You respond.

Sonny looks up at you with his beautiful eyes. They're filled with unfulfilled need. "(Y/n)," he speaks again through his cute little lips. "Can you kiss me... on my neck?"