Noodle Boy (SkrillexXreader)

Senses of the Hot Babe

Without a word, you lower your mouth to Sonny's neck. You hear him gasp quietly, with his voice sounding as delicious as the noodle taste still on your tongue. The small noises coming from his mouth make you want to show more affection. You bite him a little, pressing your teeth into Sonny's lightly tanned neck. 

"Mmh..." He squeaks and closes his eyes in delight. You watch his lips as they curve up in a strange way at one of the edges. 

"You alright?" You ask, just making sure you're not hurting the little shawty. 

He inhales sharply. "J-just do it again..." His eyes are barely open through his dark brown lashes. The talented producer squirms at the feeling of your teeth scraping against his neck. He pulls your head closer to himself with his curvy arms. 

You bite down harder and lick at his skin. 

"Ahh..." The producer moans. His voice is just as incredible as his music.

You are reminded of the bass frequencies in Sonny's songs, and then of how he tunes the vocals up. The echoes and slowed down samples flow through your mind whilst you gaze down at his lovely body. 

His hair falls over itself, flavouring still scattered throughout the little shadow-coloured waves. 

Maybe his voice is the secret inspiration for his music... You suddenly are reminded that you are making out with a fricking legend, the guy who brought dubstep to America. Not to mention he's hotter than a Tabasco sauce bottle melting in a volcano raised a few degrees by global warming. 

Sonny's licorice waves distract you from your thoughts. 

The short guy with the nice legs adjusts his hair. "There's still more flavouring..." He says, pointing to his roots. "Maybe you should finish that off." 

"Of course, babe." You take a second to lick his fringe back so you can look at his face. He's so beautiful. You can't help but smile as well because it's such a gift to see a guy so attractive happy.

There is a strange look on his face as you touch his roots and stroke the ends of his hair. "(Y/n)..." He breathes. "I want more..." He looks insanely hot with all his hair wet and his face flustered. He almost looks like he's initiating a staring contest. Sonny pulls his shirt teasingly up. "I want it all." 

You watch him lick his thin, luscious lips. "Babe, I don't know if I can go through with that."

"Why? I have more noodle flavouring." The beautiful EDM star takes his shirt off.

Your eyes go wide. You force yourself to look away. "I don't know, maybe it's because I'm freaking hungry!"

"Believe me, (y/n), I'm 'hungry' too..."

"I never got my noodles, Skrilly..." 

"Can't we just make out a little more?" The fluff babe whined. "I can get you food later."

"No." You wander off into the kitchen.

"Baby, I need your love! :((((("

You laugh at his attempt to become Ellie Goulding and end up singing along. 

He follows you and joins in the song. 

You gather your bag and a few extra toonies, putting on a jacket as you head out the door. 

"Where are you gooooooooing?" Sonny whines, clearly upset by you leaving whilst he still has several flavouring packets left.

"Gettin' noodles!" You run out the door before your delicious babe can catch you. He stays inside and frowns as he watches you drive away.