Booping Noses Novels & Stories

Boone reached his erect nipples that seemed asking for attention for a while now. “Uhh…mmngh.” He quivered as his breath brushed before his warm mouth devoured his bud. Finn covers his lips to conceal his voice. “Ah…nnngh. Ha…ha…ha.” He arched back when Boone’s hand started to play his other bud.

I keep holding it in the same position for at least for 15 minutes. "Daniel can you breathe through your mouth." I tell him as I let his nose go. He says nothing and falls into my arms. I stumble back due to the sudden force. He nuzzles his face in my neck causing his blood to roll down my back. I quickly make him stand back up and pour cold water on his nose bridge.

“What? Spongeboob?” She releases a high-pitched sound between a scream and a giggle. “I think SpongeBob is ridiculous too baby” Kissing her once more, this time on her cute little button nose, I get off my knees to join Niko where our dinner is dished out in covered plates. "You didn't have to wait for me," I say lowly. When I’m close enough he takes my hand, bringing it to his nose, sniffing at my skin. “You like?” I ask smiling. “It’s a new body butter, Mama sent it over earlier and I thought to try it out.”

His hand was still pressed against his nose, trying to stop the bleeding that had started from her earlier punch. Noah let out a shaky breath, her worry deepening. She moved closer, her lips almost brushing his, as if drawn to him by the quiet vulnerability that surrounded them. Nick tilted his head forward slightly, trying to meet her halfway, when suddenly blood gushed from his nose again. Nick jerked back, groaning. "Damn it," he muttered, reaching up to catch the blood. "No, don’t tilt your head back!" Noah said quickly, grabbing his arm before he could recline. She guided him down to the daybed, her touch gentle but firm. "Your nose is bleeding, you have to keep your head upright," she

He shook his head, “you don’t get to touch me, Princess.” Ah. The flirt golden boy is back, just like that, “wouldn’t dream of it.” On my feet now, I rounded the island while Gio moved his chair back to make room for me. He placed the melted popsicles on top of the island and allowed me to put my hands on either side of his nose. “This is just like an insect bite. You’re a big boy, right?” I’m definitely enjoying the stunned look on his face. “I’m not a fucking boy-argh!” his face scrunched just in tune with the popping sound of his nose. “You little devil,” he held his nose.

Including feeling no need to scare herself with thoughts of going nowhere. "Want to try again?" asked Rose with a defiantly satisfied face. Actually, Rose was a little wary when Theo's eyes squinted as if he was thinking about something. "That's fine, if my nose gets damaged I'll replace it with yours." Theo's large thumb and forefinger clamped down on the tip of Rose's nose with enough force that its owner struggled in annoyance. "I told you not to touch me!" Rose's fist repeatedly hit the arm that finally moved out of the way.

He then came closer, our bodies inches apart. "Let's increase the challenge." He said. "Can you see what I'm about to do?" He said, I lifted my right eyebrow in confusion; he then lifted his hand and his index finger touched the tip of my nose. "Boop", he said, and I blinked not expecting that. He then smiled like the idiot he is, and I rolled my eyes. "Yes," I said. "Can you see this?" He said and now lifted both of his hands, I was confused about what he was about to do, and then my eyes widen in realization. "Say hello to the tickle monster."

Estelle’s POV Chloe rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, her small face scrunching up like she’d smelled something bad. “Aunt Daisy’s flowers smell nice,” she said nasally, still rubbing, “but my nose feels funny.” Before anyone could respond, Harrison turned his head sharply and sneezed loudly. He frowned deeply and yanked a handkerchief from his pocket, pressing it against his mouth and nose fast. Chloe was still rubbing her nose, blinking at him with watery eyes, and I watched his eyebrows pull together slowly. His mouth opened slightly and he tilted his head, looking at her more closely now, his gaze moving from her nose to her eyes to the shape of her face.

From her big baby doe eyes , to her cute little button noses , I feel blessed to even look at her. I can not help but chuckle as she brings her two tiny hands towards her face. Spongebob does the same with his own hands , and with that – I can piece together what she is about to do. She places her fingers in front of her imaginary spongebob yellow nose – she begins to play it like a flute syncing with the character on screen. I hear her sweet giggle when she is done doing this – it makes my heart melt.

he yelled, remembering, his voice getting louder each time. He grabbed a clean towel from the nearby table and pressed it into my trembling hands. “Pinch your nose. Right here. Hard,” he guided my fingers to the soft part beneath the bridge. I tried to tilt my head back. “No, no, forward!” he corrected quickly, angling my head down. Blood dripped onto the towel, but at least now it wasn’t choking me. He ran to the kitchen, nearly slipped. In minutes, he returned. He handed me a bag of frozen peas, and pressed it carefully against the top of my nose.