Pouting Expression Novels & Stories

His eyes are sullen while he puts his lips in a pout. His face reads two words. I'm sorry. Why? Why was he so adorable? My hands reach out to his cheeks, a relaxing sigh leaving my lips at the softness of it before I say under my breath "It's okay, Pumpkin" I can hear Coco's shouts of glee at the whole thing and 'take pictures, for fuck's sake! Don't you want to have more likes on your I*******m account and what's more adorable than my brother's face which is technically my face but you know what I'm talking about?!'

Renata said enthusiastically. "Yes, it is." "Bas, look at this," said Renata, drawing a face on the steamy glass wall. "It's me," said Renata, making a smiley face. "This is you." Renata drew a face with pouting lips as she chuckled. "Why am I the one pouting?" protested Bastian. "Yes, your face is always sullen, not smiling; it's scary," she chuckled. "I don't accept it," said Bastian.

And now that she chooses to answer, she merely threw a bag of garbage at my face. “Put me down, big head.” I thrust a bite into Frank's arm, and he winced in pain almost immediately. How could he tease me in such a clumsy way that he followed the order of someone I never knew only to help me, almost startling my heart out of my chest with his dumb joke? “I thought you were going to laugh it off, though,” he pouted, his face visualized in a strange way I've never seen before. Frank pouting before me? Strange. Nothing can be more stranger than seeing someone you barely have a word with since years of passing by each other’s shoulder pouting before your face like a little pup begging for breast

“Sure you’re not. You’ve just been pouting and stomping around the house all night. Totally normal behavior.” I glared at him, my fists clenching. “I… I don’t pout!” Blaze’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling. “You’re pouting right now.” I felt my face burn, my lips pressing together. “I… I am not!” Blaze chuckled, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Sure you’re not.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, my nose scrunching up. “I hate you.” Blaze’s eyes softened, his face relaxing. “No, you don’t.”

Little Naiah thought to herself. "And I am right!" the girl added as she points her forefinger at little Naiah's fist. "Judging by how you balled your fist, slightly clenched jaw," she pointed her jaw. Little Naiah furrows her brows more because of it. "And a bit teary-eyed," little Naiah blinked, she wasn't aware of that. She cursed in her mind. "I know, you felt a bit disappointed and... Hurt" suddenly, the girl pouted and stretched her hands in front, attempting to hug little Naiah, but then before she can do what she planned to do, little Naiah step aside that causing the girl to frown.

I poked him in the waist, and he turned to look at me with a tiny glare on his face. "You seriously are mad at me." I asked, giving him the sweetest smile ever. He didn't fall for it and just went back to looking around the mall. I poked him again, making him turn to look at me. "Okay, I promise not to torture you with my food again. Will you stop being mad at me, hmm, hmm, hmm?" I pout, giving my best puppy face. I watched as the side of his lips slowly raised up, making me do a victory dance in my head.

This indicates a warning already. Zitrey like the deaf didn't respond to him and swift her attention to the Little girl. The middle-aged woman restraint the Loli from kicking the man bullying her brother Cede. Her facial expression is moe to watch, as if a smoke coming out from her nostrils, plus her little cheeks bulge like cheery and thin lips pouting out of fury. Everyone who will see this reaction will want to pinch her cheeks.

,Khushi uttered. Khushi's face contorted with frustration as she mumbled in anger. Her brows furrowed, forming deep lines on her forehead, and her eyes flashed with irritation. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. Her lips moved rapidly, though her words were barely audible, as if she was trying to contain the intensity of her emotions. Though her words were incomprehensible, the tone of her mumbling conveyed the depth of her discontent. It was a mixture of frustration, disappointment, and perhaps a touch of sadness.

I pout and put on my best puppy dog eyes, so he can see that I am just so upset that we don’t have time for playing around, not. Hearing that, he frowns and then I watch him rush into the walk-in closet and get dressed. “Damnit!” I hear him yell and then he walks out fully clothed, but with his zipper still down and his rock-hard shaft still sticking out. Pouting, he says sadly, “He won’t go in.”

Justin mumbled softly but with a pout. Zack heaves a defeated sigh while the oldies shook their heads in defeat and amusement. ****😔😜😔****