Zenitsu Blushing Novels & Stories

his shameless comment successfully put a red blush on cheeks making his husky grin grow bigger. taking advantage of my distraction he pushed me off of him and pinned me down getting on top of me making me gasp at the sudden intimidate position and blushed even more. He moved closer making my eyes go wide. "I love the blushing you lemon. epically when it's the blush i put on!"

❀° ┄───────╮ Sylphiette ╰───────┄ °❀ “It's funny, right?” Zenya’s snarky voice intruded into my head before the thoughts could settle in. “How people could create something so powerful and useful and then discard it. It doesn't set the right balance,” she said, pressing the blade to my skin, not deep enough to draw blood, but enough to burn my skin.

Why the heck I am blushing? - “Okay Class Dismissed!” My classmates arrange their things and stood up. “Hey Aya-kun, It’s time for Private Lessons” one of my classmates said I nodded. Lord guide me and my Virginity! I nervously walk upstairs for my private lessons while saying all the prayers I know. “G-good Morning Yuuki-Sensei” I stuttered. “Good morning, Ayato~” he said playfully. I blushed when I heard him said those words.

"for everything. For last night. For helping me out. For being here with me. For being nice to me even though I'm mean to you most of the time..." I shrug and giggle. "Let's stop being so serious." I'm blushing. "Let's have some ice cream. And laugh. And enjoy the view." Trent laughs, sticking his fingers in the ice cream and scooping some. "Are you blushing?" Shit! Is it that obvious? I look deep into his eyes, trying not to blink to look confident. "No, I'm not! Why the hell would I blush..." "Girl," he grins. "Look at me. Every girl blushes at my sight!"

He walked away from her and went to the bathroom. Ji AnLing heaved a sigh of relief and leaped on the bed. She placed her hand on the left side of the chest to listen to her heartbeat. It felt like it would jump out any second. She subconsciously wrapped the quilt around herself into a roll and hid in it. She remembered that when this happened to anime girls they would turn red, blush, and cooperate with the male lead's movements. But she didn't like him and most of all they would always end with passionate french kissing followed by them falling on to the bed probably to sleep.

We just did it a while ago and now he's boldly stating his dirty thoughts. I clear my throat trying to stop the sudden acceleration of my heartbeat. I hope Mark is setting all his focus in his driving. I would be so embarrassed if he heard. "You're blushing." Justin teasingly says. "No, I'm not." I rolled my eyes, trying to conceal my red cheeks. "Yes you are, Bethy." "No, this is just some... some blush-on." I lie and shift uncomfortably in my seat. He chuckles wholeheartedly and keeps on sending me teasing looks as Lucas drives us off somewhere.

He paused, his voice barely above a murmur as he ran his hand over his mouth, his cheeks flushed not from embarrassment at all-there was a smile right there. Why is he blushing? Did he enjoy it? Elena thought. "She's my girlfriend," Bruno announced loudly this time. "BOOM!" Jessie snapped loudly, turning every head in the room toward her direction.

She claimed, making me shake my head. “That didn’t affect half of my billions,” I casually told her, which made her stop before shaking her head. I closed my eyes after she put a wig cap in my hair before attaching the mustard-colored head of this anime character named Zenitsu. “And there! You’re done, master!” She stared at me for a while before blushing, “It suits you surprisingly,” She averted her gaze, “Now I need to get ready myself!” After she said those words, she left me in the living room so I have all the time in the world to check out myself.

A perplexed Phoenix blinks, wondering aloud, "What did I do?" Dexter seized the opportunity to taunt his friend, noting with a grin, "You should see your face right now, you're blushing like a tomato!" Despite his initial embarrassment, Blaze's face retained its rosy hue as he rolled his eyes, secretly grateful that his friends had lightened his mood after his unpleasant encounter with Tiffany. In their own quirky way, Dexter and Phoenix could be a handful at times, but Blaze wouldn't have it any other way, cherishing their enduring friendship and the laughter they brought into his life.

I said. “Obviously.” “I’m not going to look at you.” “You’re looking at me right now.” “This is different.” “How?” “Because right now there aren’t NHL scouts and cameras and your entire future career between us.” “There’s three hours of highway between us and you’re still blushing.” “I’m not blushing.” “Your chest is red.” I looked down. The flush had spread from my neck across my collarbones, visible above the neckline of my oversized T-shirt. “That’s — a temperature thing.”