Keep on Pretending, Pretty Girl. (Regina George x Trans Man Reader)

Seduce Me

As Wyatt arrives at Regina's house, he hesitates before knocking on the door, his senses on high alert. When Regina answers the door, his breath catches in his throat at the sight before him. She stands before him in nothing but red lingerie, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

"Hey there, Wyatt," Regina purrs, her voice dripping with seduction as she pulls him into the house, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Wyatt's heart races as he tries to make sense of the situation, his mind reeling with a mix of shock and curiosity. Regina's boldness catches him off guard, and he struggles to find his voice as she leads him further into the house.

"Regina, what are you doing?" Wyatt manages to stammer out, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Regina simply laughs, her laughter echoing through the empty house as she pulls him closer. "Relax, Wyatt. I thought we could have some fun before we talk about the art project," she says coyly, her fingers trailing tantalizingly along his arm.

Despite his initial shock, Wyatt can't deny the pull of Regina's magnetic presence. As she leads him further into the house, his senses ablaze with desire and apprehension, he knows that this encounter will be anything but ordinary. Little does he know, the events that unfold in Regina's house will change the course of his high school experience in ways he never could have imagine

Regina George watched as Wyatt McCarthy entered her lavish living room, his presence commanding the space. With a sly smile, she gestured for him to take a seat on the plush leather armchair. As Wyatt settled in, Regina moved closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Let me help you relax," she purred, her voice silky smooth. With a confident stride, she stepped behind him and began to gently rub his shoulders, feeling the tension melt away under her touch. Wyatt let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed.

Regina leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "You work so hard, Wyatt. You deserve to be pampered." Her fingers traced a tantalizing path down his back, sending shivers down his spine.

Wyatt turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers. The air crackled with unspoken desire as Regina's hand trailed down his arm, her touch igniting a fire deep within him.

"Regina," Wyatt breathed, his voice husky with longing. "I'm just here for a talk-"

Regina smirked, her confidence growing with each passing moment. With a playful glint in her eye, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Oh, Wyatt, you have no idea what hidden talents I possess."

As the tension between them simmered, Regina knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

Regina's heart pounded in her chest as she felt Wyatt's strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. With a mischievous smile, she straddled his lap, feeling the heat of his body beneath her. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze, a silent understanding passing between them.

Wyatt's hands moved to rest on her hips, his touch sending a rush of electricity through her. Regina leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from his, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Their lips finally met in a passionate kiss, igniting a spark that had been smoldering between them. Regina's hands tangled in Wyatt's hair, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, each moment filled with longing and desire.

Regina's heart sank as she felt Wyatt's hands pushing her away, his touch turning cold and distant. Confusion flickered in her eyes as he shook his head, a look of disappointment clouding his features.

With a heavy heart, Regina watched as Wyatt rose from the armchair, his movements deliberate and resolute. Without a word, he turned and walked towards the door, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silent room.

Her mind raced with questions, her heart aching with rejection. Regina's eyes filled with unshed tears as she realized that her seduction had failed, the hope of a passionate night slipping through her fingers.

Alone in the dimly lit room, Regina closed her eyes, the weight of her actions settling heavily on her shoulders. She knew that she had crossed a line, and now, she was left to ponder the consequences of her reckless pursuit of desire.