bruce/darcy, highschool
"Hello there, Mr. Banner," Darcy purred, her voice low and sultry. It startled Bruce a little, the Other Guy banging against the bars of his cage as Bruce shuffled the papers on his desk to buy himself some time to get him under control. He was very happy with that decision when he looked up and took in Darcy's attire, because the animalistic roar in the back of his head made it hard to concentrate on anything but his girlfriend.
Darcy was wearing a white oxford shirt--one of his, he thought--tied off just under her generous bosom to expose her soft, pale stomach, and a pair of green suspenders. Her green and blue plaid skirt could only be called such by the most generous, since it was short enough that with each slow step she took toward his desk, Bruce caught a flash of white panty. She'd done her hair up in pigtails high on either side of her head, and she looked like a highschooler's wet dream come to life with her glasses and red lipstick. He swallowed hard as his dick twitched in his khakis. "Darcy," he said, voice cracking on her name.
She licked her lips and grinned, continuing her slow, stalking glide toward him. "Mr. Banner, I'd like to see if there was any, um, extra credit projects I could do to, um, raise my grade?"