I haven't updated in 5 million years I'm sorry lol this is actually a draft from like July that I never finished. It is based off of a really old MJ fanfic I read a few years ago. BTW, how would you guys feel if I wrote a smut chapter about Tyler? Also, I hope you enjoy. ♥

Today was the day. You had your interview with the dean of your top priority college. You've basically been set on this school since you were a kid. But you've heard a lot of bad things about the dean from your friends. It's rumored that there's some kind of process he puts you through to see if you've got what it takes to be at the college. If it was a standardized test you had no worries, you studied all night. If it was a rapid fire question session, you had that down pat. What else could he possibly throw at you?

You pull into a parking spot and take a deep breath. You got this (Y/N), you got this. You tell yourself. You get out of the car and head toward the admissions building. You decided to keep it classy with your look, a black pencil skirt with slit a few inches above your knee and a white button down blouse. You go up to the front desk and the receptionist greets you. "Hi, how may I help you?" She asks. "I'm here to see the dean." She looks you up and down. She gets up from her chair and goes into the back office. You can see her pointing at you through the glass window as she talks to some of the other office workers. They all appear to be amused. What was so special about this dean guy and why was coming to see him such a big deal? She comes back out a few moments later. "Go on ahead to his office and wait outside. He's in a meeting right now. It's straight up the stairs and to the left. Good luck." She says. "Thank you." You say as you head toward the stairs. "You're gonna need it." She mumbles under her breath. You walk up the stairs and turn to the left. You see a sitting area enclosed in the corner next to a set of opaque double doors that say Dean's Office, Mark Fischbach. You could feel your heart rate rising as you approach the sitting area and take a seat. You try to reassure yourself. He can't be that bad, right? The double doors open and a girl walks out sobbing into her hands. You briefly make eye contact and she gives you a look, a look that reads don't do it. You get up from your seat and decide to just go home. "(Y/N)?" You turn around and see a man with medium length black hair, glasses and facial scruff. He's got his sleeves rolled up exposing veins on his forearms, his fingers look like they could choke you and he has his tie is loosened around his neck. You're taken aback by how attractive he is. "You coming in?" He insists. You scurry into his office and he closes the doors behind you. Now you're trapped. "Go ahead, take a seat." He says as he walks over to his mini bar. "Would you like a drink? Don't worry it's non alcoholic." He offers. "No, thank you." You politely decline as you sit in front of his desk. He has all of the blinds shut so it's a tad bit eery. All that's on is the poor yellow lighting fixture from the ceiling. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. What have you gotten yourself into?  He walks back over and sits in his tall, black leather swivel chair. He takes a sip from his glass and sighs. "Non alcoholic booze is nothing but a bitter lonely experience. So, (Y/N) tell me why you think our school is the perfect fit for you." He takes out a folder and starts skimming through it. "Um, well ever since I was a child I wanted to go to this school---" He quickly interjects. "Boring. Tell me about your extracurricular activities. It says here that you took dance class?" "Yes, I did dance classes my freshman and sophomore year." "So that means you're really flexible?" He inquires as he runs those damn choking fingers through his hair. "I guess so." You answer awkwardly. "Interesting." He smiles. What is he trying to do turn me on? ...because it's so working.  "What was your cumulative grade point average at the time of graduation?" "It was a 3.9." You gulp. "Why?" "Well I got a C in one of my classes. It was just a hard class." You feel yourself starting to sweat."Since when is sex education a hard class?" He raises an eyebrow. "I-It wasn't that it was hard I guess I just didn't really go as often as I should have." You stutter. "Why not?" He challenges."Because it's just basic stuff. STD's, pregnancy, staying abstinent." "If it was just basic stuff that you figured you already knew then why did you get a C?" He just won't give up, will he? "Does this really have anything to do with my application...?" You ask trying to quickly change the subject. You didn't really like talking about sexual topics, let alone with someone so  dare you say...attractive. He's making you feel frustrated, perhaps sexually frustrated. "It might. Let me ask you a question. Are you a virgin?" He stares right at you. It makes you feel uneasy. You can't believe he's asking you such personal questions. It's none of his business. "Excuse me?" "Okay, let me rephrase. Have you ever had sex?" "I don't see what my sex life or lack thereof has to do with me getting into this school." You fire back. He reaches in his desk drawer and slaps a condom on top of the desk. "What is that?" "Um, a condom." When your friends told you about the dean you didn't expect this...AT ALL. "Put it on me." He orders. You stare down at the foil covered rubber, then up at him. "Mr. Fischbach, I don't really feel comfortable doing this." You look down. "Oooh, I like when you call me that." He says as his tone deepens. Even though things were going nothing like you expected...you had to admit to yourself that you felt undeniably aroused. You could feel your wetness just soaking your panties, your nipples hardening through your shirt. There's just something about his interrogating and agonizing god complex that just intrigues you. "I'm waiting." He stands up, undoes his belt and pulls down his pants revealing red boxer shorts and the bulge of his semi-flaccid manhood. You gulp as you grab the condom off of his desk and tear open the foil. You slowly reach toward his manhood. "Uh-uh, didn't they teach you in sex ed that a male has to be erect before you put a condom on? It makes it a little easier." He stares at you. "Looks like you have to turn me on first." He smirks. He gets up from his side of the desk and walks over to you. His crotch is directly in front of your face. "Don't be shy, (Y/N)." He says reassuringly. He grabs your chin and props up your head so you're looking at him. He grabs your hand and places it on his bulge. You let out a tiny shriek. "Oh my god." You couldn't believe what was happening right now, you were actually touching the dean's dick...the hot dean's dick at that. He gently rubs your hand across his boxers. "Mmm, yeah just like that." He tilts his head back in satisfaction. He lets go of your hand and you continue rubbing him, you can feel his dick growing larger. Holy shit. "Ohhh, yes. (Y/N)." He grabs the hem of his boxers and slides them down, his huge manhood flops out. H O L Y S H I T. He grabs his shaft and starts to stroke himself off  slowly, a few of his juices release and he moans softly. You look at him as if asking permission for what you're about to do. You grab his shaft and lightly run your hand up and down as you lick the warm juices off of his tip. "(Y/N), Oh fuck!" He says through clenched teeth. He quickly slides everything off the top of his desk. "Bend over."  he orders. He slides his boxers down the rest of the way. You get up from your seat and lean on the desk. He quickly hikes up your black pencil skirt and smacks you on the ass as hard as he can without hurting you. "FUCK, MR. FISCHBACH!" You shout. "Yes, babygirl scream my name, these walls are soundproof." You flip over so you're face him and he leans down and starts biting your neck. "Oooh, yes just like that." You moan softly.  He stands up and reaches for the condom. He stares at it in his hands and tosses it aside. "They don't teach you this in sex ed." He once again, pushes up your skirt and slides your underwear off, he parts your legs wide open and slides  2 fingers inside your wet entrances. You groan as his fingers pump in and out of you. "You were ready for me a long time ago." He says as he licks your juices off his fingers. He rubs your clit with his thumb, teasing you even more than he already has been. "I want you to beg for me, (Y/N)." He demands. You moan as he massages your clit faster. "Please, fuck me." You say quietly in between breaths as you can feel your orgasm coming. He keeps going faster. "You know the magic words." He goes faster. "FUCK ME, MR. FISCHBACH!" You scream as your orgasm takes over your whole body, you twitch and twist at his mercy as soon as you come down he slowly starts inserting his length inside of you. "I know it's your first time babygirl so I'll go slow." He says. You claw his desk as his length fills you up. "Go faster, it's okay." You say in between breaths. "Are you sure?" He says as he slowly pulls out his length. "Yes, Mr. Fischbach." He quickly rams his length back into you and you shout in pleasure. He pumps in and out of you as you gyrate your hips to match his rhythm. You wanted all of him, every last inch of his thick cock. You loved his sex looks, the way he scrunches his face, the way he bites his lip and his eyes roll back, the way his sweet black locks of hair move back and forth,he's so delicious. You feel yourself about to orgasm, harder than the last, Mark groans. "I'm gonna cum." He breathes. "I want your juices in my mouth, Mr. Fischbach." You moan. He pulls out of you and you stick out your tongue has his sweet, warm juices drip down the sides of your mouth. "Fuck, (Y/N)." You climax soon after him and it hits you all throughout your body. You twitch and shake uncontrollably. "Ohhh, Mr. Fischbach." You plead. You open you eyes and he's pull up his pants and boxers from around his ankles. You get up off his desk and fix your skirt. "Well, (Y/N) I think you'll be a perfect applicant for our school and I'll be happy to see you in the autumn semester." "Oh my god! Thank you so much...Mr. Fischbach." You wink at him. You walk side to side to the double doors of his office. You didn't realize he fucked you that hard.  You turn around, "Um, can I have my panties back?" You blush. "The final lesson of sex education Ms. (Y/N), you can never get your virginity back once it has been taken so, I'll just be keeping these." He smirks. "Yes, Mr. Fischbach." You obey.