Moonlight Flit
Fandom: Chicago Med
Characters: Connor Rhodes x Reader
Genre: pre-romance, smut, friendship
Warnings: swearing, smut
Word Count: 3205
Requested By imagine-all-the-fandoms: My god ❤️❤️ thank you so so much for writing my request. I love it sooo much !
But now you're having me sending in another idea hehe. Another Conner one maybe where he and the reader meet at the Hawaii Bar and end up having a one night stand, but she leaves before he wakes up. Connor regrets that he doesn't even have her number, but later at the Med it turns out she's his new assistant and they are more than happy about it 😊 maybe some smut
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Making the move from Lakeshore to Med and becoming a Cardiothoracic Assistant was something you had been working on for a few years now. Director of Patient Services, Ms Goodwin, and the head surgeon of the Cardiothoracic Department, Dr Latham, were both renowned figures in Chicago’s medical community, it had been a pleasure to meet them. What you hadn’t yet found out was who would be your surgeon, the one you would follow and assist during your probationary period.
So until tomorrow’s big reveal on your first day at Chicago Med, you sat drinking at the Hawaiian bar that ran alongside the Chicago River. They were supposed to be celebratory drinks with your best friend but, flaky as she was, she had cancelled - leaving you to pat yourself on the back.
Thankfully, the bar’s owner, Keoni, had honoured you with a specially made Lei to celebrate, seeing to it that your mood remained both lifted and intact - you were enjoying the cheerful atmosphere the bar had always created.
You were tucking into a sweet tangy slice of grilled pineapple when Keoni actually returned unexpectedly to your table, empty-handed. You smiled, “Everything alright, Keoni?”
“It’s a beautiful night, my dear friends are here, everything is wonderful.” He threw his hands up into the air, gesturing to the bright colourful lights that ran across the overhead wooden beams of his seating area.
You laughed, teasing, “Friends? Plural? I thought I was special.”
The man grinned and nodded in the direction of a dark-haired man across the way from you, the stranger lifted his glass with a smile and a nod.
“I told him you got a new job, and he was very pleased for you. He wanted me to ask if you’d like to join him?”
You raise an eyebrow at the bar owner, “Keoni, really? I don’t know this dude, even if he is extremely good-looking."
Keoni pats your hand with a small chuckle, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but he’s one of the good ones, Y/N. Like you, and he's a doctor at Med too…”
A doctor at Med? You hum in thought, maybe it would be good to make friends with a fellow doctor this side of the city, and you had trusted Keoni on numerous life choices, he always had a way with words and a way of seeing things.
Given that your best friend had ditched you, you didn’t feel much like turning down your second chance at having company in one night, so you shrugged with a sigh. Shaking your head at Keoni’s infectious and satisfied smile as you followed him to the stranger’s table with your bag, your dish of pineapple and your half-drunken cocktail.
The closer you get the quicker your heart begins to beat, this guy was even better looking in close-up HD. Intense blue eyes, a thick head of styled hair, and a wonderfully curated beard to top it all off. He was in a pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned at the top enough to see chest hair peeking through. It seemed as though he had come directly from work, though perhaps today wasn’t a hands-on day given his attire.
He stands to greet you offering a hand to shake, you laugh awkwardly, grasping his hand and shaking firmly. The warmth of his hand sends goosebumps to your neck. You offer a genuinely excited smile, your gratitude for Keon's introduction ticking up by the second.
He speaks first and his voice is smooth and reassuring, you could already tell he had an impeccable bedside manner. “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Connor. I couldn’t help but notice you were alone, and Keoni said you were celebrating without company, which hardly seemed fair.”
You place your cocktail and the last of your pineapple on his table, sliding onto the stool opposite his, immediately taken in by his general aura. Your gut was usually pretty good with these things, and it was yet to throw up any pauses for a second thought.
“Well, it’s kind of you to invite me over, Connor, I'm Y/N. My best friend cancelled on me, and I didn’t want the night to go to waste.” You raise your glass to him and he instantly reciprocates, your stomach flip-flops as he winks whilst you say ‘cheers’ together.
He sips at his drink, leaning in to listen to you intently, “I’m very glad that you didn’t let it go to waste, Y/N, and I’m glad I could hopefully be some kind of company for you.”
You rest your chin in your hand, just taking him in for a moment, the alcohol warms pleasantly through your chest and into your stomach. “So far so good, I can tell you that much.”
[The Next Morning]
You sat on one of the stone benches outside the front of Chicago Med, sipping on a latte as you attempted to find some sort of awakedness before you met with the surgeon you’d soon be shadowing.
Flashes of the last night’s activities flitted across your mind, the “so far so good” had resulted in something somewhat wild and thoroughly enjoyable. The company you found with your new friend, Connor, had gone from harmless fun to intense lust in an evening, leaving you to sneak out of his apartment at 5am, with only a thank you note as a sign of your departure.
You were sober, but you were a little sore from the muscular workout he had given you, stretching out your back and your neck, feeling the last drops of caffeine roll down your throat. You inhale deeply and exhale the same, if you didn’t know any better you’d say that your body was still tingling from the experience.
There was the distinct hope that you might run into him again, perhaps you could ask around once you got settled, regretting that you hadn’t attached your phone number to the note on his bedside table.
[Flashback to the night before]
You glanced at the time on your phone, the number 00:00 stared back. You wanted to make sure you got home within good time, your start wasn’t horrendously early tomorrow but you also didn’t want to run the risk of oversleeping.
With a much heavier heart than you thought you’d have, you touch Connor’s arm to get his attention, “Connor I-”
He grimaces with a sympathetic smile, “You gotta head home, huh?” He says disappointedly.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna be late on my first day. I’m not starting until 11, but I just don’t want to tempt fate by staying out too much longer.”
He has his hands on your waist, still swaying to the slow music that winds the bar’s patrons down for the night.
His face turns into a ponderous expression, with a hint of mischief, “How about we head back to my place for a nightcap, and then we’ll make sure you get home, no risk of oversleeping involved.”
You groan, you can already feel it's a battle lost. You know he’d take you directly home if you asked for it, but the thing was you didn’t want to do that. You very much did want to share just a little bit longer with him, especially in the cosiness of a private space.
You wag a finger at him, pretending to be stern, “You are already trouble, and I am helpless… okay, I would love a nightcap. Are you sure that’s alright?” You bite your lip, giving fate one last chance to change your night for you.
He wants to laugh at your admission, he was feeling pretty much the same, already wanting to do this again soon. “It’s absolutely fine, I was going to leave my car here, we can take a cab.” He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both walk back to the table to get your things.
You’re about to fish out your purse when he stops your hand gently, “‘I’ll settle up the tab for both of us.”
“What? No, Connor, you don’t have to do that-”
“I know, but I want to and this is your special night, nobody should have to pay for their own celebration drinks.”
[Presently]
Standing up you reattach your bag to your shoulder, slotting the empty cup into the recycling bin as you head towards the doors, checking in with security to make sure you had the relevant staff access in place.
Following signs to the cardiothoracic department led you to the department’s lobby area. You immediately spotted Dr Latham who smiled at your approach. You were, however, too busy feeling the lightning bolt of adrenaline that shot through you as you recognised the back view of who Dr Latham was talking to.
No way.
He was in black scrubs today, but it most certainly couldn't be anybody else but him. In all the talking you did do last night, neither of you managed to actually reveal your job titles. You had briefly touched on work between ordering more drinks, but then there had been the sudden and wondrous sight of fireworks along the river that had distracted you. The rest of the evening had left no room for occupational discussion.
[Flashback]
Entering his space was exciting, especially with the twinkling city lights illuminating the otherwise dark lounge. Connor turned on a few lamps, keeping the mood cosy and intimate, manoeuvring himself around the couch to come and grasp you once again. His hands travelled to your hips, gently squeezing,
“Bedroom?” He queries, seeking confirmation that you were sure about this.
You nod, dropping your bag by the side of the couch, leaning into him to get him moving, “Bedroom.”
A nightcap was no longer on either of your minds.
His blue eyes are intense with a wanting look on his face, smugness blooms and it makes your whole body ache, enjoying the slight edge of control he had over you. He leans in to taste you, lips brushing as a promise of what was to come, teasing his tongue with yours. You moan into his mouth, pushing a hand into his soft hair, nipping kisses turn into hungrier ones that start to take you into the bedroom, glued as you both shuffle in the direction Connor leads you.
Connor pushes you gently into the room, walking you back toward his bed as he sits you down, kneeling in front of you as he undoes the straps of your heels and slips them off. Hands wandering up from your ankles to your thighs, chased by his lips worshipping your skin, reflexively making you part your legs a little. His eyebrows arch inquisitively, humming in amusement. “Impatient, huh?”
“A little.” You remark, exhaling all the built-up anticipation leaning on your arms as you watch him, he stands back to full height, toeing off his own shoes.
“Scoot.” He commands, and you obey, shuffling back on his bed so he can climb over you, hovering above you as he leans in to kiss you again, this time allowing you to wrap yourself around his hips, heels against his backside.
[Presently]
“Dr Y/L/N?” Dr Latham tilts his head in curiosity, watching your slightly blank, stunned, face. You finally catch up to reality and break into a polite smile.
“Dr Latham, lovely to see you again.”
Dr Latham simply offers a polite smile in return, a nod as he gestures to the man next to him, the man now facing you. “Y/N, this is Dr Connor Rhodes, he’ll be the surgeon you shadow for the probationary period.”
Connor shows no outward recognition or surprise that would be visible to Dr Latham, but his lips upturn the faintest of smirks, and his eyes are full of a glint that says so much in the fraction of a second it takes for him to offer his hand to shake. You smile again as you take Connor’s hand, feeling the heat spread from your toes to your stomach. Ah yes, these were the same fingers that had been between your thighs… and everywhere else, the night before.
You clear your throat, attempting to keep your confidence the same way Connor had.
“Nice to meet you, Dr Rhodes, I look forward to working with you.”
“As do I, Dr Y/L/N. I’m sure we’ll make a great team.”
[Flashback]
Skin on skin, rocking your hips up into his semi-hardness, relishing the sensation with desperate moans as he starts grinding and rolling into you with need.
Heart thundering loudly in your ears as you hold onto this beautiful stranger, surrounded by his heat, his scent, his voice speaking softly and lowly, encouraging you to take what you wanted.
He reaches down between your thighs to slip curious fingers into your panties, feeling with delight how turned on you were for him. "You're so fucking hot, Y/N," Connor remarks, slipping a finger between your folds to massage every which way, keeping the pressure as you reach for his cock through his boxers, palming him roughly.
It only spurs him on to roughly rid you of your panties, he brushes his nose against your neck, nuzzling as he inhales your scent, fingers now spread you apart as he lets two fingers coax inside your cunt, instantly pushing against your clit with his palm.
"More." You murmur, gasping with every slow teasing push and thrust of fingers that curl inside you, getting yourself off on his hand as you tug him free of his underwear. Appreciating the girth and adequate length of his cock, you couldn’t wait to feel him fill you right up.
His fingers hooking inside you, thrusting hard and then deliberately slow, working you up to begging for more,
"Yes, that’s it, princess, I love the way you squeeze around me, wanna squeeze around my cock?"
"Yes, Connor, yes. Please, more." Your legs fall further apart for him, he disappointingly removes his fingers, holding himself up and leaning across to the bedside table, fumbling around for lube and a condom. Your lips are swollen, parted in sheer lust, panting softly as pleasure still hums in your veins, waiting patiently for Connor to return his attention to you. You admire the sight of him, the way his stomach tenses as he leans, the muss of his hair where you’ve been running your hands through it, the marks you’ve left with your teeth and lips.
His fingers grasp around the small bottle, and a small packet. He hands you the packet as he flicks the cap open, making eye contact with you again. You squirm under his gaze, nodding in encouragement. He winks, running a hand over your stomach and up to your chest, fingers caressing and teasing, watching in satisfaction as your nipples harden. You reach out again, tugging him closer as you stroke his cock for him, slowly rolling the condom on. He holds the tube and squeezes, drizzling lube all over your cunt and his now covered length.
Connor leans in, pressing a slow, admiring, kiss to your lips,
“Ready?” He asks, kissing along your jaw. You hum, letting out a breathless, “Yes, fuck me.” Hearing the rumble of his laughter and feeling it against your body makes you shiver, his entire existence was enrapturing.
You gasp as he begins to push into you, slow sweet pressure that fills you inch by inch, giving you as much time as you need. You clutch his shoulders, hips arching as you take more of him in - the sensation of being filled by this handsome, charming, stranger was exhilarating.
“Shit, yes. Connor…” You’re muttering his name, lost to his rhythm, running your hands all over him, clinging on as he fucks you into the mattress. He nips at your neck, adoring the whines and mewls of pleasure he pulls from you, hitting the spot you wanted over and over.
You kept one hand on Connor’s shoulder, the other low on his back, almost pushing his ass to keep him close inside you. You press your knees to his side, “Let me ride.” you ask with flushed cheeks, wanting to ride him into release.
Your orgasm comes to a simmer, loving how quickly Connor obeys the request, laying atop him as he meets your bouncing rhythm, supporting yourself on his chest as he encourages you by the hips, letting one of his beautiful hands wander to find your clit, teasing firmly with each thrust. You feel the building energy pulsing through your cunt and into your clit, travelling up your spine.
It was a symphony of your and his breaths, moans and praises that got more erratic, it’s the pinching roll of your clit between his fingers that had your thighs shake. Hungered kisses that swallow your borderline screams of pleasure, pulsing wildly around his cock, waiting to watch his handsome face when he cums.
“Yes, yes… fuck yes…” His lips fall open in a silent moan, you grasp his jaw and bring him in for another kiss, tasting the alcohol on his lips over and over. Stunned, he sees stars, rutting with each release. He’s gripping onto your waist, trailing back up to stroke across your breasts, watching with wide, blown, eyes.
You’re both panting, hair dishevelled, giving each other a moment until you climb off and come to rest by his side, using his chest as a pillow.
[Presently]
Zoning back into the general chit-chat being exchanged, you come back to hear Dr Latham announcing his departure. “I have a few things to attend to, but I will come back later to see how everything is going.” You and Connor bid him farewell, and then you were alone.
You feel nervous now, but Connor remains calm and cool. “Shall we?” He prompts with a smile, gesturing towards the surgeon’s locker room, where you could put away your things and change into scrubs.
“Absolutely.” You nod, enthusiasm still very much within you, after all this was still the dream job you wanted, and now it had only got that much more intriguing. You swallow hard, unsure of what to say or whether this had somehow messed up your chances at Med.
Connor must hear your loud thinking, clearing his throat as he speaks, “Just so we’re clear…I really enjoyed last night, and I was sad to find no phone number for you this morning. What a surprise to find out my new partner was someone I get along so well with… Nothing has to come of this, but I just want you to know, I’d really like it if it did…”
You turn to him slightly, face covered in surprise as you hear his words. A pleasant fizz tingles in your stomach.
“I think I’d be pretty damn happy to give you my phone number…. And I enjoyed last night too. A lot.”
Connor lets out a small laugh, one of relief and happiness you realise. "That's settled then."
It would take you the entire day to have a conversation with Connor without thinking of the night previous, but it would be difficult to not seek out a repeat as soon as possible.
One-night stands were overrated.
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Fin.
