⋆˚꩜｡ Like You've Seen Me Naked
Synopsis: Pre-first day jitters lead you to the bar near your new apartment. When an attractive man strikes conversation, what's the harm in inviting him up for a cup of coffee after drinks?
*This idea leeched to my brain after rewatching Grey's Anatomy for the billionth time! Also, I'm trying to get better at smut please forgive the awkwardness 🙈
Warnings: Medstudent!reader, brief moment of smut, suggestive content, cursing, probably inaccurate medical stuff, season one and two Frank
This is inherently a bad idea.
Going for drinks before work will indefinitely lead you to having the migraine of a lifetime the morning of your first day at your new job. Your nerves are enough to make you turn a blind eye.
Tomorrow will mark the first day of the rest of your career. Yes, you've already been in medical school for two years, but this is your first time working hands on. You're beginning your internship at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, a third year med student just trying to find her footing.
Of course, for now, you were just yourself and you wanted to enjoy it as long as you can. So, you make the short walk down to the bar near your apartment. It's a Sunday night and the engagement is not surprising. There's only a few stragglers scattered around the joint.
You choose a private area at the bar: in the corner near the bathroom. The bartender serves your drink of choice after you mumble your preference shyly.
You've been hoping this new start would gift you a back bone. Your whole life you've been shy and compliant to those around you, but you have a deep love for medicine and helping those in need. You figure being in a real environment will make your love stronger than your necessity to be a pushover.
Two drinks in and a man makes himself known.
"Bourbon on the rocks," he takes a seat on the stool next you, "Long day?"
You glance over at him, a little embarrassed as your mouth detached from the straw in your glass. You had an appreciation for what people deemed 'girlie' drinks. "Is it obvious?"
He chuckles, "a little, trust me, I get it."
A couple hours prior, the man you'll come to know as Frank, was feeling something entirely different. He had just completed his last shift at the PMTC, or at least, the last one for a while. He came to the bar looking to nurse a drink while wondering where he went wrong in life. He's an addict, an adrenaline junkie. This all started with a pesky back injury and a couple of painkillers that should've simply comforted him in his time of need. Frank grew reliant on the comfort, even after his pain subsided. It lead him to a life of secrecy and eventually betrayal, not only to his wife and kids, but to his coworkers and patients. And for just a little while, he wanted to think about something other than how he was a failure. Then he saw you, alone, with a cosmopolitan looking just as hopeless as he had been.
Somewhere between another three and four drinks, the man ended up at your apartment when you offered to make a couple cups of coffee to sober up. Coffee becomes an idea in the rearview after you drunkenly kiss him.
"The coffee?" He murmurs against your lips, turning to pin you against the front door.
"No talking," maybe you're bolder when you're intoxicated or maybe this guy brought out another side of you.
"Yes ma'am," He growled, a masculine instinct took over him and you weren't stopping this anytime soon.
A cosmopolitan turned into your legs being thrown in the air, your thighs being pushed to your chest, and your breasts being groped like they personally offended him.
"Yeah, you needed this huh? Don't even know my fuckin' name," He drills into you, his large hands squeezing the back of your knees.
"Tell me," His desperation comes out in vocal pleas.
"I needed this," you mewl, your eyes watering with pleasure, "I needed this and I don't even know you- fuck it's too much."
"Oh?" He lets out a shaky groan, "This cock too much for you? Uh-uh you're taking me so good baby."
He doesn't know where to keep his eyes as they switch back and forth between your wide-eyed expression and the way his cock slides into you roughly.
"Harder, god you're so good," you push your hands through his hair and grip at the roots, eliciting a moan from him.
"I can make it all better," his hand reaches down so his thumb can rub circles over your clit, matching the pace of his thrusting.
You didn't know his name but he could pull one orgasm after the other from you. For the night, you had forgotten about all the new job anxieties, being made to feel like a woman was all you needed to get out of your own world.
You don't even realize you'd fallen asleep until you feel the warmth from the sun graze your eyelids. Groggy, and just as expected: a migraine, you sit up and pull the sheets away.
There's a body next to you and you don't even remember walking back to your apartment, let alone inviting a stranger in. He must sense your movements because he stirs awake.
"What time is it?" He yawns.
"After 5, and you need to leave." You state firmly as you slip into your sweatpants.
He turns on his side to watch you, a hand propping up his head, "Or you could get over here and we could pick up where we left off."
"Tempting, but I have work."
The mention of work suddenly makes Frank feel like he's been crushed by an anvil. He can't think about that place for now, it's his final morning of freedom before solemnly checking into the rehab facility his wife arranged.
His wife, his kids, everyone he's disappointed yet he's here with you and he doesn't seem to care. Frank knows that makes him a bad guy, a weak man, but after the way you made him feel he can't go back. However, he is going to let you go, for your sake. He presumes you have everything together based on how tidy your place is, and he doesn't want you to have unwanted drama in your life.
"I'm going to shower," you snap him out of his thoughts, "and when I'm done, you won't be here."
It's been almost a year since you started your internship at PMTC, or better known as: the Pitt. You found it fitting despite HR's complaints. You truly came into your own here, it was the missing puzzle piece in your life. You went through shifts exhilarated, tired of course, but this was exactly where you needed to be. Not to mention, the relationships you formed with staff were unlike any other place you'd been in your past. You tried nightshift a couple times and much to Dr. Abbot's dismay, you preferred dayshift. You enjoyed the pace, and you also admired the friends you'd made.
Whitaker and Santos were an undeniable duo, and you appreciated their banter. You usually got drinks with them after a long day, but your true friend was Mel King. You two clicked instantly in the best way: you had tons in common, and when it came to your differences, it was complementary.
Often, the two of you would talk about a resident of the name: Frank Langdon. She was ecstatic at the thought of you meeting him one day if he were to come back. It was clear he was her favorite mentor. Over time, you even became excited just because of the way she would discuss him.
It didn't take long for you to realize that Dr. King was one of few who spoke in favor of Dr. Langdon. Of course, Trinity had no problem with indulging you in last year's incident. For your best friend, you try to feel indifferent about the subject, but you can't deny that that Dr. Langdon had created an extremely difficult situation.
Fourth of July was a shift you'd been looking forward to the most. You knew it was gonna be a case of disaster. Idiots and firecrackers, dad's and barbecue mishaps, and teenagers with alcohol poisoning. Morbid, but you couldn't wait for a chaos filled shift.
Now, you're charting after your first patient of the morning. It's six am and no one dare mentions the 'Q' word.
"Dr. Langdon!" The familiar chime of Mel's bubbly voice rings you out of your work.
You'd never understood the expression of 'my heart fell to my ass', not until this moment. Everything slowed to a holt: it was him.
The man who bought you your second drink.
The man who had kissed you with a deep necessity.
The man who buried his face between your legs after fucking you senseless.
He was here and he was in scrubs.
"Y/N! Come meet Dr. Langdon," Dr. King practically jumps and then turns to Frank, "I've told her so much about you."
"I bet you have," His voice is breathless, stunned, looks like he finally understood the expression as well.
"Dr. Langdon," You force a professional smile, but your eyes read: kill me now.
After the uncomfortable introductions, you make it a point to avoid Frank Langdon all day long. You make it to 3 P.M before he catches you in the elevator.
"Hold it!" He calls out, stretching his hand forward to catch the door, it retracts and you sigh.
"Doctor," He chuckles, making an attempt to be lighthearted. After spending an entire day making amends and being caught in the crossfire of a messy interaction with Santos (not to say he didn't deserve it), a little lighthearted conversation with you would do him good.
"This is humiliating," You huff as you watch him press the third floor.
"Oh it's not so bad," Frank glances at you, "We're both adults, we can be professional about this."
"You're married!" You scoff and he looks at the floor, "Yeah, I heard."
"Separated, and it was down that path when we slept together." Frank tries to explain, "I know that doesn't excuse my behavior."
"You're right, it doesn't," Frank can't help himself when he looks at you again.
"Stop looking at me like that," You glare at him.
"Like what?" He snickers.
"Like you've seen me naked!"
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