(Kinktober 30. Shower .) Johnny decides to join you in the shower when he gets home.

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Steam curled lazily through the glass of Johnny’s penthouse bathroom, blurring windows over the neon skyline beyond. The lights from the city bled in through the condensation, streaks of magenta and electric blue flickering across the tiled walls like restless ghosts. The hum of Night City was a distant pulse beneath the hiss of running water.

You stood under the showerhead, head tipped back, the heat rolling down your skin in steady rivulets. The scent of his body wash, sandalwood and smoke smoke, lingered in the air. It was impossible to escape him here. Even when he wasn’t home, the place still felt like him: loud, alive, electric.

The sound of the door unlocking cut through the water’s rhythm. A heavy click, the quiet creak of hinges from the front door. Then his boots across the floor, low, deliberate steps that made the space feel smaller with each one.

Johnny heard the shower running, and he never knocked.

“Didn’t think I’d be missin’ the show, did you?” His voice came from the doorway, that familiar rasp laced with amusement.

You caught the faint reflection of him in the fogged glass, a silhouette backlit by red neon, the glint of chrome from his cyberarm catching the light. He shrugged off his jacket as he spoke, lazy and unhurried, the edge of a smirk in his tone.

He hesitated only long enough to pull his shirt over his head before stepping closer, the fabric unceremoniously discarded on the floor. The sound of the water grew louder as he reached for the shower door.

When it slid open, a rush of cooler air cut through the steam, followed by the weight of his stare, sharp, lingering, hungry in its own unspoken way.

“You gonna tell me to off?” he asked, tone low but threaded with a dare. “Or you just gonna stand there and keep temptin’ me?”

The corner of his mouth curved, that half-smirk, half-charming smile that always meant trouble when you didn't push him away. He toed off his boots, the metal of his arm glinting as he reached for his belt. The clink of metal on tile echoed through the fog as his pants and belt joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“You know,” he drawled, stepping inside and into the hot running water with you when you still didn’t stop him, “you keep lettin’ me in like this, sweetheart.” his voice dipped, roughened.

He shut the glass door behind him with a soft thud as it slid into place.

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Authors Notes: kinktober list here

I am super busy today and about to start my 3 hour clown makeup for Halloween so this is posted untested! I'll fix anything over the weekend but he's on the same personality as any other bots of him I've done

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