Kakashi Oneshots Book 1

Steam billowed out of the bathroom as Kakashi stepped out of the shower, towel-drying his silver hair. Water droplets clung to his chiseled body, glistening under the dim light. His broad shoulders and toned chest flexed slightly as he ran the towel through his damp locks. His abdomen was taut, each muscle well-defined but not overly bulky—just the perfect balance of strength and agility. His skin was lightly tanned, marred with scars from countless battles, each one telling a story. 

He had just reached for a fresh mask when— 

“Whoa—!” 

You froze in the doorway, eyes widening as you took in the sight before you. Your breath caught in your throat, and your face instantly burned. 

Kakashi was completely naked. 

His one visible eye blinked in surprise before narrowing in amusement. A slow, knowing smirk curled at the edges of his lips. 

“Well, well,” he mused, tossing his towel over his shoulder instead of covering himself. “Didn’t expect you to be so bold, sweetheart. You sure you didn’t plan this?” 

Your mouth opened, but words failed you. The heat of the steam mixed with the scent of his soap, wrapping around you like a trap, making it impossible to focus on anything but him 

“I—I wasn’t—” 

“Peeping?” Kakashi finished for you, tilting his head. “Then why are you still standing there?” 

Your legs refused to move. You couldn’t even blink. Every inch of him was pure, honed strength, and his casual confidence only made it worse. He wasn’t even trying to cover himself—if anything, he looked amused

Kakashi took a slow, deliberate step forward. 

“You know,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something dark and teasing, “most people would turn around by now. But not you. Interesting.” 

You sucked in a breath, your throat dry. “I—it’s not like that!” 

“Mm.” Another step. He was close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating off his damp skin. “Then tell me…” His voice dropped, sending a shiver down your spine. “Why are you still looking?” 

Your heart pounded. His smirk deepened. 

“You’re curious, aren’t you?” His tone was pure sin, thick with amusement. “Wondering what it’d feel like if I touched you… if I pressed you against this wall…” 

Your breath hitched. The air between you crackled with something dangerous, something undeniable. 

Kakashi leaned in just enough that his lips nearly brushed the shell of your ear. “You’re blushing.” 

Your fingers curled into fists, your knees weak. “Shut up.” 

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Cute.” 

The heat in the room had nothing to do with the shower. The way he loomed over you, his bare body so close, his scent wrapping around you like a slow-burning fire—you could barely think. 

Then, just as quickly as he closed the distance, he pulled back, his smirk nothing short of wicked. 

“Better get out of here before you do something reckless,” he murmured, grabbing a fresh towel and slinging it around his waist. “Unless, of course… you want to stay.” 

His eye glinted with mischief. The choice was yours. 

Gotta leave you on a little cliffhanger😉