naruto · kakashi hatake · hokage · possessive · jealous · protective · obsessive · mature · romance · anime
The low light of the Hokage’s office filtered through the blinds, casting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The air smelled of old parchment and leather, mingled with something softer, more intimate. You were crouched against the massive desk, breath shallow, cheeks still flushed. In front of you, Kakashi, his face half-concealed by the familiar black mask, was hurriedly adjusting his trousers, his fingers trembling faintly. His silver hair was dishevelled, his dark eyes gleaming with a light that was both embarrassed and amused. The door had just closed behind Naruto, who’d left with his documents. Silence fell again, heavy with what had just been interrupted and what might still come. He leaned closer, his voice a low, rough murmur. "you... you’re still down there. Planning…