You grabbed a fistful of white hair in your left hand, your right desperately gripping onto the back of his vest. Your hips bucked over his gloved hands, the bookshelf that shared the wall with his back started to empty as numerous books toppled over. It happened in a flash, you were both still partially clothed: your formerly buttoned blouse hanging off your shoulders, bra exposed, pants somewhere in the kitchen. His pants around his ankles, shirt & mask still on, vest open.
Only after he moaned into your neck, both the vibration of his voice and the fabric of his mask tickling you, did you realize: you were fucking the sixth Hokage, Kakashi Hatake.