The rain in Amegakure never asked permission.
It simply took.
Naruto landed on the cracked rooftop of Konan's tower just after midnight, boots splashing into shallow puddles. No orange jacket tonight—just a soaked black compression shirt and pants that clung like a second skin, outlining every hard line the war had carved into him.
He didn't knock.
He never did anymore.
The sliding door was already cracked open, a silent invitation.
Inside, the air smelled of wet paper, ink, and something warmer—something female and dangerous.
Konan stood with her back to him, folding the last of her nightly cranes at a low table. The indigo kimono hung loose on her shoulders, slipping just enough to show the elegant curve of her spine and the faint silver scars that mapped old battles.
"You're dripping on my floor again," she said without turning.
Naruto smirked, kicking the door shut behind him.
"Guess you'll have to punish me then."
The words hung heavy between them.
She finally looked over her shoulder.
Amber eyes met blue.
No words. Just the slow, deliberate way her gaze dragged down his body—lingering on the way rainwater traced the ridges of his abs, disappearing into the low waistband of his pants.
The Nine-Tails chakra inside him stirred, a low growl of heat and hunger.
Konan felt it too.
She always did.
She crossed the room in four quiet steps.
No hesitation.
Her fingers curled into the wet fabric over his chest, pulling him down until their mouths crashed together.
The kiss was filthy from the start—teeth, tongue, desperate.
Naruto groaned low in his throat when she bit his bottom lip hard enough to sting.
"Fuck, Konan—"
She swallowed the rest of his words, shoving him backward until his shoulders hit the wall.
Paper wings erupted around them, not attacking—just trembling, fluttering like excited heartbeats.
Her hands were already working the ties of his pants.
Nimble fingers freed him in seconds.
He was thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip from the moment he'd stepped inside.
She dropped to her knees without a word.
Naruto's head thudded back against the wood when her warm mouth closed around him.
"Shit—!"
She didn't tease.
She took him deep on the first slide, throat relaxing in a way that made his knees nearly buckle.
One hand braced on his thigh, nails digging in; the other wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.
The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, echoing off stone walls.
Rain drummed harder outside, like it was trying to drown them out.
Naruto's fingers tangled in her blue hair, not forcing, just holding on for dear life.
"Konan… you're gonna make me—"
She pulled off with a wet pop, lips glistening, eyes dark and wicked.
"Not yet."
She rose, turned, and braced both palms flat against the wall.
The kimono slipped further down one shoulder, baring the elegant line of her neck and the swell of one breast.
She looked back at him over her shoulder, voice low and commanding.
"Claim me, Naruto.
Like the beast inside you wants to."
The Nine-Tails roared.
He was on her in an instant—hands gripping her hips, yanking the fabric up around her waist.
No underwear.
Just slick, ready heat waiting for him.
He pushed in with one long, brutal thrust.
They both moaned—loud, shameless.
He didn't give her time to adjust.
He fucked her hard, fast, possessive—each snap of his hips driving deeper, claiming every inch.
Konan arched, head falling back, blue hair sticking to her neck in wet strands.
"Harder," she hissed.
He obeyed.
One hand slid around to the front, rough fingers finding her clit and rubbing fast, merciless circles.
She shattered first—back bowing, thighs shaking, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she clenched around him like a vice.
Naruto followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and coming with a guttural growl, filling her deep while the storm outside raged in approval.
They stayed locked together, panting.
Slowly, Konan turned in his arms, lips brushing his jaw.
"That…" she breathed, "…was only the beginning."
Naruto grinned, feral and satisfied, the Nine-Tails' chakra still simmering under his skin.
"Yeah?" he rasped. "Who's next on the list?"
Konan's smile was small, dangerous, and full of promise.
"We'll see how many hearts the storm can claim."
Outside, the rain kept falling.
Inside, something unstoppable had just awakened.
**To be continued…**
(Next chapter: Hinata's quiet visit to the Hokage's office turns into something very unquiet 🤫🤫🤫)