Naoto's Most Important Suspect (WIP) (Patreon)

Being part of the police force, especially as a young detective, caused Naoto to meet dozens to hundreds of different kinds of people. Those that made a mistake and regretted what they did, those that could be considered insane and had no thoughts about what they did, and even those that were looking for some harmless fun but just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her most recent arrest actually happened to be one of those individuals that just wanted to have a bit of fun but screwed up along the way. and, deep down, Naoto actually felt a bit bad for the man. To the point that she didn't even arrest him for his initial crime of flashing and indecent exposure. There was no need to in her mind. At least, not when she first met him.

It's now been a month since the day she met this man and started to visit him to make sure he was keeping himself in line. It has also been a month since the man first seduced Naoto and brought her into his home. And now, here she was, sitting in his lap with a smile on her face as his dick was buried deep into her cunt. Neither of them rocked their body, grinding against the other one. But instead, they both stayed still, stayed naked, and stayed in the other's arms. Naoto rested her head against the man's shoulder as he kept both of his hands against her plump rear end. She had her eyes closed as she nuzzled against him, her breasts squishing against his large stomach while his hands gently and slowly explored her body.

"When you came to arrest me a month ago, I didn't think things would turn out like this."

The man's rough and groggy voice reminded Naoto that he was almost twice her age and had been smoking probably for as long as she had been alive. But there was something charming about it. Maybe it was the way he held onto her, or the way his cock throbbed against her inner walls despite neither of them moving. Whatever the reason actually was, all she could do was smile as she recalled the day that she had come to arrest him. "Fortunately for me, I started my period the day before I was sent to arrest you. So, when I found you... My body just sort of... Took control for itself. And all it took was seeing you pull that robe down." A gentle chuckle rumbled in her throat as she wrapped her arms around the man's neck and thought back to that day.

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Recently, there have been multiple reports about a man flashing others in public and running before anyone could do anything about it. No one had a solid guess about the man’s appearance or where he was from, leading the police to ask Naoto for help. Fortunately, it only took her a matter of a day or two to pinpoint his home and track him down. Though, it certainly helped that she noticed a man flashing a young woman about her age when she was exploring the area. It made it very easy for her to follow him to his home.

When she arrived at his home, her breath almost hitched in her throat the moment she saw it. So used to the city life and the sights around the police station, it caught her by surprise to see that someone could live in a simple shack on the edge of town. One that almost looked run down and like it was ready to fall over with just a strong gust of wind. However, in the back of her mind, she knew that she had to arrest this man. Not only was he a suspect in something at the police station, but if she didn’t arrest him, more people would be flashed and more incidents would be reported in, leaving a massive stain on her record as a detective.

Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to make his way inside and disappear. Naoto waited for a few minutes to let the man get comfortable inside, also giving herself a few minutes to accept what she was doing. Stress, fatigue, and annoyance bubbled up inside of her when she thought about the paperwork that bringing this man in would cause. Not only did the station still not have any confirmed identity for him, but trying to prove it was him that was flashing everyone would be almost impossible if she wasn’t prepared. And it didn’t help that her body felt hot and occasionally touch-starved thanks to the birth control she started to try and help her periods while she was handling cases.

Quickly shaking her head, trying to get all of the excuses out of her mind, Naoto quickly marched her way to the man’s door before knocking on it. She had to get this done. It was her job and she didn’t need her emotions getting in the way of her work. Though, when he didn’t answer shortly after she knocked, her heart sank into her chest. Did he somehow leave when she wasn’t paying attention? Did he sneak away, knowing he was being followed? On instinct, hoping to spot him, Naoto leaned her head to the side and peeked into the nearby window. And what she saw caused her heart to sink even lower into her stomach.

It was an absolute pigsty inside. The room right at the front door was disgusting. Trash was everywhere, the couch that he was sitting on had dozens of stains on it and was even coming apart at certain parts of the fabric. On top of that, the walls and ceiling looked like he had somehow spilled beer on them and never bothered to clean it. At first, Naoto wanted to vomit at the sight, unsure how anyone could live like this.

Though, when she knocked a second time, a thought rushed through her mind before she could push it away. Was he living like this because he wanted to? Did he have a choice in the matter? No matter how she looked at it, no one would live in something like this willingly. Even the most disgusting people would try and clean up a little bit. And, even if this man enjoyed flashing people, something about the way he was living caused her to wonder just if--

Before she could finish her train of thought, the front door to this man’s home opened and Naoto was greeted with the sight of him standing there in just a robe. A robe he hadn’t bothered to close before answering her knocking. For a moment, she stayed silent, wondering just how she should go about doing this. But when she looked him up and down, making sure that he was indeed the one that she needed to arrest, something caught her attention.

Right underneath his large gut was a proportionally large cock pushing up against his skin. Almost immediately, a deep blush came to her cheeks before she lifted her head back up and looked the man in the eyes, bringing a hand to her mouth to clear her throat. “I’m a detective down at the local precinct and I need to bring you in as a suspect under investigation. So, I’m sorry to say this, but you’re under arrest.”

As she spoke, Naoto pulled a pair of handcuffs out from behind her, pulling them out of her back pocket while keeping the man in her line of sight. With her free hand, she reached out and turned him around by grabbing onto his wrist. In the same moment, she looked down and took a deep breath, completely unaware of the fact that his robe began to slip off of his body in the process. But when she looked back up, she didn’t think twice about the fact that his robe was missing from his back and all she could see was his back hair.

Though, Naoto did realize something was off when she slipped both of the cuffs onto him and turned him around once again. A strange, powerful, and almost addictive scent hit her nostrils the moment he was facing her again. “W-What is that smell?” The words left her mouth almost instinctively as she looked around her, taking a step toward his doorway to peek inside. With a gentle whiff, she could tell that the smell wasn’t coming from that. But when she turned back to him, the scent was even stronger. And that’s when she realized exactly what she was smelling. The scent of this man’s musk, wafting off of his cock because his robe fell off of his body and she didn’t notice until it was too late.

However, now that the scent of his musk continued to waft into her nostrils and into her mind, the only thing Naoto could bring herself to do was blush and tilt her head upward to look at this man. A gentle but shaky breath left her lips as she kept her eyes on him, her gaze narrowing for a moment as thought after thought rushed through her mind. Should she take him in when he was like this? Could she even take him in like this? How big of a mistake did she just make? Just how unwashed musk his cock be to let off a scent like this? Why was the scent so wonderful and delicious to her? Would it be wrong of her to want a taste of his cock?