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Panam Palmer x Young Male V Story (Cyberpunk 2077 Commission) (Excerpt - Happy Birthday)
🕑 Added 2024-01-29 04:48:28 +0000 UTCPanam’s heart was pounding in her chest when she met V outside the Sunset Motel. The motel was not much to look at, but this had been the spot she and V had rested at after he had helped her get her stolen truck back. There had been a bit of tension between the two of them at the time, and part of her had wanted to just share a bed rather than sleeping in separate beds. After the growing attraction she was feeling for her younger friend, she was now regretting all the times she hadn’t just thrown caution to the wind and seduced him.
V was leaning up against his motorcycle - formerly Jackie’s - as Panam pulled her truck up alongside him. He was smoking a cigarette as she pulled up. This surprised her as she had never known V to smoke. She supposed it may have been a habit he picked up at some point in the years that they had been separated and she had just never noticed it. He put out his cigarette with his sneaker as he noticed her approach, his face lighting up upon seeing her.
Panam gulped as she stepped out of her Thornton. All she could think about was the BD virtu. Instead of V wearing his jacket, jeans and sneakers, all she could picture was him naked and going down on her, making her moan and climax on the adorable cutie’s tongue. She shook her head of such thoughts, knowing that the BD virtu had not been real. Still, real or not, it still took all her willpower to rein in her libido from the thought of it.
“Hey V,” Panam said with a smile. She walked over to him and wrapped him in a hug. She had been this close to V before given that they had been friends for some time, but this felt…different. Even being near him now had her heart racing as she took in his scent. She just hoped he wouldn’t scare him off with how forward she was being.
V seemed surprised for a moment but he returned the hug. “Hey Panam. How you been?”
She pulled back from the hug. “Better now that you’re here, kiddo.”
He took her in and Panam inwardly beamed when his eyes went wide. “You look…wow.” Panam had done her hair up for him and worn some higher end perfume that was not easy to come by in the Badlands. She couldn’t remember that last time she had prettied herself up like this for any guy. Part of her had felt silly for doing so, but those doubts were assuaged by V’s look of adoration he gave her.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Panam said with a smile, stroking his cheek. “Anyway, we’ve got a job to do, yes?”
“Right,” V said, rubbing the back of his neck. “So…what’ve we got?”
Taking on a more business-like tone, Panam said, “The Wraiths have been ramping things up a bit ever since we saved Saul and took out that outpost. Mitch thinks he knows where most of them are holded up. So I figured you and I could go do a little recon, assess their strength. That is…if you’re still up for helping. I’d understand if you were too busy.”
“Of course I am,” V answered without hesitation. “You driving?”
Panam’s heart swelled at V’s unwavering commitment to her. It was part of why she loved him so much. “You even need to ask?” she asked jokingly, grinning. “Hop in.”
V grabbed his katana and pistols and got into the passenger seat. She started up her truck and turned to V in the seat next to her. He was already in “combat mode”, carefully inspecting his weapons. This had become part of his routine, and he had evidently become very good at it. It was hard to believe that he had gone from a petty thief on the streets to a professional merc in just a few years.
“By the way,” Panam said, getting his attention. “I got you something.”
She reached into the back seat and handed it to him. V let out a laugh as Panam handed him a finely-crafted revolver with a red bow around the handle. “Holy shit, Panam. This is for me?”
Panam smiled from ear to ear. “Happy birthday, kiddo.”
“You remembered,” V said wistfully.
“Of course I did. How could I forget a day like today?”
He smiled, looking down at the pristine condition of his new weapon. “This can’t have been cheap, Panam. I don’t know if I can take this.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, V. You’ve done so damn much for me and the clan lately, and you’re still doing more for me today. You saved Saul, and you keep going out of your way whenever I call you up. A gun is the least I can do.”
“You gave me a new sniper rifle too…”
“Yep, and like the sniper rifle, this iron has a few of my own modifications. Well, mine and Cassidy’s. I think you’re gonna like it.”
V smirked, swapping out his usual pistol for his new gift after taking off the bow. “Well, if we get into trouble today, at least I’ll be able to get some use out of it.”
“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen,” Panam said. “This is a recon mission, so if we do get caught we’re going to have a hell of a fight. More than just the two of us can handle alone.”
“Stealthy then. Got it.”
Panam began driving to the location of the Wraith base that Mitch had indicated to her. As she did, she noticed V checking her out. Like he had previously at the Raffen outpost. Panam drank in his looks this time, and made no attempt to shy away from it. Subtly, she brushed her dark strands of hair out of the way so V could get an even better look at her chest. She was wearing a leotard beneath her jacket that accentuated her cleavage quite well, for his benefit. And he was taking the bait hook, line and sinker. He gulped and looked away, and Panam chuckled inwardly at the young man’s adorable awkwardness. With a blade or a gun in his hand, he was a stone cold professional, but he still got adorkably nervous around girls.
With one hand still on the wheel, she decided to push the envelope a tad. Panam reached out and put her hand on his leg. To his credit, he didn’t flinch, though she could see him blushing. “Hey V…thanks for being here.”
He smiled. “A- anytime.”
Panam’s hand lingered there, even drifting up slightly toward his inner thigh. She heard the faintest intake of breath from him. Deciding not to push her luck, she withdrew her hand. If she didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn she noticed a twitching in his pants, followed by a hint of a tent forming there. A rather considerable tent.
When Panam had finished off the BD virtu that Judy had given her, she had imagined V being hung. Not that such things were important to her; she would adore V no matter what he was packing. But such a fantasy crept up nonetheless. But seeing the telltale signs of a surprisingly big bulge forming as a result of a little risque touching made her realize that there just might be more to this than just fantasy.
Fuck, if V really was packing some heat in his pants, she just might explode with lust. He’d already proven himself to be a teen with a hell of a lot of surprises up his sleeve. What was one more? She didn’t want to create unrealistic expectations in her head, but it was impossible for the nomad woman not to at this point.
As she thought her own impure thoughts about the boy next to her, he did something that made her jump. He put his hand on her leg this time. She was supposed to be the more composed one in this scenario, and here she was shaking like a leaf as the undoubtedly virgin merc did little more than go tit for tat on the touching that she herself had initiated. The cheeky fucker even smiled, staring straight ahead out the windshield in front of him while his hand rested on her leg.
They were getting close to their destination, and Panam took that opportunity to clear her throat. “H- hey V…we’re just about there.”
V removed his hand casually as the truck came to a stop at a ravine on the outskirts of the Wraith base, his face switching up to something more serious and professional as he readied his weapons, including the new pistol she’d gifted him. “Well then…game time?” he asked with a wink.
Before she could respond, he had opened up the door and was stepping out to begin doing some recon on the base. Panam regained her composure and followed suit, huffing as she did. She tried her best to stay focused on the task at hand. But at the moment, all she could think about was tugging V’s pants down and sinking herself down onto his cock.
