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CHAPTER 35- COME FOR ME PRETTY BOY

Author: NABI CD
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-05 02:40:53

Liam stayed silent.

The words “Tell me to stop and I will” lingered in the heavy darkness between them like a loaded question. His heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his throat, in his temples, in the throbbing pulse between his legs. Every inch of his body was hyper-aware of Raphael — the solid warmth of his chest pressed against his back, the strong hand that was currently teasing the elastic of his boxer briefs, the steady rise and fall of Raphael’s breathing against his neck.

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  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 35- COME FOR ME PRETTY BOY

    Liam stayed silent.The words “Tell me to stop and I will” lingered in the heavy darkness between them like a loaded question. His heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his throat, in his temples, in the throbbing pulse between his legs. Every inch of his body was hyper-aware of Raphael — the solid warmth of his chest pressed against his back, the strong hand that was currently teasing the elastic of his boxer briefs, the steady rise and fall of Raphael’s breathing against his neck.Raphael waited. Patient. Steady. Giving Liam every chance to pull away.When no protest came, Raphael’s hand slowly, deliberately slid lower.His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Liam’s boxer briefs, brushing over the trail of soft hair leading down. Liam’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body tensing.“Raphael…” Liam whispered, voice strained and shaky, barely audible.“mhmm?” Raphael murmured against his ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. “I’ve got you. Just feel. If at any point, you

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    TELL ME TO STOP AND I WILL

    Liam jolted awake with a gasp, heart pounding violently against his ribs. He'd had a nightmare.In the dream, he had been on the ice, stick in hand, when a brutal hit had shattered his arm completely. The doctors had delivered the verdict with grim faces: career-ending injury. No more hockey. No more captaincy. No more purpose. The crowd had faded into silence as he was carried off the ice, useless and broken.The pain in his real arm yanked him fully into consciousness. A deep, throbbing ache radiated from his elbow, sharp and unrelenting, as if someone was twisting a knife inside the joint. He winced hard, instinctively trying to shift positions to relieve the pressure, but the movement only made it worse. A low, pained groan escaped his throat before he could stop it.Beside him, Raphael stirred immediately. The mattress dipped as he sat up, voice rough with sleep but instantly alert.“Liam? What’s wrong?” Raphael’s hand was already reaching out in the dark, gently touching Liam’s

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 33- AFTERCARE

    Liam stood frozen in the middle of the hotel bathroom, heart hammering so loudly he was sure Raphael could hear it over the running water.“You’re going to help me shower?!” His voice cracked embarrassingly high. “No. No way. I’ll figure it out. I can—”Raphael leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriatingly calm smirk playing on his lips. “Pretty boy, you can barely lift your good arm without wincing. How exactly do you plan on washing your hair or your back?”Liam opened his mouth. Closed it. The reality of his situation hit him like a slapshot.“Fine,” he grumbled, face already burning. “But… the shower might be tricky with the sling. Water could get in.”Raphael glanced at the large corner bathtub. “Then we use the tub. You can rest your arm on the edge and keep it dry. Problem solved.”Liam’s brain short-circuited. A bathtub. With Raphael. This was getting worse by the second.Raphael didn’t wait for more protests. He turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 32- NANNY DUTY

    Liam sat on the edge of the examination table in the arena’s medical room, staring down at the black sling now secured around his right arm. The doctor had just finished the painful reduction and wrapped everything up with clear instructions: rest, ice, physical therapy, and absolutely no contact for at least a week. The victory high that had briefly filled the room had already faded into something heavier.They had won. They should be celebrating.Instead, the mood in the medical room and the hallway outside was subdued. A few teammates lingered near the door, shifting awkwardly.Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. “We can skip the celebration tonight, Cap. Doesn’t feel right partying while you’re sitting here like this.”Big Mike nodded. “Yeah, man. We can just head back to the hotel and chill. You took that hit for the team.”Liam immediately shook his head, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No. Absolutely not. You guys earned this win. Go celebrate. I’m fine. It’s

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 31- BITTERSWEET VICTORY

    Liam stepped out of the penalty box with his jaw locked tight, the five-minute penalty box feeling like an eternity. The arena noise crashed over him like a wave — cheers, boos, and the sharp scrape of skates on ice. His knuckles were raw and swollen from the brawl, and his right arm throbbed from an earlier hit he’d ignored.The scoreboard read 2-1 in favor of the Wolves. Good. They’d held the lead while he was gone.He skated back to the rink, where Raphael was already waiting, eyes sharp with concern. Their gazes met for a brief second. Raphael gave him a small nod — silent gratitude mixed with something heavier. Liam looked away quickly, afraid of what he might see in those dark eyes.“Welcome back, Cap!” Marcus shouted, slapping his shoulder. “We held ‘em. Let’s finish this.”The game resumed with ferocious intensity. The Shadow Reapers were angry, playing even dirtier now. Every shift felt like walking through fire. Liam threw himself into the play, skating harder than he had al

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 30- FIRE ON ICE

    Fire on iceLiam won the face-off cleanly, sweeping the puck back to his defenseman. The crowd roared as the Frostbite Wolves pushed forward into the offensive zone. Adrenaline flooded Liam’s system, sharp and clarifying, but underneath it was a storm of everything else — the kiss from last night, waking up tangled in Raphael’s arms this morning.Focus Liam! You're on the fucking ice right now!For the first few shifts, the Wolves looked strong. Liam skated hard, shoulders squared, stick active. Raphael was everywhere — fast, precise, reading the ice like he’d been born on it. They moved well together, instinctively. A quick pass here, a solid board battle there. The chemistry was undeniable.But the Shadow Reapers came out swinging.They were physical right from the start, throwing big hits and chirping constantly. The scarred defenseman — the one who had taunted Raphael before the drop — was especially vicious.On a rush early in the first period, Raphael carried the puck across the

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 1- Trouble moving in?

    The locker room smelled like sweat, icy gel, and adrenaline. Liam Lannister sat on the bench, lacing his skates with sharp, precise tugs, jaw tight as he listened to the distant roar of the crowd filtering through the tunnel.Frostbite Wolves versus Shadow Reapers. The biggest rivalry in the league

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 10- IN THE SHOWER WITH THORNE

    The locker room was humid with sweat and exhaustion. Liam's teammates helmets clattered on their benches, pads were peeled off with groans and laughter, and the usual post-practice chaos filled the space. And for once, Liam Lannister, captain of the Frostbite Wolves, stayed silent.He sat on the be

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 6- I NEED TO GET LAID

    Raphael’s voice dropped to a rough, intimate whisper, his breath hot against Liam’s ear. “Go on, Captain. Tell me how much you hate this…”Before Liam could snarl a reply, Raphael’s lips pressed against the shell of his ear. His wet tongue flicked teasingly over the sensitive lobe slowly, sending

  • PUCKING MY ROOMMATE    CHAPTER 5- Go on...tell me how much you hate this....

    The bass thumped through the walls of The Icehouse, the team’s favorite upscale club downtown. Neon blue and white lights pulsed across the crowded dance floor, reflecting off glass tables and mirrored columns like shards of ice. The Wolves had reserved the entire VIP section — bottle service flowi

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