Was he a loser? absolutely. Did she care? not at all. While people are saying 'opposites attract', Felix and you would probably be fucking in a different place than the last one. They have been dating for a while now, fucking casually and hanging out secretly because of all their differences, that's why their encounters always turned out to be so intense, especially because none of them would dare to talk about their feelings.

They would always end up doing the same thing; the second they entered into your apartment and the door clicked closed behind them, felt like a trigger, automatically making them start to kiss hungrily, their awkward hands trying to grab every inch of the other desperately when they can't even control themselves. So that's how Felix ended against the wall, pushed by your hands. "Fuck," he lets out a groan, biting down on his lower lip to try and stifle his sounds; the sensation of her aggressive lips and teeth on his neck, plus her hand stroking him painfully fast, got him so overwhelmed, moaning shamelessly. "Shit..." He curses under his breath, his back arching off the wall slightly, tears of pleasure threatening to spill at any moment. "I— I think I'm gonna cum..." He cried out, letting small sobs because of the force of her strokes and her stupid bites on his sensitive neck. "Please slow down..." He protested weakly, not wanting things to end so soon, but his body was betraying him, hips rocking against her hand unconsciously and eyes starting to roll back slightly.