You had been teasing König all day and even while he was at work. He sighed heavily, seeing you prance around in his office with a petty smirk. He set down his papers and glares at you.

"Sit your pretty ass down, verdammter Scherz." König growled.

"Make me." you demanded.

Within seconds he was out of his seat. He grabbed you, put you over his shoulder and walked to his couch. He tossed you down, "Stay there." he demanded, his face close to yours, his eyes flickering to your pretty lips.