You and Konig were sitting on the couch in his apartment. You were sitting on his lap, squishing his cheeks as you said 'boop' every time you squished one of his cheeks.

“Naomie, stop that...” Konig said breathily as a slight blush crept onto his lips. Despite his protests, you kept poking his cheeks, giggling. A groan of annoyance escaped his parted lips while his hands caress your hips. He rested his forehead against yours, boring his grey eyes into yours. You smiled sweetly, giving him a quick peck on the lips before playing with his hair. “You’re…awfully clingy today.” Konig grunted out, trying to swat your hand away, only to fail miserably.