(Zen x MC) Prompt: "Imagine Person A saying to Person B, "If real life was a fandom, people would ship us." Bonus: Person A, never one to quit when they're ahead, continues to say "There would be porn of us." How Person B reacts is up to you.
If there was one thing MC had learned ever since she'd started dating Zen, it was that while he was the most attentive boyfriend she could've dreamed of, whenever he got into work mode he stopped noticing anything that happened around him. Usually, that didn't bother her - it's not like he didn't shower her with attention and compliments every other moment they were together - but she'd had a rough day at her own job, and seeing him on the couch absorbed in his script was starting to get frustrating.
After staring at him for a long time, MC sighed, wondering how she could get her very focused boyfriend to switch his attention to her. Something she'd seen on Tumblr earlier that week came to her mind - yes, that would be perfect.
"You know, Zen," she started, plopping down next to him.
"Hmm?" he asked, not raising his eyes from the paper he was holding.
"If real life was a fandom, people would ship us," MC said, leaning forward so she could take hold of the end of his ponytail, twisting it lightly around her fingers.
Zen finally looked at her, a soft smile on his lips.
"Of course they would, honey, we're meant for each other," he said.
MC was about to celebrate her victory when Zen gave her a quick kiss, almost immediately going back to studying his script. She pouted, frustrated that her plan hadn't worked, but it soon turned into a smirk. Time to take drastic measures.
She scooted even closer to him, moving so that her lips were almost touching his ear when she whispered, "There would be porn of us."
The effect was instant; Zen made a strange noise, sputtering as the script fell from his hands and he turned to look at MC, who put on the most innocent expression she could muster.
"B-babe! You can't say things like that out of the blue!" Zen managed to say, his voice a pitch higher than usual as his cheeks turned red.
"Why?"
"Because- You'll drive me crazy! Saying those things to a man, you'll wake the beast like th-"
"Maybe," MC interrupted, "that's exactly what I want to do."
Zen was silent for a moment, his mouth slightly ajar, and MC took this opportunity to pull him into a kiss. His shock didn't last long; Zen wound his hands around her waist, maneuvering them so that MC was lying on the couch and he hovered above her.
Pressing kisses down her neck, he said, "Whatever happens, it's your fault, babe."
"Oh, I know it is," MC replied, unable to keep a smile off her face. Turning her head to the side to give Zen more access, the last thing she saw before closing her eyes was the script lying on the floor, forgotten.
Mission accomplished.