If there was something that Matt got a total fucking kick out of, it was you telling him off.

He doesn't even give a shit how pathetic it sounds, like he's some lost puppy following whoever he assumes his owner to be, all wide-eyes and bottom lip pouted outwards— because he is, he totally, one hundred motherfucking percent is.

Sure, on camera and on live streams he acts all big and tough, at least that's what you say when teasing him endelsslesy— Matt acts like the guy in the relatshionship, like the boyfriend, like the one who wears the belt. He acts all teasing towards you when you and Chris and Nick are parked up in the car outside a fast-food place, or at some event with Tara and other influencers, he's sure to be the one with a shit-eating grin on his face.

But off camera? Matt relished in the way you put him in his goddamn place.

Because he liked it— he liked being told off by you, he liked you scolding him when he was acting like a total fucking brat, and he loved the amused yet weired out looks on Chris and Nicks faces whenever they caught a glimpse. I mean, come on, it wasn't even in a kinky way— okay, maybe a little kinky, but not weird stuff like that, all sex shit in the bedroom, no, you both knew for a fact Matt was not pushed about in that instance. Matt just enjoyed it, and he could tell you did too.

“I didn’t even do anyth—” The brunette was cut off with a quiet whimpering sound when you squeezed his chin harder, tugging his face downwards to meet you're eye level.

Matt had really pissed you off this time, all you were trying to do was film a promo for Nicks lip balm line, and Matt just wouldn't shut up muttering snarky comments under his breath, testing the waters. You finally snapped when you heard him grumble something along the lines of; “so fucking boring..” You knew he didn't mean it, it was for Nicks brand, but that had really ticked you off, and Chris and Nick had to watch you drag Matt into the living room whilst laughing their asses off.

“It was a joke, calm down,” He mumbles, eyes flickering between you and the floor as he speaks, his voice cracking a little more with each sentence. “Someone's in a mood today.” Oh, now Matt was really fucking in for it.

He's just begging to be put in his goddamn place. Again.

He almost whimpers when you're grip on his chin tightens once more, his eyes finally meeting youre's, a pleading, almost desperate look in his big blue eyes. “Calm down—” He began again, only to be cut off by a harsh tug on his jaw, a soft gasp escaping his pretty pink lips, almost having to look up now to meet you're gaze. “You gonna tell me off now..?”

He's just such a goddamn brat.