more than i can hold in my heart.

wap

a/n: i recently just saw parents reacting to wap, and it's so funny to me, and god knows i wont ever be brave enough for that but i can atleast write about it

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Tuck held in his laughter as he watched Elijah's tiktok video.

He was his best friend, and he was grounded at the moment. Elijah made his parents react to WAP, and it was hilarious. His parents were shocked and outraged, and grounded him.

"You're dead, dude," Tuck laughed when they met up at school.

Elijah grumbled. "It was so funny, but 2 weeks? I'm gonna rot in my house for 2 fuckin' weeks."

He shrugged. "Maybe you should've thought about it before you played it for them."

"Just because your parents aren't cool, doesn't mean mine aren't," Elijah joked. He was close to the Bailey-Warren's, seeing as he stayed there a lot. He knew Miranda and Ben were nice, and they were the kind of parents everyone asked for.

Tuck laughed, punching his shoulder. "Whatever, man. I'm not the one grounded."

"Do it, man. I can't understand why you won't. It'll be fun."

"Dude, have you met my mother?"

Elijah grinned. "And that is a reason not to because?"

"I hate you so much."

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Miranda heard the front door open, and she smiled.

"Ma, I'm home!" Tuck's voice echoed through the hallway. "Where are you?"

"In the living room, sweetie." Her smile widened.

Her son's head popped up from the corner. He was grinning. "Hey."

"What's up with the smile? You have something to tell me?" She raised an eyebrow.

Tuck looked flustered for a second, but he shook his head. "No, but, uh, is Dad here?"

Miranda frowned. "Upstairs. Why?"

He shrugged. "I got something to show you guys."

"Okay…" She was a little bit concerned, but she was curious as well. "Ben!"

His footsteps echoed in the stairs. "Yes, baby?"

"Dad!" Tuck walked to him, and dragged his hand to the living room. "Okay, great!"

"What's going on?" Ben asked, wiping his face. He looked at his wife, who shrugged in response.

Tuck made them sit on the couch. "So, before anything… I was dared for this, please don't ground me."

Miranda shared another look with Ben. "What exactly is this?"

The teenager took a deep breath, and took his phone out, putting it on record. "Alexa," he took another breath, hoping to God this doesn't make him lose his phone. He cursed Elijah inwardly. "Play WAP."

Ben frowned, and scooted closer to his wife as Alexa's voice echoed, "Playing WAP by Cardi B."

Some song started playing, and Ben's arm went around Miranda's shoulders.

There's some whores in this house,
there's some whores in this house

Ben looked at her, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She hit his arm playfully as the song continued.

I said, certified freak, seven days a week

Miranda frowned at her son, who was trying very hard not to laugh. Her face flushed as Ben laughed at the next sentence.

Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak

"Tuck!" Miranda exclaimed, her face red. The lyrics were becoming graphic, and it was only a couple seconds in.

Ben was laughing his ass off beside her, swaying to the music.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy

"Oh my God, William George!"

Tuck was still laughing, tears streaming down his face from how hard he was trying to stop.

The song continued;

Bring a bucket and a mop,
For this wet ass pussy

Ben leaned on her ear, still chuckling at the lyrics. "Yours definitely need a mop, but my mouth works just fine."

She gasped loudly, her face getting redder. "Benjamin Warren!"

Tuck stopped laughing, and stopped recording. "Alexa, stop. Oh my God, was that something sexual? Because I'm out of here."

Miranda felt so flushed, and she turned to her husband, burying her face into his chest. "I hate you, Ben Warren."

He laughed, gesturing for Tuck to go upstairs. He wrapped his arms around her, and stroked her hair.

"Tuck?" Her voice muffled against Ben's chest.

The teenager stopped in his tracks, his heart beating nervously in his chest. "Ma?"

"We're talking about this later."

"Yes, ma'am."

He ran upstairs, barely keeping in his laugh.

Miranda pulled away from Ben, and squinted at him. "And you, Benjamin."

"Hmm?" He smirked at her, scanning her body, making warmth spread between her legs.

"You're sleeping on the couch," she said casually, standing up and moving towards the kitchen. Ben blinked at her before her words registered.

"Wait, Miranda!"