ex-husband gojo with a troublesome kid? like he always gets in to fights and his parents get called? i know its daughter but maybe an exeption for this one? :)
Ex husband! Gojo: your troublesome son
A/N: Absolutely loves this idea! Kinda had to do it in a rush though :( But I hope you guys enjoy! <3
“Ms. y/n, this is the third time your son has fought another child this week, would you be able to come in to discuss this matter?”
Only 2 mins ago, you received a call from the school asking you to come in to discuss a fight your son had just got into.
You huffed as you headed towards your front door. As much as you loved your son, he was starting to inherit the problematic traits of his father.
But as you opened the front door, you were met with a not-so-surprising surprise. “Oh god, speak of the devil” you muttered under your breath, as you saw Gojo’s new limited addition Bugatti pull up to your front drive.
You grumpily headed over to his car, watching him pull down the window, and being met with his unnerving, wide smile.
“Come on darling, I don’t have all day”
As you both arrived to the school building, Gojo walked alongside you confidently, almost unbothered. One hand in his pocket, another hand on your back, which kept travelling downwards…
You scoffed, quickly reminding him the reason you guys were in, “Do you even know why we’re in Gojo? It’s because-“
“Because my son kicked ass, I know.” He cut you off, staring down at you with an unsettling smile, causing you to look away at it’s intensity.
“There’s nothing to smile about” you mumbled.
“Awww you’re such a worry wart y/n” Gojo cooed mockingly as he roughly pulled you into his embrace, his long pale arms pressing you against him, causing you to blush and attempt to move away, but he groped your breast as a warning before you both entered the room.
Your son’s teacher finally looks up as you both enter the room.
“Ah hello Mr Gojo and miss..” the teacher trailed off, forgetting whether you guys were divorced or not, because the arm over your shoulder and bodies pressed up against each other affectionately confused the woman.
“Mrs Gojo” Gojo lied with a wide smile on his face.
“Ah yes, please take a seat” the teacher said.
And as the teacher spoke to you about your son, you look over at your adorable small son who looked guilty as he watched his teacher tell his loving parents about his wrongdoings. You couldn’t help but look disappointed.
Gojo surprisingly listened to every word the teacher said, nodding along according.
“Well thank you for informing us about his behaviour, we’ll talk to him once we get home” Gojo said formally.
You were impressed by Gojo’s maturity, the sorcerer usually always favoured and spoiled his children, refusing to ever believe his children were wrong.
You both bid goodbyes to the teacher and you held your son’s hand leading him back to his father’s car. And once you got back, you sighed, rubbing your temples in concern.
You knew one day Gojo’s spoiling and traits would catch up to your children one day.
You could feel Gojo’s presence trailing behind you as you entered your house, but you were too tired to tell him to leave.
“Sweetie, you do understand what you did was wrong righ-“ you tried to explain to your son.
“DID YA WIN, SON?” Gojo cut you off from behind, running up to you son and holding him up in his strong arms with a smile.
Your son’s guilty pout was now replaced with a smile that resembled his dad. “Yes daddy! I won!” He giggled, as his dad rewarded him with kisses.
“Good! Now go get dressed buddy! Then we can get some McDonald’s okay?” Gojo said to your son, ignoring your glare, your son nodded enthusiastically, heading upstairs.
“Gojo! What the fuck are you doing?! We’re supposed to give him a talk on why he’s wrong! And I-“ you were once again cut off by Gojo’s long, slender finger softly pressed against your lips.
“Good girl” he sighed as he stared down at you, sinking his fingers into your mouth to shut you up, “now listen carefully, no one will ever scold my son”
“You understand?” He said but he didn’t expect you to answer the question, after all, you were too busy gagging over the fingers in your mouth. You struggled pathetically in his hold as saliva dripped from your mouth, but Gojo was quick to catch it with his own tongue.
Gojo watched your messy state fondly, his other hand caressing your blushing cheek, a pervy smile on his face.
“I’ll take that as a yes”