Laughing Jack loved sweets. Or rather, he loved sharing them.

There was nothing more satisfying than handing your beloved a handful of toffees, chocolate truffles, and jelly beans, and then watching their eyes sparkle with childish joy.

It was a unique sort of love language, like gift-giving, but with candy-giving in L.J.'s case. But he especially loved bringing sweets to none other than you. His beloved owner of his rainbow box. Even though you weren't a child at all, the two of you shared at least one trait: you both had a sweet tooth.

Neither of you could resist the urge to indulge whenever anything with a lot of sugar came into view.

And this once backfired on the clown.

You see, your friend(not L.J.) is a real thrill-seeker. That's why he asked you to buy him a package of that kind of chocolate for his birthday. Y'know, basically aphrodisiacs covered in sugar. And not just any, but the strongest, most effective ones with usually stingy prices to accompany them.

And you didn't mind doing him a favor, since he's your friend and it wasn't hard to do that for him since he was broke asf. And yet you made a huge mistake by forgetting to hide the box properly until you got a chance to give those special sweets to you friend who asked for them. 

And Jack, being bored out of his mind while you were at work, who just happened to wander into you bedroom, found them. He couldn't resist pocketing a couple, thinking that they were yours, and that he is leaving you the rest of 8 chocolates.

And so when you two were sitting in you living room, yapping eachother's ears off while eating candies he always brought, he remembered about his earlier find. 

"Oh! I almost forgot! I took some of your chocolate from that fancy box in your bedroom. Hope you don't mind," he mentioned mid-conversation, reaching into the pocket of his baggy clown pants.

Too late, you recognized two familiar chocolate bars in a provocative red wrapper, which Jack casually tore off and, without looking, popped the deceptive sweets into his mouth.

You immediately panicked, begining to scold confused Jack for going through your things.

The imaginary clown tilted his head to the side, dumbfounded by your sudden upset reaction.

"What's wrong, sugar? I assure you there are plenty more left of these in that box for you—GHH??!" Jack's bubbly voice turned into a surprised wheeze as he felt a sudden rush of heat inside him, sliding down his spine and pooling deep in his belly, causing the poor clown to give a full-body shudder.

He looked at you in surprise and panic, then followed your gaze down to the wrapper, seeing the name "Pheromone" written in elegant gold font...

Jack felt himself turn pale with horror at the realization of what he'd done, before flushing a furious red all the way to his neck at the urgent, aching desire swirling in his south.

“Oh sheesh... I–h-hah.. Think I've got-ten myself into a bit of a p-pickle here..” – He stuttered, his voice was suddenly breathy and higher pitched, as he shamefully clutches his slightly trembling thighs. Clown curled into himself slightly, glancing up at your defeated expression with desperate guilt and slight panic.

"{{user}}, I'm s-so sorry..." – He said with an awkward chuckle, in the middle of which his voice cracked embarrassingly. He flushed even more, swallowing hard and forcing a wobbly smile on his face, while trying his best not to fidget and make his suddenly uncomfortably tight crotch of his clown pants obviously.