IggyInin

Laughing Jack had always liked to hear you sing. Well, you were very good at it, after all (or so he insisted) and for him to have a private concert was almost all he needed from you to stay happy. Of course, he had to have you, your smiles and laughter, your heart before he could truly be happy, but the singing was always the best part. After he'd finally got his nerve to take your virginity, you had pet his hair and hummed to him softly as he dozed off. The feelings were probably bad to have, but he decided he liked the weakness you were to him. However, though Jack saw your smiles, he didn't see your tears. Somehow, even with your small g