#need pimp!barry and sexworker BAD
sexworker!reader and pimp!barry
he doesn’t touch the girls.
thats the rule. keeps things clean. professional. safe.
but you’ve been with him since the beginning. back when he was nothing and you were running from everything. you’re the only one who knows how soft his voice can get, how annoyed he gets when a client looks at you as if you’re some whore. and he didnt even think of you as just another worker for him anymore, he saw you as his. his to protect, his to nurture.
sure, he cared about the rest of them—but in a business-like way. he only cared if they were alive and willing to make his profit. not the way he cared about you. he needed your happiness, your safety. he felt like he couldn't breathe without it.
he knew the real you. it’s not like you wanted this life for yourself, you just simply had no other choice. and he was glad it was him that took you in, he could handle you.
there was times where he thought about paying you out. saving up for a while, then writing you a fat check just to get you out of this shitty business. but he was too selfish. because if you didn’t need him anymore, then what was he worth?
thats how he justified what you two did from time to time. on certain nights when it felt right, he let himself kiss you softly. no urgency, no heat of the moment, just pure intimacy. then on other nights, there was heat. god, there was heat. so much passion that it felt like he was high out of his mind. he couldn’t tell which he enjoyed more.
and tonight, you’re off the clock. no men grabbing at you as if there wasn’t a soul beneath the skin they felt so entitled to touch. you were freshly showered, smelling of that dark cherry perfume you wore. legs smooth, hair wet against his couch. you were the only girl of his allowed to stay at his house. hell, the rest of them didn’t even know where he lived.
he watched as you softly breathed, the light hum of the a/c blending with the sitcom voices of the television. you were too pretty for this business. he always thought that.
you had just finished making dinner for the both of you, which you had done a few times in the past. it always felt too domestic, but barry knew he liked it. he liked it so much that it scared the shit out of him. you had finished eating, taking the dishes and getting up to wash them. you were wearing a pair of his boxers and a tank top. god, he could get used to that sight.
you walked back over, unexpectedly crawling to lay on him. your head against his chest, and leg thrown over his. he tensed for a minute, not expecting it. but he slowly relaxed. he let a hand snake up to your lower back, rubbing the skin there. you both didnt say anything, you didnt have too.
there was always a silent understanding that this type of thing didn’t need a conversation. you didnt need a label with him. you two just did what felt right. and this felt right.
you fell asleep just like that, before he did. he grabbed a blanket from beside him, throwing it over your body. and right before he felt himself slip into rest, he pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead, whispering a goodnight against your skin.
a/n : do we liiiikkeeeeeee
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