Imagine: That Barry gets jealous when he sees you being hit on by a guy.

Closing time, great your favorite part of the day. Your manager was checking the shelves of flowers to make sure they were watered for the night and not placed near any open windows. You wiped down the counter and cash register, pulling your hair back into a bun and untying your apron from around your waist. Of course you'd get the messy job today, making sure that all of the colorful flowers had new soil.
You worked in the Central City Florist Shop, everyday was a steady wave of customers but not busy to the point of stress. It was mostly elderly women and men who were patient and kind. And then every once in a while there would be a special boyfriend or girlfriend coming in to buy your most expensive bouquet for their loves. "I think this Rose is starting to die. A little more water and if it isn't better in a few days then its better to just trash it." Your manager hummed and grabbed a watering can off of the closest shelf.
You folded your apron and set it under the counter behind the cash register. "Just let me know what we're doing with it so I can take it off of the shelf." You smiled. Working with this kind of manager, AKA Dan was quite interesting. He was young and funny, always willing to make your day better when you were upset.
"You'll be the first to know." He winked over at you, that was when you noticed Barry standing in the doorway. "Oh hey Barry." Dan greeted with a smile and moved on to check the rest of the flowers. "Come to buy our best bouquet?" He joked and Barry shook his head.
"No I came to walk Y/N home." He smiled over at you, pulling you in for a hug when you trotted over to him. Dan watched and huffed, the tension in the shop was making you uncomfortable. "But you look like you could use the most expensiveThat means I get the discount." He boasted and made sure Dan heard. Barry handed you the flowers and kissed your forehead.
Dan pushed you both apart with a dirty rag he found and Barry jumped back. "Enough, just take the damn flowers home." He begged. "My best employee should get herself a free bouquet every month anyway." He grinned down at you and Barry swallowed the lump in his throat. While Barry was twice Dan's size, Dan was built like a tank. It was obvious your manager had a side job at the gym. So if either of them were to fight you'd be curious as to who would win.
"Well thanks Dan." You smiled politely but you knew Barry was getting a little jealous. "Okay, I'm done for the night. You ready Bear?" You called him by the nickname you had given him when you started dating. You had always thought he was a softie like a teddy bear so the name just kind of stuck with him. "Bear?" You tugged on his hand but you noticed he was locking eye contact with Dan.
"But I gave them to her." Barry weakly defended himself. His arm tensed under your touch, almost as if he wanted to punch your manager and get you fired. But Barry wasn't the fighting type unless he was dressed as his alter ego, the Flash.
"Barry it was a joke, are you okay bud?" Dan asked with his eyebrows knitted together. "I was just stating that Y/N is my best employee, she deserves that bouquet."
You raised your brows and Barry sucked in a sharp breath. "I thought you were...never mind." Barry shook his head and squeezed your hand.
"I didn't take you to be the protective boyfriend type." Dan laughed and slapped a hand to Barry's shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow Y/N. You guys have a good night." He backed away and headed for his office to lock up.
You turned to Barry and pressed your hand to his chest. "What did he mean by that? I'm very protective." He clenched his jaw and shook his head. "I should have fought him..." You could tell he was struggling to be mean. There just wasn't a mean bone in his body. "Little...flower picker." He growled and you couldn't help but cover your mouth. "Now you think its funny?"
"Bear you're not aggressive at all." You shook your head. "You do know that flower picker means something different on Urban Dictionary, right?" Barry wriggled and groaned. "Now you're acting like a child, come on." You dragged him out of the shop before he caused a scene in the empty building.

You kicked off your shoes when you entered your apartment, Barry kicked his own off and tossed his jacket to the side. He was annoyed. Annoyed that you found his so called protective episode funny, but you had to face it, Barry wasn't a mean person. You'd been with him for a year and a half, it was obvious he was trying to show you he had testosterone of his own to try and defend you. It was all to impress you.
"Can I at least know what flower picker means?" He spun around and you snickered, covering your mouth and he rolled his eyes. It was mostly funny because he made references to things that didn't mean what he wanted it to mean. "Why is it so funny?" He threw his hands up and you bit your lip.
"According to Urban Dictionary its someone who gives handjobs." You patted Barry's shoulder and he growled. "Barry look, you're cute when you're jealous and you're just not a mean guy. Just face it, its funny." You giggled and Barry frowned.
He crossed his arms. "Fine." His cheeks turned red. "Its a little funny." He looked at his feet and you took his hand in yours.
"There's no need to even get jealous. I'm yours and nobody else has my heart but you." You sighed and caressed his knuckles with your thumb. "But you look tense." You brought your hands up to massage his shoulders. "I think I can help with that."
Barry raised his brows and looked down at your hands and locked your fingers together when you grabbed his hand, leading him down the hall to your bedroom. You pushed him to sit on the bed and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you. Barry bit his plump bottom lip out of habit and you kissed him, crawling over his lap and sitting on him. Your hands rested on his shoulders and you nipped his bottom lip, making him moan.
You found the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head. Barry sucked in a deep breath and pressed his lips to your chest. You pulled Barry away from your flesh by his hair, making him moan and look up at you. "I have a different idea." Barry frowned and you pushed him down by the shoulders, pinning him to the bed. His eyes widened when he realized what you wanted as you skimmed your hand over the front of his jeans.
"Is that what you want?" He kicked off his shoes and scooted up to the headboard, situating himself against the pillows and he started to unbuckle his belt. You stopped him though and reached up to kiss him. Barry accepted your lips against his, cupping the side of your face. Your hand worked at the bulge in his jeans. He was hard and waiting for you. Barry moaned after you unbuttoned his jeans and dipped your hand into his boxer briefs. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" He grinned as if he were a child on Christmas morning.
You grinned and helped him kick his jeans off along with his briefs and you left the bed to find the lube in your bathroom. When you returned with the bottle, Barry was patiently waiting with his length resting heavily against his stomach. You sat between his legs and poured the liquid into your palm and rubbing it over his length. Barry made a strange noise, the contrast of the cold liquid to your warm hand made him moan.
You bit your lip, holding eye contact with him as you spread the lube all of his shaft with both of your hands. You paid extra attention to the tip, massaging the skin around it in a flicking motion. "Ah." He moaned and propped himself higher against the pillows. You repeated the action and Barry shivered under your touch. This was your favorite thing to do for Barry. "Is this because of the flower picker thing?" He laughed and shifted his hips under your hands.
"No it wasn't supposed to be." You laughed with him and your right hand pumped him but your left hand caressed his balls. Barry's mouth hung open and his brows were furrowed. You returned to working on the tip and he thrusted his hips into your hand. Your left hand left his balls to hold his hips down.
"Sorry." His cheeks turned pink and you shook your head. "I like that." He noted when you made that same flicking motion over the head. "Just like that." He moaned and rested his head back on the pillows. You noticed his breathing was erratic, his stomach rose up and down quickly.
You couldn't help but moan at him. Watching Barry wriggle beneath you was the biggest turn on and you couldn't help your arousal dripping into your panties. Barry ran his hands through his hair and flexed his hips into your hand again. "You're so good at this." He complimented and you nodded. "I tell you that all the time but you are." He half smiled.
"Why thank you, Mr. Allen." You grinned and gripped his shaft with both hands, your right hand on top of your left and completed pumping his whole length in an up and down motion. Your right hand pressed into his tip after each pump and you could see he was struggling under you.
"Oh-" Barry moaned. "Oh yeah like that." He closed his eyes and licked his lips. His hands clutched the sheets on either side of him and you made your pumps faster, playing around with his reactions. He clutched the material of his shirt and then calmly rested his hand on his stomach. "Babe-" He grunted and thrusted upward into your hands again.
You moaned down at him and locked eye contact again. "One day I'll get a video of you like this and I'll watch it for myself." You bit your lip and continued working your hand over him in light and then bolder strokes. It felt as though Barry was getting harder and harder but he was on the verge of releasing and his gnawed his bottom lip to keep himself quiet.
His covered his forehead with his hands as if he were a stressed parent or student and you grinned. "Y/N-" He hoarsely moaned. "Oh my-"
"Come on Barry, give it to me." You coaxed and Barry let himself go. The room was silent until he came in spurts across your chest and over your hand and then his stomach. "That's it." You sighed and Barry choked on his voice.
"Oh...fuck." He wiped his face and you raised your brows. "What?"
"Did Barry just say a bad word?" You teased and he smiled, showing all of his perfect teeth to you. Barry coaxed you over by curling his index finger and you crawled over him, kissing him and humming into his mouth. "And quit making references to things when you're unsure of what they mean." You scolded while laughing at him.
"Okay look he works in the florist shop so I thought it suited him." Barry weakly defended himself. "Just let me love you, please?" He pleaded and cupped your face, pressing his lips to yours again and holding your hand while he kept you busy.