A/N: My first ever one-shot, as requested by Anonymous on Tumblr. I'm redwanderlust on there, come say hello :)

This was written in one go, so it might be a little rough, but I wanted to throw down whatever popped into my head. It was a fun challenge, hope you like it!

"Alright, here we are with an Onnit podcast, a packed house here. We got four microphones going, our man Orlando can't even get on the mic-"

"I'm over here."

"Oh, he's over there."

"Hey."

"So we're here with the Shield from the WWE, and that is Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns. What's up, guys? How you doin'?"

"Uh, just havin' a good time in Austin, uh drinkin' some-"

"Bulletproof coffee."

Bianca rolled her eyes at her boss' interruption. Yes, the whole point of this podcast was to promote the company's products, but he could at least let the man speak - especially when that man's deep, raspy voice was music to her ears. Dean Ambrose wasn't too bad on the eyes either, filling out his jeans so nicely, his black shirt emblazoned with 'The Delta Bombers' and a skull logo stretching tight across his muscular chest. And then there was the dark blonde hair that hung over his pale blue eyes and was cutely rumpled, as if he had just rolled out of bed…which he probably had. She couldn't dwell on the thought of him in bed for too long though – she was at work, she had to focus.

"-upgraded coffee, with uh some hemp in it and uh, looks delicious and tastes just as delicious."

She smiled to herself as she watched Dean hold the glass up on screen, feeling a light blush cross her cheeks. Thankfully, she was in the office next door and he couldn't see her reaction. She and her co-worker Jess had served the three men their coffee mere minutes ago, her attention focused on ensuring that she didn't spill it or let them see her having a fangirl moment. Unbelievably, they were even more handsome in the flesh. Being in close proximity to them that day was definitely one of the perks of her job as an Onnit customer services rep.

"That's what we like, a commercial right off the bat. That's what we're looking for."

"The best coffee that I've ever had in my entire life," Roman Reigns broke in, a playful grin on his face. Sigh. He was so beautiful, a Samoan god brought to life with all of that long black hair, startling grey eyes that she got caught in when he had looked directly at her while she placed his coffee in front of him, and smooth caramel skin that covered a banging body. How were these men even real?

"Keep it going, guys!" Aubrey exclaimed enthusiastically.

Dean picked up right where he left off, "And you had two uh good looking chicks in uh glasses, and they had a whole Zooey Deschanel thing going on."

The blush on Bianca's cheeks suddenly intensified as she snuck a glance over her black-rimmed glasses at Jess, who sported an equally hipster pair. She normally only wore them when she was using her computer, but hadn't had a chance to remove them because Aubrey had burst into the office and asked them to prepare the drinks ASAP.

Jess gave her a thumbs-up and a huge smile, "He loves us!"

Bianca laughed, looking down at her floral print dress. "I knew we would one day finally get the appreciation that we so richly deserve. Aubrey and Orlando always call us manic pixie girls, but Dean Ambrose gets it."

She turned her attention back to the podcast, not wanting to miss a second of it.

"Don't tell people that," Aubrey said. "We're gonna get all kinds of weird customer service calls now, now that they know that, that our girls are good looking."

"You mean more weird calls," Bianca muttered under her breath, earning a snort of laughter from Jess.

"It was a good way…good way to start the day," Seth chipped in, looking gorgeous with his two-toned blonde/black hair tied at the nape of his neck. As with his stablemates, he had beautiful eyes. They were soulful, deep, the colour of dark chocolate. She followed his Twitter account and knew that he was an avid Crossfitter – his lean, muscled body was proof of that in person.

"Hey, everybody calling on the phones, the girls are not good looking, they're hideous," Aubrey was quick to assure the listeners.

Bianca scowled and flipped the bird at her PC screen.

Jess sighed as her phone began to ring – customer interest had obviously been piqued by the reference to 'good looking chicks.' "Asshole."

"Don't hurt their feelings, man," Seth shot back, rushing to their defence and only making her love him even more.

"Do not phone sex our customer service reps, please," Aubrey pleaded, causing the men to laugh.

"Ugh, too late!" Jess squealed, dropping the receiver abruptly and shuddering dramatically. "Some people are nasty."

"What if they're listening to this?" Seth asked, glancing around onscreen. "Y'know what I mean? Breaking their hearts."

"They know they're beautiful. They know they're beautiful." Aubrey likely remembered that they were watching every second of the action in the next room, ready to murder him if he continued with his less than flattering comments.

"I think I need Roman and Dean to remind me that I'm beautiful," Bianca announced jokingly.

"Sounds like a plan," Jess agreed, pushing her chair over in order to better ogle the men. "I'll take Seth."

"Deal," Bianca said, shaking her friend's hand.

Bianca and Jess spent the next hour keeping an eye on the podcast, when they weren't dealing with emails and calls from customers. Bianca's eyes were continuously drawn back to Dean's quirky little facial expressions, and Roman's beautiful smile. They were both so very appealing, but in their own unique way. Ambrose looked as if he were constantly thinking naughty thoughts, while Roman was just an all out babe.

"…It's a good time. Thanks for the coffee, the beautiful women, good conversation, nice round table," Seth said as they wound things up.

"There are beautiful women here," Roman stated, almost making Bianca melt with the smile that accompanied his statement. "Everything else said is garbage."

"Romaaaaaaan," Bianca groaned, leaning her forehead against her desk and causing her long black hair to fall in waves around her head. "You're hurting my ovaries. I love him so much. Our babies would be so cute – that's not even me bragging – his genes would be so potent that they'd cancel out any non-cute DNA."

Jess side-eyed her and frowned, "You've obviously put a lot of thought into this."

"Well, duh. Dean and Roman are the leading men in my dreams and fantasies. They're perfect. Can you imagine being with them? I bet Ambrose would be a good kind of rough, so primal. And his dirty talk would be fucking A-plus. Roman would be sensual and strong, a real tease, and sweet-talk you into contorting your body into all sorts of un-holy positions."

Bianca had just finished her line of thought when the men appeared in the doorway to their office space. Her brown eyes popped open in shock. Had they heard her? Please God, no. Nooooooo. If there was any justice in the world, they would remain blissfully ignorant of her devious sex plans for them.

"Hey ladies," Roman's deep baritone sent a tingle of pleasure zinging down her spine. "Thanks again for the coffee, it was delicious."

"Yeah, it tasted awesome," Dean added, licking his lips. His eyes landed on Bianca, taking in her flushed face and dilated pupils. "Any chance that you could make us some more to go?"

Bianca remained glued to her seat, blinking slowly, undecided as to whether she should flee or hide beneath her desk. Those were the only two options that popped into her head.

"Of course," Jess piped up, noticing that her friend was a little dazed. "Bianca would be happy to serve you two." A sly little smile spread across her lips, knowing that the double meaning wouldn't be lost on them.

"While they're re-fueling, could I get a tour of this place?" Seth asked, wandering over to Jess' desk and dazzling her with a sweet smile.

"It would be my pleasure," Jess assured him with a sassy wink, standing up quickly and leading him out into the hallway.

Bianca forced herself to her feet and walked over to the small kitchenette at the back of the room. Her hands trembled slightly as she began to brew their drinks, all too aware of the amount of testosterone in the office. She shivered lightly as she thought of the wicked fantasies that she had played out with these men in her mind. If only they knew…

Dean watched Bianca with interest, noting the small tremor that ran through her body. What could possibly have caused that? His eyes roamed over her body, from her wavy black hair, over her luscious hips, a curvaceous ass that deserved to be worshipped, and down along her bare legs. She was short, only coming up to his pecs, but what an awesome little package she offered. He took a second to appreciate her beautiful dark skin where he could see it – namely her legs, arms, face and chest. That flirty little dress that she wore, and the Deschanel glasses that he had mentioned in the interview, were such a fucking turn on. He wouldn't mind taking some time to bend her over her desk right now…but nope, the kids at the hospital were their next stop, and they were due there within the hour.

Goddamnit.

Roman was having a few thoughts of his own while they waited for Bianca to finish serving up their drinks. He had meant what he said during the podcast, the girls were beautiful - especially Bianca. She was lush and soft in all the right places, the spots that a man loved on a woman. The spots that should be loved on. They had heard her little speech right before they entered the office, and what a pleasant surprise it had been to hear those naughty words spill out of her pretty mouth.

"Y'know, I'm pretty hungry…" Dean drawled, breaking through the loaded silence that hung in the air.

"Oh, well um, there's a great little organic café about five minutes away," Bianca said, trying to keep her tone even and not stumble over her words. "It's all locally grown produce, real clean stuff. It's tasty, too."

"That sounds good…" Roman replied, the 'but' obvious in his voice.

"But?" She prompted, looking at him over her shoulder.

"But we're in the mood for something sweet," Ambrose finished.

"Um, they serve porridge with fresh fruit and honey, so…that's pretty sweet," she finished lamely, turning back to face the drinks and roll her eyes at how stupid she sounded.

"Oh yeah, honey sounds real good," Roman said in a low tone, his voice a deep rumble in that impressive chest. He caught Ambrose's eye, exchanged a knowing look and nodded in the direction of the door. Dean quickly made his way over to the door and closed it quietly, the lock activating with a quiet snick.

Bianca snapped lids on to the paper cups, took one in each hand and walked over to the men. "Here you go."

"Thanks darlin'," Dean said, revealing his dimples as he smiled down at her. He took a sip and closed his eyes, "Damn, that's so good."

"It really is," Roman agreed. "But y'know what would make it taste even better?"

Bianca shook her head, her eyes riveted on their Adams apples as they swallowed. It took all of her self-control to not whimper out loud at the sight of their strong throats working.

"Honey." Roman continued to watch her intently.

"I..I don't think we have any around here," she said, glancing about the room and feeling flustered.

"I think you do," he purred, setting his cup down on the table. He stealthily moved toward her until he was standing right in front of her, their bodies a deep breath away from touching.

"You definitely do," Dean said, coming up behind her.

It took her a moment to realise that she was now firmly trapped between the two men. She gulped audibly, not feeling half as brave as she did when she found herself in this position in her fantasies.

Roman reached out to touch her hair, running his fingers through it gently. He tilted her chin up to look at him with his other hand, watching every little detail and emotion on her face." Did we mention that you're beautiful, Bianca?"

She managed a shy smile, "You may have said it once or twice."

"And we meant it," Dean whispered in her ear. "I bet you taste so fuckin' good..." He placed his large hands on her shoulders, massaging away the tension that had built up there. She closed her eyes, relaxing into his touch, biting her lower lip.

"Will you let us taste you?" Roman asked, stroking his thumb over her cheek.

"T-taste me?" Her eyes blinked open.

"Taste you," he whispered, brushing his thumb back and forth across her lips.

"Yes," her response was breathy and all too willing.

Roman caught her by the hips, his massive hands spanning the length of her sides, holding her in place. He dipped his head and began to kiss her gently, moving his soft lips against her own, taking his sweet time to enjoy her mouth.

Bianca relaxed into the kiss, savouring the firm pressure of his mouth and hands on her body. A contented sigh escaped her when she felt Dean's lips on her neck. She tilted her head to the side, encouraging him to kiss and explore the sensitive skin there. A warm glow was spreading throughout her body, inspired by their kisses, their touch, the knowledge that two gorgeous men wanted her.

A startled moan shot through the room when Dean bit down on her neck. It was a pleasurable pain, one that made her squeeze her thighs together. She needed to keep her lust in check. Whatever this was, it was important that she kept her head and remembered every little detail for future use.

The men obviously wanted the same thing, albeit without her maintaining her composure. Roman's hands slid up to the straps of her dress as he continued to kiss her, easing the floral material down her arms, exposing her chest inch by inch. Her hands instinctively rose to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and held them down by her sides, pulling back to look at her.

"Won't you let us see you?" He asked, his grey eyes sparkling.

"Please?" Dean rasped in her ear, rubbing his stubble against her bare shoulder. Bianca shifted restlessly, the throb between her legs growing with every passing second. This was what she had daydreamed about, and now it was actually happening. How could she deny herself this experience? Why shouldn't she enjoy it while it lasted?

"Yes," she nodded, her tone resolute. She didn't care that she was at work, and that someone could walk in at any second. This was a moment that she was going to take for herself.

"Good girl," Roman murmured, kissing a trail down her neck and over her collarbone. She shivered as he did so, his lips were so plush and soft, the perfect lips to be kissed with…well, along with Dean's. He dragged the material down further, baring even more skin, until the dress rested beneath her breasts. She thanked the gods that she had worn a cute black lacy bra that day.

"Mmm, very nice," Dean purred, his fingers dancing up and down the length of her arms, still kissing her neck as he watched over her shoulder, taking in her breasts with a growl of approval.

Roman ran his tongue over the plump swells of her breasts, his large hands cupping and kneading them firmly. He thumbed her nipples through the thin lace, making her moan, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure.

Growing impatient with his friend's slow and smooth seduction, Dean popped open the clasp of her bra and pointedly pushed the cups away from her body. "Oh fuck, you're fucking hot," he groaned, pinching her nipples. "Look at them perfect titties."

Bianca arched her back and leaned her head against his chest. She was unbelievably wet, the silk of her panties already soaked through and clinging to her pussy lips. Dean continued to play with her nipples, while Roman lifted the skirt of her dress and caressed her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her aching core.

His fingers finally found the wet silk, moving back and forth at a torturously slow pace. "What do you want, Bianca?" Roman breathed against the skin of her stomach, looking up at her from where he had crouched down on the floor. She whimpered pleadingly as she drank in the view.

Roman Reigns. On his knees. Asking her what she wanted. Oh, sweet baby Jesus…

"I…I want you both to take your shirts off," she gasped out, wriggling against the hand that ghosted over her silk-covered clit.

The two men laughed. Dean's chest was still pressed up against her back, his deep chuckle resonating through her own body.

"I think we can oblige you, darlin'" Dean whispered, sucking her earlobe into his warm, wet mouth, before delivering a sharp little bite that made her pant out a few expletives.

They pulled away for the briefest second to strip their shirts from their bodies. Bianca's gaze roved over them hungrily, taking note of every sculpted ab and hard pectoral muscle. She eagerly ripped out Roman's hair-tie, running her fingers through the silky locks, gripping them in one hand. "I think you know what I want," she murmured, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

He arched a brow at her, surprised by her sudden change in attitude, but smiled as he leaned forward and rubbed her through her panties, lightly pressing on her clit. Bianca's hips bucked forward as she moaned her encouragement. Dean had returned his attention to her chest, tugging sharply on her nipples and squeezing her breasts with those big hands of his. "Such perfect titties," he mumbled into her hair.

Roman pushed her panties aside, his head dropping down to drag his tongue along her pussy lips, tasting her wetness. "Even better than I thought," he whispered against her skin, the small movements of his mouth making her pussy clench tight in anticipation.

Not to be outdone, Dean continued to tease her nipples as he started to grind against her ass. His thick, hard length rubbing against her with each fluid roll of his hips felt amazing. She reached behind her and grabbed a handful of his ass, encouraging him to get even closer. The Ambooty was tight, round and perfect for squeezing. Dean moaned and grabbed her jaw, tipping her chin up so that he could kiss her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, swiping over her own, demanding that she gave as good as she got.

Bianca was caught up in admiring Dean's oral skills, when Roman decided to demonstrate his own. He pushed his tongue inside of her, somehow managing to synchronise with Dean, filling her body at the same time. The hold that she had on his head tightened when he dragged his tongue in one long, flat lick up to her clit. He caught it between his lips and sucked gently, flicking against the wet little nub, working it in circles.

Roman placed his forearms at the back of her thighs, holding her open while he continued to suck and lick at her clit. Her legs were shaking, her pussy spasming every few seconds as she got closer and closer to her climax. The sensations that he was creating with his tongue, combined with the expert attention that Dean was providing to her nipples, was almost too much to bear. She jerked her mouth away from Dean's, staring up at him with wide eyes, her mouth open, panting heavily.

He stared back at her, twisting her nipples, making her jump and squirm from the contact. "I want you to come, Bianca," he drawled lazily, moving one hand down over the curve of her hip, smoothing over her ass. He slipped his fingers between her legs, humming his appreciation when he found her dripping core. He slid his thick middle finger back and forth over her lips, spreading her wetness.

"I want you to think about what we're doing to you – Roman's eating you out right now, I'm playing with your tits, and you're going to come for us like a good girl," he emphasised his point with a particularly sharp pinch on her swollen, sensitive nipple. "You're going to come all over my fingers, and give us a taste of that delicious honey…"

Roman suddenly began sucking firmly on her clit, his mouth wet and hungry, determined that she would give them exactly what they wanted. Dean slipped a finger inside, curling and twisting it rhythmically, pumping into her roughly.

Her orgasm hit hard, her pussy clamping down on Dean's finger, her hips riding Roman's face as she sought her pleasure. It took her a good thirty seconds before she could open her eyes, only to be greeted with the most amazing sight. Roman remained kneeling in front of her, his eyes tracking her while he lapped at her pussy. Dean brought his finger up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit before releasing it with a pop!

"So fucking sweet," he said, his voice rough with desire, massaging her breasts as she came down from her high.

Roman leaned back on his heels, licking the last remnants of her orgasm from his lips. "Exactly what I needed," he smirked up at her.

Bianca felt herself blushing again, retreating back to her shy ways. "That was…incredible," she breathed out, shaking her head in disbelief.

"That's what we like to hear," Roman smiled, standing up and pulling on his shirt. Dean remained behind her for a moment, ensuring that she was steady enough to support her own weight before doing the same.

"Um, would you guys like me to return the favour?"

Roman swooped down to steal a kiss, "No. That was all about you."

Dean tugged her bra back into place, patting her breasts fondly as he did so. He pulled her dress back up and kissed her softly.

"I wouldn't mind one favour…" He trailed off, looking at her from beneath his messy blonde curls mischievously.

"What's that?"

"Could we get re-fills? Our coffee is all cold now."

Bianca laughed, rolling her eyes as she walked back over to the kitchenette, an extra little sway in her hips and a very satisfied smile on her lips.

So…what did you think?