#hikuleo

You walked into the MFT's locker room after what happened backstage, but you happened to only find Solo sitting on the bench with his face buried into his leather gloved hands. Nothing, but both of your breathing being heard.

You slowly strided towards him, and breathed for a moment before carefully placing your hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"Solo" you said softly.

He slowly removed his hands away from his face and looked up at you, eyes clearly red. That loss really hurt him, but also the tension going on between him and his MFTS.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

He took a deep breath before nodding.

"I'm okay, I can't believe we lost those titles. They slacked off bad and then when I try to discipline them, fucking Tama got the nerve to say I'm starting to sound like Roman. I trusted my MFT but here they are slowly turning against me."

"I don't think anyone is turning against you. They're just as tired & upset as you are. I mean if you look from their viewpoint, the Wyatt Sicks did come in to distract us. Then you yelled at them."

Solo glared up at you.

"Who's side are you even on Y/N?"

"I'm not picking sides, I'm saying this as a manager. No manager likes seeing their faction argue. I'm just trying to make peace. Look, it's just a misunderstanding. Just cool down and think about it. I understand that you're frustrated too. Just take it easy. Once this all calms down, you and them can have a talk and apologize-"

He cuts you off.

"Who's apologizing? Me?! Or them? I ain't apologizing for shit! That's their fault, Y/N!" his voice rose as he looked up at you and his breathing getting heavier.

You jumped, flinching away from him.

After a minute, his facial expression softened, and his breathing getting lighter, realizing what he had just done and started to look down at the red rug.

You continued to observe him, you couldn't deny you loved Solo since day one. You just didn't want your personal life to cross your professional life and ruin the manager and leader relation you both had in the MFT. You still cared about him.

Your thoughts got cut off when he walked towards you, and to your surprise he pulled you into a warm embrace. Your head resting on his shoulder. This is the first time you both have gotten so close to each other.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just so exhausted with everything, you know?" his voice now deeper which made you feel butterflies on the inside.

"Those titles meant a lot to us. Just as I thought we were at the top, it goes downhill. My MFTs are my family, my Empire. Yeah, I do feel bad. I don't want to lose them and I don't want to lose you too." he confessed, making your heart race.

You pulled away from him to look him in his eyes, you nodded.

"I understand, our faction means the world. We've always been there to help each other, protect each other, dine with each other and travel. You know how unique we are too? We all come from different islands in the Pacific, just coming together and forming a faction so strong means something. Togetherness, representing, belonging. Yes, we have our disagreements. But please, don't be too harsh on them, they're humans too and they did their best out there. Plus I don't want anything to happen to you too" you empathized.

"I know, I just need to think about it, but I'll apologize...okay? I gotta go." he said, walking past you.

"Solo" you called out, but he already left the room. Did he even catch the last part of what you said? That you didn't want anything to happen to him too? You hoped that he didn't think that you only cared about the MFT.

" I care about you" you sighed, rubbing your face.

"I don't know what to do Liv," you said.

You were video chatting with your best friend who was on RAW. You both joined the company at the same time and always remained close together on the same shows. You were a part of the Riott Squad and were all like sisters to each other. But unfortunately, a time came when Ruby and Sarah left the company which you respected. It was just you and Liv, and then the draft happened and you both had to go on different shows, you hated that. That's when Solo recruited you into the MFT.

"Did you talk to Solo?" she asked.

"Yeah, he said he's going to think about apologizing to them."

"Hmmm, and have you spoken to the MFT?"

"Not yet, I'm just so tired Liv. I'm so stressed with school, they aren't giving us a break from throwing assignments at us like I just want to graduate. Then on top of that tension at work, and now I'm caught up in the middle of this."

"I'm sure it's just a disagreement Y/N. Solo's just stressed out with the losses lately, and leading to the titles loss pushed him past his breaking point. I'm sure both sides need to cool off for a week, and things will get back to normal. I also think you should speak to the MFT if they're still in the building, and get their side of the story. If they say they'll cut Solo some slack, then you don't have to worry about it, and you can fully focus on school" advised Liv.

You nodded.

"And if they don't cut Solo some slack?"

"Then you can come over to RAW & join us," spoke a male voice.

You saw Dominik Mysterio moving into the frame next to Liv, making her smile from ear to ear.

"Hey Dom" you waved.

"Hey Y/N" he waved back.

"As much as I'd love to join, but you guys got Raquel and Roxanne. I think you got plenty of ladies on the team."

"Ah, but there's no such thing as too many chicas!" he grinned.

Liv did her signature laugh, looking at Dom.

"I'll see, thank you for the advice you two" you smiled.

You then heard a bunch of footsteps, making you look up from your phone screen. You saw the 4 members of the MFT standing in front of you. Your smile faded.

"Hey Livi, I got something to deal with I'll talk to you later."

"No problem sister, talk to you later. Bye!" she said blowing a kiss at you.

"See you Y/N!" said Dominik.

"Bye!" you waved.

You put your phone away, turning your attention towards the men.

"I was looking for you guys, glad you're still here" you said breaking the silence.

Tama was the first to speak.

"We were looking for you too, Y/N" he smirked.

"Yeah...listen, I'm sorry for what happened tonight. Seeing you guys lose the titles, and Solo yelling at you and JC, you didn't deserve that. I also apologize on Solo's behalf, I spoke to him and I stood up for you guys too. I guess it's been a few bad weeks, he's just frustrated. But, he said he'll apologize to you all. Every group fights right? I'm sure we'll work things out and get back together-"

"Y/N" interrupted Tama as he raised a hand in front of you.

You stopped talking.

He exchanged looks with his brothers and JC before looking back at you.

"We've made our decision."

Your heart started to pound against your chest and your hands got sweaty.

"W-what do you mean?" you stuttered.

"The 4 of us have decided that we will leave Solo, and form a faction of our own. We will turn on him, next week."

Those 2 sentences were like the sound of 2 loud gun shots going off in your ears. You froze hearing what Tama had revealed.

Your mouth hung open, and your eyes scanned everyone's face. Their expressions looking like they concurred with what Tama said.

"Come on guys, you know Solo hardly yells at you. Today was the first and only time he crashed out on you and JC, and he told me that he felt bad about it and will apologize. Please give him some time. We can't break up so soon and over one dispute" you pleaded.

"You don't get it Y/N, you saw what happened in The Bloodline with Roman. Once he started yelling at The Usos, he kept doing it again and again then he started abusing them physically and emotionally. That could happen with Solo too, I mean he was The Tribal Chief. And I as a big brother can't stand to see that happen to me, and my younger brothers" defended Tama.

JC furrowed his brows at Tama leaving him out.

"Hey, what about me? I'm on your side too!" he exclaimed.

"You too, bro. You're always a part of us" said Tama, fist bumping him.

"We're also tired of being in Solo's shadow, it's been almost 2 years since we've debuted & we want a name of our own now. We want Guerrillas of Destiny back" spoke up Loa.

"And I wanna kick ass every week instead of having another day off at the office!" said JC.

"JC, you kick ass almost every week anyway whether you have a match or not" you said.

"2 weeks ago I didn't" he said.

"None of y'all did" you shot back, silencing him.

You then looked up at Talla, who had his arms crossed and looking down at you in silence.

"Do you have something to say too? Or forever hold your peace" you asked him.

He didn't say anything and continued to look at you which you found intimidating.

"Okay, you're starting to creep me out."

"He doesn't talk" said JC.

Talla's eyes shifted down to JC, furrowing his brows at him.

"Yes, the fuck I do" his deep voice spoke up, playfully shoving him forward.

" I know you do Talla, I was just messing with you. Anyway Tama, is that all you wanted to tell me before I see a high school brawl start in front of me?" you asked him.

"No, I also request for you to join us" he said.

Your breath hitched.

"What?!"

"Come on Y/N, aren't you tired of being in Solo's shadow? And the disrespect? Join us and make a name of your own. You'll have so much fun with us than you will with Solo" said Tama.

"Nah, I'm good" you said bluntly, turning his offer down.

Everyone's expressions turned confused at your response.

"You didn't even think about it" said Tama.

"Listen, I never got disrespected and I defended and vouched for you guys against Solo and he said he'll apologize-"

"And that's why we want you! You stood up for us! And you can certainly do that for us in the future. We need to get our group together!" exclaimed Tama cutting you off again.

"The only thing that you need to get together is your head! You just don't want to make peace don't you? Wild, cause you used to be in the Air Force" you questioned to Tama.

Tama started walking towards you, the trio following behind him, surrounding you against the wall. Anxiety started to envelope you.

"Why are you guys getting in my personal space?" you asked.

Tama shushed you.

"You got 2 options Y/N. You know why we want you in our group? Cause we like you, we always did. But it was always Solo in the picture, and you giving him the attention. But now that we're breaking up, we want better for you and to have you to ourselves" he said running a finger gently down your arm, making you shiver.

"Have me to yourselves? What the fuck am I? Your monthly steak at the restaurant?"

You looked up at the trio behind him seeing JC smirking at you, Loa giving you his signature million dollar smile and Talla biting his lip at you. You got chills.

"So I suggest you think about this carefully, whether it's Solo or us" whispered Tama his warm breath hitting your ear.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to compose yourself.

"And what if I-I still say no?" you asked.

Tama scoffed before looking back at the trio, and then turning his attention back to you.

"Then both Solo and you better watch your backs on Friday, cause when he's going down, you will too" gritted Tama, looking deeply into your eyes.

That instilled fear in you, but you tried not to show it.

"So think about it" he said quietly.

You nodded quickly.

He smirked, before leaning in and sniffing your neck. Making you flinch. He hummed in satisfaction.

"Prada? Cute. If you join us, we could get you all the luxury perfumes for all those nights you will spend with us" he chuckled darkly.

You were speechless.

"Let me get a whiff!" said JC as he stepped towards you.

"Get any closer, and I'll send you moonsaulting into the Olympics" you said sternly, pointing a finger at him.

He raised his arms up stepping back.

"Save it JC, I'll go to Sephora and get a Prada bottle for all of us to smell" said Tama, looking back at him.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?" you asked.

He turned his attention back to you, smirking before backing away. You were glued to the corner, refusing to move.

Tama turned his back on you to leave.

"Oh, by the way" he said turning around to give you one last look.

" If you tell anyone about our plan, your career is going to end before Solo's" he threatened before turning back around and walking away from you.

The rest followed along but not before giving you one last look. The last being Talla, looking you up and down.

"Keep the words to yourself, if you know what's good" he said before cracking a small smirk at you and following the group.

As soon as the MFT was out of sight. You let out a breath of relief. You quickly pulled out your phone ready to dial Liv, but then you remembered what Tama said. How could you forget so quickly?

You had a decision to make... Solo? Or The MFT. How were you going to tell Solo about the plan without them even knowing? You had to save him.

The room was quiet in that hotel sort of way. The hum of the air conditioner, the faint sounds of footsteps and chatter in the hallway, the sounds of the city outside muffled into something distant and dull and the sound of water pounding steadily as your boyfriend, Talla, was in the shower.

You were never the type to turn heads, at least in the good way, when you walked into a room, but you had captured Talla Tonga's attention instantaneously. He had looked at you like you we're the only person in the universe. And everyday since meeting, he made you feel that way. His words. His actions. He never failed to ensure you felt special everyday verbally and physically, whether it was a good day, or a bad day. You knew you weren't his usual type, the fit, socially acceptable beautiful women who knew all eyes were on them in admiration. But none of that mattered to Talla. He picked you for many reasons, and everyday he made those reasons known. But the thoughts, the insecurities, and the doubts never went away, constantly lingering in the back of your mind, waiting to strike at any given moment. And tonight, was one of those nights they won the battle.

As Talla was showering, you were changing to get into bed, and decided to just wear one of his t-shirts as nightwear. It goes over your head with ease, and you remove your hair from the collar to let it flow freely down your back. It smells like him. His favorite soap, his favorite cologne. That smell always brought you comfort, especially during the times he is traveling. You've slept in his shirts many times, hell you've practically lived in them. But tonight, you noticed it all, the things you've never noticed before, because insecurity has no timeline. The way the shirt... clings.

You didn't notice yourself staring at first, just small things. How the fabric hugged your hips. How it stretched over your stomach when you took a breath in. You began to tug it downward, attempting to stretch it out so it doesn't hug you in the places you dislike. You didn't realize how caught up in the moment you we're, that you missed hearing the water turn off and the bathroom door coming open, and your thoughts came out like word vomit.

"Guess this one wasn't made for me." You muttered, half joking, half not, while huffing, exhaling harshly through your nose. Just as your arms fell to your sides, you felt it. Felt him. He didn't say a word at first, just stood at your back, the top of his stomach touching the back of your head. His size always hits you in moments like this, the way he could practically swallow you whole if he wanted to. And sometimes, he does. His body was still warm from the shower, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You noticed the water dripping down his body, and the way his hair stayed slicked back perfectly. You meet his eyes, and they weren't on your face, they were on your whole reflection. They burned through you, so much so you swore your reflection would burst into flames if it were physically possible. But it wasn't in a bad way. He wasn't judging, he was just taking you in. Noticing. And then he speaks.

"It does." He says quietly.

"Does what?" You ask softly. "Fit." He says, whilst still running his hands down, smoothing the shirt on you. You chuckle.

"Be serious." You say while rolling your eyes. "I am." He states, while never breaking his stare off of your reflection, and that made your breath hitch.

His gaze finally leaves your reflection, and he looks down at you. His hands rest on your hips, tracing lazy circles on them over the fabric. His touch is always gentle, especially when he is trying to be reassuring. He wasn't claiming, just adjusting, because comfort mattered most in this very moment.

"It fits where it matters." He says slowly. You swallow, your throat tight. You always hated how these feelings crept in, especially on nights he has been working, when all he deserves is to come back to you and relax. You hated how standing next to him sometimes made you feel more visible, not less.

"Sometimes... sometimes I feel like I stand out more next to you." You say quietly. His hands still. You continue. "Like they notice everything I'm not. What I don't look like."

Talla exhales slowly, yet sharply, deeply, and steady. He leans forward so his arms are wrapped completely around you, and he rests his chin on the top of your head. "They notice me anyway." He says in a simple way. Factually. "You're just with me"

You simply nod. You give him a closed-mouth smile. He noticed that too, and gave you a squinted look. "Why do you do that?" He asks, not accusingly, but curiously.

"Do what?" You ask, cocking your head.

He turns you to face him now, and places his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his. "Hide."

You laugh quietly, and slightly embarrassed. "I don't hide."

He squints again. He wasn't convinced, and you knew it. "Your teeth." He says gently. "You do it when you smile. Even in pictures."

"Well, they're just not perfect. They stand out too."

Talla studies your face, like this is new information. But it wasn't. He knew, but has never said anything, until now. And then, he meets your eyes again. "Good." He says, almost flat.

"Good?" You question.

"Perfect things look sharp." He says, brushing his thumb against your lower lip. "Yours look kind, gentle, and welcoming." That hit you, hard. Your breath hitched once more. You gave his thumb a gentle kiss, before speaking.

"I just. I hate not being what people expect."

"Well, I don't live in anyone's expectations." He says, placing his hand on your cheek. His hand practically took up your entire face. His thumb rested below your eye. "I live here. With you. For you."

Tears began to form at his words of affirmation, the reassurance making your heart race. "I just hate... I hate feeling I'm taking up space."

"Ko ʻEku ʻOfa, do you know who you're talking to?" He questions. He rubs your cheek gently with his thumb. "Taking up space is my specialty."

You couldn't help but laugh at that. Even if it was in different ways, he was right. You place your hand on his cheek. "Do you ever wish I was... different?" You ask. He looks directly into your eyes. "Never crossed my mind." He says, without blinking. "You fit me. Complete me, in every way a person can be completed." For the first time tonight, you smiled, genuinely. And finally, you felt at peace. You felt completely reassured by his words alone, but Talla never stopped at his words.

The hand that rested on your cheek fell to your arm, matching the other one. You placed your hands on the sides of his neck, rubbing lazy circles against his soft skin. Talla leaned his head back slightly at your touch, his eyes closing, taking in the moment. You watch as he practically melts under your touch, knowing what was coming next.

Talla lets out a soft hum, before lifting his head back up. And that hum, that hum made a low heat pool in your stomach. He makes eye contact with you once more, and licks his lips slowly, causing your breath to hitch.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are." He says. It wasn't a request. It wasn't really a demand, either.

"Talla, you-" He cuts you off with a soft, tender kiss.

"No. I've said what you've mean to me. But I haven't shown you." That was the thing about Talla, is that he always backed up his words with actions.

You smiled, and nodded. Talla lifted you up and stood up, placing you on the bed on your back with ease, like it was second nature. He grabbed your hands and pulled you to sit up, and moved onto the bed on his knees. He pulled your shirt up over your head, tossing it to the floor. His eyes rake over your body, his gaze turning hungry, and that look alone made you press your legs together.

He placed his hands on your sides, and leaned down, placing soft kisses on your neck, because he knew that was your weakness, causing you to breathe heavily. And then you felt his tongue drag along your neck, before his lips connected, and his teeth sunk slightly into your skin, leaving a hickey in its place. He pulled away slightly, and whispered in your ear, deeply. "Mine." Your eyes fluttered slightly at how deeply he says the word.

Talla kisses from your shoulder, to your chest agonizingly slow before laying you back gently onto your back. He kisses your boob softly, before taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it sloppily, making you whimper. You place a hand on the back of his head and tug at his thick hair. He pulls away slightly, and the cold air mixed with his spit made your nipple stiffen more. He kissed in between your breasts before making his way to the other one, and took your nipple back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub slowly, humming slightly as he does so, causing you to shiver from the shockwave it sends through your body, and you tug at his hair slightly more. Talla always took his time with you on nights like these.

Talla pulled off of your nipple once more, but his mouth never left your body, lips never leaving your skin. He kissed down your stomach slowly, while placing a hand between your legs, opening them up slightly. He moved himself down the bed, hands on your knees, pushing your legs open wide, and he came face to face with your pussy. "Mine." He says once more, and that sent chills down your spine, causing another shiver to occur. Talla hooked his arms under your thighs, and planted soft kisses upon the inner parts of them. His beard scratched your skin just right. He licked your folds slowly, tasting your arousal for him, before diving in, licking and lapping between your folds like a man starved. You nearly choked on your first moan, but the rest came out like a song, and it was music to Talla's ears, because he slid his tongue up to your clit and began sucking on it, flicking his tongue against the ball of nerves, while sliding two fingers into you, stretching you nicely with his thick fingers, curling them to hit that sweet spot that makes you thrash every time. Your hips bucked and your back arched at the feeling. Talla spread his fingers open slightly inside of you, feeling every inch of your walls, memorizing every centimeter, while his tongue flicked against your clit. You tugged at his hair, pulling it to press him closer, harder onto your pussy. He hummed against you and the vibration made your whole body jolt, and cry out loudly. Talla picked up the pace with his fingers, but sucked your clit still ever so slowly, humming against it. You pulled his hair harder, your legs began to shake, and your pussy clenched around his fingers. Talla nodded against you, and hummed and "mhmm" against your clit. Your moans grew desperate and erratic. The feeling in your stomach growing stronger, Talla doubling his efforts was all becoming too much, until finally the release crashed over you, your orgasm breaking free. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, juices flowing down his fingers, your loud moans echoing through the room. Talla let you ride out the aftershocks, slowing his fingers down and slowly removing his mouth from your throbbing clit. He extracted his fingers slowly, and you whimpered at the empty feeling.

Talla sat up slowly. His hair framing a mess from your hand pulling it, his beard glistening in the dim light in the bedside light from the juices of your pussy. He rubbed your legs, thumbs tracing circles on your knees as he looked down upon you. Your hair sticking to your sweaty face, your chest heaving up and down as you breathed hard. He was admiring the mess he made of you, his perfect, pretty mess. His.

Talla leaned down over you, resting his elbows above your shoulders, your head resting perfectly between his arms. "I'm not done worshipping you yet." He says, his eyes trailing up and down your face. You smiled softly, your eyes looking down to his lips, and back up into his eyes. "What baby?" He says, noticing. "Use your words."

"Kiss me." You say softly, pleading. Without hesitation, Talla's lips meet yours softly, and he brings one hand down to your chin, and he opens your mouth, his tongue diving into your mouth, and you moan at the feeling as well as the taste of your own climax still on his tongue. He moved his other hand down to his cock that was already lined up to your entrance, and gave himself a few strokes. He growled into your mouth as he stroked himself slowly, before sliding himself inside of you, slowly, causing you to moan into his mouth.

Talla's pace was slow at first, giving you time to adjust, because no matter how many times he's fucked you, you still need time to adjust to his length and girth. He moves in and out at a soft pace, until he feels your legs wrap around him, feeling the heel of your foot against him give him a nudge, and that's how he knows you're ready. He moves at a quicker pace now, his hips snapping and rolling, the room echoing with the sounds of skin against skin and your moans.

Talla leans back down now, putting your head back in between his arms, and he lays his head against yours, the angle making his cock curl into you, making your back arch, your chest pressing into him, the friction of your hardened nipples rubbing against his skin sending chills down your spine. Talla places his forehead against yours, your breath's mingling together as your mouths stay agape with the sounds of pure ecstasy. "Mine." He says through a shaky breath. All you could do was nod, as another orgasm was about to come crashing over you. Talla was getting close too, as his movement became more erratic, more needy.

Talla reached a hand down and began rubbing sweet little circles against your clit, making you cry out, and your walls flutter around his cock. He sped up his movements inside of you, chasing his release. "Cum for me, Ko ʻEku ʻOfa." He says, almost pleading. And that did it for you. Your second orgasm took over every inch of your body, your nails digging into the delicate skin of his back. Talla's release hit at the same time as yours, and feeling his thick cock throbbing inside of you was a whole other feeling in itself. A feeling you could feel forever if you could.

Talla slowed his pace down, letting you both ride out the aftershocks, before stopping completely, and pulling himself out slowly. His forehead rested against yours still, his hair surrounding your faces. He pressed a kiss against your nose, making you scrunch it slightly, and then a soft kiss to your lips before lying down next to you.

He turned over to face you, and you did the same, in sync. He placed a hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "I'm happy you take up my space." He says quietly. You bite your lip, and smile at him sleepy-like, tired from the two orgasms he gave to you, and feeling pure bliss.