Sharing the Spotlight’s Just Not My Style (v2)

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"Is that?"

"Looks like it," Johnny - also known as Superstar - whistled, lowering his glasses as his eyes were trained at a similar looking cognition. It was just Rin and Johnny on this stretch of this Palace, wandering above the scaffolding of the twisted movie studio they were in. Rin - codename Joker - took the lead, with the cocky boy following behind, the rest of their team a few paces behind as a cautionary measure when it came to sneaking around the premises.

Johnny thought he'd saw it all; this talent agent of his wasn't the kindest of agents, but witnessing the sheer brutality of his treatment towards the other actors in his care really soured his perception towards him. Cognitions of various actors and actresses were on their individual sets, whipped and forced to act out their scenes under gruelling conditions, unable to rest while being punished for the slightest mistake. Even with being the 'favourite' and egotistical self, Johnny thought it was too far, having awoken his Persona while cursing out said talent agent's shadow, cursing him out and yelling plenty of other expletives that made even Rin blush.

Now, being here with his smokin' hot girlfriend, Johnny was witness to the evil machinations of his talent agent. Who would he be if he didn't help in stealing his heart after all that? The opportunity to play hero too temptations for him to resist, and so he willingly tagged along with Rin and her Phantom Thieves to liberate the others under the agent's abusive control - and show off to Rin while doing so.

While Rin and the other explained the concept of cognitions within the palaces, seeing one of him was still quite bizarre as Joker and Superstar observed the Johnny doppelganger. He was wearing something not unlike the current Superstar was, his expensive sunglasses like the ones that Superstar used as a mask, swaggering around with nothing but loose trousers; a red bathrobe with his initials on it; and flipflops as he swaggered around the numerous studios. Taking a sip from his glass, he wasn't bound to the other set unlike the others, the star moneymaker for the talent agent. "I guess you really are the favourite," Rin chuckled, causing Johnny to bite his lip, swallowing his ego as they watched the cognition walk away.

"Come on, we should be heading back, no doubt the rest of this is made up of sets," Rin said, her coat fluttering in the wind as she turned on her heel. But there was no response from her partner. Instead, she heard a subtle clink against the metal gangway, her eyes widened as she turned around, just able to see rappel straight down using his own set of grappling hooks. "Johnny!?" she exclaimed, just to watch Johnny tumble downward and onto the ground below to the shock of the cognitive staff mulling about. Unbuckling his rope, he ran straight towards his doppelganger cognition.

"Hey, James Bond, come back here so I can kick your ass all the back to tacky-yaki city," Johnny hissed at the cognition, who stopped in his tracks in confusion. "Yeah, I'm talking to you. Face me, motherfucker," he demanded, "Or else I'm going to thrash your face so hard it'll make a crackhead blush,"

The cognition paused, before turning around, sunglasses lowered to stare at Johnny's with its lifeless, tell-tale eyes. It frowned. "Davon never said anything about a stunt-double," it said, "Is he really going to make me do that commercial. I keep telling him - no stunts unless I get free fire protection for my hair!"

"Hey, I am not a stunt-double!" Johnny gruffed, just as Rin dropped quietly behind him. Already she knew she had to step in, their commotion was already drawing the attention of the surrounding cognitions. "Superstar!" she hissed in Johnny's ear, putting a hand on his shoulder that made him jump. "We're so sorry, Mr. Carlton-"

"That's 'Cage' to you, sweetie," the cognition winked, and Johnny's fists tightened at the gesture.

"- Mr. Cage. Sorry, he's just really tired, and we're do for another rehearsal, isn't that right, Steve?" Rin hissed at Johnny, who raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"What- Oh! Oh yeah. Yeah," Johnny snapped back to reality, the bitterness he harboured towards the cognition still present in his voice. "Sorry. Just got a lot of shit from people confusing us, Mr. Cage. You know how rehearsals are. Now, 'Miki' and I'll-"

"Miki, huh?" the cognition winked, a smile spread on his face as he handed Johnny his drink. Unconsciously Johnny accepted it, only to realise what he had done, scowling and stringing curses under his breath as he looked for a place to set it down. But the cognition paid little mind to him, of course; it instead trained its full attention onto Rin. It sauntered up to her, pursing and licking his lips as his gaze raked her curvy form, taking every inch of her from head to toe in obvious, lecherous delight. "I haven't seen you around, and I know I'd remember someone as sexy as you if you were. Do you perhaps belong to another warehouse set entirely?"

"I-" Rin nervously stammered, before a brilliant idea crossed her mind that she could use to her advantage. The reason why this treasure was so hard to find was because of the unreliable readings due to the nature of said Palace, one which hold other desires as hostages, each talent under the Rule's contract adding to the haystack in which housed the needle. With this cognition's help, maybe they could cut down their search immensely, Rin thought, with it telling where its location was exactly. She prepared herself, squeezing her arms against her tits she was sure to show off just how big her cleavage was, batting her eyelids as seductive as she could manage. "Yes, I just transferred here," she lied, "And I got lost with my friend 'Steve' here-"

"Yeah, yeah, anyway," the cognition dismissed Johnny, waving him away much to his bewildered chagrin as he stepped closer to Rin. It gazed into Rin's eyes, relishing in its reflection. "You know sugar. You've got such a pretty face, it's a pity that this mask is in the way-"

Lightly Rin slapped his hand away, earning a whistle from the cognition. "I'm sorry," she said, "I gotta keep it on. You know what the boss is like..."

"Hardly," the cognition shrugged, "But sure. Anyways when are you free? Maybe ew can go out for some drinks later or...?"

"Drinking? At your age? How naughty," Rin laughed seductively. Johnny couldn't help but curl his toes at how effortlessly Rin did it. He loved her shy, frumpy self, sure; but when she was 'Joker' she was a different beast, so suave and confident that it left him speechless and hard. "Buuut, maybe I can if I get permission from the boss," she giggled, bending towards the cognition to show off her generous cleavage, a view that should've been Johnny's instead. "But I don't know where his office is," she groaned, stamping her feet in emphasis, "This place is sooooo big. Can you tell me where-"

The cognition kissing Rin on the lips interrupted her, his tongue slipping past them and into her mouth before Rin had a chance to properly realise what was happening to her. It growled in pleasure and greed, rocking its hips as it grabbed her fat ass from under her coat tails, anchoring it deep into its greed as it licked and sucked all it could in its mouth. Rin was stunned, too lost by the sudden flurry of hot, confusing acts to even fully comprehend what was happening, too caught up by the sudden, wild hunger that consumed them both to push it away as Johnny was hopeless to watch everything go down in front of him.

"You want to come back to my room?" the cognition asked. Rin heart skipped with excitement; she was getting to pulling off this entire gambit. She nodded, giggling a little with her reddened cheeks as she unconsciously rubbed her knees - signs that brought Johnny only further jealousy and rage.

But he kept quiet, slinking behind the two, his stomach twisting into envious knots as he watched Rin openly laugh at the cognition's jokes. He knew it wasn't 'real'; but he still felt awful, damnnit! Eventually the three stopped at a door that bore his name. The cognition opened the door for Rin, which responded politely with a curtsey; only when Johnny stepped forward did she stop him. "Let me handle this," Rin suggested, her expression once again serious. "Just...come in if things get rough...I love you, by the way,"

"Alright then," Johnny huffed, completely unhappy with the task he was handed by Rin; yet he knew he had little reason to complain as he watched her disappear behind the door alongside his doppelganger.

'Handling this' for Rin consisted of fully pushing herself into making out with the cognition, crashing her lips against his while her hands reached for his gelled hair, letting desperation and lust completely consume her while the cognition did the same. Hungrily they rocked their bodies against one another, lost in the chaos of smacking tongues and grasping hands that it took them to collapsing against the conveniently placed sofa for them to snap out of their bewitching spell. "Oh, Mr. Cage," Rin ached, still playing up her facade as she grasped against the cognition's clothes. "You're so hot, like, really hot," words spilling from her lips that hid a truth amongst them.

"Not as hot as you, sugar," the cognition winked, the sunglasses he wore knocked away from the chaotic flurry they just participated in. It reached to grab her breasts, Rin feeling a twinge of excitement all the way down to her clit as he continued to massage the large sacks of flesh. "So, fucking busty," the cognition groaned, fully revelling in the hefty weight of her tits, kneading them so succulently with his fingers, admiring them so openly that Rin could see the bulge between his legs thickening with definition. He was a cognition, sure; but the talent agent was said to be incredibly perceptive when it came to his clients, and this Johnny was no exception to the rule, acting so suave, so bold and assertive in a way that reminded Rin of the real thing.

She gulped, swallowing her building arousal as she remembered why she was doing this. Taking a more cautious, conscious approach, she moved up to him, peeling off his hands only to place her's against his chest. "So... about those directions...?" she started, resisting the gnawing urge to trail her hand down further. "Can you please tell me...?"

"Oh, do I have to do that now?" the cognition whined, and Rin bit her lip as she threw away her resolve to follow her head, trailing down her hands further onto his stomach. "Whoa, desperate, are we?" the cognition laughed, words breathless as Rin boldly played her gambit. "I was hoping we could...you know...have a little 'fun' first. Can you humour me for a bit longer?"

"I..." Rin choked. She knew that the others were waiting for her; that the real Johnny was waiting for her right behind that door. She could decline his offer...but what if it meant that the cognition would no longer divulge the secrets of the Palace?

"...sure, we can kiss for a little longer," Rin said, betting her dignity as she shrugged off her heavy coat. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, giving into her lusts completely; for the sake of her friends and boyfriend, of course.

The cognition smiled wickedly at her. In a blink Rin was lying on the couch, dazed and confused with her legs spread wide, her aching pussy exposed to the cock that was about to penetrate her. "Wait-" she gasped, trying her best to control the situation at hand. But it was too late, the cognition pressed its tip against her entrance, and Rin groaned as the sudden, burning wave of anticipation and need washed over her from toe to head. Rin knew she needed to stop this now; that her virginity was still intact, the louch girl still wanting the dignity of giving her chaste body to her first ever boyfriend. But instead, her need as a woman gave her up completely, barely mustering the strength to fight back as the cognition's dick pried her entrance. It was over before it began, and Rin could only throw her head back at the ecstasy of having dick inside her, the dick of an imposter who wore the face of her boyfriend.

"Fuck, you like that baby?" the cognition growled, primal greed and hunger hissed through his teeth as he pushed his thick meat further inside her cunt. Rin nodded, head swimming with delight as he felt the gooey, overwhelming pressure continued to fill her, her legs twitching wider in hopes to accommodate more of the delightful dick as her clit throbbed increasingly needy for attention too. "Tell me, tell me how good it feels getting filled up like this from a real celebrity, I can feel your pussy clamping around and drooling all around me you know? I want you to be honest! Be honest me with, Miki!"

"Yes," Rin groaned, swallowing the swelling amount of spit that was bubbling from her mouth as she tried to form the words. "It feels so good," she groaned, her head swimming with hot, blistering heat as she further surrendered herself to the primal bliss she was plunged into. "Your cock feels so nice inside me, so good, so right..." Rin couldn't think straight; instead of seeing it as being fucked by someone else using Johnny's face, she felt as though it was Johnny himself was fucking her...finally, she ached; having never felt so fulfilled, so assured and vulnerable as her virginity was being snatched away from her. "Fuck me, Mr. Cage," she begged. "Fuck me so hard that I become your bitch; fuck me so good that no other dick can satisfy me-"

The crack and splintering of wood echoed suddenly. The cognition and Rin snapped their attention to the figure amongst the carnage left behind, Superstar standing there amongst the door frame. "Get your fucking mitts off of my girlfriend!" he yelled, and Rin scrambled up from her lying position as the cognition pulled out from her pussy.

"Johnny-"

Rin was interrupted by Johnny's lips. They were warmer, firmer, more passionate than the cognition's as they pressed against her sensitive flesh, and Rin couldn't help but lose herself to them as she felt something - probably his cock - throbbing dangerously against her entrance. "'Handling it' just fine, huh?" Johnny growled against her lips, the venom of jealousy keenly there as he rocked his hips teasingly between her legs, "I know I'm hot, but fucking a cognition of myself is going a little too far, isn't it, Joker? Especially when you have the real thing just behind that door," Rin could only groan in embarrassment and protest, her mind drunk with arousal as she felt his cock twitch and throb against her waiting entrance.

"Johnny..." Rin moaned, but willingly accepted his cock as he pushed further into her waiting cunt, crying against his hungry lips with wanton glee and excitement the deeper he invaded her insides with his cock, completely lost in the primal heat that they now shared with one another. Johnny's cock was so much better than the cognition's, Rin thought. For one, it was real, the heat throbbing from it filling up her pussy with such delight she couldn't help but love, the growing stain of liquid on the couch's surface evident of how much she was enjoying his presence.

But Johnny wanted more of Rin. He wanted her since he laid his eyes on her while walking the halls of Shujin Academy, the rumours circulating about her criminal history awakening an excitement within him he couldn't quite place. Now, the culmination of watching hours of chicks getting railed by hot studs like him finally bore fruit; he knew exactly what to do at that moment. With hard, clumsy effort he pulled his hips, only to slam them against her walls with a powerful thrust, sending an electrifying joy that overwhelmed them both. Eyes wide under her mask, Rin couldn't help but throw her head back as she submitted to his might, throwing herself into the chaos of their lovemaking in deep, primal desperation.

It was the final straw; now they were fucking like crazy upon the couch, Johnny's powerful thrusts into the deepest parts of her cunt sent Rin into a haze of crazy lust she couldn't quite cope with. It was pure, wanton lust between the two, their feelings for one another purely distilled by something so crazy and primal that neither of them could properly stop themselves from doing. Johnny's firm grip found itself firmly anchored against her hips, Rin's legs found themselves wrap around his waist in her desperate attempt to not let him go, all while they were grunting openly like two, delirious beasts for the cognition to witness wholeheartedly.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" Johnny cried, Rin too lost in her own need for Johnny to finish inside her to consider the consequences. With one victorious slam he shot all he could into her, sticky ropes coating her insides with generous heaps of semen that was sure to get Rin pregnant, yet the girl merely whined in glee as she was brought to her own, dizzying climax.

"Holy shit," the cognition gasped, watching as Rin came all over the real Johnny's cock, fluids gushing out of her pussy dripped down his buried tip and ballsack as she convulsed against the sopping surface of the couch. Even in her delirium Rin threw herself even deeper onto Johnny's dick, rocking her hips with her back arched as she tried to anchor herself from the chaos of her very first dick-induced orgasm. "I knew you were a slut but..." the cognition trailed off, unconsciously jerking off to the debauched sight it had the privilege of witnessing.

Triumphantly Johnny pulled out of Rin, admiring his handiwork as he watched the cum he pumped inside spill back out, his cock glistening with her juices under the lights above them. "Shit, Joker," Johnny moaned, still tasting the orgasmic high of their lovemaking on his lips. "Baby, I knew you were a good fuck, but-"

Johnny turned towards the cognition, and the memory of their mission came rushing back. "Shit-" he stuttered, eyes wide as he tried to salvage whatever he could of Joker's gambit. "Look here you-" he started at his cognition, his mind trying its best to scramble an excuse.

But the cognition merely brushed past him, and Johnny whipped around just in time to see it stick itself back into Rin's pussy. "Hey! That's my girlfriend you're fucking!" Johnny exclaimed. Yet the cognition paid him no mind, casually thrusting into Rin's hole in clumsy strokes it used her without a care or acknowledgement in the world. "Get your dick out of my-"

"Johnny," Rin groaned, and Johnny stopped his rampage. Rin looked completely dishevelled, her wild hair messier and her collar-piece hanging by a button, she had never seemed so serene, so satisfied at that moment, the fight she normally had completely extinguished by the cock that was currently fucking her senseless. Johnny was flabbergasted at the sight, a befuddlement of both arousal and shock kept him rooted to the spot - and his dick hard. But Rin couldn't help it, not when the cognition rolled its hips inside her in firm, mechanical thrusts, slamming into the same, tender spots that Johnny had laid waste to the first time around.

"Heh, I'm fucking you in front of your boyfriend, and yet you're still spreading your legs for me," the cognition scoffed as he continued to fuck her, "You're even a bigger slut than I thought. But I should've known from the moment I saw your outfit, 'Rin'," the girl under him moaning as it rolled her real name on its tongue. She knew it was wrong; but all the pent-up frustrations ever since she moved to Tokyo finally had an outlet, and it if meant getting selfishly fucked by a cognition of her boyfriend, then she was going to take it, consequences be damned. "So tight around me. You really needed a good dicking, didn't you, sweetheart?" the cognition purred, licking its lips as it continued to hit every spot, diligently churning up the cum that was still deep within her pussy. Rin merely replied with more of her helpless groans, surrendering more to her wicked perversions, eagerly continuing to milk out whatever she could in her need for yet another hot, messy orgasm.

The real Johnny, however, was yet to concede his spot as her numero uno, primo dick. Stroking his dick using her cum as lube he scrambled for his opportunity to attack, how could he one up the cognition, who was currently filling his girlfriend with clearly inferior dick. His eyes scanned for an opening, landing squarely at the sight of her fat ass. Yes...that was it, he thought to himself. It was the perfect opening for his comeback. While Rin was fucked by the cognition he wandered towards them. In one swift movement he helped Rin off the couch, the delirious girl moaning in his arms while the cognition pulled out in shock.

"Prepare yourself Joker, daddy's coming in," he whispered in her ear, poking his dick against her puckered entrance.

Rin furrowed her eyebrows, before widening her eyes at the realisation as to what her boyfriend had for her. "Wait-" she gasped, her sanity breaking through just enough to ask for any kind of preparation on her part. But before she can utter a plea, she felt her tight hole stretch. "Holy shit," she gasped, unable to do anything but take his dick in her ass, feeling each inch sink into her hole as Johnny stretched her dangerously apart.

Taking it in the ass felt more chaotic than taking it from her front, so dirty and wrong that it barely made sense as Rin struggled handle the increasing pressure that Johnny was so eagerly stuffing her with. But with this wrongness came with excitement, with this chaos came a strange sense of liberation that Rin had little choice but to embrace fully, and she did as she came right there and then, spraying her pussy juices all over herself while she curled her toes desperately against the flats of her boots. "Holy shit, Johnny!" she cried in her wild panic, eyes rolling back as she struggled to hope with the hot, unrelenting sense of lecherous bliss that came crashing over her. "Your dick is so big!" she screamed wildly, the calm demeanour she wore as Joker long gone and replaced by something more honest and needy. "I can feel you in my guts!" she yelled, "Give me more dick, please! Stuff me until your balls-deep inside my fucking ass! I need more!"

Johnny was surprised; Johnny was completely horny for this side of Rin, watching as her normal stoic, cool demeanour crumble instantly before him. That was before he relished in how good it felt to be inside her ass, her walls even more hungry and desperate for his cock, her entrance winking like crazy against his girth as it tried desperately to gobble more of his length inside her. Not to mention the sight of it; round meat that was both firm and plush in all the right places, her muscle kneading him while her soft, pillowy cheeks sprang and sank each time he shook his hips. Johnny never felt so lucky as he did at that moment, totally mesmerised at the sight, he completely forgot why he was fucking her in the ass in the first place.

But unceremoniously, the bizarre reality he was in came rushing back as the cognition once more slipped himself inside Rin's pussy, Johnny hissed through his teeth when he felt the pressure inside her grew a little more overwhelming. "If you're just going to hold her like that, I might as well join the party," the cognition smirked, and Johnny felt the spite he harboured towards him bubble up once more at full force. "It's getting a little crowded here, wouldn't you say?" the cognition continued to taunt him, "And I don't think that this lady would appreciate us studs using her little body at the same time - it might break her."

"Fuck off, she can take it," Johnny snapped. He turned to the gasping Rin. "You ready for this sugar?" he purred in her ear, "Because I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget,"

Rin couldn't reply. She was too overwhelmed with both of Johnny being inside her, drool escaped from her lips as she felt the two cocks rub against her heated walls, grinding against one another within her body as she struggled to cope with the pressures currently short-circuiting her brain. She was a virgin just moments ago; now she felt like all her holes were loose, stretched and moulded into taking nothing but cock, a primal dream of hers that was now realised into reality. "Plea-" she gasped, struggling to make sense of what was happening to her, "Fu-full," she groaned, "So tight-I-I-"

"Shhhh, I got you," the cognition murmured to her, the real Johnny rolling his eyes as he was the one who was supporting Rin's body by himself, her legs hooked around his strong arms for support. Gently the cognition kissed her, Rin aching and moaning when she felt the tenderness on her lips that she couldn't help but jump in joy as she regularly accepted them. "Daddy Cage's got you, babygirl," a technical truth on the cognitions part.

But Johnny wasn't going to give up his position so easily. "You fucking heart-" he started, only to be interrupted by a kiss from the cognitive Johnny himself. Mixed emotions churned within his stomach; it wasn't deliberate, but Johnny couldn't help himself by returning the kiss, pushing his lips harder and sticking his tongue inside the cognition's in his bid for total control.

The cognition accepted Johnny's challenge, returning Johnny's gambit with his own wild flurries of kisses, their tongues crashing against one another in their wild gambit, all but leaving Rin stuck in the literal middle as they battled for dominance. Rin couldn't grasp what was happening to her, only able to surrender to the utter madness of her situation; each time the Johnny's pulled away they thrusted deep inside her, shockwaves of utter bliss coursed through Rin's veins as they went back in their battle for possession of her, "Johnny-!" she squealed in her effort to assets any ounce of control on her situation, struggling in Johnny's grasp as she tried her best to get both of their attention. But her flailing only added to the confusion of her predicament, unwittingly shoving herself deeper against their cock until inevitability hitting her limit.

"Cuumm!!" she squealed, her juices once more spraying all over the cognition's dick. "Oh my god!!" she cried, her head thrown back as she spiralled into insanity, kicking and screaming as this climax rocked her entire body apart. Something warm sprayed alongside hehr juices; the overpowering panic had made Rin lose control over her bladder, fresh urine dripped down her body and down on the carpet below her. "I can't-" she gasped. "I- I-Oh my Ggoooood!"

Rin's explosive orgasm led to cognition and Johnny cumming inside her body too. A maddening, overwhelming gooeyness of heat washed over the vulnerable girl as she felt Johnny fill up her ass until it felt like bursting. "Oh- Oh yeah," she groaned, eyes drooping behind her mask. "Ahhhh. Cum so thick...feels so good ah!" More cum and pissed spilled from her entrance, shaky breaths rattled her body as Rin fully gave into her insane pleasures. "I feel so goooooooooood-" she moaned. "I need more, more cock inside me!" she begged, drool dripping from her mouth in her delirium.

Johnny loved fucking his hot-as-fuck girlfriend, but even he knew when it call it quits as he lifted her up from both their cocks. "Shit...Joker, you're okay?" he asked her, voice full of genuine concern. Only to be met with giggles as Rin continued to ride her orgasmic high, her hips humping the air before her, "Yeah I think we fucked her stupid. Ummm...may we uh, take a break here for a second?"

"Well, you two did lie to me about your identities," the cognition said, "And I'm not obliged to help you, doppelganger. Buuuuut. Fuck Devin, you can stay here." he reasoned, bitterly spitting out the talent agent’s name, "Not just for the awesome sex, but to rub it in his face. Heck, I'll even tell you where his office is. I never liked that guy,"

"Yeah, fuck Devin," Johnny agreed, Rin groaning on his lap as his cum oozed from her opened holes.