Secret Identity: A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

This fanfic is rated M for smut. Read at your own risk

Chapter One

Tom stretched out on the low sofa, legs wide and askew as usual. He folded up the newspaper he was reading and tossed it onto the coffee table. His eyes roamed around the spacious flat. Valerie had made them a pleasant home here, and in a few months, after his next movie wrapped, he'd make her his wife.

Valerie had always enjoyed going out on Sunday mornings alone. She got up before he did to enjoy the early morning in the city. Tom was happy to allow her to go. She needed time to collect her toughts, she said. She took her laptop with her to finish whatever work was left over from that week. Lately, she'd been a bride-to-be on a mission, using her Sunday mornings to sort of the details of the wedding. She always brought back a small assortment of muffins from the corner bakery, and she and Tom would spend the remainder of their Sunday together, going to the cinema, sharing meals, but most often fucking all afternoon and eating takeaway in bed.

Today would be a day for fucking the entire afternoon.

He smiled to himself.

Tom checked his watch. It wasn't even mid morning yet. Valerie wouldn't arrive home for a couple hours. Tom tapped his foot and scratched the back of his neck, then lay on his back on the long couch, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. He tapped his toes, impatient for time to pass quickly. When Valerie came in, she'd find him here, still in his pajama bottoms and threadbare tee shirt. She'd set her bags on the table and slide her warm body onto his. His arms would instinctively find their place around her soft curves and their Sunday together would start.

He loved the easy affection they had fallen into, even at the expense of burning through the wild sex of their first year together. He remembered how they used to play. At the beginning of every sexual relationship, things were exciting and new, but sex with Valerie that first year was eye opening. Playful. Intense. Curious. Willing to try any new thing they could dream up together.

Tom's eyes closed as images flashed through his mind.

Valerie with her arms strung up above her head, her breasts pushed out by her arching back. Breathing heavily, she tried to squrim away as he teased her inner thighs and mound with her vibrator, before pressing it flush against her clit and watching her intently as she came.

He remembered the first time she had invited him to fuck her in the ass, shyly suggesting it while they were both half drunk. He'd wanted it of course, but had been hesitant, worried about hurting her. When he finally gave in, slowly slipping his well-lubed cock into her puckered hole, she moaned so deeply, like a dirty whore, he'd completely lost his mind, almost spilling into her right then.

Slowly, over the months that followed, they had begun experimenting less and relying on tried and true methods more. A small price to pay for true intimacy, certainly. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss those torrid nights.

A small grin played on his lips. They'd been a couple for two and a half years. Their wedding was nine months from now. Perhaps it was time to heat things up again? Tom's mind raced with possibilities of what he could surprise her with when she got home, dismissing each idea as it occured to him. He needed something new. Something hot that they had never tried before.

Tom caught his bottom lip in his teeth and glanced at his watch. He knew someplace he could go to get some dirty inspiration. Finding that there was still plenty of time before Valerie was to come home, he pulled out his phone and brought up the internet browser. He relexively looked over his shoulder and then shook his head at his own stupidity. He was alone.

Tom typed the website into the search bar.

-T-u-m-b-l-r-

He hadn't been visited the website for years, before he knew Valerie, and even then it had been mostly when he was on location. Before long it had gotten monotonous fucking vapid co-stars, extras and coffee shop girls. He'd had nearly identical sex with a blurry parade of women. For them, it was exciting enough to bed an actor. Unfortunately, he couldn't get too creative with any of them, for fear that they'd run to the internet with the story.

But these girls on this website. Fuck. Creative didn't even begin to describe it. He played every part in their fantasies, which they dutifully transcribed for one another, much to his private delight. They passed photos of him back and forth like school girl notes, piping up with comments that were sometimes humorous, sometimes lewd and shocking. In the days before Valerie, he'd come so many times reading what they called "smut", stroking his hard cock furioiusly to the pictures their words inspired.

In the website's search field he typed:

-Tom Hiddleston Smut-

He licked his lips and looked over his shoulder again, this time laughing out loud at himself. Obviously he could never tell anyone that he had ever seen anything from this site. Luke would have a fit. Valerie would definitely not approve. The first night they met, he had asked her if she was on Tumblr. They had both been more than a little tipsy, but he clearly remembered her waving her hand at him dismissively and making a disgusted face. She gave him a flat no, and that had been the end of it.

Tom scrolled through his phone looking for something promising and different to give him a direction to go with Valerie. He passed by plently of pictures appreciating his body, down to the most minute detail. Sex knuckle, ear freckle, neck veins.

He scrolled through seemingly endless lines of text, scanning them, waiting for a line or two to catch his eye.

Then something he read made his cock jump.

You slowly crawled up his naked body, stretched out on the bed. Your eyes locked with his as your breasts grazed his skin. He reached for you.

"Tsk. Tsk, Thomas. Hands back behind your head."

He moved to obey and you kneeled over his face, your thighs spread on either side of his head.

"Do you want to taste my cunt, Thomas? You may speak."

"Yes," he lifted his head, mouth slack to taste you.

"Behave, Thomas," you scolded, reaching behind you to pinch his nipple.

His body arched and he gasped with the blend of pleasure and pain.

"Yes what, Thomas?" you pinched again.

"Yes, Mistress," he said through clenched teeth.

You grasped his chin in your thumb and forefinger, tilting his face to meet your gaze. You traced his thin lips with your thumb.

"Open your mouth just a bit, boy."

He licked his lips and loosened his jaw. You dipped your hips, barely brushing your cunt against his chin, teasing him. You slid your clit against his nose and moaned.

"Hmm.. lovely. Perhaps I shall bring myself off like this." You mused.

"No, Mistress. Please," Tom spoke, his lips brushing your sex.

You gripped a handful of his curls hard, tilting his face to meet your stern eyes. "This is your last warning, Thomas. If you talk out of turn once more, I'll be forced to bind your hands and you'll have to watch while I make myself come. You are my toy, Thomas. Here for my pleasure. Don't forget that."

You pressed your cunt onto his mouth, "Lips. Tongue. Now."

Tom groaned and slid a flat tongue into your drenched slit. Pulling your clit between his lips he sucked it lightly, then hearing your moan, he increased the pressure.

"Oh, yes. That's very good, Thomas. Now fuck me with your tongue. I want to ride your mouth."

His tongue dipped into your entrance and your hips rocked against his jaw, his stubble stinging the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You breath was coming fast now. Heat was spreading through your belly, the coil between your legs tightening.

"Play with my clit, Thomas. I want to come like this. All over your face."

Tom's thumb went to your clit, making soft, slow passes over it.

You were losing your composure, forgetting your role, "More, Tom. Please. I'm close."

He chuckled.

You shot him a dirty look. "Don't you dare tease me, boy. If you can't do this properly, maybe it's time I found a new toy to..."

He pressed his thumb hard against your clit, circling it slowly.

"Ohhh, yes. That's a good boy. What else can you do to please your Mistress?"
Tom slid two long fingers inside and captured your clit in his mouth, flicking his tongue across it.

He pumped his fingers into you, curving them to coax your release out of you.

"Does this please you, Mistress?" he asked innocently, looking up at you with your head thrown back grinding against his hand, moaning continuouly now.

Returning to suckle your clit, Tom moaned low in his throat. He brought the sensitive nub between his lips and rolled it there, then sucked hard, matching the rhythm of his fingers.

You gasped as your orgasm overtook you, the convulsions causing your thighs to quiver, bathing Tom's jaw and neck with sweet clear fluid.

Tom wasn't aware of the exact moment when he had begun stroking his cock absentmindedly through his loose pants, but fuck was he hard now. Ah, those dirty girls of Tumblr. But there was something about this one in particular. That story was fucking hot. Who was this woman? Victoria Cross. He grinned, it was a charming nod to one of his earliest roles. Let's see if she's written anything else. Still on a mission to find something sexy to do with Valerie, he followed the link to her blog.

He scrolled through the photos, most of them of him in suits. There we more than a few of him wearing a wet shirt and boots in a bathtub. He grinned. That shoot had been fun.

Tom kept scrolling for more writing when he came across a post titled:

You know you're deep into fandom when watching The Hollow Crown involves candles, wine, and lingerie...I have my weekend planned. -VC

A photo was posted below, shot from behind this woman. He could see his image on the telly, as Prince Hal. A small foot with red painted toenails was propped up on a coffee table which was littered with candles and a wine bottle.. Scrolling slowly, he took in her slim leg. A short burgundy nightie was ruched over her upper thighs, a glass of red wine held in her lap. This was doing nothing to calm his hard on. Luscious clevage, slim neck, the woman was looking back mischeviously at the camera, brunette waves framing her face.

Tom paused, unable to register what he was seeing.

He blanched, his mouth becoming dry and his erection faltering.

It was Valerie.