Note: A one-shot about “human” Derek’s desires, so… basically porn with some plot. Enjoy! It is loosely related to our “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series, but can be read as a standalone one-shot.

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Rating/category: R (explicit), supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, aged up characters, Spark Stiles, Magic Stiles, Emissary Stiles, Emissary in training Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, Alpha Derek, love, soulmates, Mate bond, Emissary bond, werewolves, powerless Derek, bottom Derek, submissive Derek, top Stiles, dominant Stiles, role reversal, smut, sex tape, edging, delayed gratification, Lunar Eclipse

Summary: The Lunar Eclipse can be a dangerous time for werewolves because they become vulnerable without their supernatural powers. But Derek is looking forward to this particular celestial phenomenon, because he wants to experience sex with Stiles as more or less a human.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

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Lunar Eclipse
by Just Jim & Useless-girl

It hadn't been something he had thought of until now, but this time the Lunar Eclipse was on the same day as the Fourth of July, a holiday Derek hated thoroughly. Because of the fireworks. He wouldn't go so far as to claim he was afraid of them, except he was. The loud noises, the scent of gunpowder in the air, fire and flames... The scent of burning flesh with all the barbecues going on... This year for once he was lucky, he was going to be able to block it out with his human hearing.

It wasn't going to be spectacular, though Stiles might realize the exact moment they were going to be gone. Derek would know instantly because the world was going to be a whole lot more muted.

Derek had Beth shipped off to Melissa, he didn't want the child to pick up on his fear and develop one of her own. No, let her celebrate it the way humans did while her daddies... Well, they had adult plans she couldn't be around for anyways.

As soon as it got dark, after they had eaten Chinese take-out, the wolf shrugged out of his clothes and padded to the living room completely naked to find Stiles.

He pretended not to know what temptation he offered as he almost innocently stalked over to his mate, all grace and feral. "Hi."

Stiles wasn't particularly fond of the July 4th festivities either. Didn't even like fireworks that much because ever since as a child he found them too loud and always felt sorry for the poor scared animals. For years he feared those loud noises as a kid, but eventually grew out of it, but still wasn't a fan. He only liked the barbecues and all the food people seemed to like to make this day.

But this year was a bit different. They ordered in with Derek and Stiles was well-aware of the Lunar Eclipse happening too. It always fascinated him how werewolves lose their powers when that phenomenon happens. Luckily, they were perfectly safe tonight in the loft with all the wards he had put up and they had no plans of going anywhere. No, he had promised something else for Derek, involving letting him experience sex as a human with all the hickeys and marks which can – for once – stay on his skin instead of healing in minutes. And his fiancé seemed to be eager to experience that since he appeared all naked from out of nowhere.

"Hi..." Stiles hummed, averting his eyes from the TV to feast them on the naked gorgeous body in front of him, a dirty little smirk in the corner of his lips. "You wanna play?" he asked, reaching out a hand for Derek as Stiles was half-laying on the big and comfortable couch.

"Hmm," Derek agreed. There was some time before the actual eclipse started, fifteen minutes maybe but they were in no hurry. Yet. The slow lazy curl of arousal which warmed his belly was savored as he took the offered hand and stretched out on the couch with his mate to give him a kiss.

"You smell so good right now, content and like Chinese food." The lips were still greasy and slick from the food as Derek's tongue licked them, stealing the last taste of egg rolls and fried rice. "I hope you don't mind missing out on the barbecue food. We'll do it tomorrow." Or whenever. When it didn't remind him of cooked human meat and the house fire. Which was pretty much any day of the year as long as there were no fireworks involved.

His tongue licked into the hot mouth, slowly, loving how Stiles gave him his full attention despite the TV being on.

Stiles knew why Derek didn't like the festivities on this day and was perfectly fine with skipping on the grilling and all the other stuff. They made their own day they could enjoy and if he managed to put Derek's mind at ease, it was an even bigger win for the human.

Running his hands lazily up and down on the broad naked back, he smiled into the kiss. He loved it when he smelled appealing to his mate and felt his own lust uncoiling in his groin from having him so close and kissing him so lovingly.

"I don't need barbecue when I can taste you like this," Stiles purred into the kiss then returned it, letting it get deeper and hotter, his hands finding the firm ass to caress and lightly knead, humming satisfied from his mate's taste too.

Stiles even smelled better when the sharp spicy scent of arousal hit Derek’s nose, making him moan. The human could set him alight with lust with a simple look, a word, a touch or even just a scent. He had let Derek discover what it meant to be in the mood and to enjoy that mood. Hours of sex, sometimes even a couple of times a day, without shame, without judgment. Only with love.

"I'm addicted to sex with you," Derek muttered against the spit-slicked lips while hands groped him. All his work out had resulted in a genuine bubble butt so there was plenty to grope.

"I'm addicted to you." Yes, he wanted to play, be marked, feel what Stiles felt.

Stiles' grin was somehow both smug and moved as he looked into Derek's eyes. "I feel the same, you know. It's never been like this with anyone for me either. You're all I ever want and desire," Stiles whispered, reaching up with a hand to run his fingers through the thick hair of his man. "How do you want to do this?" he asked and leaned in to start planting soft kisses against Derek's neck, inhaling the beloved scent deeply.

The eclipse was drawing near, Stiles could feel it too through the bonds and the magic too, but Derek's werewolf powers were still there, humming under his skin. But now, even if they were going to be gone, the runes on his thigh would protect him from any outside harm since the magic stayed in his mate despite being temporarily human.

"Well....." Derek cocked his head, his eyes twinkling which let Stiles know he was about to be trolled. "I was thinking you'd do me."

Only a few minutes more... There was this tension starting, because it was exciting to him to be able to wear Stiles' marks. Granted, being shot when he had been human hadn't been fun but that wasn't the same pain as they were about to explore.

"Bite me, mark me. Suck my neck full of hickeys, leave your finger prints all over me. Fuck me so I can feel you instead of healing. Think you can handle that, husband?"

"Oh fuck..." Stiles groaned into the fragrant neck, not just from what Derek described, but from how he called him. He knew they were practically married in werewolf terms and their human wedding was coming up fast too, but it just blew Stiles' mind, making him make a move.

The next moment Derek was pushed on his back on the wide couch and Stiles was kneeling up to pull his shirt over his head and push down his sweatpants to be just as naked as Derek was. And yes, his pair's closeness and the effect of the words could be clearly seen between his legs.

"I can handle that and more. Do you?" he asked back while grabbing Derek's ankles to open his legs, Stiles' hungry eyes shamelessly feasting on the gorgeous body on display for him.

Derek nearly purred from the move when he found himself on his back while Stiles stripped, revealing his pale and tempting skin full of small moles. The scent of his arousal faded, sounds muted – the eclipse was starting. He could even feel it in his body, it felt heavier and his strength was gone too. Stiles and he might even be well-matched right now. At least he didn't need to smell the arousal, it was evident with the way it was blood-proud between the slender legs.

The werewolf was manhandled easily and it felt different, not necessarily a bad thing. His pupils widened from need as he lifted his arms above him, stretching out to show off all his skin, arching his back and angling his hips. It was as close to presenting as he could while on his back.

"Yes, I can. I want it and more."

"God, you're so gorgeous... and so very human right now. It turns me on even more. This time I'm gonna show you how I always feel when you do a number on me," Stiles chuckled hoarsely, voice thick with lust as he ran a slender hand down on Derek's chest and stomach, pulling away just before he could touch the rapidly filling cock there.

Stiles did lick that palm and wrapped his hand around his man's cock to slowly stroke it into its full glory, his eyes just continuing its feasting as he was taking his time to drink in every reaction, his other hand sliding onto a muscular thigh, thumb drawing small circles over the sensitive inner-side.

"We're going to make love all night long. I'll fuck you first then I'll want you to do the same to me until we are a sweaty mess, barely able to move," he continued low just when his palm twisted over Derek's tip a few times then smeared the wetness down on his length.

That was so Stiles, he would go with everything without much of a hassle and think it all was awesome. Derek werewolf? No problem. Derek alpha? Awesome. Derek human? Hot. Not once did Derek feel like Stiles wanted him for what he was, or his looks, it was all about who he was and that was still mind-boggling even now.

Hissing when the wet hand wrapped around his erection, he made sure to spread his legs even more, a needy little moan leaving him. Of course he was fine with a night full of sex, of getting to fuck his mate as well as being fucked because whenever their bodies would entwine like that, it was like coming home.

Pushing his hips upwards for some friction, it pushed his foreskin down so the head was revealed, pre-cum bubbling up from the small slit. "Too bad you can't knot me, huh?" It was already arousing to be in Stiles' shoes for a change.

"Oh man, yes. I feel sorry only for that. It's an incredible feeling each time," Stiles agreed and finally moved, his hand never pausing on the thick shaft as he laid down between the open legs, his lips finding the tattooed runes on the inner-thigh to kiss then lick along them. It made his lips and tongue tingle with magic, the lines flickering golden for a moment before fading back to black. Good, just as Stiles suspected, the runes' protection was still active.

Satisfied, he moved a little further up on the thigh and bit it to suck up a mark there, the grip of his hand tightening around Derek's cock.

Derek had no idea what it felt like to be on the receiving end of it but he knew it was an incredible feeling for him to be doing it. Probably even more than Stiles felt it. For his first time being human while bottoming, maybe it was a good thing Stiles couldn't knot. He was way too used to his werewolf healing after all.

The runes came alive, he felt the way they lit up, like a tickling burn as a reminder as Stiles' magic activated them by kissing them. The little row of tattoos was one of the smartest decisions they had made, besides deciding to be a couple. Derek twitched at the tightening hold on his cock while the first mark was sucked into his skin vigorously.

Instead of the redness of the hickey disappearing, it blossomed and stayed, no doubt soon turning into the purple blue marks that Stiles usually wore if Derek got extra frisky. Without the werewolf healing, his skin seemed to bruise as easily as his mate's, as if it had to make up for lost time or something.

"I feel it, I feel it staying," Derek sighed happily, pushing his hips upwards again impatiently.

Chuckling, Stiles let the abused patch of skin go and licked along it a couple of times to soothe the slight pain. "Oh yeah, I can see that..." Stiles purred satisfied and so very eager to leave more of his marks on his mate so at least they could admire them for one night before the healing would kick in again.

As Stiles moved further up with his lips, he evilly pressed a thumb into the already bruising hickey to bring back that slight pain for Derek, just when his lips found the heavy balls to suckle and kiss them, the softly shimmering amber irises watching each reaction like a hawk.

He was going to drive Derek crazy before he'd impale him on his cock for a rough ride to give him the full on human experience of physical love.

There was the skill to not let certain injuries heal for a while, and Derek has been practicing with it. Unfortunately, he couldn't focus yet on the minor injuries, those were so barely there that they'd heal before he had the concentration. He knew, if he practiced enough, he was going to master it but for now, these lunar eclipses were going to help them. Seeing that look in Stiles' eyes as he looked at the hickey on the tanned thigh, he knew they were going to have lots of fun with those.

Pleasure and pain sparked into one, the thumb pushing against the bruise while the hot mouth focused on his balls. It was electric, to feel the bruise push against the pain receptors, to not feel the deep pain of lethal injuries only but to get to experience such simple ones, the stings of the insignificant. His hand reached out to slide his fingers into the thick hair.

"Harder. I want to feel what you feel so I can always cherish this moment when I do it to you." Stiles loved pain, Derek was reluctant to go all the way with that, this would actually help them both. "Do to me what you want me to do to you so I can understand. I want to give you everything."

Stiles looked up at Derek from those words, melting a bit more on the inside. "Did I tell you recently that you're the best mate?" he grinned and pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive skin of where thigh meets groin. "Because you are. Thinking of me and my needs even now..." Stiles murmured, a wave of his deep love rushing through the bonds, knowing that Derek would feel it even as a human, and he began sucking up another hickey right there.

He knew Derek would feel that each time he moved until his healing kicked in again. Then Stiles moved up on the inviting body, pressing his own aching erection against Derek's, his hips moving slowly to give them both some nice exciting friction as his lips found the other's.

Of course he'd always think about Stiles when they were having sex, it took two of them to enjoy what they were doing after all. But he took the offered love gladly, their bond hadn't changed since he was, technically, still werewolf, even without his powers. His blood wasn't going to magically change into a human blood type for example.

Stiles’ kiss was deep and passionate, adding some teeth to it too to bruise the bottom lip then he was back working on Derek's neck and throat, leaving marks after marks there. Some bigger, some smaller, but each filling his man with the wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain.

Derek hummed pleased, which turned into a moan when Stiles attacked his neck with a ferociousness, while his bottom lip tingled pleasantly. It felt swollen because of the biting and sucking, reverently he touched it with his fingers.

It felt so good! It wasn't... pain as in the pain Derek knew. It was so different, making his breathing hitch as he gladly angled his head to give more room for Stiles. "Who's the werewolf now?" he whispered, giving his hips a filthy roll so their erections rubbed together.

Derek tugged at the hair so he could eagerly kiss Stiles, getting with the idea of doing this rough, his blunt human fingers raking across Stiles' back for some incentive. They left red long stripes.

Stiles growled into the kiss. After all he was called a werewolf, right? And also there was the matter of enjoying what Derek was doing to him. He loved when he scratched back and didn't even mind if they got a bit bloody from those or the bites.

The growl was... cute. It wasn't very wolf-like and Derek snorted into the kiss amused at the try. It wasn't hot and yet it still got to him because it was so Stiles-like, and everything his mate did get to him one way or the other. "Eat all of me, alpha," Derek moaned, getting with the program of role reversal, feeling incredibly kinky for acknowledging somebody else as alpha.

Stiles kissed him back just as hungrily and hard, his own hips meeting the dirty rolls of the other man's then he came up for air, breaking the kiss.

"I'm gonna eat you all up, little human..." he grinned and right away went down to kiss and lick and bite across Derek's chest, paying attention to the nipples there. He pinched one with his fingers, rolling and pulling on it while he sucked and bit the other, knowing that Derek liked that since they were sensitive. And Stiles was curious if being human made them even more sensitive.

The hairy chest heaved when his nipples got attention, the rolling of the hard nubs causing that wave of heat all the way down from his stomach to his groin. It made Derek squirm as his erection leaked, nearly biting on his lip to stifle the sounds only to remember he didn't need to, there was no child to worry about. So he moaned and nearly ripped some hair out of Stiles' scalp in his eagerness to get more of the same treatment.

Stiles groaned from both the words and the hair pulling but when the latter got a bit too enthusiastic, he freed his poor locks and pinned Derek's hands down by the wrists.

"Careful with the hair. I work hard on keeping it looking good," he winked at the other man and switched the nipples, biting the one he's been rubbing until then. Hard. As a warning for Derek to behave. "Or else I might have to tie you out in the bedroom..." He let that just hang in the air as he soothed the pain with circling the tortured nipple with his tongue.

The bite wasn't as much a warning as it was something Derek loved, making him hiss. Though he did agree that Stiles was making the longer hair look good and Derek preferred it to the close shaved look, because there was nothing to hold onto then.

The temptation of being tied up and not being able to get free, it was considered but this was their first time together like this, the ropes could wait. "I like your hair on your head too much to pull it out." His wrists were still held as Stiles focused on the nipple, so he went back to squirming.

"God, Stiles..." The muscles of his pecs flexed as well as the muscles of his stomach because he was getting hot and bothered.

"Yeah, good. Then will you be a good boy and not tear it out if I let your hands go?" he asked with a grin then finally kissed lower on the squirming chest, sucking on a patch of skin just at the top of Derek's stomach. He loved to feel the muscles jump underneath as his teeth worried the captured skin, sucking blood up to its surface to create another deep bruise.

And boy, was he running out of patience fast tonight. Maybe because he wanted to give and show as much to Derek as he could in their limited time.

Derek loved the impatience, so he wasn't complaining, instead he watched the way his skin was bruised on his chest, rapidly creating a dime-sized bruise. "Depends… Are you going to fuck me so I don't have to tug at your hair?"

Taking his own leg by the back of his knee, Derek pulled it up to his chest to open himself up in invitation. "I'm all tight but for once you can fuck me sloppy without it healing right back up." One of his fingers flicked at his own nipple to be the picture of seduction.

"Oh you're gonna tug at everything on me once I get to fuck you hard," Stiles purred confident, his irises glowing a bit brighter from the seductive picture in front of him and he bit again – this time on the more sensitive skin of the lower stomach.

"You're gonna be loud and needy and scream my name for sure..." he teased before his tongue finally licked along the flushed cock, lapping up the pre-cum at the tip before he pulled the foreskin down with his fingers and gently blew some air onto the slit. "You want that, Derek?" he asked with an evil glint in his eyes and poked the tip of his tongue out to gently and slowly stimulate the slit and the surrounding area.

"Yes, yes, shit, yes!" Oh god, he already wanted to grab at anything with the way Stiles teased his cock. The air blowing, the tip of the tongue getting to his slit so more slick would bubble up and be licked away immediately. Stiles knew well how to handle an uncut dick, since he had one of his own, which made blowjobs with him mind-blowing, pun intended.

There was no control at all, no holding back on what his body wanted. Humans didn't have that link to their bodies. Derek was more sensitive as a werewolf but also way more in control so it made for a whole different experience. He squirmed and wanted to throw a pillow at Stiles' head for teasing him like this though at the same time beg for more. The erection twitched in the hold, and a pathetic needy sound ripped from Derek's throat.

"Oh you're getting there nicely..." Stiles murmured more to himself, licking his own lips then collected some saliva to let it dribble down onto the tip, his hand working it down with practiced ease along the thick shaft. By then he intimately knew every inch of his mate's cock with all the sex they had had and was just as mesmerized by it like during their first time on the backseat of the Camaro.

Stiles was itching to taste it again since he loved sucking on his mate so damn much, so without any further ado, he sucked the first third of the tasty member into his mouth. He was good at giving head and he took pride in it, each time giving his all to pleasure his man and it wasn't any different right now either.

Derek's head fell back against the pillow of the couch when the wet and hot mouth took him in. A strangled moan escaping his mouth as he fought the desire to get his fingers back into the strands of hair. Instead he rested the soles of his feet on Stiles' back as he held onto the fabric of the couch with his digits. He wanted to hold his mate's head and go deeper down that throat, fuck his mouth.

Digging his elbows into the plush, he pushed up, trying to get deeper, not sure if he wanted to watch or not. Watching meant he wouldn't hold out as long and he was certain as human he wouldn't last long anyways. "You're so good at this," he babbled.

"I love sucking and playing with your cock so of course I am..." Stiles chuckled low as an explanation, his hand lazily pumping said body part. "You can fuck up into my mouth if you want," he added before sucking it right back into his wet mouth, letting it slide deeper, his hands now caressing and lightly scratching the thighs.

Then he moved around a bit, leaning on a forearm to collect some of the excess saliva on two of his fingers. He moved them to Derek's crack, of course, to teasingly rub the wrinkled opening in time with hollowing his cheeks for Derek each time he was moving his mouth up with a sucking motion.

That didn't need to be said twice, when given permission, Derek was eager to fuck up, get his hips moving, anything besides laying there and taking it. The rhythm faltered when two spit-slicked fingers tickled at his hole, not penetrating, only rubbing the spit into the dry skin. But it was a promise and one his body recognized so well.

It wasn't going to take long like this for him to come, if anything, at this rate he might blow his load the moment the fingers would be inside him. Wow, he certainly didn't last long as human if he was already so close now. The entrance slightly relaxed with all the petting, stopped clenching up tightly because Derek's body was all in.

Stiles was enjoying this just as much, but he could also feel how fast Derek was getting there, so he let the cock slip out of his mouth with a wet popping sound, flopping it back on Derek's tummy.

"I see someone's enjoying himself..." he grinned evilly and slid his hands to the back of Derek's thighs, placing one leg on the back of the couch, the other staying on his shoulder as Stiles slid lower to the exposed hole. "Then you'll love this even more..." And with that he licked along the hole with his flattened tongue over and over, lapping up the musky taste then circling and jabbing at it, pushing in a bit more each time.

"I don't have much control," Derek complained for getting so excited so easily, as if it was Stiles' fault that the Hale's dick was ready to spurt at the first wet heat surrounding it. At least his mate knew his body so well that he knew exactly when Derek was getting there to stave it off for a moment longer.

His hole twitched when there was warm breath caressing it, Stiles being so close to it, it made the other moan. The wet muscle prodding at the furrowed opening to be let in, it shouldn't be so hot, but it was. It felt warm and wet, the tongue wetting the skin around it with spit before pushing in again, getting him ready for the main event. No lube, Derek didn't want it anyways, they were going to do this as Stiles wanted it done to him and he often was too impatient for the thorough lubing.

His leg remained on the couch's back, toes curling, his erection giving a twitch from where it was curled on his stomach. Reaching down, Derek pulled his balls to the side so he could watch it more, the way his mate's nose pressed against his skin as he pushed his tongue in all the way.

Stiles' senses were bombarded by all that was Derek. His musky scent, heat and taste, clouding his mind further. His eyes were two amber pools of lust as he watched the balls being pulled to the side, his tongue buried deep as he began circling it, pushing against the tight hot walls. His eyes were on Derek's pleasure-filled face as he continued his sensual tonguing and licking, using his mouth to suckle on the rim too, making filthy wet noises and quiet content sounds of his own too.

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