PORCELAIN

Harry Zayn Malik is a merely nineteen year old boy living with Kim Zayn Malik a twenty five year old douchbag. It all started when harry was zayn's betrothed and his paternal grandparents wanted to get rid of him immediately after his mother's sudden disappearance. Harry was only nine years old when he was presented to zayn. Harry wasn't supposed to lose himself, he was supposed to be, needed to be loyal to his future husband but his heart, his damn heart decided to beat faster for someone else and that's when his life of misery started to pour some more misery on him...

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Zayn's grandma put her middle finger underneath harry's chin, making the terrified boy face her "I cannot believe my pathetic husband was pathetic enough to buy a lower standard boy for his own grandson" donna retrieved her finger and cleaned up with a silk cloth, and motioned harry to stand up as he was kneeling down in front of her "Zayn~" donna called for her almost fifteen year old grandson (who behaves like an obnoxious adult) who was just leaning on the door frame watching them from away "Do you like this boy?~" donna slightly turned her head to look at zayn who didn't said anything just watched the boy who looked at him with teary eyes "I mean, he doesn't have anything likable~ I will sell him off if you don't want hi~ I WANT HIM" zayn shouted loud and clear, so loud that it ringed through harry's ears "You sure? He is very low~ I said I want him nonna, and I don't like to repeat myself" harry flinched the harsh way the older boy talk, so much arrogance dripping from his voice, harry clenched the side of his white gown and looked down as zayn walked towards them, footsteps sounding heavy "What's your name?" zayn stood right in front of him, towering over as he took a drag of his cigarette, harry's grip tightened and he gulped "I asked what's your name doll??" harry batted his lashed tears furiously dropped from his eyes, Zayn sighed and kneeled down in front of him "Ha~harry~~" the boy sniffed rubbing his eyes, wiping the tears away from his face "Well harreh, you will be staying with me from now on, are you okay with that?" zayn flicked the cigarette on the wooden floor which their maid instantly picked up, then he cupped harry's small face into his cold hands, making harry screwed shut his eyes "I can find better dolls for you to play with" donna said and rolled her eyes at harry, his grandparents are long gone after taking the money as their agreement promised "He is a porcelain doll nonna can't you see? So fragile, so tiny, so beautiful, he might break in my hands, such an angel" zayn whispered in his raspy voice, harry gathered some courage and looked up into zayn's eyes, zayn was already looking at him, harry slightly startled, zayn's one eyes is completely red, it glowed and it staring right at harry's soul "You choose to keep him zayn, now he is your responsibility~" donna snapped her fingers and some maids came up to her running "Make a room for this~" donna motion with her hand annoyed and got up from her lavish arm chair "My room, he will stay at my room, i can't afford him get broken~ by someone else" zayn said those last words so quietly that harry did couldn't even hear him, he brought harry's face closer to him "Let's give you bath hmm" zayn said with a nod and rubbed his nose with harry's not even caring for a response...

Harry is eleven years old, looking around zayn's big library "Sir~" he asked amused, pulling a book out with his finger "Yes doll~" zayn replied busy with a book that he keeps going through the same page over and over again "You have such a odd collection of books" he said with his narrowed eyes, looking at the book with horrific demonic cover "Odd?" zayn's voice sounded painful, harry looked at zayn pressed his lips together "I am sorry, i didn't mean~ Come here" harry gulped and looked down, zayn turned to him and smiled leaned back at the sofa watching harry slowly taking steps towards him "Are you scared by those?" zayn asked pointes at the book and harry looked down at his hand and furiously shook his head "Sit~" zayn said softly, holding his hand out for harry, harry took his with a slight bow and zayn made him sit next to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulder "Then why are you finding them odd doll?" zayn asked and harry looked up curiously at him, looking for any sign of anger "It's just, people from the guard section say, people who have these kinds of books in their possession are~ Are demonic????" zayn finished his sentence and harry nodded absent mindedly looking at the pages from the book in zayn's hand "Do you believe them?" zayn squeezed his bi-ceps and harry leaned into his warm touch "I don't know, but u always heard about them, they scare me at night" zayn nodded and slammed shut the book with in one hand causing harry to flinch and jerk back with his widened eyes "Nobody can scare you at night, you are safe with me, my doll" zayn sat the book down and held harry's chin, harry looked at him with shinny hopeful eyes "But if they come at night to take me away with them to the hell" he asked zayn softly smiled put his face closer to his doll "No-one will take you away from me doll, I will always protect you if anyone ever dares to scare you" harry smiled brightly, and threw his arms around zayn hugging him, zayn hugged him back patting his head 'But what if someday i became the demon that you will be most scared of' ??

When harry turned thirteen, zayn was already eighteen, and the problem started to flare up. Zayn's desires (almost all kinds of) started to show up more and more and the distance between them unfortunately becoming smaller "Doll~~" zayn ran his finger down harry's cheeks softly, mesmerized how the sunlight hitting his pale white skin making his pink cheeks glow more, harry laid on his back, lips slightly parted looking out of the window the birds are chirping away as they fly to their home, zayn slowly moved his finger harry's lips, curving the outlines with his finger tip "So pretty~" zayn let out a shaky whimper, when harry licked his upper lips and his saliva made it immediately glossy "Such a pretty doll~~" harry heard and felt those simple touches so intensely, zayn watched harry's chest fall up and down with more pace now "My precious baby doll~~~" when zayn slid his finger into harry's mouth, harry was quick to lick it making zayn's breath hitched "You will look more good, all ruined underneath me" zayn whispered nibbling harry's earlobs, his breath caught in his throat, feeling the warm breath sending chills down through his spine "Sir~ No zayn, you are going to call me zayn, I told you before, you are gonna call me zayn, your zayn" it was battle to control his urges, the omega laying so sinfully beside him haven't even got his proper heat yet "Doll, i want to ruin you so bad, I want you to lay beneath me all sweaty and breathless, I want my cum to drip down from your hole to your thighs~" harry gasped, zayn put his finger more deep in his mouth, holding his chin in place "Suck on it my doll~~~" zayn breathed hard when harry looked into his eyes, the slik sheet just over their torso slightly hiding the newly made fern on both sides of harry's hips, which zayn gladly did with his own hands. The omega looked so pretty, the prettiest porcelain doll zayn has ever seen, harry sucked zayn's middle finger with tiny little stocks, occasionally looking at zayn then focusing his eyes on the figure "I wonder doll, how pretty you will look with your mouth full with my cock, I will cum down your throat whenever i want, you will swallow all of my load like a good boy" zayn didn't expect harry will be nodding so furiously while making eyes contact. Zayn's eye went pitch black, he grabbed his jaw harshly forcing harry's mouth to gap open "Za~~~y~~~" harry tried to speak as the sudden demeanor change in zayn made him terrified "When you are going to hit your first heat, I will knot you in every three hours, i won't let you be empty, you will always have my cock inside you, you will always be filled up, you will be so full with my cum all the time~ Z~~a~~y~~n~~~~" harry choked out and zayn came back to his senses, his hand tightly wrapped around harry's throat, harry's eyes almost rolled up, tears rolling down from the corner of his eyes "D~oll" zayn voice died in his throat, he left harry's throat and started kiss all over it, harry cough gasping for air, zayn caress his hair mumbling apologize and sweet words repeatedly, rolling him over on himself, rocking their bodies together to calm both of them down...

"Doll?" zayn called for his fifteen year old finance as he is going through some papers "HARREH?" he shouted loudly enough to boom through the room, normally he gets a response in one second, zayn threw the papers on the bed, he tightened his jaw and gritted his teeth as he started to breath heavily "HAR~ zayn, sorry i was~" zayn stared at him as harry was all covered in mud panting as it seems like he ran over here, harry tried to wipe away his curls that was keeping falling over his face "What were you doing?" zayn asked astonished and reached for harry's forehead to push away those mud smeared curls "I~ I was making some clay pots" harry replied still bothered by his hairs, zayn put his hands on harry's waist and pulled him making harry crashed into his chest "You were outside looked like this, covering with mud in places where nothing should ever touch you?" harry stared at him not knowing what to answer him, he just looked into zayn's lustful eyes, harry's left side of face to his neck, to his neck to his throat, to his throat to down on his v line, zayn eyes hover over the half dried mud , harry gulped feeling zayn pushing into him "It was annoying the clay, and it was warm outside and~" he sucked on his breath as he felt zayn's lips on his neck "Zayn~~~ i am dirty~ I will make you dirtier" zayn pushed him on the door, his hands press over his hips, zayn's eyes bore into him and harry looked away feeling his cheeks burning from the heat thats pooling inside him, harry hold the front of zayn's long coat, zayn kissed all over harry's neck to throat "You look so scandalous with these mud all over you" zayn's hand slid down into harry's pants, harry's hand flying over zayn's shoulder clenching onto him, already become unbearable to stood still with a sensation of zayn palming him "Next time tell me when you want play with clay, I will play with you too, I will wet my hand into those clay poodle and i will wrap my hand around your cock and jerk you off" harry always fear these words, the way zayn's voice become so eerie eye so dark that harry feels he can get sucked into the void if he looked for too long into them "Oh sir~" harry cried out as zayn bit on the front of his throat, rubbing his thumb over his slit rubbing the precum over his cock head "Yes my doll, my precious doll~" zayn kissed on his jaw, he knows the power he holds over this poor boy, he knows he is doing him wrong, he knows he needed to wait, he needed to wait for him to bloom but yet he can't help it "Next time when you will make those pots, i will be with you, you will sit naked in front of me, I will let my muddy hands roam all over your curves, I will draw out your rib bones, your spine, your coller bones, then I will rub your inner thighs, you will lean your back against me, maybe~ maybe I will slid my fingers a little up to your hol~ ZAYNNN~~~" harry screamed as he jerked forward, zayn hold him tightly from his waist as harry's legs gave up "Good boy, you are such a good boy, my doll, my good baby doll" zayn still worked his hands, milking him completely empty, harry breath heavily, leaning his head lazily on his chest, Zayn pull out his hand and bring him to his mouth, harry looked up at him watched him lazily, he put his fingers into his mouth sucking harry's cum, harry gasp at the view, his prince doing such perverted thing "You taste so good, so sweet" zayn licked his lips clean and looked down into harry's horrified eyes "I will clean you up and then we will go for a walk to pick some flowers for your new base" zayn announced and harry obeys with a nod, zayn put his index finger underneath his chin and tilted back his head just so he can devour those plump baby pink lips...

Namjoon is a younger cousin of zayn, older son of Ji-Cheul and Rang, Ji-Cheul is the youngest son of former king In-su and queen miranda, namjoon was away to finish his studies aboard and now back to personally assists his hyung after Zayn took his alpha~alpha position because gong had to take care of their kingdom side by side with queen miranda after kim in-su's mysteriously fell ill "You are my hyeongsu-nim??" namjoon let out a loud hearty laughter, sitting on the couch spreading his leg "You are so young to be my hyeongsu-nim" harry leaned on the edge of the piano arms crossed over his chest "It's been eight months and you still can't accept it without laughing at me" after years of whatever they were doing, zayn and harry finally got engaged publicly, harry rolled his eyes and namjoon laughed more harry gasped with his mouth gaped, squinting his eyes in anger "Okay~okay~~ if~if ahem" namjoon cleared his throat trying to stop himself from laughing at him more "Fuck you~" harry stomped and glared at namjoon before turning back on his heels "Hey~hey~" namjoon hurriedly got up and launched himself towards harry to grab his wrist and stop him "I was just joking but I won't be calling nim even after the marriage, so don't come at me all glaring like a kitten" harry turned around slapping away his hand and gave him challenging look their chest pressed against each other so close and neither of them seems to be bother about it "For your information, i was choosen for your hyungi and moreover he chosen me himself okay?" he scoffed flipping his hair and namjoon grabbed his both hands earning a gasp from harry and pinned them on the wall behind him "He shouldn't have, he is such a scumbag, he spent away his ruts in the brothel just because you didn't get your heat" harry swallowed thickly, and looked down away from namjoon and the truth "Refuse him, when he comes to you, refuse him on your heat ceremony, refuse him angel" harry eyes shot up at him, namjoon squeezed his hands, locking their fingers together, namjoon leaned to him eyes fixed on harry's parted lips "It's midnight, come to the room" harry pushed namjoon away from him and snapped his head towards the doorway, zayn stood their eyes fix to harry and hand ball in a fist "Zayn~ Come~" zayn extended his hand and harry ran to take the hand without even giving it a second thought, but he did look at namjoon helplessly "Have a good night namjoona" zayn said still eyes on harry, zayn slightly bend down hand roam to harry's thighs and he picked up as harry let out a yelp "Good night as well zayn hyung" namjoon said with a smirk still standing in the darkness just moonlight shinning on all three of them...

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"Ahh~~za~zayn~~~~" harry whimpered breathlessly holding onto zayn with his dear life as zayn buries himself deeper into him with him each and every rhythmic thrust "You are such a fucking brat, i told you so many times not to roam around namjoon, but you fucking never listens" he hisses through his gritted teeth, not caring about Harry's crys, busy biting on his neck leaving his marks all over his body "I~ was~just~" he tried to say something again but just like for the past ten minutes zayn's thrust turns vigorous everytime he tries to speak his cheap excuses "You just what harreh? Wanted to get railed by him huh? My dick doesn't fulfill your hunger anymore? My cum doesn't fill up your womb ??" so fucking filthy, harry hates how filthy this man is towards him, harry hates how unfair this man is towards him, harry hates how this man take advantage of his position, harry hates how weak he is infront of this man, harry hates how he absolutely can not leave this man, harry hates who he can't protect himself from this man, harry hates how helpless this man makes him feel, harry hates this man, harry hate this man because he loves him so much, harry hates this man because he makes harry hate himself, he hates this man who was supposed to protect him who promised to protect him is causing him the harm...

"ALPHA,ALPHA, A~~LPHA~~~~~" harry chanted the name which makes zayn more animalistic, his grip tightened on zayn's pink hair, as his neglected cock started to spill with the fraction of their abdomen rubbing together "Yes, cum for me doll, only for me, your husband cum for your husband" zayn said repeatedly into harry's ears, harry wrapped his legs and clinged onto him "I will knot you in your next heat, then you don't get to whore around namjoon anymore, you just wait" harry's brain went blank just to hearing this, zayn is so deep inside him, it's like he is uncovering new corner of harry's body that he himself doesn't even knew about himself "You hearing the sound my cock is making while slamming into you?" zayn stared at him fingers entangled with harry's hair, placing kiss on his jaw, and harry panted panted hard but still taking his alpha so well "You are pooling in slick baby doll, you are always so aroused for me, why would i go to some prostitutes when i have a omega like you" harry gulped down, he listened to this thousands of time since last three years of that incident and no zayn doesn't go to anyone at all anymore, he puts his every bit of lust, frustration, love, anger everything, every night, every morning, every bit of time he get he pour himself all in harry "Zayn~ i can't an~anymore" his legs started to shake but the speed of zayn's thrust didn't slow down a bit "Za~ Hold on, I am so close, you can hold on for a bit right? You will let me cum in you right" same like every night for the last three years, zayn asks for reassurance and harry holds him tightly to his chest patting his head nodding while zayn finally finishes inside him...

It's the same as every night zayn lays down on his bed harry laying his head on his chest, snoring softly, holding zayn's arms tightly to his chest. Zayn never sleeps, he hardly sleeps even in the morning always so scared if namjoon takes away his harry from him. And for harry he wakes up after a bit and turns towards zayn, he pulls him on his chest and zayn listens to his heartbeat until he finds some kind of comfort then after a while harry's they hear someone playing flute, from right under their balcony and zayn knows it's that fucking namjoon and blood rushes through his brain, he becomes the demon harry used to be most scared of...

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Zayn went to stretch his arms only to find harry is clinging onto him, he grunted and slightly turned to him, his chest pressed against harry's back "Good morning my doll~" harry groaned and shook his head, and buries his face into the pillow "I have to go to the chancery, baba will be home today, have to go and sort out somethings there" not that zayn cares and not that zayn's baba cares about him at all "Let duke namjoon go ~" he hugged his arms even more, zayn wrapped his other hand over his waist and sink his face into harry's neck "I think i have go to our neighborhood kingdom" zayn mumbled and harry nodded his head, it's not new zayn always go to those business trips with his one of his hands gigi "When are you going to come back?" he asked softly, zayn yank the cover off of harry, and started to caress his hip bones "Never, wouldn't it be so great if i never come back?" harry froze and opened his eyes, staring at the ash coloured wall, and zayn enjoyed this so much, mentally torturing harry, forcing him to stay with him for the sake of his life "You and namjoon will be happy then" and as zayn wanted, harry turned around and buried his face into zayn's chest, rubbing his runny nose indicating he is already a crying mess "Why? If I die there, it will be so easy, you don't have to deal with my dead body, nor do you have to be known as my widow" but what zayn doesn't like his how harry's breath started to gets uneven, how his throat is blocking, his chest cutting off the oxygen and he gasping loudly to get some air into his chest "I love you~" it's like a ribbon that zayn puts after giving harry anxiety with gift wrapping "I can't~ Sush it's okay, I am here, i didn't go yet" he kisses the top of his head, caress his back, and his lips tug in smile as a victory smile obviously........

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Yeon's entire outfit drenches in blood as gong keeps stomping on the heads of those who dared to look at his husband's way "So~ annoying, so fucking annoying" yeon tried to pull him back, he already done the job, there is no reason to get his boot messy, gong grunted and looked at his husband and cupped his face "They were the ones who keeps sending you those letters weren't they?" he asked, yeon nodded sighing, yeon is actually the prettiest fox that this kingdom ever seen, and when he was presented at the harem for former king in-su gong's father actually, he was immediate to reserved yeon for himself and later married him in front of their people "You are the crown prince gong, you can't lose your temper like this" yeon dragged him and motion the guards to clean up the mess, these three who is lying headless and lifeless on the ground are moles from other kingdom and they dare to look at the king's consort lowly 'We heard your consort was a selection for your harem and for your abeoji, the king, would it be so bad if we get the taste of him' those words booming through gong's mind over and over again...

"The crown prince lost his cool over such a small thing" in-su said laying on his bed in his bed chamber "Such a small thing? They were insulting our head consort, his husband are you completely out of your mind?" hong-jo the eldest daughter of miranda and in-su said, she was supposed to to be the head of the monarchy but gave it up for gong because of his popularity throughout the kingdom "He is always will be lower standard, oh god prostitute that's what he was" miranda slammed her hand on the side on the mattress and got up gracefully "You are really sour that you couldn't get him don't you, in-su don't say something that will cause you son to finally end your life, being paralyze from the hips should have been enough for you" she run her eyes over her husband and motioned hong-jo to come with her "You~ you all just want to kill me, you fucking basterds, if i wouldn't be there for you donna, you will become a mere sex worker for the rest of your life" hong-jo turned around but miranda grabbed her wrist "You won't be here for long in-su, so don't make it more hard for yourself" she turned on her heels and dragged he daughter out of the room not caring about the curses her husband is spitting....

"Alpha would you like some crepes?" one of the servers said to zayn as he sat on their eating table "No he won't, i can serve him thank you" harry dismissed him before zayn can answer and started to pour him juice "I could be craving some crepes right now, why did you say no?" zayn asked leaning to harry's ears who looked very annoyed serving him in a rush "I don't like how irritating that boy is, always asking you questions" zayn grew a amused smile realising harry might be feeling jealous "Gosh you two stop whispering" rang said, teasing them as harry felt shy and looked down, but zayn is brave enough to pull his seat closer and pressed his lips on the side of harry's head "Get married already, you two have been engaged for almost three years now" andrea who is queen's personal assistant said smiling at both of them "I told you, i married him a long time ago, before even our publicly arranged engagement" and no one take zayn's marriage seriously, god knows what in the name of doll house marriage they did "And i am telling you again marry him publicly, give him your name alpha zayn" harry bit his lower lips and shifted a little closer to zayn, Zayn tucked harry's freely blowing curls behind his ears "He already has my name lady andrea, he doesn't need to stand inside the church and get millions of peoples blessings to be mine, he is already mine" zayn pressed his hand on the side harry's cheeks, and harry looked at shaking his head slightly "Are you afraid hyungi? Afraid to publicly announce him as your husband??" namjoon asked buttering his toast and slight smirk on his lips looking at prince gong to say something "Is this what you have been saying to my doll??" zayn accused turning to namjoon with fuming eyes "I don't have to say anything hyungi, he knows everything he can see you and that young man what's his name~~~~ Louis yes god, louis, your doll can see it all himself~" harry started to get uncomfortable and gripped the spoon tightly "Namjoon~" seokjin namjoon's fiance said trying to sush him and looked at harry apologetically "Namjoon is right, you can't keep getting away with this zayn, you are just using him for your own pleasure, you might have been already put him in the harem if we weren't present he~ ALPHA GONG~" zayn slammed his knuckles on the hard surface glaring at his own father "Za~ No doll no~ How dare you disrespect my love?? Who gave you this authority to talk about my doll?~ Authority? I am your father i have every right to talk and this what you are doing, you are keeping him in your bed chember, you mated with him but you are not ready to marry him? These days i am also starting to think that you and him do have something going on~" zayn's focus shifted to harry, harry clenched zayn's pant tightly "Ex~excuse me" harry stood up and bowed his head before running on his toes "Ha~ doll~" zayn also stood up and ran behind him, blood dripping down from his knuckles...

"Gong~ You know i didn't mean any bad words towards harry, but zayn needs to get his shit together" all of them looked at him, because he cursed in front of everyone "Uncle I am dating seokjin only for a year now but i am ready to be settled down, ready to acknowledge him publicly, but zayn hyung he just~ Nam~" rang warned and he nodded, jin looked down ashamed and mad at namjoon's behaviour "I am going to talk to do~ queen about the preparation of your wedding" andrea changed the subject but ranga glare never left namjoon, he will have to give him a piece of mind "You know queen doesn't want him as zayn's consort~" yeon spoke quietly eating his food, he have his own thoughts about harry but he don't want be called a hypocrite "Well zayn does and he made it clear from the day he took him in" andrea said focusing on her food to, seokjin was looking down slightly angry with namjoon "You think he can handle being married to zayn? Namjoon was enough for him to lost the path towards zayn so, all i am saying it's better that they are not married yet zayn should think this through" gong tightened his jaw but nodded his head agreeing with yeon "You know what namjoon did is bec~ Because he doesn't know how to mind his business" seokjin stood up and bow down before leaving the room and namjoon put his spoon down with a slam "Why he keeps~" namjoon sighed and looked away from the table "Hyung~ yeol will be here till the afternoon, then he will go with you and hong" rang let him know clearing his throat, gong and andrea both nodded and they went on to eat their food like nothing happened...