No Less Than Kingly____ Sinbadxafab!Reader

Part 19

You had been kissing and fumbling with each other for a while. The both of you truly were desiring to go even further, but there in Kou was likely to cause to many problems. Both of you knew it would be best to wait until you got back to Sindria.


That didn't stop Sinbad from at least trying to grab you and touch you in new areas. Each time you stopped him, slapping his hand away or stopping the kiss to glare at him. He would pout before kissing you once more.


For the umpteenth time, Sinbad's hand slides too low and he tries to get his hands under your waistband. This time you give him a light slap, sighing and pulling off completely. He looks at you, surprised.


"You should go back to your room. We're done for tonight." you state, running a hand through your hair before swinging yourself out of bed.


"... I can't stay here?" mutters Sinbad.


"Are you going to sleep? Or are you going to continuously try to put your hands down my pants despite how many times I let you know you can't?" you retort, your voice not amused.


"I'll behave." he sighs, sprawling on his back.


"Then you can stay. Just let me get dressed in the bathroom."


"You can get dressed in here..."


"Ha. Yeah right- nice try Sinbad."


"It was worth a shot-"


"I'm not dumb, you perverted old man."


You enter the bathroom and lock the door before he could reply. He hated being called 'old man.' Everyone knew that. Which is why you loved to call him it.


Quickly, you discard the clothes you'd been wearing and change into the soft, comfy night clothes. You fold the clothes you were wearing, checking and fixing your hair in the mirror. When you felt settled, you left the bathroom. Sinbad had his eyes closed and was propped up against the headboard.


What really caught your eye, was the fact that he had removed his top and had removed his belt from his pants. You approach the other side of the bed slowly, glaring at him the entire time it took. As you set as close to the edge as you could, Sinbad's eyes only opened a little, looking at you sidelong. You were still glaring.


"What, I can't be comfortable too?" he asks, sighing before adjusting himself to lay onto the bed. "I really won't do anything to you aside from hold you, (Y/n). I promise that."


"... Liar of the Seven Seas." you grumble.


"(Y/n), I'm serious. I'm tired too, anyway." he sighs, brushing off your insult to one of his many great titles.


"Fine."


You lay down next to him, snuggling against his side. His large, strong arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He nuzzles his face into your hair, taking in the scent of your hair. Instantly you relax, breathing deeper, as you felt more and more tired.


"Goodnight, (Y/n)." he whispers.


"Night night, Sinbad." you yawn.


Quickly you fall asleep.






Unlike most mornings where Sinbad stays the night, you wake up to find yourself still in his arms. It genuinely surprised you, especially since he was still sound asleep. Carefully you sit up, looking around at the light filled room. What time was it?


"Sinbad." you say, shaking the king lightly by the shoulder.


"Hm?" he sounds, not moving or opening his eyes.


"I hope you didn't have any early morning plans..." you say.


His eyes shoot open then, sitting up quickly. With the same speed, he leaves the bed, tossing on his shirt and attaching his belt. He looks around for his shoes before perking as if he forgot something. Jumping back on the bed, he kisses you hard, then returns to looking for his shoes.


You watch in awe as he scurries around. Everything now on, albeit disheveled, Sinbad skids to your door, shooting you a smile and a wave before he leaves. Having just woken up, you don't really comprehend how he was able to do that all that fast.


"It had been a long day with a long night to follow..." you sighed, getting out of bed to get going yourself.


You decided to look for Masrur, hoping he had the time to begin sparring with you. Asking several servants and losing your way a few times, you finally find him with Ama in one of the many courtyards. Deciding not to disturb them, you watch from a pillar that kept you out of the hot sun.


It was amazing how fast Masrur was, especially for his size. He easily matched then outdid Ama, who was smaller and leaner than the red haired Fanalis. Nevertheless, Ama was doing a good job keeping up- you wondered how long Masrur had been training Ama for.


"(Y/n)."


Ja'far approached you with a gentle smile from one of the open entryways. You smile back, turning away from your view of Ama and Masrur and walking to the white haired man. Ja'far looked around and then leaned in close.


"So, Sinbad looked to be in a hurry..." he says, his voice low.


"... I told him to go to his room, but he insisted he'd be a good boy." you answer, a little indignantly.


"(Y/n)-"


"I told him it wouldn't be a good idea, Ja'far. Hopefully he's learned his lesson and won't seek any late night rendezvous. But, like you and I know too well, he'll do what he wants. Don't you dare start holding me responsible."


"Fair enough... Just try to help as best you can, at least, please."


"Of course. Neither of us want any extra complications with or from the king. That's still a mutual goal."


"Glad to hear. So, I doubt you were able to catch breakfast."


"Eh, it's not that big of a deal."


"Well, lunch will be soon. Would you like to accompany me to the dining hall?"


"Sure. Should we tell Ama and Masrur, too?"


"I'm sure they're finishing up. Believe it or not, Masrur doesn't believe in skipping meals."


With that being said, you and Ja'far begin to leave. It's quiet at first, and you didn't mind it. There wasn't always a need to talk, but some people just couldn't push down their inquiries.


"So... how is everything between you and Sinbad?" Ja'far asks, looking at your face for a reaction.


"Good I suppose? Why?" you return.


"I'm just making sure that everything's ok with you and him. If you two are to be in an actually romantic relationship, I want you both to be happy and safe."


"I'm happy and safe. Sinbad seems happy, and I've only hit him when he's being a pervy old man."


"Haha, so a lot?"


"Like five or six times depending on the night."


"Sounds like it would be a drag."


"Oh, it can be, especially when I have to hit him like two or more times in a row. He really likes to press his luck sometimes."


"That king has always pressed his luck, and came out on top. It's refreshing to hear you're keeping him in check even if you two are in love, now."


"Someone's gotta do it. For now it'll be me."


You finally reach the dining hall, Yam just showing up herself. She smiles and waves before walking up to you two. The three of you begin idly chatting about mundane daily things.


The conversation is then disturbed a loud laugh and a crash. You all look at the culprit, and to everyone's dismay, it's Sinbad. His hair's a mess, his shirt's untucked, and he still had the empty wine cup in his hand. Ja'far scurries to him, angry and disappointed seeing as how it wasn't even noon yet.


Today was the day the king would find the other king's limits.