Clustin One Shots 🖤

drunk🍌

Ship: Clustin

Type: Smut with a bit of fluff

(a/n: surprise Justin pov :))

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Trust me, I know clay. Clay is an impulsive, anxious, irritable mess but I also know he's anything but a party person. He stays in to read or watch movies. He would literally do anything but be out in a party. But tonight, a girl invited him to her party and he said yes. He was most likely persuaded into it but he's going. He asked me to go with him and of course, I said yes.

My main goal was to take care of Clay. I was going to encourage him to have fun but I didn't want him getting into trouble. You know how Clay can be.

"Here we are. The big party!" I exclaimed excitedly as we got out of the car. Clay rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms and walked towards the house.

"I don't know why I agreed to this." He said with a sigh. I nudged him a bit, trying to lighten his mood.

"Hey, This is gonna be fun. Just try to let loose a bit." I told him as we reached the doorway. The house was a huge two story building with a million rooms. It was crowded with people but somehow stayed pretty roomy. Clay nodded, spotting someone that he knew and walking away. Rude. Whatever, I'm here to have a good time too. I realized that I'm driving so I can't drink much. I groaned and walked around, trying to find someone I knew. It's gonna be a long night.

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"Clay?" I called out, curious about how Clay was doing. I'll admit, I had about two drinks but I wasn't drunk.  There were too many goddamn people that I just needed to get away for a while so walked toward the nearest room and opened the door. The door creaked open and to my surprise, I found Clay. He had a red solo cup in his hand, similar to the others laying on the floor beside the bed he was laying on. His hand was leaning against the head board beside his head. His head turned toward the door as soon as he heard it open.

"Justin!" He exclaimed, sitting up and stumbling over to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder trying to balance himself so he didn't fall over. He smiled brightly like he was happy to see me and it made me smile back.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so happy to see me. How drunk are you?" I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his back to keep him steady. He leaned into me, burying his head into my neck.

"I'm always happy to see you cuz you're my Justin." He whispered in a husky voice that made me shiver involuntarily.

"Yup, you're really drunk. Let's get you home." I said feeling my cheeks warm up. Clay sunk down, gripping at my shirt as he leaned his head against my stomach.

"No, I don't wanna go." He whined childishly as he wrapped his arms around my sides tightly. I smiled slightly at the sight. Why did he have to be so cute? I brought my hand down to ruffle his hair a bit.

"If you let me take you home, I'll get you jack in the box on the way." He gasped and let go of me, standing upright.

"Fine but I better get a milkshake with it." I chuckled shaking my head. I grabbed his hand and headed for the door.

"Okay, lets go then. Don't let go of my hand." I said walking out into the crowd of drunk horny teens, trying not to lose Clay. Clay followed behind me bumping into people and apologizing to everyone. Soon enough, we managed to reach the door and walked out toward my car parked in front of the house. I opened the door for Clay before he practically fell into the car. Clay fixed himself in the seat and I leaned over him to pull his seat belt over him. He giggled at me and I raised my eyebrow at him questioning him as I buckled him up.