Hi!!! Ryan from Yellowstone smut? Maybe she’s a younger environmental student Interning on the ranch, like 26 or something. Ryan gets a lot of crap about it but he loves her?? I love your work!
Old Dogs
Ryan x Reader
Warning: SMUT!, language, Ryan
She’s too young for him.
She’s just here for a few months.
She’s probably using him for cowboy clout.
Let ’em talk.
Because Ryan? He made it very, very clear that he didn’t give a damn.
And right now, his mouth was saying a hell of a lot more than words.
Your back was pressed against the rough wood of the barn wall, skirt shoved up around your waist, his calloused hands gripping your thighs like he’d earned the right to do it for life. He had. And he was showing you exactly why.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” Ryan growled, voice low and ragged as he drove into you again. “They can laugh. They can talk. But you—”
Another deep thrust, and your head tipped back with a gasp.
“—you moan for me like that and they all know who you belong to.”
His words made your walls tighten around him, and he groaned into your neck, biting just below your ear. You were soaked, completely at his mercy, fingers digging into the strong line of his shoulders as he moved inside you like he was never going to stop.
And honestly? You didn’t want him to.
“F-Fuck, Ry—someone might see—”
“They have seen,” he said with a dark grin. “And they’ll see again. Let ’em know how good I fuck you.”
He dropped to his knees then, almost reverently, pulling out and kissing your inner thighs like worship before licking you with slow, dirty purpose. His tongue moved in lazy circles over your clit, fingers curling inside you as your body bucked forward, moaning his name so loud you knew someone had to hear it. Maybe Colby. Maybe Teeter. Maybe Rip himself.
Didn’t matter.
Because when Ryan stood back up, lifting you like nothing, and pushed into you again with that rough grip and tender heart, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on for dear life.
“Always gonna take care of you, baby,” he whispered against your lips. “I don’t care how young you are. I don’t care what they say. You’re the best damn thing to walk onto this ranch, and I’ll burn the whole place down before I let you walk off it.”
Your climax hit you like a lightning strike—his hips never faltering, his voice all tangled in praise as he followed, burying himself deep with a groan that echoed through the empty barn.
Later, when you stumbled out together—your lips swollen, your hair a mess, and Ryan’s smug cowboy hat pulled low to hide the fact he’d definitely left a hickey on your collarbone—you were met with a slow clap from Teeter.
“Well damn, college girl,” she snorted. “Didn’t know Ryan had it in him.”
You just smiled and grabbed his hand.
“Oh,” you said sweetly. “He’s got plenty in him.”
Ryan grinned. “And now she knows it.”
