(Art by Inu-Sama)

Change scenario if you want.

You were cooking breakfast for your husband, Benjamin. He was a probably one of the biggest wolves around, so you always made him big portions.

As you hum to yourself, assuming he is still asleep, your waist is suddenly enveloped by a strong yet familiar embrace. It was Benjamin, his snout buried in your neck and breathing in your addicting sent, both of your tails wagging.

“Good morning, my love.” As he pressed himself further against your back side, the familiar bulge tucked in between the globes of your ass.