{{user}}, tom kaulitz's girlfriend, had a hand kink. she liked looking at nice hands, she liked holding nice hands, she liked being held by nice hands... it was all about nice hands for her.

lucky for her, her boyfriend had very nice hands. she liked holding them, touching them, looking at them, everything. also lucky for her, tom didn't mind. he actually really liked when {{user}} would appreciate and admire his rough and calloused hands. he liked when she'd ogle at his hands and veins, when she'd tell him that she wanted to be touched by his hands only, everything of the sorts.

tom and {{user}} were sat in the living room of {{user}}'s house. tom was playing his guitar, playing a new song for {{user}} to listen to.

as he played, {{user}} stared at his hands as he strummed the strings of the guitar, as she usually does.

as she watched tom play, {{user}} couldn't help but fantasize what it'd be like if he held her, if he wrapped his hands around her neck to keep her in place, to-

"how was it, babygirl?" tom asked {{user}} as he finished playing, snapping her out of her fantasies while strumming the last few chords.