Author's note: Smut. But, not exactly a "hop into bed for a wild romp" round of smut this time – as seen in my Dom/Sub verse with these two. Yes, there are some kinks – such as a blindfold and scarf, but this is being written to give Betty her sense of worth back. Jughead is helping her with her recognizing the difference between rape and sex. (Also, not full sex in this chapter – little bean isn't anywhere near ready for that). So, read with an open mind as it was well established she is a survivor of sexual assault, but this is more about her taking back her voice in the matter. You'll see what I mean, hopefully. Enjoy! Xx (Also, do you any of you have tumblr? If so, I'm thinking about revamping my Riverdale oneshots and would love requests. Just let me know if you have it!)

Betty watched as Sweet Pea and Jughead talked, tones low as they conversed. Since her panic attack a few days ago, it felt like everyone was walking around on eggshells around her and she hated it. She didn't want her fucking freak out to cause that. Sighing, she took another sip of her coffee, letting the hot, bitter liquid warm her. Just then, there was a throat clearing and she looked up to spot Jughead standing next to her.

"Let's get out of here. Want to?" Jughead asked.

Betty nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great."

She nodded at Sweet Pea who was smiling, then waved at Fangs who had taken up a room in their guest bedroom. Then, the couple left. Jughead handed her the helmet he had bought for her, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she looked at the crown emblem sketched into it for a moment before putting it on and straddling the back of his bike after he got on.

"Where are we going Jug?" Betty asked, watching as he paused to lift something out of his pocket and take her helmet off. Before she could ask any more questions, she felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes.

"Do you trust me, baby?" Came Jughead's soft voice.

She nodded. "Yes."

"That's my girl," he cooed, before placing the helmet back over head. "Hold on."

Then, they were off.

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Jughead stopped the bike and Betty tried to figure out where they were. He chuckled lowly.

"You won't be able to see anything with the blindfold, my love," he murmured, breath brushing against the shell of her ear and she trembled, body awakening in a way it hadn't. Ever. He laced their fingers together, pulling her forward gently. "I need you to be a good girl for me. Think you can do that, baby?"

She swallowed dryly. "Yes."

And she did. She knew that no matter what happened next; no matter how fast they moved, the pace would be one she got to set. Jughead would never take her freedom from her. She knew that. That's why it made it so easy for her to let him hold her wrists in one of his hands while she heard him feel around for something; the smooth silk against her wrists told her it was satin scarf of some sort. Her breath caught in her throat, causing him to pause.

"Say the word, baby. Say you want to stop, and I will, no questions," he paused, giving her time to speak up. She didn't. "You need to be able to experience someone loving and adoring your body; worshipping it and not hurting you."

She nodded, inhaling shakily at the way his soft promises caressed her body.

"Let me," he murmured. She nodded a final time.

"Okay," she whispered. With that one word, she relinquished all control and trust to him, allowing him to lead her somewhere, (she still didn't know where they were), and listened attentively to the sounds around her. She heard a door being unlocked and then opened and knew that whatever they were about to do wouldn't wind up with her arrested for public indecency. (Small blessings, Elizabeth).

Leading her up some stairs, she heard Jughead push open another door and then guide her inside a room of some sort before easing her down onto a bed. "We're in your house, Juggie?"

"My apartment," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers' tenderly. "But that is not important right now."

She hummed, body buzzing from his electrical kiss alone as she nodded her head.

"You're right," she breathed against his lips.

She heard him pull back.

"I need you to use your voice for me okay, baby?" Jughead asked, and she tilted her head to the side curiously, so he continued. "I'm going to show you that there are other ways to be loved than just someone forcing themselves inside of you. It is my hope that you can enjoy it but if you don't, even a modicum of anxiety, you tell me. I will stop. If you get panicked enough to the point you can't speak, kick me. I don't care."

Betty felt a laugh bubble up inside of her chest.

"What?" Betty asked, voice filled with mirth.

"Kick me, Betts," Jughead laughed with her and she nodded.

"Okay," she chuckled, feeling relaxed. Yes, she was in a position that made her vulnerable and yes, she would most likely have a flashback at some point – but she was safe. She was with Jughead. She was safe. "Uh, what exactly are you going to do, Juggie?" Betty asked, noting the slight tremor to her voice. "I'm not scared, I promise."

He cupped her cheek, tracing her jawline softly. "It would be okay if you were."

She nodded, sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers poised at the button on her jeans. "May I?"

She licked her lips, reminded herself it was Jughead, and nodded. "Yeah."

He undid the button on her pants, inching them down, checking in with her after new skin was exposed. Finally, when she was free of her pants and her underwear was exposed, he traced his fingertips over the wetness that had collected since he first put the blindfold on. (That'll need to be explored later, Betty). "You okay?" His voice was quiet, and she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm good, Juggie," she breathed, squirming in the hopes to get some friction. Yes – her virginity had been taken from her without her consent but no, she wasn't unfamiliar with concept of sex and pleasuring herself. Her and Toni had spent many nights talking about that before Alice took her.

"Okay, may I take your underwear off, baby?" Jughead asked and she could fucking cry at the fact that she was having her permission asked – that she got a choice in the matter. She swallowed.

"Yes," came the wobbly reply, and Jughead inhaled.

"Baby, you okay?" Jughead asked softly. "Say the word and we can stop."

"Or kick you?" Betty chuckled wetly, and he laughed.

"That too," he promised, waiting for her reply.

She nodded her head. "I'm okay, I promise. It's not you. Well, it is you but it's not a bad or uncomfortable thing. It's just you asked for my permission. You asked if you could take my jeans off and then my underwear. I cannot tell you how much I love that. How much I love you."

Jughead pushed her hair away from her forehead, pressing a brutally gentle kiss to her forehead. "Baby, I will always ask. It will always be your choice. Just like I know you will always give me a choice. And I love you, too." He kissed her sweetly before going back to her underwear, fingers grasping the elastic band, and she knew he was waiting for her signal. She nodded.

"Go ahead," she whispered, shivering slightly when the cool air in his bedroom touched her exposed mound. A gentle swipe of his tongue and she was flexing her wrists against their restraint.

"Jug," she moaned softly, legs flexing as her toes curled in delicious delight. Sex wasn't like this. Ever.

"Are you doing okay, baby?" Voice still soft.

"Yes," Betty breathed, urging him to continue by lifting her hips.

"I'm going to put your legs over my shoulders. If you need me to stop, tell me," he said, and she nodded, biting her lip as he lifted both of her legs in one fluid motion and continued to paint various strokes against her clit. She met him for each lick and nibble he had for her, screaming out when he flicked her clit with his index finger. "God, you're so fucking beautiful, baby. You have no idea."

She choked on a laugh. "You make me feel that way."

"It's all you," he said firmly. "Always you. Don't let anyone else take that from you."

She hummed, feeling her thighs begin to shake. "Juggie…"

"Let go, baby, I'll catch you, I promise," his soft voice assured her and that was all it took for her to spill her juices, body shaking with aftershocks as he worked her through her orgasm. When she had calmed down, she realized he had untied her wrists and slipped the blindfold off and she was curled into his chest, body covered by his comforter and protective arms.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," he grinned at her, pushing her hair off her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, too. And…thank you," she murmured, ducking her head shyly.

He kissed her temple, knowing exactly what she meant.