it’s happening again how did it end?

F!reader x josh martin

CW: No smut, suggestive , coercion, blackmail, toxic power dynamics, workplace harassment, manipulation, dubcon.

Plot: Oscar Isaac as Joshua “Josh” Martin (Beef S2), a bitter corporate husband unraveling so badly he corners his own employee into an arrangement she never wanted, using blackmail as an excuse to take out every frustration he has with his wife on her.

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Josh didn’t raise his voice.

That was the worst part.

The office door clicked shut behind her, and suddenly the room felt too small , all dark glass walls, dim city lights, and him standing between her and the exit with his sleeves rolled up like he owned the entire building.

Maybe he did.

“You ignored three of my calls,” he said, tossing his phone onto the desk.

“I was working.”

“Wrong answer.”

Her pulse jumped when he started toward her. Slow. Controlled. Like he already knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

Josh stopped inches away, staring down at her with open irritation.

“Do you have any idea how replaceable you are?” he asked quietly. “There are twenty people out there desperate for your position. More qualified too.”

She swallowed hard.

“But you’re useful to me,” he continued. “Which is the only reason you’re still here after the amount of attitude you’ve been giving me lately.”

His hand landed on the edge of the desk beside her hip, trapping her there.

“You think I don’t notice the way you avoid me?” His gaze dragged over her face slowly. “You walk around acting nervous and offended like you’re too good for this now.”

“I never said that sir.”

“No,” he said. “You just look at me like you hate me for wanting you.”

His mouth twisted bitterly.

“Funny thing is? I don’t even think you hate me.” He leaned closer. “I think you hate yourself for how fast you fold when I corner you.”

Heat burned across her face instantly.

Josh noticed. Of course he did.

“There it is,” he murmured mockingly. “That look.”

His fingers caught her chin hard enough to keep her still.

“You know what I did before you walked in here?” he asked. “Sat through an hour-long dinner listening to my wife talk at me like I’m already divorced.” A humorless laugh left him. “Then I come here and suddenly you can’t even answer your phone properly.”

His grip tightened slightly.

“So now I’m in a bad mood.”

The silence stretched.

“You should be smart enough to understand what that means for you.”

Her chest tightened when he backed her against the desk completely, forcing her to brace her hands behind her.

“Don’t look so scared,” he said coldly. “If I actually wanted to ruin your life, you’d already be gone.” His eyes dropped briefly to her mouth before returning to her eyes again. “This? This is me being generous.”

He let go of her chin just to smooth two fingers down the front of her blouse almost mockingly.

“You keep this job because I want you here,” he said. “The second I stop wanting you, you disappear. Understand?”

She nodded once before she could stop herself.

Josh smiled faintly, tired, cruel, satisfied.

“Good girl,” he said softly, like the words themselves were meant to humiliate her.

She starts realizing he’s woven himself into every part of her work life , approving her schedules personally, making excuses to keep her late, calling her into his office for things that could’ve been emails. The tension becomes less about sex and more about how trapped she feels around him.

And Josh would get worse the more his marriage falls apart. Not louder, colder. More possessive. The kind of guy who humiliates her quietly in front of other employees by making her stand too close to him, fixing her collar during meetings, talking over her like she belongs to him while nobody else understands why she looks nervous.